Battlestar Ares (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 19:34:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bambammodelproductions.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/pegasus01.jpg)</div><br>At the edge of the lower frontier, there was a section of 'dead' space, so called because it had the odd quality of hindering fleet-wide communications, as well as FTL jumps.&nbsp; Simply put, if a vessel went into that place, it was alone for as long as it took for the vessel to cross it.&nbsp; The Colonial Fleet's Admiralty found that this particular section of space, called 'No Man's Land', was a perfect addition to the standard shake-down route that all new ships would follow, before taking thier places in the Colonial Fleet.<br><br>Such was the reason now, as the newest of the&nbsp; Colonial Fleet's mighty battlestars emerged from No Man's Land, the last of the mercury-class battlestars to be built.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her given name was <em>Ares</em>, and she was intended to be the new seat of Admiral Negalla's flag, as well as the center of the newly-formed BSG-77.&nbsp; <em>Ares</em>, BS-69, was the most advanced battlestar for her day, and her power was easily on par with the other Mercury-class ships of her line.&nbsp; While she bore a skeleton crew, an interim crew intended to finalize her acceptance into the fleet, she could still stand on her own and deal a deadly blow to a suspected enemy.<br><br>Now, though, she stayed put, her engines venting negligable tillium-based fusion plasma.&nbsp; The cool&nbsp; blue flames would never entirely die out unless Ares' reactors were shut down, and the engine nacelles would act as a beacon for any pilot that needed one.&nbsp; In this day and age of super-advanced comouter networking, though, there was little need for a visual beacon.&nbsp; Still, some pilotswould welcome the sight.<br><br><em>Ares</em> held her position, her maneuvering jets puffing erratically to counter inertial drift.&nbsp; She hovered several hundred meters above a small communications drone, one that recieved and stored all fleet-wide communications messaged that were sent, holding them for whatever ship may be coming out of No Man's Land.<br><br>And, now, the interim commander of the Ares was reading what messages the drone could give.<br><br><strong>BATTLESTAR <em>ARES</em>, CIC</strong><br><br>Jacob Heller, Commander, stood at the plot table and looked at the printed messages in his hand.&nbsp; After reading them all, he carefully went over each of them again, and tried to come to terms with what they meant.<br><br>The Cylons had attacked the home worlds, roughtly two weeks before.<br><br>Admiral Nagalla had taken command of the fleet, following the initial attack that took out nearly thirty battlestars.&nbsp; Other reports of ships simply 'shutting off' as they neared engagements with Cylon forces.<br><br>Another message that said that Negalla had been killed, as his entire force was destroyed.<br><br>And anther from William Adama's <em>Galactica</em>, stating that he was taking command, and ordering all fleet assets to converge on the Ragnar anchorage.<br><br>And...&nbsp; nothing.&nbsp; Nothing after that.&nbsp; Apparently, Adama's ship was destroyed as well, because there was no other message after that.<br><br>How could this be?&nbsp; How...&nbsp; how could the Cylons have simply eradicated the whole Colonial fleet like so many insects?<br><br>"Set Condition Two throughout the ship."&nbsp; Jacob said, as he came to terms with the message's meanings.&nbsp; "Send up a CAP, three vipers and one Raptor.&nbsp; And have the XO and CAG come up here, on the double."<br><br>Instantly, the officer of the deck nodded, and triggered the inter-ship address system.<br><br>"All hands, all hands, set conditoin Two throughout the ship."&nbsp; the words echoed throughout the massive warship.&nbsp; "Send the word for the XO and CAG to report to CIC immmediately.&nbsp; This is not, I repeat, not a drill."
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				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 21:46:47</strong>
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				Major Corvin shows up about 20 minutes after the call goes out for the CAG and XO to the CIC. <br><br>Major Marc Corvin is a ruggedly handsome Marine. He hold himself with a an easy confidence and aura of command. Normally he is always well groomed and his uniform looks like he could walk out of a marine recruitment poster, but to day the majors hair is a little messed up. If you look hard enough you will see places he didn't get all the grease off of his hands. Other than that his uniform is immaculate.<br><br>"Sorry Sir, I was in the Inspecting the engines with our Chief Engineer. He found some signs of fatigue in the shielding around number 5 secondary thruster. He thinks it is a intermittent sequencer for the plasma relay and want permission to take it off line for testing and repair. I gave him the go ahead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 23:56:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/MyraTalos-1.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Myra Talos<br>Rank:&nbsp; Lieutenant Commander, CF<br>Position:&nbsp; Commander Air Group (CAG), Battlestar Ares<br><br><br><em>All hands, all hands, set conditoin Two throughout the ship, Lieutenant Commander Talos report the bridge.</em>&nbsp; Myra finished her pull-up when the announcement came across the loudspeaker.&nbsp; Muscles rippled across her arms and chest as she held her chin over the bar.&nbsp; Sweat beaded on her olive skin and caused her wet raven black hair to stick to the side of her face.&nbsp; Dropping to the floor, and grabbing a towel from a nearby chair, she slowly wiped her face and arms.&nbsp; A moment later the phone on the wall near her large black onyx desk rang with a buzz.&nbsp; "Talos."&nbsp; She said, answering the phone as she ran the towel through her hair.&nbsp; "Yeah, go ahead, scramble the alert vipers and call Buzzer and Attila and get them in the tube.&nbsp; I'll be in the CIC." <br><br>Myra wiped the rest of the sweat from her chest and belly, pulled her standard issue grey undershirt over her head onto her naked skin and grabbed her uniform jacket as she stepped out into the corridor.&nbsp; The metal door to her quarter closed with a slam behind her as she quickly strode up the corridor slipping her jacket on as she moved.&nbsp; A few minutes later Myra slipped in through the glass sliding doors of the CIC, looking around trying to make sense of the increase in activity. <br><br>"Commander, what's going on?&nbsp; I got a call from flight saying you requested the Alert Cap and a Raptor in the air."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 00:09:20</strong>
