AWD #254: The Wake Would Have Been Epic
The Wake Would Have Been Epic
Summary: Phin attends to some paper work. Kelsey studies. They banter about near-death experiences.
Date: 17/09/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Goin' Downtown and the stuff that followed
Kelsey Phin 
Flight Simulators — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion
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.
AWD #254

Its still early in the evening and Kelsey is rumored to be up at the sims. Rumors turn out to be true but she's not there in her suit, but actually her blues. Sitting at the console with a notepad and training manual, she's looking through the sims available that focus on Raptors and Predators, poking the keys with the eraser of a pencil. Coffee steams beside her and she seems fairly engrossed in what she's doing.

There's a knock on the hatch. Not that Phin waits for an invitation before entering. It more serves as a warning that someone is incoming. He's in his blues as well, neat and pressed as you please and carrying a hexagonal file folder. Visibly, he's more or less recovered from his adventures with exploding Predators. "Squire?" He nods a little to himself when he spots her. Like he's found what he was looking for. "Hey."

Kelsey takes up the mug, sipping as she turns to look at the hatch. Seeing its Phin, she grins she slowly rises out of the chair. Officer on Deck and all that. "Evening, sir." She folds her hands behind her back, seeing that he's apparently found who he is looking for. "I'm very prudently restraining myself from running you over with a hug. I just feel you should be aware of that, Lieutenant." Its stated primly and professionally. "But its great to see you back on your feet."

Phin can't hold back a laugh, particularly at the primness of that statement. "Thanks. The hole in my chest is mostly sealed up, though. Get the last of the stitches out this week. Should be back on the flight line pretty soon, if the final checks with Medical go OK. Looking forward to it." Though he sounds more determined than really eager. "Yggs mentioned you made an offering for me at the chapel while I was down. Thanks."

"Good. So the next time Ygraine and I feel it necessary to poke you in the chest about something we won't have to worry about hitting something squishy." Kelsey twists a bit at the hips, lifting her chin with the subtle smile. She's definitely pleased to see him up and moving. "I'm looking forward to following you into more hellholes, sir. But yes, I did make an offering for you." There's a dip of her head with the confirmation. "May the new dawn bring you a better day and a new awakening, Phin." The last is whispered on a more personal note.

"There'll be more, I guess," Phin says. He inclines his head a little at the scripture. Though it seems to remind him to press on. "Anyway. I've been watching the tapes while I'm on light duty. I wanted to put in a recommendation for a decoration for Major Holtz. For…saving my life. And my ECO. He would've gone down, too, if Storm hadn't put his Predator between us and that last blast of anti-air fire. I was hoping to get the others who were on the mission to sign onto the rec."

"Picon, sir. I'm expecting we'll see it." Kelsey is back to being professional for the most part. She keeps her eyes on him while he discusses what the run-in is about and she nods slowly. "Absolutely, sir. I will definitely sign that. That took great big ol testies and I'd be honored to put my name on that. Is that it? Do you have a pen?" Kelsey glances to the folder in Phin's hand.

"Yeah." Phin hands the folder, which has the letter and a pen inside it. It's pretty straight forward. He's not a terribly elegant writer, stilted from trying to make sure all the protocol points are correct, but its a style that serves just fine for memos and reports and stuff like this. Blah, blah, blah, Major Holtz did a stupidly brave thing to ensure I didn't die, etc. "Yeah. No one'll ever say Storm lacks for stones. I hope he's not stupid enough to do something like that again. But, he walked away from it, thank gods."

Kelsey takes the folder and reads through it quickly, nodding. Everything seems to stack up to her memory and she clicks the pen open. "No way. I'm not sure I'd like him as my squad leader, but then again I don't fly Vipers. You all are a different breed and one I don't think I was ever meant for," she laughs. The pen dances across the paper before its clicked closed and passed back. "He deserves that recognition. Easily."

"He just runs straight into stuff without thinking and figures he can bowl through it." It's hard to tell if Phin is admiring of that or critical. Probably both. "But anyway. Yeah. He saved me life." Again, it's very hard to tell if he actually approves of this. But he does add firmly, "Credit where it's due." He reclaims the folder, once Kelsey's done with it. "What're you working on?"

"Yes, well. Tauran." Because that explains it all. Doesn't it? It seems to work well for her. "But I'm glad he did. Not just cuz I'd be upset but I think it would've ripped Yggy to shreds, too. You're a good guy, sir. That might've crushed her and in turn caused a lot of heartbreak in me." That seems to be about as sentimental as she's willing to get in uniform. The question to what she's working on gets a glance back to the binder. "Oh, nothing important. I'm trying to, you know, be an asset. Finally got over all my fears and all that drama so I'm going to go to Bennett and see if she might, maybe, possibly one day pretty please let me try out to be an instructor. I figured that someone gave me a shot once and took the time to teach me. The least I could do is pay it back, yanno, sir?" She brings her eyes back to him with a hopeful grin.

"She's a tough girl. She would've been fine," Phin says. It's not quite dismissive, but the possible impact of his death isn't something he seems to put much stock in. "You, too. Don't get me wrong. I figure you guys would've thrown me a hell of a wake." He flashes her a half-smile. All glib about it. "It's different for a guy like Storm. He's got a kid, and a whole squadron of pilots who depend on him, and…" Shrug. "Anyway, didn't happen. Probably best not to dwell. Anyway, I think it's a cool idea. Gods know we're not going to stop needing new pilots anytime soon, and the Fleet needs more flight instructors to train them."

"Don't underestimate how much people love ya, Phin. Everyone needs a little beauty in their lives and people think and pray for you quite a bit. And the wake would have been epic." She winks. "But yeah, that's what I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for. Never had to teach anything in my life except a kid and I suspect pilot training is a lot like that." No but's or exceptions. Exactly the same. "I was about to head up, though. Wanna go?" She steps back for her binder and coffee.

Phin shakes his head. "Nah. I want to get this back to the offices. And finish up some other stuff there. You ever taken a look at how much paper work actually gets filed in the Wing?" He sounds mildly amazed by the volume of it. "I never thought too much about how the desk-side part of stuff works. It's kind of interesting." Kind of. "Anyway, thanks for the prayers. Though I don't figure the gods work quite like that. They want what they want from us. I figure, best I can do is accept it."

"I'm an Ensign, sir. If I'm not in flight, I'm doing everyone else's paperwork. I see more than I ever wanted to. Makes me miss Deck sometimes," she chuckles. Taking up the binder and coffee, Kelsey shrugs. "We can still pray to Gods and try to sway them. Even some of us who don't go to chapel a lot can still practice in our own ways." Squire grins as she passes, heading towards the hatch. "Best of luck with that rec, sir!"

"Later, Squire," Phin says simply. He angles toward the hatch as well, but it's to head off in another direction once he's out. Back to file cabinet-filled areas of the ship.

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