| PHD #263: Moments of Weakness |
| Summary: | Khloe and Malone have a brief chat about the Aerilon skirmish. |
| Date: | 16 Nov 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Not Out of the Woods - Air Wing |
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| Pilot Berths - Naval Deck - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| The battlestar's pilots call this place home. Bunks line the walls with grey curtains to cover their sleeping areas. Lockers sit between each pair of bunks and a round metal table sits in the center, furnished with simple but comfortable steel chairs. A hatch at the rear of the room leads to a communal head. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #263 |
Having gotten back from sickbay not long ago after his little missed landing a few days ago, Malone has just gotten back to the berthings and is standing near the table now, glancing around for a few moments. Keeping silent, just looking around at the various bunks.
And in comes Captain Vakos from outside, the hatch door to the berths whistling with the usual vibration of a hundred other hatch doors throughout the Battlestar. Looks like she just came off CAP, still dressed in her flight suit, helmet in one hand and a clipboard with an assortment of paperwork hastily attached in the other. As the hatch door closes she glances up, and notices Malone standing there. "Splash. Welcome back. How's your head?" She asks, and then trundles by to her locker. Helmet gets dropped at her feet, which she partly catches with her booted foot to prevent it from making too loud a noise, and then she spins the combination lock on her locker door.
"Still attached to my head, sir," comes the quiet reply from Malone as he looks over at the Captain, offering a bit of a nod and a half-smile. "Supposed to be on light duty for a little while, but all in all it seems to be okay." A brief chuckle, before he shakes his head a little, "Guess I've proven that there's something up there, at least…"
Khloe tugs her locker open after the second try on the combination. She then starts to tug off her flight suit, starting with the neck collar and then shrugging out of the jacket. "Good. I don't want people thinking I purposefully put you in the path of Cylon fire in order to get out of the Triad debt I owe you," she says in her usual quick, clipped speech. That's likely her form of humor. "But you really ought to work on those emergency landings." The sweaty jacket is removed, folded for some reason, and then tucked into a laundry bag.
Malone is unable to hold back a bit of a chuckle at that. "I'm sure nobody will think that, sir," he offers to the part about the Triad debt, before he nods at the second part. "I've still got a few things to work on when it comes to those landings, yes. Especially when the Viper is starting to fall into pieces." Another brief pause, as he moves over to sit down in one of the chairs, before he adds, "I hope the deck crew won't try to murder me for messing up their workspace."
"They'll have plenty of things to complain about, Splash. Like the four rents I put in the port hangar deck coming to a skidding halt," Khloe explains, unfastening her flight boots and kicking them off. "Or my Viper's control system. That was a frakking mess. We all took some good shots out there." That causes her to scowl, no doubt recalling the only loss of the day. She then turns partly away from Malone so she can strip out of her flight pants, leaving her in her tanks and skivvies.
"Some more than others," Malone offers a bit quietly, before he shakes his head a bit, nodding a little. "There were times out there I thought the rest of us where going to end up like that as well…" Reaching for a bottle of water on the table, he takes a sip, quietly.
Khloe produces sweats and tugs them on so at least her bottom half is modest enough for present company. A towel is produced, and then her black netted shower kit; the prior, draped over her shoulder, the latter, tossed onto an empty chair. "I'll be going over the footage with Drips once it's all been tabulated and made available," she states. Poppy normally doesn't share her 'operational procedure' with anyone. She just does it. Nodding to Malone, she then says, a little low, "I'll let you know what I find. We fought well enough, but I detect some sloppiness caused by complacency."
Malone nods a little bit as he listens, before he grimaces very briefly. "I'm sure there's a lot I.. we could have done differently out there," he offers a bit quietly. Another brief pause, and he offers a half-smile, "But in the end we… most of us got back, and that's got to count for something, right?"
Khloe dips her chin a little. "We did our job." She looks around a little, gray eyes drawn to the bunks lining the room. Then, pursing her lips, she says, "I'm going to go catch a shower. I've another cap in four hours and I want to get some rack time before then." Overcompensating SL is overcompensating, maybe. She nods again. "Get better quick, Splash, so I can toss you into a sim and yell at you." There's a narrowing of the eyes, not because she's trying to look menacing, but because she's trying not to smile at him. Perhaps she's only mostly a hardass. Taking up her bag, she pads off to the head.
"Will do, boss," Malone offers, before he grins very briefly. "Mind if the hearing is a bit bad so the yelling doesn't sound too loud?" It's said quite lightly, but with an absolutely straight face.