PHD #408: They've Got My Elf
PHD #408: They've Got My Elf
Summary: Khloe barges in on SecHub trying to find Constin. Gets the run-down from Kincaid.
Date: 10 Apr 2042 AE
Related Logs: Rise and Shine, amongst others
Khloe Kincaid 
Security Hub - Deck 6 - Battlestar Cerberus
More than just an office for the Marines and their XO, this room has remote surveillance views of the Brigs as well as a state of the art communications center built into the far bulkhead. A locked and heavily armored door to the aft leads into another room, the white lettering on it reading 'ARMORY.' There are a few desks scattered around the room for getting necessary paperwork done and the Commandant's picture hangs on the wall next to one of the President.
Post-Holocaust Day: #408

"Private." Kincaid has a long-suffering look on his face. He's cornered a a certain Private Amira Lopez near the Marine coffee pot in the Security Hub and is asking her — something, apparently. "If you were in trouble, we'd be having this chat in the Interrogation Room. I just want to know. After the panel retired to the jury room, what happened?"

The hatch to SecHub gets thrown open with a 'bang' - in storms a very angry looking AiryFairy dressed in fatigue greens. "Sir, you can't just barge in, sir - you have to sign!" Comes the Private-on-entry-duty's voice, and he's a step and a half behind Khloe waving a clipboard. Scanning the room, Khloe espies innocent Danny going through his investigative work with another crewman, and she makes a bee-line right for him. "Lance Corporal, a word," calls Khloe Vakos.

"I told you." Lopez is doing her best to sound patient. "They — they went in. They — did whatever they do. They came out for a break. They were in there for a while. Uh. Went through a ton of coffee, but, really, Lance, nothing unusual happened."

Kincaid sighs, but waves his hand dismissively. "Thank you, Private. You can go." And Lopez scampers, both to get away from the E-3 and away from the stalking Captain. Kincaid then turns his attention to Khloe. "Captain Vakos. What a pleasure, as always. What can I do for you?" He tries for ironic-cheery.

"Maybe you can tell me what the frak is going on with Gunnery Sergeant Constin," Khloe barks sharply to Kincaid as she finishes crossing the distance. The helpless-looking Private in his duty blacks looks his own shade of annoyed, still holding said clipboard, but at a respectful distance behind her. Rumors travel, of course, and even the greenest Marines know about how Khloe Vakos should've been born a Marine. "I check three decks for him, and finally get told that he was involved in some sort of arrest situation?"

"You could have come right here, Captain. I would have told you that without you having to search three decks." Kincaid makes his way up to the desk private and snags the clipboard out of his hands. He writes Khloe's name on it, forges her signature, and then hands it back. "He got illegally seized by the Areion Marines on suspicion of being a Cylon skinjob. He was taken to the Gun for 'testing.'"

Khloe blinks. "What?" She's not even phased that Danny just signed her in; it's not like her signature is particularly flowery or otherwise difficult to reproduce. "Of all the stupidest waste of time and personnel, Elf's not a frakking Cylon! What the frak is CIC doing about this? Does Gravel know?"

"Vandenberg promised that she'd be in contact with Command." Danny's tone suggests that he's doubtful as to whether she has. "She has the Marines on the stairwells ready to shoot to kill any Areion marine that sets foot on the boat. That doesn't get anyone back, but Captain, I'm not really in the mainstream on this particular issue. I might not be the one to ask about it."

"Right. What are the standing orders regarding Areion personnel? Other than you shooting people," Khloe asks, brow creased in a serious frown. "Communications? Flights? And did they nab anyone else?"

"The CAG has shut down all non-essential transport to Elpis. I don't know about communications and they have our TACCO and Sawyer Averies, the reporter." That last bit seems to be the one thing that really seems to bother Kincaid. "Not to mention personnel from Praetorian and Corsair. What the two of them think is uncertain. Praetorian is on board because the warrants are signed by Laughlin as well as Kepner. No idea how Corsair feels."

"The Old Man better just be playing politics and keeping the fleet together through not outright blasting Kepner out of the frakking sky," Khloe states. "I'll get to the bottom of this myself if I have to. Thanks, Kincaid. Sorry for the barge-in, but they've got my Elf." Whatever that means. She gives the man a nod, turns on her heel, and heads towards the hatch.

"No problem! I'm getting that a lot lately. I'll just be here trying to find out what actually happened at Abbot's trial! You know. By myself!" But that's just his parting shot at her back; Danny otherwise stalks back to his desk.

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