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				"That I did."&nbsp; Heller said, nodding to the CAG, not bothering to conceal the look of supreme annoyance on his face.&nbsp; So far, the acting XO hadn't arrived, yet.&nbsp; "Read these."<br><br>Jacob handed over the sheaf of papers, hard-copies of the messages from the comm-drone, and let her read over them.&nbsp; Heller, himself, kept analyzing the facts in his head, and came up with only one clonclusion, and it wasn't a good conclusion at all.&nbsp; Finally, he noticed that the Marine came in, looking a bit worse for wear.<br><br>"Since you're the acting XO, I'll give you a choice."&nbsp; Heller said, addressing Corvin.&nbsp; "If you prefer, I can go ahead and assign you to the engine spaces.&nbsp; You can either do that, or I can have an XO.&nbsp; It's your choice."<br><br>Jacob Heller let the words sink in, letting both officers note the absense of 'acting'.&nbsp; He waited for another minute, before continuing.<br><br>"You see, XO, we're now at war."&nbsp; Heller said simply.&nbsp; "That's the reason for the Condition Two setting on the ship.&nbsp; So, you'll understand when I say that twenty minutes responding to a summons is unacceptable, yes?"<br><br>Before the marine could answer, Heller continued.<br><br>"I need both of you at your top form."&nbsp; He said, solemnly.&nbsp; "Two weeks ago, the Cylons launched an all-out nuclear attack against the Colonies.&nbsp; From what I can gather, the fleet was destroyed, including Admiral Nagalla's flag.&nbsp; I hate to say it, but we are probably all that's left of humanity."<br><br>Heller let the words sink in, awaiting the reaction from his officers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 01:06:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150404.msg6829918#msg6829918">Quote from: Robelwell202 on 29-08-2012, 00:09:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That I did."&nbsp; Heller said, nodding to the CAG, not bothering to conceal the look of supreme annoyance on his face.&nbsp; So far, the acting XO hadn't arrived, yet.&nbsp; "Read these."<br><br>Jacob handed over the sheaf of papers, hard-copies of the messages from the comm-drone, and let her read over them.&nbsp; Heller, himself, kept analyzing the facts in his head, and came up with only one clonclusion, and it wasn't a good conclusion at all.&nbsp; Finally, he noticed that the Marine came in, looking a bit worse for wear.<br><br>"Since you're the acting XO, I'll give you a choice."&nbsp; Heller said, addressing Corvin.&nbsp; "If you prefer, I can go ahead and assign you to the engine spaces.&nbsp; You can either do that, or I can have an XO.&nbsp; It's your choice."<br><br>Jacob Heller let the words sink in, letting both officers note the absense of 'acting'.&nbsp; He waited for another minute, before continuing.<br><br>"You see, XO, we're now at war."&nbsp; Heller said simply.&nbsp; "That's the reason for the Condition Two setting on the ship.&nbsp; So, you'll understand when I say that twenty minutes responding to a summons is unacceptable, yes?"<br><br>Before the marine could answer, Heller continued.<br><br>"I need both of you at your top form."&nbsp; He said, solemnly.&nbsp; "Two weeks ago, the Cylons launched an all-out nuclear attack against the Colonies.&nbsp; From what I can gather, the fleet was destroyed, including Admiral Nagalla's flag.&nbsp; I hate to say it, but we are probably all that's left of humanity."<br><br>Heller let the words sink in, awaiting the reaction from his officers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Under normal circumstances it would not have happened. I was finishing up detailed inspections for the shakedown. It will not happen again."<br><br>Major Corvin looks shaken by the news thinking it can't be true. The entire fleet lost, not possible. With shaking hands he picks up and reads the sheets. Looking for any possible conclusion other than that the entire fleet is gone.<br><br>"Sir it says here that Commander Adama took over the fleet and ordered them to meet a Ragnor Anchorage. If The Galatica was trying to evade Cylon pursuers wouldn't it make sense for them to go silent thinking that the rest of humanity is lost as a way to reduce the chances of being located by the Cylons?"<br><br>"Also, I believe we should make way to Rangor anchorage, Sir. For two reasons: one, if any messages where left there by Commander Adama and two for possible stragglers that didn't make the meeting with Galactica."<br><br>"From what I remember about the Ragnor Anchorage was unique in that the it was the one place Cylons couldn't go because wrecked havoc on there ships targeting systems. If some ships made it there they may still be alive."<br><br>"It says here that ships just shut down in the face of the Cylons. We need to find out how the Cylons compromised the fleet so badly. Until we find that out we maybe as vulnerable as the rest of the fleet was."<br><br>Major Corvin looks back at the Commander with concern
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 07:00:39</strong>
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				<strong>Cabel Bellar<br>Port Flight Deck<br>Battlestar <em>Ares</em></strong><br><br>The Viper looked to be in good condition overall.&nbsp; Except for its weapons.<br><br>Cabel grunted as he shifted his weight, taking the pressure off of his bad leg, and leaned underneath the spacecraft's fuselage with one hand propped on the wing.&nbsp; The cannon nestled between the body and the wing was painted matte black, long and slender, with a bulb at the rear end that transitioned into the Viper's interior.&nbsp; To the casual eye, the vacuum/atmosphere flechette interceptor cannon (VAFIC) appeared intact and in good repair, but Cabel's trained gaze immediately spotted two problems.<br><br>"The casing's been damaged here, obstructing the ammunition feed," he said, pointing at the offending dent.&nbsp; He shot a glance at the small group of flight crew clustered around him, some curious, others concerned.&nbsp; A tall man in a pilot's jumpsuit stood farther back, but he afforded Cabel more attention than anyone else present.&nbsp; After all, it had been his ass on the line in the black when the prototype malfunctioned.&nbsp; Cabel drew his finger along the invisible seam where weapon met ship.&nbsp; "Not to mention the VAFIC isn't oriented correctly."<br><br>He leaned back, grabbing his cane from where it had been lying on the wing, and turned a disapproving glare on the crewmembers.&nbsp; Some of them had more experience working with Vipers than he did, but none knew the VAFIC better.&nbsp; He'd designed the damned thing.&nbsp; "It wasn't secured to Viper properly.&nbsp; I bet the cannon warped in the tube, which pinched the feed.&nbsp; If there hadn't been the failsafe, well, the cannon probably would have exploded as soon as the trigger was pulled."&nbsp; The pilot, Mako, winced at that last bit.<br><br>As the senior crewman sent one of her men running to find the maintenance register, Cabel pulled his sunglasses out of their pocket and limped away.&nbsp; His job was done, for now anyway.&nbsp; He'd been so close to a perfect shakedown.&nbsp; The VAFIC had been performing beautifully, with nary a glitch the entire cruise, and now this!&nbsp; He flicked the arms of the sunglasses apart and slipped them on.&nbsp; At least the error wasn't in the weapon, but in the people who had handled it.