| Checking Facts |
| Summary: | Cidra has a clerical mission for a deckie. |
| Date: | 19 Sep 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| Hangar Deck - Port - Midship - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| The single largest rooms on the Cerberus are the hangar decks. Each flight pod consists of two stacked landing bays with adjoined decks and hangars, which along with computer-assisted landings results in a faster Viper recovery rate. Mirror images of each other, these two huge areas are located on the flight pods. The inboard sides of the deck, closest to the ship's main hull, are lined with parking and maintenance bays for Vipers and Raptors based aboard the battlestar. The outboard side of the deck contains the launch tubes used by the Vipers for standard deployment. Huge blast doors seal the deck into four sections, each one containing an elevator that leads up to the flight deck directly overhead. The fore-most section contains an elevator system that leads towards Aerospace Fabrication. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #205 |
Cidra is prowling the hangar deck. Nothing unusual about that. The CAG spends a good deal of her on-duty time here. At the moment she's dressed in duty greens rather than her flight suit, so whatever task she's at is likely keeping her on-ship rather than in-Raptor for a good stretch of her day. Her prowling takes her in the direction of the chief's office.
There's much work to be done with the constant scouting patrols over Aerilon, and with the arrival of a whole escort-carrier's worth of Raptors and Vipers. That combined with the toll that Sag took on uniforms and equipment and…well, needless to say, there's plenty of work to be done on deck. Cilusia's flitting and stomping about today, in work oranges. The CAG on deck isn't a big shock but, without a flight suit…
Cidra's cloudy blue eyes sweep the Deck. Scanning over the personnel available. And alighting on Cilusia, apparently largely at random. "Petty Officer Fasi?" She approaches the woman properly. "Pardon me. Do you have a moment? I am in need of an…errand that I do think shall require a deckhand."
When it comes down to it, it's not hard at all to pick out the 5-foot-nothing deckie with the tied back clump of uncontrollable hair standing over top of a row of laid-out flightsuits and helmets. Only when Cidra approaches from behind and calls her name does Cilusia turn about and look at the woman. "Major Hahn…ah, yeah, I have a moment. Just looking over flight suits."
"If I am interrupting your work this can wait. I suspect it shall be…somewhat time-consuming but it is…rather important." The CAG has a somewhat keyed-up air about her. Likely a combination of an abundance of caffeine and nicotine standing in for hours of sleep. The flights over Aerilon and new carrier have kept her and hers hopping as well. "I was hoping you could pull and copy some old aircraft maintenance logs for me. I have the specific dates and planes I do need…" She fishes into her pocket. It takes her a moment to find a folded list, hastily written on octagonal scratch paper.
"So this is…pretty important? Like needs to be done ASAP?" Cilusia asks, while taking the folded piece of paper from the CAG. Unfolding it, she starts to look over some of the planes and dates, raising a brow. "Are you sure all these birds are still in service? Or do you know that some of them have probably been cannibalized?"
"I am quite sure some of them are not still in service, actually," Cidra replies. Those dates on that paper, and the specifics she's cobbled on the planes - and suites in two cases - in question, might jump out at Cilusia. 2 May 2041 AE, the day a bomb was planted on a Viper Mark II. 10 May 2041 AE, the day a Viper Mark VII exploded, with the help of no enemy fire, after launching from Cerberus. 23 May 2041 AE, the date a bomb was planted on one of the Raptors. 11 June 2041 AE and 6 Jun 2041 AE, the dates the air supply of some of the Viper pilots was tampered with. And 05 July 2041 AE, the date Ensign Ethan Weber was killed on a salvage mission. It's quite the grim little collection of chicken-scratch, really. "And this needs not be done right away. If you cannot get to it for a day or two, that would be acceptable. I just…I need to have these matters fresh in my mind. I was thinking over them and I…I need to refresh my mind on them again."
Looking over the list in more detail, Cilusia raises a brow. "Oh…OH…I see now. Yeah. Those planes. I recall those dates a little better now. Yeah, I should be able to get these logs. I shouldn't have to go through any security checks or circus hoop jumps to get at these records. Think the MPs got them back, or at least made the copies they needed at the time. These okay to just drop in your inbox, Major? Do you need them in person?"
"You can just drop them in my inbox. I thank you, Petty Officer. I know it shall be tedious." A pause and Cidra asks, "Do you smoke?"
"I've been known to smoke now and again, Major. I don't make a habit it of it, since I'm not good enough at Triad to keep a steady flow of smokes coming, but yeah, I enjoy it." Cilusia's posture gets to be a little straighter now, at mention of cigs as possible thank you.
"As I said, I know this shall be tedious, and you are not generally tasked to secretarial work. I shall drop a half-pack off here for you after I receive them," Cidra says. "I thank you, Petty Officer." And it seems she's about to go but then asks, rather out of the air, "Did you know Crewman Lauren Coll well?"
The talk of cigs now definitely has Cilusia grinning. Tedious work is boring but easy, and worth it for a half-pack of smokes! "Well, uh…not, not really well. I mean, saw her in passing, but never had a real sit-down chat with her ever. Idle chit-chat in the berths and all, but no, didn't get to know her real well. Why do you ask, Major? I mean, wish I could say that she was a Cylon or wasn't a Cylon, but I'm no help there."
"I was just…wondering. I am just…wondering about many matters, and how they might concern Crewman Coll," Cidra replies. Perhaps that's why she's pawing through the records of various long-done and investigated aircraft incidents again. "I did not know Coll well, either. She used to be an ECO, when she first joined up, she did tell me. Wanted to get back into flight, though wounds she suffered on assingment here prevented that. First time I met her was in the brig. After the bombing of Raptor Three-Oh-Five." Tone hushing a little at the memory. "The JAG found no worse than negligence of her for that, of course. It was resolved. All of those incidents were resolved. I am just…curious how it all looks now. Knowing what we know. What we do not know…" She shakes her head, well aware she's not making particular sense.
"Well, hopefully, this all will help, at least a little bit." Kaboom, right back down to Earth. The beauty of uncomplicated thoughts for those which a pretty clear job and no command responsibilities. "If it's alright by you, I'd like to finish giving these suits a look-over so that you'll have more pilots up in the air, but then I'll get to looking up these records. Could have them in your box by the end of the day." Cilusia pauses there, though. "Photocopies, right? Facsimilies? Not hand-copies, right?"
Cidra nods to that last, with the barest hint of a smile. "Photocopies shall do just fine, Petty Officer. I do thank you. Attend to it whenever you have the time. As I said I am just…curious. Good hunting." She'll leave Cilusia to the flight suits, on that note.