AWD #575: Time To Meet The Captain
AWD #575: Time To Meet The Captain
Summary: A new pilot comes to check in with Captain Salazar.
Date: 17/Jan/2017 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Alejandro Kris 
Ready Room - BS Orion
Capable of seating every member of the wing with space to spare in its stadium organization, the Ready Room has more than two hundred seats and is the largest room on the ship dedicated to single briefings. Sections of desks were manufactured specifically for this and wrap the width of each level of seating, rolling leather seats positioned at even points through each row. The head of the room has a small dais with a podium for the briefer and on the wall behind it are a pair of large LCD screens. The walls have the tenant squadrons' patches painted on individual panels as well as a Kill Board up to the left side of the dais and podium, the Training Board on the other side to log progress.
Aug 04, 2006

It's been an exciting few days with CAP rotation interrupted by a strange ship having emerged out of a /wormhole/. Things have certainly been abuzz among the pilots on board the Orion and Captain Salazar has had his hands full with trying to keep viper pilots up in the 'air' about the Orion, constantly while they were on Condition 1, and now on rotations while the Battlestar is on Condition 2. That means, none of them are getting a lot of sleep at the moment and no extra off duty time.

At the moment, Alejandro is seated with a cup of half finished coffee and is going over the roster and paperwork on a new transfer to the Orion. He has a datapad but unlike the Arpay, the device is entirely self contained and in no way networked with anything else, ever. Not unless he uses a physical cord to do so. Kris's file is slowly scrolled through for the second or third time to familiarize himself with her details.

Now known as 'Chiron' instead of 'Hobo' since Blue Axe, Salazar thins his lips into a flat line and waits for the new pilot to report to the Ready Room.

The new pilot is punctual and maybe even a bit early but only by a few minutes if she is, LTJG Johnson not wanting to seem too eager. She's dressed in uniform, hair pinned to the nape of her neck which exposes a scar that runs from just behind her left ear and down along the underside of her jaw by several inches. The flesh is still healing, pink and puckered, the source of much annoyance to the pilot who bears it.

Seeing the Captain, Kris comes up to stand near him, coming to attention upon halting her step several feet away from him. There's a service record tucked under her right arm, that somehow having survived despite all that has gone on. "Sir. Lieutenant JG Kris Johnson, reporting in."

Alejandro puts out a hand for her service record which hopefully has a lot more in it than the rather skimpy file he was given on her so far, "Have a seat, Johnson." His dark eyes flick up to have a look at her. Thank the Gods, not a babe this time, fresh up from some resistance recruitment. Maybe. "As I start to flip through this, tell me about yourself. I see you are from Aerilon. I want to know how it is you have become a pilot, why you are transferring to the Orion, and generally outline your experience for me in /your/ words." No coffee is offered to her.

Kris seems reluctant to sit down but does eventually, groaning slightly when she does so. "Yes, sir. I went the route a lot of us did before the War. College, OCS and then flight school. I was stationed on Caprica and then Picon, the latter being where I was stationed when things went tits up for us." As she speaks she runs a hand over her right thigh, her brow furrowing slightly. "I was injured just before Blue Axe went down so missed out on participating in that, much to my displeasure. As for why I am here?" This is where Kris smiles a little bit, sadly. "I was transferred here to help fill in for the losses that occurred, sir." Yeah, not a pleasant thing to do, saying that you're here because a lot of people died.

"Are you injured?" The groan as she moves to sit is noted, "Are you not cleared by medical?" Alejandro looks at her file and nods, "So you did OCS and flight school. Good. We have been getting … a number who have learned how to fly the hard way. So you do have some experience with combat." Good, good. "I was afraid you were another raw recruit, a nugget. They tend to die rather quickly." Blunt. And she did not take part in Blue Axe though her service predates it. She must have been out on medical for a good while. Idly Salazar taps a finger lightly against his jaw, "I see." He puts down her file, "How comfortable are you with flying Preds?"