&nbsp; Wouldn't make much difference when the time to sell came; the fleet was very picky about what weaponry they used.&nbsp; It was a very competitive business, weapons manufacruing.&nbsp; Cabel wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the powers that be decided to mothball the project just because of this incident.<br><br>"Gods be damned, only the best," he muttered under his breath, limping across the flight deck.&nbsp; His leg was like fire today, his gait even more pronounced than usual.&nbsp; He turned to look at Mako and the flight crew crawling over the Viper, detaching the VAFIC from it's nest under the wing.&nbsp; It was only one of fifty prototypes on board, and the first to be damaged, but--<br><br><em>"All hands, all hands, set condition Two throughout the ship.&nbsp; Send the word for the XO and CAG to report to CIC immediately.&nbsp; This is not, I repeat, not a drill."</em><br><br>That caught his attention.&nbsp; The flight deck seemed to pause, and a gentle hum of worried conversation appeared.&nbsp; A few curt shouts from the senior crew put that to rest, and suddenly everything was in motion.&nbsp; A klaxon went off, signalling that they were about to launch craft.&nbsp; The Viper with his VAFIC was promptly abandoned, its crew reassigned to more urgent matters.<br><br>The buzz of activity wasn't unusual, but the fact that they were now under Condition II dropped a lump of anxiety in his stomach.&nbsp; They wouldn't set that unless they were at risk of coming under attack.&nbsp; Real attack.&nbsp; But by who?&nbsp; It could be terrorists, or...&nbsp; Frak!<br><br>Either way, Cabel knew he would just be in the way on the flight deck.&nbsp; Ignoring the pain, he hitched his cane and scurried off deck.&nbsp; The best thing he could do in this situation was stay out of the way.&nbsp; He would head to his cabin, which was on the other side of the ship.&nbsp; A lengthy walk.&nbsp; Cabel kept to the side of the corridors, gritting his teeth and wishing he knew more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 21:45:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/MyraTalos-1.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Myra Talos<br>Rank:&nbsp; Lieutenant Commander, CF<br>Position:&nbsp; Commander Air Group (CAG), Battlestar Ares<br><br>Myra studied the pile of reports that Commander Heller handed her.&nbsp; Each piece spelled out a more and more disturbing image of the attacks.&nbsp; Reports of utter destruction and reports of ships simply 'shutting off' as they neared engagements with Cylon forces gave her pause.&nbsp; <em>"This can't be possible."</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she continued reading.&nbsp; The arrival of the interim XO and her lead Viper pilot distracted her attention from the papers but only long enough that she didn't seem too focused on Commander Heller's reprimand of Major Corvin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>I need both of you at your top form.&nbsp; Two weeks ago, the Cylons launched an all-out nuclear attack against the Colonies.&nbsp; From what I can gather, the fleet was destroyed, including Admiral Nagalla's flag.&nbsp; I hate to say it, but we are probably all that's left of humanity.</em><br><br>Commander Heller seemed incensed and uncertain of the direction he should go.&nbsp; Myra couldn't blame him, she was as much at a loss as he should be, the possible destruction of humanity was upon them.&nbsp; Although they were military personnel, they had no way of knowing how to deal with this kind of crisis.&nbsp; Commander, two initial reactions to this situation.&nbsp; First, it seems that somehow the Cylons must have found a way to hack out defense network or our computer systems.&nbsp; She pulled the two or three sheets of reports out that provided garbled if not confused accounts of the attacks.&nbsp; <em>It says here that ships just shut down in the face of the Cylons. We need to find out how the Cylons compromised the fleet so badly. Until we find that out we maybe as vulnerable as the rest of the fleet was."</em>&nbsp; "I agree with Mr Corvin, from these reports, as confused at they are, it seems the Cylon attackers must have transmitted some sort of shutdown sequence.&nbsp; Which makes sense when we see how Galactica was able to survive long enough to move to Ragnar anchorage, their computer systems are antiquated and less networked than the new Mercury class ships.&nbsp; It might be a good idea to reset the computer with the emergency command codes and pull network connections to critical systems until we can ascertain the full level of their ability."&nbsp; <br><br>Myra then moved to the star charts zooming in on the colonial systems.&nbsp; "Unfortunately I don't agree that Ragnar should be our initial focus.&nbsp; Ragnar is a pretty heavy run from here and there's no way of knowing if we won't jump right into a Cylon fleet waiting outside the anchorage to attack.&nbsp; Pulling up a star chart of the main colonial systems she pointed at Scorpia and Caprica.&nbsp; "We should launch two raptors to a deep recon positions just outside sensor range of both Caprica and Scorpion Fleet Shipyards.&nbsp; If we do it right we should be able to pick up on any Colonial signals and get a handle on any resources or equipment that might still be available.&nbsp; If we're going to attempt to fight or run we're going to need all of the intel and resources we can find." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 22:14:15</strong>
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				Heller listened to the two informed opinions that his officers were goiving him, and in point of fact, they gave hime more answers than he was expecting, initially.&nbsp; He nodded to both of them, and looked down at the chart.<br><br>"Commander Talos, set up your deep probe mission."&nbsp; Heller said, looking at the CAG.&nbsp; "You're right, we need harder intel for our situation.&nbsp; If we can be sure of making passage to Ragnar from here, we'll do it, but I want to make sure it's clear, first."<br><br>Heller looked down at the plot table again, and dreaded what he had to do next.&nbsp; He raised his eyes, to look at the XO and the CAG, wishing like hell he didn't have to do this.<br><br>"Major Corvin, I'm about to address the crew, and let them in on what we know."&nbsp; He said, softly.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure the crewwill react accodringly, but I want a few of your marines on the ready, in case someone goes over the deep end."<br><br>With that, Jacob Heller dismissed his two officers, and turned to the OOD.&nbsp; "Please give me inter-ship comms."<br><br>Again, the OOD nodded, and turned on the ship's intercommm system, keying it to Heller's position at the chart table.<br><br>"This is the Commander."&nbsp; Heller began.&nbsp; "About two hours ago, the <em>Ares</em> began downloading the newest set of communications, as is standard procedure for exiting No Man's Land.&nbsp; After viewing and reviewing these messages, one thing has become clear.