| Cryptic Script |
| Summary: | Haeleah goes over the data gathered from the Parnassus computers with Gabrieli. |
| Date: | 2041.04.01 (PHD: 34) |
| Related Logs: | Inescapable |
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| Engineering - Deck 11 - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| Post Holocaust Day #34 |
| Pipes, conduits, and cramped passageways. Heat and the smells of sweat and machine oil. Engineering is a maze of hallways that run deep into the aft of the Cerberus. Dotted with a few storage rooms, offices, and workshops, this section of the ship is constantly staffed by a huge team of professionals. From the main fuel tank feeds to the massive FTL drive room, no other part of the ship is more important than this section that provides propulsion and life support to every section of the battlestar. |
Haeleah spent the previous night pouring over the computers in the locked office, trying to revive some more info out of them. The computers, she managed to get back up. More info, not so much. She's still in there, though she's long given up trying to pry much more from them.
The ChEng's hours have been gradually increasing over the last two weeks. Soon they'll be back to regular overclocking as he always used to do. Gabrieli's been in his office poring over things at the end of the shift that just ended, though now Haeleah can hear the soft beeps as someone keys in the entry code to the secure office, and the click of the heavy door. "Lieutenant. How's it coming in here?" He still moves stiffly, much as he does try not to. The scars on his face, mostly on the right side, are healing into ugly, flat whorls that still stretch his skin into something slightly unnatural. The top of his head, he keeps under the cover of a cap to protect the scarring on his scalp that's still trying to grow back hair.
Haeleah looks up and over as the click, standing. Gabrieli is offered a quick salute. She doesn't dwell on it long, though. "Captain." She looks pleased to see him knocking about, though his question makes her frown. "Not well, I'm afraid. That junk data we took off Parnassus crashed the systems on these last night. The techs and I got the computers back up again, but I don't think we can recover more than we did. Came out damn cryptic, sir."
Gabrieli gives the salute back, two-fingered and casual. "As you were." His attention's on other things than protocol. "Cryptic?" His hand settles on the back of one of the other chairs and he rolls it out, settling onto it. "How so?" From his tone, this doesn't exactly -surprise- him, per se.
"I'll work up a full report ASAP, now that I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get anything else of it," Haeleah says, picking up a sheet of octagonal paper and coming out from behind the desk. "It spit out what looked like order reports. Damn weird order reports." The text transcribed there is the same gibberish they pulled out of the Parnassus data the night before. "Ensign Kulko said some of the names looked Sagittaron to him. Ter Avest mentioned some of them looked like contractors. I'm not sure what the frak to make of it, myself."
The Data:
FORM H1488-C
CONTRACTOR RECEIPT/TRANSACTION LOG
FLEET RE …… VELOP …… ISSION
TO: ADM MADELINE HAUCK, CO, BATTLESTAR INVICTUS
CC: ADM ………… GUILOFF, CO, BATTLESTAR ……
..:…………………………….
FROM: CPO MARTIN ….ARKU…. SSUS ANCHOR……
DATE: ……23…………39
SERVICE PROVIDER CASE NAME REF NO.
DNATRIX …… HARPYIAE 9038
SYSCOM PNOIAI ……
REGENERON INC …….E 9……
TZO …… OUP EOSPHOROS 3381
………… ANANKE ……
SYSCOM ..OIA… 8983
…..IX CONSORTIUM …ARP… ..03..
IMPINJ INC ANANKE ……
………… …O…US 33….
………… ..AN… 4022
REGENERON INC …COTH… 6512
.. EGEN ……. ….RP..E 9..8..A
"Order reports." Gabrieli repeats this as though just checking that he heard her right. "Not strange coming off a station, in and of itself…" As she comes around with papers he holds out his left hand for them, brows drawing together. Brow and a half. Green eyes start skimming the page, stopping up near the top at those names.
"One of those names looked familiar to me, too," Haeleah says. Leaning over Gabrieli's shoulder while he reads. "I mean, not to me. But I think I might've heard you mentioned it before, sir. There." She points to the line reading 'Guiloff.'
Gabrieli's lips thin. He says nothing for a few moments, then draws a gradual inhale and nods, looking up from the sheets. "Claudio Guiloff. He was our commanding officer on the Chimaera." Where Ren died, that's how most engineers would know that name in a heartbeat.
"The Chimaera? The ship where Specialist Ren…" Haeleah trails off. Not finishing the sentence. It's obvious where it's going. She clears her throat. "Umm. Back when it was in service, I assume. I'd forgotten you were on the Chimaera, sir." Some sympathy creeps into her tone.
"Mm." Gabrieli makes the affirmative sound in his throat, as to Ren. Poor little Ren. His eyes are back down on the page, pensive lines appearing between his brows. "Impinj." His finger taps on the sheet and he frowns. "That's a high-tech manufacturing company. I didn't know they were still contracting to the military. /Were/." This past tense emphasis seems necessary now. "TZO might be Tzonis, but that's not surprising. I'd not heard of any of these case names when I was there."
"Tzonis is the name Ter Avest mentioned," Haeleah says. A little nod to the past-tense, but she carefully avoids going down that road of conversation. "As near as I can guess, maybe it's a shipping log for deliveries on some contractor project. Though, like I said, not a clue what. We thought Command might be able to make more sense of it."