AWD #315: You Ever Nuke a Basestar Before?
You Ever Nuke a Basestar Before?
Summary: Rourke volunteers to take on the mission to strike at a Basestar.
Date: 2 May 2016
Related Logs: Aerilon Strike Planning
Bennett Rourke 
Raptor Squadron Berthings
The berthings for the ship's Air Wing are the same that one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean.
Thu Nov 17 21:13:18 2005

Raptor Country is quiet this evening, save for a scratch, scratch, scratch, and occasionally the sound of metal on metal. There's a lone individual seated at the table, dark hair still damp from the shower, and dressed in a ratty tank top and sweat pants. Copious ink slithers along her shoulders and much of her left arm: a pinup girl and the same symbol as the one dangling from her ear are prominent. She appears to be cleaning a firearm.

Coming in off of CAP, Rourke has his flight bag slung over his shoulder as he makes his way into the berthings. There's a lackidasical stretch as he pauses at the noise of scratching of metal on metal as he glances over curiously. Noticing the ink on her arm, he lifts his brow curiously. "Nice art." he offers polietly as he gestures to her arm. "Though you might look a little better than the pinup." There's a slight tease in his voice.

"I take it you're the CO?" he asks curiously as he gestures to the chair. "I'm Lieutenant Stavros, formerly of Picon, fresh to the boat, as it were."

Bennett takes a moment to finish what she's doing; never can be too careful with a gun, after all. She aligns the rails on the barrel with the receiver, with ever-so-delicate a touch, and slides it back until the spring locks. And then she looks up, and quirks a lopsided smile. "Of the squadron, yes. But if you are looking for the CAG, I believe you will find her next door." Her lips purse slightly. "Rourke, right?"

"Goose? Naw, saw enough of her back on Picon." Rourke says with a nod. "Yeah, that's me. Or Shaft." he says as he settles into the chair and offers a grin. "Anyway, wasn't her that posted the need for volunteers back on the duty board." After pointing that out, he considers for a moment. "Back before the war, I had completed by Ordanance qualifications. I was starting on the air to ground part of it to eventually earn the Mudhen tag." he explains his reasoning first. "Not to mention, you don't have many pilots up here that have run bombing runs on the regular."

"I saw you were looking for a pilot to give a basestar a bit of something else to think about besides watcher Aerilon." Folding his hands over each other, he looks up to meet the CO's eyes. "I'm here to put my name on it, unless someone else has already beat me to the punch."

Bennett moves her bare foot from the chair Rourke settles into, and returns her gaze to the task at hand. Her fingers are deft and capable, though she hasn't quite reached marine-level muscle memory. "You are right. There aren't too many bus drivers I would trust to deliver a nuclear payload to a basestar." Her hands pause in their work, and she flashes the other pilot a brief smile. "The only other person who's declared any interest in the mission is Bear. You two have worked together some, yes?"

"Bear. Bear." Rourke rattles the bean around in his head for a moment before he gives a nod of his head. "Rescused his former ex-wife from a cracked Raptor with me a few days back. Heard they'd been settling in." he says with a little shrug. "He's a good man. Surprised he's volunteering for this, considering he just caught up with Short Stack. But I suppose he's trusting to have a good pilot to make sure he gets back home. And that he has plenty of reason to make sure he comes back home." there's a little grin. "And I suppose the grub around here's good enough to make sure I come back home to."

Bennett raises a brow slightly. "Short Stack is his ex-wife. Tell me I don't need to give him the talk about what a bad idea frakking another pilot is?" The way she speaks, it may be a little jarring to hear the word tossed so casually into that sentence; her accent is a strange mingling of northern Virgon and backwoodsy Leonisian. "Anyway, I cannot stop a crew with a death wish. But I do need them to remain on mission, no matter what happens. Do you think you can do that?" She lifts her gaze again, blue eyes all but pinning Rourke into his chair.

"Ain't my place to stick my nose where a bear decides to go pawing." Which is Rourke's way of saying that he doesn't know or Bennett may want to have that talk, even if technically, it's not frat if they're married. Or one's a Viper and one's a Raptor ECO. "I have no illusions of the fact that this is a dangerous mission. Basically delivering a four kiloton punch to the gut of a colony of Raiders and pissed off tincans that don't much like anyone makes for a nice big frak you in the morning." he comments as he nods his head. "I've done plenty of dangerous missions, Captain. I'll stay on task, even if I have to ride the damn thing in myself. Getting that basestar outta there will clear up the battlegroup to finally bring some relief to Aerilon. And considering how much you guys went through to save our asses back on Picon - this is just paying it forward - though ain't gonna lie - wouldn't mind coming home to some horrible coffee."

Bennett doesn't comment any further on Bran and Dell, though there very well may be a stern talk coming their way soon. Or, more likely, a vaguely convivial one. "You are welcome," she offers quietly, slotting the last section of the gun's assembly into place, and racking the slide before setting down the Five-seveN. It used to be manufactured on Picon, in point of fact. "I will put your name down for now. I would like to see you doing a few dry runs in the simulators, whatever you can manage until it is go time. I have heard the new viper commander is getting something going; perhaps you can work with him. Do you have any questions?"

"Yeah. I'll make sure they dial up the difficulty on it. Won't hurt any to get in Mudhen practice on what the best way to get in on that basestar may be." Rourke says simply as he considers Bennett for the moment. "Do you have any prior footage of a successful single Raptor strike on a basestar? Either from this current war or the last, if there ever was one. Not that I don't mind being a trailblazer, Captain, just don't mind having a blueprint to build off of. If I need to talk to the CAG about it, I will. But thought I'd start with you. Other than that, I'll chat up the new Strikes CO, see what he might have rattling around up there." he says as he moves to stand up. "Nice piece, favor it myself. Then again, it's from home." There's a thin smile at that. "If there's nothing else?" With that, he offers a salute. "Permission to carry on, sir?"

"No," Bennett returns simply, though not without a note of disappointment. "I do not have any footage for you. The CAG may well be more familiar with how to approach the situation from a tactical perspective; I am afraid bombing runs and nuclear payloads are not my specialty." Most pilots know she's ex-CSAR, and thus likely far more familiar with close-range combat and ground support. "There is nothing else." Her eyes flick down to her gun, then back up to Rourke, bemused. "And you do not need permission in here. Nor do you need to call me sir. It's Butch."

"Some habits die hard, Butch." Rourke offers as he gives a slight shrug. "Maintaining something of a military structure, I suppose that's what kept us tight on Picon." Dropping the salute, he nods. "I'll talk to Goose, see what she may have on the strikes - if not, I'll see about getting some archival footage. Thanks again." he offers before he rises to his feet to start to amble his way to his bunk.

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