&nbsp; Ladies and Gentlemen of the <em>Ares</em> crew, please prepare yourselves."<br><br>Heller took a couple of long moments, to let the crew adjust and prepare.&nbsp; Then, he continued.<br><br>"Roughly two weeks ago, the Twelve Colonies were systematically and completely attacked with nuclear weapons, by none other than our old enemy, the Cylons.&nbsp; What reports we have indicate that the entire Colonial Fleet has been eliminated, including Admiral Nagalla and his falgship, <em>Atlantia</em>.&nbsp; In addition, the last known surviving Fleet asset, the Battlestar <em>Galactica</em>, may have been destroyed at Ragnar anchorage."<br><br>"As of this time, we're preparing to send a deep-probe intelligence mission with a pair of Raptors." Heller went on.&nbsp; "If this mission shows us that the path is safe, we will move to Ragnar, ourselves, and investigate the situation.&nbsp; If the path isn't clear, then it leaves us little choice."<br><br>"Crew of&nbsp; the Ares, understand this."&nbsp; Heller said, his voice full of purpose.&nbsp; "We are now in a war that may never end.&nbsp; WE may be the last members of humanity left alive.&nbsp; It behooves us to survive, and preserve the chance of future generations.&nbsp; As the Commander of this vessel, I give you my word&nbsp; that I'll do all in my power to keep everyone aboard safe.&nbsp; If we run accross the enemy, that enemy will meet our strongest resistance!"<br><br>"Somehow, I don't think the journey ahead of us will be easy."&nbsp; Heller said, beginning his closing address.&nbsp; "It'll be damned difficult, and we'll be scrambling for supplies and such.&nbsp; However, I've seen waht this crrew can do, and I know it'll stand up to the challenge that would make the Colonies proud!&nbsp; Men and Women of the Ares, it will be my honor to serve with you!"<br><br>"That is all, for now."&nbsp; Heller said, closing his address.&nbsp; After hanging up the comm-device, he turned to the OOD and began his first set of orders, as the Commander.<br><br>"Let's get things ready.&nbsp; I want gun and missile batteries loaded and set on ready-alert."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "Also, I want to get a CAP schedule going, so work with the CAG on that.&nbsp; Please send word to have Doctor Bellar meet me ASAP, so we can discuss his new guns.&nbsp; Also, I want to know who we have that help with the computer network idea.&nbsp; I don't like being that vulnerable, if the Cylons have the ability to hack us.&nbsp; Let's make the ship ready, people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 22:46:39</strong>
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				Major Corvin call down to marine country. "Tell Major Tobias that I need a squad of armed marine to CIC immediately. Also put the rest of the company on high alert and put guards at critical sections of the ship and the weapons lockers."<br><br>Hanging up the com he dials the Medical Bay"Doctor Negalla, this is the XO. I need you in my office ASAP"<br><br>Corvin dials the Com (Command Deck) "Com this is the XO, please have Mr. Cabel Bellar report to my office immediately! Also, have the missile batteries and all space defense weaponry loaded and cleared for action, immediately."<br><br>"Commander, the Marines are on there way to CIC and I have placed guards are critical sections of the ship and the weapons lockers. With your permission, I am going to put Mr. Bellar to work of the figuring out how the fleet was compromised."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 23:22:44</strong>
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				<strong>Cabel Bellar<br>Bulkhead 31<br>Port Crew Deck E</strong><br><br>Cabel sat heavily on his bunk, cane resting between his legs.&nbsp; The two other civilians who shared his room were still out in the ship.&nbsp; He stretched his bad leg, doing his best to not think of the pain medication tucked away in his bed-side drawer.&nbsp; If one could conquer his own pain, then he could conquer anything.&nbsp; That was a truth Cabel whole-heartedly believed in.&nbsp; In the entire shakedown cruise, he had only taken two pills.<br><br>The PA crackled.&nbsp; It was Commander Heller.&nbsp; The man's prelude was hardly comforting.&nbsp; The knot of anxiety grew into a veritable boulder.&nbsp; What came next shook him to his core.<br><br>The Cylons returned, the Colonies nuked, the Colonial Fleet obliterated.&nbsp; Cabel fell back onto his bunk, staring at the metal struts holding the one above him.&nbsp; He gripped his cane with white knuckles.&nbsp; <em>"We may be the last members of humanity left alive."</em>&nbsp; He mouthed those words over and over.&nbsp; Were all of the Colonies hit?&nbsp; How could the Cylons...&nbsp; How?&nbsp; Gods, Aquarius!&nbsp; Heim!&nbsp; His family...&nbsp; Such a backwater planet might have been overlooked.&nbsp; It <em>was</em> the cold season; there were maybe 20,000 people on Aquarius.&nbsp; Would the Cylons nuke a village?!<br><br>The sickening reality hit Cabel.&nbsp; If half of what he had read about the Cylon War was true, they would.&nbsp; They would throw every nuke they had, turn the planets into spheres of molten glass.&nbsp; They only knew how to destroy.&nbsp; He felt like throwing up.<br><br><em>"Please have Mr. Cabel report to my office immediately!"</em><br><br>That caught his attention, even if the man said "Cabel" instead of "Belar," who else could he mean?&nbsp; Cabel leaped off his bunk, thanking the anonymous speaker for giving him something to do besides slowly kill himself, wondering over the fate of his family.&nbsp; Without thinking, Cabel pulled out his pain medication, swallowing one of the pills dry.&nbsp; After a moment's hesitation, he forced down another.&nbsp; What could it matter, now?<br><br>He stepped out into the corridor.&nbsp; A squad of marines jogged by, done up in full kit, weapons cradled in their arms.&nbsp; Some wore grim expressions, others looked shell shocked.&nbsp; One man appeared to have recently been crying, although his expression was murder now.&nbsp; Cabel could understand that.<br><br>"Excuse--" his voice cracked.&nbsp; Frak, he could cry too!&nbsp; No, there would be time for mourning.&nbsp; Now, though, someone needed to see him.&nbsp; He cleared his throat and began again.&nbsp; "Who just requested a Mr. Cabel?&nbsp; I didn't recognize the voice."<br><br>One of the marines shouted back over her shoulder.&nbsp; "That was the Major, Major Corvin!&nbsp; Check the CIC!"&nbsp; They rounded a corner and were gone.<br><br>Stomach still churning from the news, Cabel turned and stumped his way towards the CIC.&nbsp; It would take him five minutes to get there.&nbsp; When he arrived, Cabel stood just inside the glass entryway, looking around uncertainly.&nbsp; He remembered Major Corvin now, one of the pilots who had flown with the prototype.&nbsp; <em>Why does he want to see me?</em> Cabel wondered, scanning the crowded room for the Major.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 05:45:23</strong>
