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| Summary: | Marko and Cidra do a little musing on what information can be gleaned from the captured Heavy Raider |
| Date: | 26/MAR 2041AE |
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[ Hangar Deck - Port ] [ Midship - Battlestar Cerberus ]
Post Holocaust Day: #28
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.
[ Condition Level: 2 - Danger Close ]
Cidra has just come off CAP and is completing the post-flight on her Raptor. All i's dotted and t's crossed. Or the checklist equivalent thereof. There continued presence around Parnassus has the CAG on her toes even more so than usual. Expression seemingly fixed in one of thoughtful pensiveness. Though, as always, the woman isn't particularly easy to read.
Marko doesn't have CAP for another four hours, so has come down to the Hangar to do some pick up work on a Raptor who's DRADIS got fried from all the rays in the Uram sector. The hatch is open wide and the young ECO can clearly be seen at the station, mumbling and nattering to himself as he starts pulling the panel on the base of the station.
Cidra her checklist off to a handy deckhand, leaving her Raptor in his tender care. That finished, she strides away from her craft and back into the hangar proper. She's not headed out, exactly. She's strolling about the bay in that way she sometimes does. Getting a lay of the land. On her way, she passes Marko. "Ensign Scaurus. Keeping occupied, I do see?"
"Oh, hey, Major." Marko replies, turning and giving the CAG a respectful nod. "Yeah, trying to see if I can get this heap's DRADIS back on line." he says. "The jury's still out on that one."
"All that time in Uram did them no favors," Cidra says with a slim frown at the Raptor. She lays a hand against the hull of it. Patting it with a certain fondness, almost as if it were a horse. "I shall have to speak to Chief Atreus about that. And certain other matters." A pause and she asks, "How are you faring, Ensign?"
"Yes, sir…way too many rays in that sector for us to hang out there too long." Marko nods, kneeling down to start disconnecting the neatly, but tightly packed mass of 'black boxes' that make up the DRADIS' guts. "Oh man…Heh, I think this one's a strike." he says, holding up a medium sized box with visible scorch marks on both its input and output feeds so Cidra can see it. "I'm hanging in there. How are the Marines doing, sir? The ones that we flew back?"
Cidra eyes the condition of the black box with no small amount of concern. "If that needs anything beyond minor spot work, Ensign, forward it to the Deck crew. Electric avionics is a tricky beast, and they are the experts at it." At mention of the Marines, she bows her head a touch. "I was told there were casualties among the boarding party. I do fear three of the Marines did not return. Lurtz, Stenson and…Trista, I do believe their names were."
"Yes, sir, I can replace boxes, but no where near qualified to work on what's inside of 'em." Marko replies soberly. "They got hit pretty hard down in the Anchorage's CIC." he adds, probably unnecessarily. "But you probably know more about what happened over there than I do." he adds, visibly forcing a smirk, or at least trying to do so. "Oh, did you see Trask's souvenir?" he asks. gesturing in the direction of the Heavy Raider.
"What I know still puzzles me greatly, Ensign, rest assured," Cidra says dryly. Head turning, eyes drifting toward the heavy raider. It is just regarded. Balefully. If looks could kill, the CAG would be incinerating the thing on the spot. But, as it is, she just has a staring contest with a hunk of enemy aircraft. "I had heard tell of it. They are even uglier up close."
"Looks like it was designed by a committee." Marko snerks. "After the members had a few bottles of ambrosia…apiece." he adds, shaking his head a little. "But, it could turn out to be really useful, sir. Provided it doesn't transform itself into some sort of gigantic mega Cylon and go on a rampage." he adds, sounding as if he's actually considered it as a distinct possibility, something he would've expected if it happened.
"You fear it shall…transform, Ensign?" Cidra's tone is dry as dust. Not that she sounds amused. Paranoia is a wise mindset when dealing with Cylon things, and similar ideas have probably crossed her mind. "I cannot imagine flying something like that…monstrosity. But, yes. I do hope we shall mine some useful information from it. There is so much we still do not know about those we face now."
"Honestly, sir, no. But if it does, it won't strike me as much of a surprise. No telling what those frakkin' toasters are up to these days." he shrugs, starting to pull more boxes. "I heard somewhere, can't recall where, off hand, but heard that that thing is pressurized. Even has 02 in it. That one's got really got me thinking."
"It is an oddity, isn't it?" Cidra muses, gaze not leaving the Raider. "Machines have no need to breathe, after all, so what use would they have for oxygen in their ships?" Lips purse. "Are they such tools of humanity that they ape even that, I wonder?"
"I don't know, sir. It makes sense, in a way." Marko replies. "Whatever it is, my gut says it adds up to nothing good for us." he sighs. "There's not much good news for us where they're concerned." he adds.
"There is nothing good for us in those mechanical horrors, Scaurus," Cidra says softly, but with a note of underlying steel in her tone. Her hatred for the things is cool, but she doesn't shy from showing it. "But. We go on. So much as we can, we shall make them pay for what they've done."
"So say we all, sir." Marko replies determinedly. "So say we all."
"So say we all," Cidra repeats grimly. "Attend to your duties, Ensign." With that, she walks off. Headed off the hangar deck, though her eyes do not completely leave the raider until it's entirely behind her.
"You got it, Major." Marko replies, turning back to continue pulling boxes and checking connections. "Heh, don't mince words, Major." he replies to himself once Cidra's footfalls have receded. "Tell us what ya really think."