AWD #315: The FNG
Summary: Lieutenant Salazar gets to meet the Frak'n New Guy to the Lucky Strikes, Niko.
Date: 02/05/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: New Pilot
Alejandro Niko 
Flight Simulators
The Air Wing has access to flight simulators to train pilots off the ground in combat maneuvers and situations that are hard to replicate with regular dogfight practicing and this is their home. A rectangular room, the hatch opens up beside the bank of computers that control the simulations and what is seen by the individuals when training sessions are in progress. The sims are actual cockpits cut out of old frames and installed here to function exactly as the real thing, right down to oxygen plugs for suits. In front of each cockpit, complete with armored glass, are LCD screens that cover most of the front view to the front and above. There are two Vipers, two Predators, and one full-cabin Raptor available.
Thu Nov 17 13:06:16 2005

Alejandro has just come in from flying CAP and is still in his flight suit when he checked messages to see if Niko could meet with him. As the Ready Room is currently in use, Hobo messages back that he'll be at the flight sims. There he strips his flight suit down to his waist and takes a seat to open up a file folder on his datapad and start going through personnel files once more of his squad. The Lieutenant has a bottle of water he's brought with him, half finished.

It takes a few minutes for Niko to get word and then make his way over, but the young pilot soon appears. Ducking past some exiting air wing personnel, he pause to survey the sim room in search of his new CO. Niko is dressed in 'off duty' fatigue trousers, under shirt, and tank with shiny new dogtags dangling around his neck. And while he doesn't know exactly who he's looking for, but there aren't too many options. He soon narrows it down to the pilot in the flight suit. The young rookie takes a deep breath, steels himself, and then makes his way over to where Alejandro is seated. "Lieutenant Salazar?"

Niko is dressed in off-duty Colonial Fleet fatigues minus the outer shirt. A dark brown tank top covers a gray sleeveless T-shirt, with a pair of silver hexagonal dogtags dangling from a chain around his neck. The T-shirt is tucked into a pair of olive green trousers, the legs of which are bloused into the top of black combat boots. A subdued black web belt is worn around the waist.

Salazar turns his head when Niko walks in and takes a moment to study the younger man while he uncaps his water and takes a drink from the bottle. Alejandro himself looks to be about 10 years older but roughly the same height. The two of them also seem to have other similarities in dark overly long hair that could use combing and triming and stubble. "Ensign, have a seat. I'm Aljandro but you can call me Hobo, most people do." He shuts off his datapad for the moment, "So, welcome aboard. Tell me about yourself and what, if any, experience you have flying so far."

"Yes sir," is Niko's response. The kid looks a little uncertain, but he's been told to sit, so he grabs the adjancent chair and turns to face the Viper squadron commander. And then he takes a second to think about what he's going to say. "I'm from Picon, you know?" He frowns to himself as he continues. "I was in the Dara militia for a couple of months. Then I went to flight training at Crandall, right after they liberated the Bone Yard. And then I got transfered up here." He pauses to think again, doing some mental accounting. "I've got about a hundred hours in trainers and maybe eighty in the Mark II. Nine — no, ten — combat mission. Sir." One hundred eighty hours would be a drop in the bucket of the normal training pipeline, where pilots spend weeks in class and practical training on an airframe, not mention of air combat training. Given the huge number of surplus aircaft at Crandall and the desperate need for pilots, this may not be particularly surprising however.

No, none of it's surprising except maybe the number of combat missions Niko's already flown on so few hours. And lived to talk about it. Some droplets of this information is in Janik's record. Ale sets his water bottle aside and listens, resting his jaw on his fist in a relaxed pose. "Yeah, I know about Picon. I was stationed there when the war broke out, then spent the war stuck in a Cylon internment camp after I crashed a few vipers. Spree's people got me out of there and … now I'm here. Newly promoted to oversee this squadron."

Hobo shifts in his seat to lean back and interlace his fingers over his lap, "I've spoken with Squire. I am aware the CAG has assigned you to her for now and I'm not going to interfer with that. But, your squadmates need to get to know you and you need to become familiar with us and how we do things on the Orion. I will expect you to show up for non-mission briefings, such as I an hosting tonight, when it doesn't conflict with your other duties. You will show up for flying the sims. I'll pair up with you myself and you'll fly my wing. That said, you won't be flying CAP nor cleared for live missions until Squire and I think you are ready."

He pauses before his Scorpia-Canceron mixed accent asks, "You will be expected to follow orders. Do you have any questions?"

Niko listens to Alejandro's story and gives a nod of acknowledgement. Clearly he expects that Lieutenant has more to say, and so he keeps his mouth shut and waits for it. There's a bit of a mixed reaction from the young pilot, but he is doing his best to keep patient and listen until his CO is done. "Briefings and sims. Got it." Does he have any questions? Niko chuckles a little despite trying to keep the serious-business look on his face. "Only about a million, you know? But the big one is: what's the fastest way for me to get flying again? Sir." That bit he does seem quite serious about.

Alejandro twists his mouth into a wry smile, "Hit the sims and show us that you will follow orders and practice your landings getting back into the ship. Otherwise, ask Squire that question. Personally? If I don't see any /glaring/ issues that would put yourself or anyone else in danger, I'm happy to get you up and flying as soon as possible. Might only take a couple of weeks. Get you on CAP rotation and put you on a couple of lessor missions before we throw you into the fire." Hobo cocks his head, "But right now, we don't know you. You've had little training. We are a team, a family, and we watch each other's backs. We need to know we can count on you to keep a level head and do what you're told, working as a unit rather than as fireball on the loose. Does that make sense?"

While Niko has no complaints about proving himself in the sims, being told to ask Kelsey his question causes him to sigh with an air of frustration. But all he says is "Yes sir." He does cheer up quite a bit when Alejandro places relatively few hurdles in front of him getting back into a real Viper, however. "I know I gotta work on my landings. I mean, that was my first carrier landing when I came aboard, you know?" And then he gives a serious nod for the Lieutenant's last question. "Yes sir. I mean, I know I'm the new guy, and nobody wants to be stuck with the rookie on his wing. All I'm asking for is a chance, you know? I'll do whatever it takes. Sir."

Hobo grins, "You know what? When I was the Frak'n New Guy here… oh, back in September," was it only -two- months ago? Lords of Kobal! "I was the FNG nobody wanted on their wing. I was a frakup. The guy who had bad luck, always got shot down, spent his time as a prisoner of war, and honestly? Nobody trusted me. I'm not sure they do even now. Toast took me under his wing anyway, gave me a chance. He was patient with me and he kept my ass alive." Alejandro grimaces, "I won't say it was easy for him. I'm not going to say this will be easy for you or me either, but we're gonna do what we have to. I've only been on the Orion two months and I'm already Squadron Leader. If you make it a few months, who's to say you won't be sitting here talking to the next FNG and I'll be dead. Or, on the other hand, we may be drinking it up celebrating victory on Aerlion together. I guess we'll find out."

"Hey, I'm not going to complain if you want to help me along," Niko says, warming up a bit when the CO starts grinning. "I know the score. And I know I've got a lot to learn. But Ensign Wescott …" And then the rookie catches himself about to start bitching about something, and shuts up. "Never mind. No complaints. Sir." But now the kid is getting a little fidgety. "I'll be sure to make the briefings and the sim sessions. Anything else, sir?"

"For now, no. Get to know the ship and your squadron. Seek them out and introduce yourself. You are dismissed." Hobo turns in his seat and cues up the datapad. He's going to add a few personal notes to Niko's file and get back to prepping for tonight's briefing.

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