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				Jacob Heller looked around the chaotic mess that was CIC, and grimaced.&nbsp; It was one thing to look to an interim, skeleton crew to take a new ship through her paces in a controlled way.&nbsp; It was another thing, altogether, to expect them to function as a combat-seasoned team right out of the chute.&nbsp; Heller had to remind himself that he needed patience, and lots of it.<br><br>"Doctor Bellar, I asked for you."&nbsp; Heller said to the new face that had just appeared.&nbsp; "I have a couple of questions for you."<br><br>Jacob looked around the busy compartment, and tried to find a seat for the man who was obviously in pain.&nbsp; Finding a chair that he could easily liberate from a secondary comms console, Heller moved it over in one swift motion, and offered it to Bellar.<br><br>"So, first things first."&nbsp; Jacob said.&nbsp; "How is the new gun workin with the Viper?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 06:12:07</strong>
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				<strong>Cabel Bellar<br>CIC<br>Battlestar <em>Ares</em></strong><br><br>"I don't have a doctorate."&nbsp; The response was more automatic than anything.&nbsp; Many of the crew assumed he had earned a PhD.&nbsp; Flattering, but Cabel would never forgive himself for false pride.&nbsp; He looked around the CIC as the Commander grabbed the chair.&nbsp; It was all sleek metal and flashing screens, scurrying crew and anxious faces.&nbsp; He had been up here once before, on the day the <em>Ares</em> began its shakedown, to meet the brass.&nbsp; Not much had changed.<br><br>When the Commander offered the seat, Cabel took it without thinking.&nbsp; Normally he'd force himself to stand, but today...&nbsp; He thought back to the extra pills he had taken in his bunk.&nbsp; Today he needed every comfort he could get.&nbsp; No, that wasn't right. Cabel rolled the cane between his hands, then stood.&nbsp; Today was the worst day for small comforts.&nbsp; Tough times were ahead.&nbsp; Might as well start enduring now.<br><br>"It's actually better if I lean," he lied, pushing the chair back to the console with his cane.<br><br><em>"How is the new gun workin with the Viper?"</em><br><br>Cabel figured that the VAFIC was why he was up here.&nbsp; It was the only reason he was on the Battlestar.&nbsp; <em>It's the only reason I'm still alive.</em><br><br>"The VAFIC, commander?"&nbsp; He sounded slightly confused.&nbsp; He had expected it, but it still struck him as an odd question this soon after the news had hit.&nbsp; He figured the old man would have more important matters to handle first.&nbsp; Maybe he had already taken care of them.&nbsp; "The prototype has been working fine throughout the shakedown, sir.&nbsp; One of the flight crew fra-- er, improperly attached it to Mako's Viper all earlier, and it was damaged in flight.&nbsp; We still have 49 more on board the Battlestar, however."<br><br>Cabel's mouth was dry by the time he finished.&nbsp; Not from the pain; that he was used to.&nbsp; But he couldn't hold back the question any longer.&nbsp; "Commander, do you know anything about Aquarius?&nbsp; Heim?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 07:00:10</strong>
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				Major Marc Corvin, XO-BattleStar Ares<br>CIC <br><br>Lt Commander Talos, can I speak with you in my office for a moment?<br><br>In the XO's office<br>Major Corvin offers the CAG a seat closes the door and then sit down himself in a very plush chair made of something durable but soft similar to leather. From the bottom drawer he pulls out a very old bottle of ambrosia and two glasses. "I have this bottle of ambrosia for about 10 years. I only open it for major events, Promotions, General Court Martials, the Colonies being destroyed. Lt Commander you and I have few things to talk about" as he pours them both a very small amount (just enough for a taste) of ambrosia. "After the news we just got, I figured we could both use a little." <br>Corvin leans back in the chair. "With me being made the XO, this will change a few things. For one you are going to have to find a new flight leader. Any ideas on that?"<br><br>"I wanted to make sure we are still good?&nbsp; Technically you should have gotten this slot not me. Are you OK with that? Being the XO is not what I signed up for, but a good marine says Yes Sir and does what he is told."<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 09:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/Sephone-pilla.JPG)</div> Name:&nbsp; Dr. Sephone Nagala<br>&nbsp;Rank:&nbsp; Major, Colonial Fleet (Reserves)<br>&nbsp;Position:&nbsp; Medical Officer<br><br>"All hands, all hands, set Condition Two throughout the ship."&nbsp; <br><br>The words flowed into Sickbay but barely caused a ripple on the cool surface of Doctor Nagella’s face.&nbsp; She did, however stop what she was doing for a moment as she expectantly awaited the variation of the words she had heard so often since the shakedown cruise began – “This is a drill” or “Begin drill” – but instead she heard, "Send the word for the XO and CAG to report to CIC immediately.&nbsp; This is not, I repeat, not a drill."<br><br>Obviously, she wasn’t the only one who noticed.&nbsp; There was a jump in the tension of those around her as the team in the medical bay saw to their duties.&nbsp; <br><br>Sephone smiled at the launch bay tech seated in front of her.&nbsp; “Just a few more minutes and then you can return to duty.”&nbsp; She said calmly, and returned her attention to his hand. “Just a few more to go.”&nbsp; Without looking up again, she resumed making the tight and tiny line of stitches that would hold the skin closed. <br>&nbsp;<br>The minor injury was typical of what she had seen over the past two month.&nbsp; Most of her patients had been the result of careless injuries, minor burns or fatigue, nothing exciting and no test of her skills.&nbsp; There were long days of boredom punctuated by brief periods of activity. She tried to use the time well. The Medical Bay had been organized perfectly to regulation specifics.&nbsp; Everything was placed precisely according to regs, no matter how wasteful or inconvenient.&nbsp; Since she had the time to spare, she had drawn up a critique of the regulations and included her recommended changes.&nbsp; She’d make sure her father got it as soon as the Ares returned. <br><br>The crewman’s hand was sewn and he was sent on his way, back to light duty – if he promised to be careful.&nbsp; The Medical Bay was quiet and with no one to attend, Dr. Nagala returned to her office to see to the filing of a typical accident report.&nbsp; She was sitting at her desk when Heller’s voice came over the Comm. His tone gave him away immediately and she knew the news was going to be bad. <br><br>“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Ares crew, please prepare yourselves…”<br><br>She was out of her office and back with her staff before he could start to explain the gravity of the disaster.&nbsp; Her place was with them. <br><br>“…entire Colonial Fleet has been eliminated, including Admiral Nagala and his flagship, Atlantia…”<br><br><em>The Colonies…The Fleet…Father…</em><br><br>There was a hush in the Medical Bay.