"Yes, sir. I've been cleared. Just a few last aches that the doctor said should not impede me in my duties as a pilot. Don't even require meds for them." Kris understands the concern that led Alejandro to ask what he did and she's quick to try and assure him that she is fine to fly. The Captain is given her full attention when he continues to speak, her eyes holding to his with no problem. "Right. I've been at this for a while now. Seen my share of bad stuff although nothing near the level the Orion pilots have. Participated in some minor missions and CAPs, of course." The last question has her thinking for a second, this being when her gaze finally drifts away from Alejandro's face. "I have flown in Preds some, sir, but not so much that I would say I am as comfortable in them as I am in the cockpit of a Viper. I could stand some brushing up on them."

"All right." Her service record is dropped on the desk and he picks up his cup of coffee to take a drink from it. It's stone cold and he grimaces but Salazar won't waste it. "I am as you know, Captain Alejandro Salazar. You may call me Salazar or Chiron if you speak over the wireless. I am the Lucky Strikes Squadron Commander. Lieutenant Colonel Robin Io is our new CAG. Major Bennett St. Clair is the Squadron Commander for the Gentleman Ghosts, Raptor Wing. I expect you to know who they are by sight. Get to know the other viper pilots in your new Squadron. We /do/ work with a number of Squadrons that are filled with viper pilots who are Model Nines, Skinjobs. If you /ever/ have a problem with them or any other skin, you let -me- know at once. Do you have any questions?"

Kris nods with each name, those belonging to the others mentioned dedicated to memory as much as they can be without a face to put to them, yet. "I will try to meet them and introduce myself as soon as I can," she promises, even as she tries to get the fact that skinjobs are flying for them to sink in. "Sir, I understand that the Orion took a lot of heavy losses and that during a time of war one has to do what they can to insure that they are combat ready but… skinjobs?" Pursing her lips, she pauses, thinks, and then whispers, "If there are any problems I will come to you, sir." Yeah. Color Kris' brain blown.

"Yes, skinjobs." Salazar puts his cup down, "To be frank, a lot of them are damned better pilots than I have to work with. All of them are Nines, I think. None of them in my squadron as they aren't integrated with humans fully yet. So if you run into any, be respectful. We may not like them but at least they are on our side instead of killing us." The Captain considers for a moment ere he adds, "One more thing. I want you to pair up with Pearson. Hit the sims. Vipers mostly but do some Pred runs too. As I am able I'll stop in and observe. /If/ time allows I'll schedule some group simulations, but be warned. We /are/ expecting a heavy Cylon attack at any time so we don't know how much time we have until they try something." Another taste of his coffee, which is about down to the dregs now. "We also have some … visitors on board. They are calling themselves Arpay. Pointy ears, big eyes, but … humanish, otherwise. Just stay away from them. If you must speak with one of them, be very, very polite. I don't know much about them. They showed up the other day through a wormhole and the CAG and Command staff are dealing with them. And they are being permitted to go about the ship armed. So, brace yourself, and don't cause me any headaches, JG. You really don't want to start off on my bad side. Clear?"

"Never said I wouldn't respect them, sir. I was just… curious about whether or not it really was a good idea." Leaning back in her seat, the JiG looks around the ready room, thinking for a moment. She almost misses the name the Captain gives her but then she catches up and is quick to dedicate that name to memory along with the others. As for the news on the Arpay and Ale's following warning? "Are they considered Aliens?" And no worries about whether or not Kris will get on the Captain's bad side. She is fairly well-behaved. For a pilot, at any rate.

"I'm not sure who or what they are yet. I haven't been briefed beyond the fact that they have come aboard. Scuttlebutt is rife. So feel free to sniff around and see what you can find out so you can tell me. Otherwise, I have work to do." He gets up and takes the coffee cup with him, "I want to see plenty of sim hours logged and lots of gun footage review on what we have been up against the past three months. Make it happen, fast. You are dismissed, JG." Salazar picks up his datapad and her file and takes them with him as he heads out.

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