&nbsp; Heller’s speech had ended yet no one spoke until a sob broke the silence and pandemonium was unleashed. Sephone was bombarded by questions she couldn’t possibly answer – “I don’t know any more than you do.” She calmly explained.&nbsp; “I’m sure we will be given more information, as it becomes available.”<br><br>But beneath her practiced composed exterior, her heart raced and bile rose in her throat. She could feel panic straining to overwhelm her.<br><br><em>Focus, Persephone.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>It only took a single, deeply drawn breath for her to take control of herself and a wave of her hand to get the attention of her staff.&nbsp; She didn’t hesitate; she took control of them, as well. <br><br>“Ladies and gentlemen, our responsibilities lie within these walls and we must make certain we are prepared to meet them.&nbsp; Lives will depend on us.”<br><br>She gave them jobs to do, preparing for the unknown. Little duties, heavy burdens, some of it was just busy work to keep them from falling apart too soon.&nbsp; Although clearly troubled, each of them set to work with determination.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Doctor Nagala, this is the XO. I need you in my office ASAP"<br><br>“On my way, Major.” <br><br>She cast a quick glance over the activity in the Medical Bay, it was under control and likely to remain that way for awhile – so long as there were no new shocks. They could manage without her, for now. <br><br>Her pace to the XO’s office was quick but unhurried and her knock on his door was firm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 20:36:37</strong>
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				Major Marc Corvin, XO<br>CIC<br>XO's Office<br><br>Dr Negalla hears “Enter” &nbsp;after her knock.<br>Corvin is sitting there in his plush desk chair writing typing out notes and working intently. He has a hard look of his face a combination of hurt, anger and the pain of loss. He looks up at the Doctor and stands up coming around the desk. He shakes her hand then holds it for a moment. His eyes and voice soften “First I want to express my condolence on your father’s death.&nbsp; I didn’t know him personally but I was looking forward to serving under him.” Releasing her hand he asks her to sit down “You are the chief medical officer on this ship and I wanted you to see the messages we received from the relay when we came out of no-man’s land.“ He passes her the papers”This was quite a shock to find out the colonies have been destroyed by the cylons and the effects to the crew are just now starting to sink it. I would like counseling made available to the crew. Also we are going to begin search and Rescue operations among the colonies. It says here they used nukes, so we don’t know what shape any of them will be in or even if there are any yet. I wish I could allow you time to grieve for your loss, but I need you and your department is top form if we are going to be able to do any of our people any good. Also do you have anyone that is trained as a field medic?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 22:47:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/MyraTalos-1.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Myra Talos<br>Rank:&nbsp; Lieutenant Commander, CF<br>Position:&nbsp; Commander Air Group (CAG), Battlestar Ares<br><br><em>Commander Talos, set up your deep probe mission.&nbsp; You're right, we need harder intel for our situation.&nbsp; If we can be sure of making passage to Ragnar from here, we'll do it, but I want to make sure it's clear, first.</em><br><br>Myra nodded to the commander, turning quickly to her status board for her squadrons.&nbsp; Picking up a nearby comm phone Myra typed in the number for her Air Group command center and waited for her Lieutenant to answer.&nbsp; "Crieghton, Prep Raptor 455 and 456.&nbsp; We're doing a deep jump recon mission to Caprica and Scorpion Fleet Yards.&nbsp; Send Wyatt, Kahn, Lianna and Quinn up to CIC so I can brief them on the mission.&nbsp; Also inform the chief of the deck that we are pulling the C4R network connections from all of the Vipers and Raptors.&nbsp; Pilots will have to learn how to compensate for flight controls through good old fashion skill.&nbsp; I want the network connections pulled by 1800.&nbsp; Start with Raptor 455 and 456, they hit space in forty five minutes."<br><br><em>Lt Commander Talos, can I speak with you in my office for a moment?</em>&nbsp; Myra checked her calculations on the deep jump entry points one more time then followed Major Corvin into a nearby office.&nbsp; "I really don't have time for this Mr. Corvin.&nbsp; I have Ops to plan and Vipers to get refitted."<br><br><em>"I have this bottle of ambrosia for about 10 years. I only open it for major events, Promotions, General Court Martials, the Colonies being destroyed. Lt Commander you and I have few things to talk about.&nbsp; After the news we just got, I figured we could both use a little.&nbsp; With me being made the XO, this will change a few things. For one you are going to have to find a new flight leader. Any ideas on that?&nbsp; I wanted to make sure we are still good?&nbsp; Technically you should have gotten this slot not me. Are you OK with that? Being the XO is not what I signed up for, but a good marine says Yes Sir and does what he is told."</em><br><br>Myra took the small taste of Ambrosia, appreciating the fact that the niceties of home would no longer be things to be taken for granted.&nbsp; "To the Colonies"&nbsp; She said holding it up in a small somber toast before swallowing the small taste with a quick flick of her wrist.&nbsp; The warm flavorful liquid slightly burned the back of her throat.&nbsp; Setting the small glass down on the table.&nbsp; "We have been working together for the last few months and you are a great pilot and officer, and I'm sure you'll make a good XO.&nbsp; I have no problem with our working relationship of mutual respect from the last few months continuing.&nbsp; I think we both have learned each other's quirks and how the other works and the way I see it we are Commander Heller's most senior advisers and he's going to need our insight and expertise to get through the coming turmoil.&nbsp; Myra walked around the desk for a moment, studying some of the trinkets placed around the room.&nbsp; <br><br>"I've never been much for ship command, my skills are in flight and tactics so you being XO works better all around."&nbsp; Myra began to turn towards the door leading to the CIC, but turned back to Major Corvin.&nbsp; "As for the new Squadron Commander for the 3rd Squadron, please give me a list of names you think would be good candidates and I'll make a decision as soon as possible.&nbsp; I would also recommend XO, that you get the comm techs working on pulling the C4R connections from the network.&nbsp; We need to isolate key systems before we engage the Cylons.&nbsp; And by the way...Congratulations."&nbsp; With a nod, she turned back towards to door leading to the CIC and walked through.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 01:17:16</strong>
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				Marc looks over his data pad trying to clear his head enough to think about what the ship needs to survive? <em>The simple answer is more people. We are at a skeleton crew for command and control. We have a full engineering crew and fight ops crew. What do I have to do to make up the deficit for Battle Stations?</em><br><br>Marc with a worried look activates the 3d Holo-Admitter, bringing up the image of every bodies duty station at Battle Stations. It looks like the only people I have to draw on, maybe be some of the engineering staff to help man the space defense weaponry. If we can take several on of the nonessential personnel for engineering and&nbsp; train them man gun crews we might be able to fill the deficit.<br><em><br>Now the other question is how to keep our crew focused. They have gone through a major shock.</em><br><br>Quoting a line from a famous general during the first Cylon war:<br><em>“In tragedy there is unity, in work there is solace. Work them hard, fight them harder. They can grieve when they are dead, Oorah.”</em><br><br>Notes: <br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the CAG suggested pull the C4K connections to the network until&nbsp; Mr. Bellar can find out where and how the fleet were compromised.<br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Confer with the Chief of engineering and get his input on this and begin cross training his personnel on ships weapons.<br>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Intensify the training schedules in CIC we need them operating like a well-oiled machine.<br>4.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Conduct battle drills and simulations to improve crew efficiency and to keep them busy and focused.<br>5.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Begin training the Colonial Marine on board for 1 and 2 squad assault/rescue operations <br>6.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Update the medic training for our field medics<br>7.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Organize salvage teams.<br>8.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Confer with Cag about flight duty schedules. Talk about training replacement pilots or any hole in her crew roster.<br>9.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Need department heads to form list of high priority supplies for salvaging. <br>10.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Need to consider what we are going to do with survivor or refugees.<br>11.&nbsp; &nbsp;Consider options for crews long term mental health issues.<br><br>Then there is a knock on the the Door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 03:20:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Commander, do you know anything about Aquarius?&nbsp; Heim?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jacob shook his head, solemnly.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, but we don't know anything solid, yet.&nbsp; As I said before, the reports we've gotten are of a systematic attack on all the Colonies, simultaniously.&nbsp; The lack of any comms-traffic seems to indicate that the attack was well thought out, and thorough."<br><br>Heller took a second to get his breath, and noticed as Sephone Nagala walked by, heading off towards the XO's area.&nbsp; Mark had noticed her upon her arrival on Ares, but he'd never thought about saying anything to her.&nbsp; What could he say?&nbsp; <em>'Hey, I'm a commander, on your dad's new ship!&nbsp; Wanna go out?'</em>&nbsp; Every time Heller thought about it, it seemed more ridiculous than ever, and all the more reaso for him to keep his mouth shut.&nbsp; Still, he could admire her from a very long, very discreet distance, and ponder what might never be.<br><br>Jacob was brought from his mental wanderings by the sheer amount of activity that was moving around him, as the Ares became ready for war.&nbsp; Heller only had the skeleton crew to man her, but they proved to be good, so far, and it seemed that the news of the attack was being taken well.<br><br>Just like himself, Jacob had presumed that eh real shock and sorrow would hit in it's own time, in it's own way.<br><br>Right now, he had to get things moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:36:42</strong>
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				<strong>Cabel Bellar<br>CIC<br>Battlestar Ares</strong><br><br>Cabel gave the Commander a curt nod, his face blank.&nbsp; No news on Aquarius.&nbsp; There was a chance, even if he knew that clinging to that vague hope was only setting himself up for future pain.&nbsp; But, it was a chance.<br><br>A radio squawk caught his attention: just a crewman coordinating craft launches.&nbsp; When Cabel looked back at the Commander, he was watching a woman crossing the CIC.&nbsp; Cabel knew less about her than he did Heller; just that she was the Admiral's daughter.&nbsp; Poor girl.&nbsp; The Commander's gaze followed her a bit longer than necessary, and, despite his anxiety over the Colonies, Cabel realized there might have been something more to that glance.<br><br>He took a step back when Major Corvin stepped up, followed by the El-Cee, Myra Talos.&nbsp; He knew both better than the Commander.&nbsp; He had had to coordinate testing of the prototypes with Talos, and Corvin had flown the VAFIC several times.&nbsp; Boring business, but he managed to pick up on their personalities a bit.<br><br>There was something odd going on with the ranks at the moment; Corvin was somehow above Talos.&nbsp; He had become the XO; that didn't make any sense.&nbsp; Maybe it was an obscure reg, or some ugly favoritism.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, Cabel figured Talos was not pleased right now, not at all.&nbsp; The Major's words were more than a little condescending.<br><br>Cabel hung back, waiting for someone to call on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:37:53</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Sephone Nagala<br>Xo's Office</strong><br><br>The doctor entered the office of the new XO quietly, and she studied him briefly while he continued his work but she waited patiently. Although Sephone entered Corvin’s office not knowing what to expect, she wasn’t surprised by the sight that greeted her.&nbsp; In fact, she anticipated she’d be seeing a lot of it in the days to come. It was a mixture of emotions, all being held in check by will and determination, exactly like her own.<br><br>When he finally got up from his desk and took her hand to offer his condolences, it was almost her undoing. His hand was large and firm in her grasp and it made hers look almost ridiculously small – like a child’s hand.&nbsp; She shifted her gaze from hand to his eyes and met them directly.&nbsp; Her mouth opened once, as if she was to speak but in the end she couldn’t find the words. She had loved her father and although they frequently butted heads she knew he was proud of the fact she never backed down from him and chose to follow her own path. But in the end, her grief was no greater than anyone on the Ares, and less then some. She’d lost her father, her only family, but others had lost their parents, or worse, their children. She couldn’t deny her grief or make light of it, but she would not dwell on it. There was too much to do, it wasn’t time yet.<br><br><em>Focus. Remember protocol, tradition and good manners; when in doubt fall back on the old standards. </em><br><br>“Thank you, Major.” She manages to say with the smallest of smiles. “All we can do now is try to live up to the standards he set for us.” <br><br>She hesitated, thinking maybe she should say more but there was nothing she could add.<br><br>She took a seat across from him and quickly scanned the paper he passed to her. She noted he stepped easily in the role of XO. He was already thinking beyond the tactical and of the welfare of the crew. <br><br>“Counseling is always available for the crew and, although needed now more than ever, not many of the crew will be willing to take advantage of it. We are all going to try to tough it out, you and I included – and we both know it is the wrong way to handle a loss of such magnitude. So, the best we can hope for is that people will watch out for each other. I’ll be alert for the warning signs and can order counseling when I feel it is needed.”&nbsp; <br><br>“It says here they used nukes, so we don’t know what shape any of them will be in or even if there are any yet. I wish I could allow you time to grieve your loss, but I need you and your department is top form if we are going to be able to do any of our people any good. Also do you have anyone that is trained as a field medic?”<br><br>“None of us have time to grieve and that it what will hold us all together for the immediate future. When our situation stabilizes and we have time to think, then we will have to start dealing with how we feel.”&nbsp; Although her face clouded her words didn't falter and she pushed on, assuming the mantle of calm confidence. She was proud of the good people she had under her and wanted the Corvin to understand he could depend on them, and her. <br><br>“Rest assured the medical department is by the book and at 100%. We’ve had little to do but keep things ready for the inspection that will never come. I’m going to throw out the old book and make some changes that will better suit our new reality but we don’t have to go into that right now. My people are ready and there are supplementary field medics outside of the medical department.&nbsp; I can see to it their skills are up to date and provide additional training in areas that are lacking, such as treating radiation sickness.” <br><br>Her eyes looked into his, willing him to understand, "You realize, Major, that supplies will become an issue and I will have to make decisions accordingly?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 07:01:34</strong>
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				"From all reports I have seen your medical team has done an exemplary job. I have been very impressed. I wonder if we should rotate the field medics through the medical bay as a form of training. It would keep people busy training and create a better working relationship between your medical staff and the field medics."<br><br>"I will put medical supplies on our priority recovery list."<br><br>"I know I am probably gilding the Lillie here, but I want to make sure our bio decontamination protocols are up to date. All we have heard of is nukes but there could be biological weapons used as well."<br><br>"All the military protocol aside, if you need anything let me know. I can be a pretty good listener it you can get me to shut up long enough." Quirky smile on his rugged face as he looks directly into her eyes with a look of loss that seems to match her own. <br><br>He helps her up." I am serious you need anything you let me know. Doc. I have a feeling we are going to see alot of each other in the coming months."<br><br>"Keep up the good work, Doc. Your father would be proud"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 04:17:49</strong>
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				Heller looked around, finding Mister Bellar again.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a few steps, he approached the man, noticing a look on the man's face, as if there was something discomforting him.<br><br>"Mister Bellar, is there anything you might need?"&nbsp; Jacob asked, trying to be considerate of the civilian.&nbsp; "You don't have to stand on military decorum, you know.&nbsp; You can sit, of you need to."<br><br>Jacob again drew out a chair from one of the ajoining duty stations, and offered it to the man.<br><br>"I need to ask you something.&nbsp; The intel we've gotten, so far, says that the Cylon attack force was able to take out our fleet assets without much of a fight, as if the ships were 'turned off', like."&nbsp; Jacob said, beginning his question.&nbsp; "Now, there's been a theory about networked computers being opened up to outside intererence, and I'm all willing to explore it.&nbsp; My question is, do you have any knowledge or experience that might be able to help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battlestar Ares (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 02:36:14</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Sephone Negala<br>XO's Office</strong><br><br>“The field medics already go through Medical for their continuing education and standard re-certifications. I don’t want to upset the rotation, as everyone already has a lot on their minds.” She tucked a lock of short blond hair behind her ear, “However, as they come in for re-certs, I increase their skill levels as part of their education.&nbsp; It will be very ‘hands on’ but it may be enough to save a few lives.” <br><br>A wry smile flashed on her face as Major Corvin said the words ‘<em>military protocol aside</em>’.&nbsp; Her entire life had been military protocol – she became a doctor to escape it and now it was all she had left.&nbsp; But she smiled because she understood he was trying to keep her at ease, at least as much as possible under the circumstances.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ve a lot to do. It will keep me busy – too busy to think or talk.”&nbsp; She cocked her head to the side, it was a small dismissive gesture, “But when the time comes and I need to talk, I’ll keep your offer in mind.” She continues as he helps her up, with formal gesture that she found to be almost charming. “But remember, it is a two-way street and I am trained professional.”&nbsp; For the first time since entering the office she seemed truly relaxed. “Anything you say to me stays with me.”<br><br>As she left his office, she turned back from the door to face him once more time before she left, “Oh, by the way – he would be very proud of all of us.” <br><br>Before he could respond, she pulled open the door and left the XO’s office. <br>
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