IC [Tachyon Squadron/BSG] Salamis

Iustum

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Location: Draugr System, near the primary asteroid belt
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Being a fighter pilot has been described as consisting of months of boredom punctuated by seconds of screaming terror. While there's been relatively little true boredom to be had in the months since the Cylons rose up in earnest, flying CAP* in the uninhabited systems that the Artemisia has been tasked with investigating has yet to provide much excitement. The Cylons are staging their attacks on the Colonies and their various settlements from somewhere, though, so some unlucky folks are going to have to sweep and clear the surrounding systems. Artemisia has been on this duty for a month now, with nothing to show for it but a few issues of the ship Newsletter and some wear-and-tear.

That said, regulations and common sense require that somebody be flying CAP, and this is Lachesis flight's shift.

*Combat Air Patrol

OOC: Everyone please give me a Technology roll to Overcome (this is your Detection Check) and a Tactics roll to Overcome (this will determine your initial position on the Maneuver Chart) in your first post. We're going to get right into the action.
 
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OOC = http://orokos.com/roll/705135 Tech =2
http://orokos.com/roll/705136 Tactics = 4


Bank is feeling almost normal today, after days of anxiety expecting to be blown away. In fact, it's a little boring. To pass the time, he fiddles with the advanced sensor settings that only the real tech-heads know. (Tech 4) He's looking forward getting back to the boat ("not home") for dinner, a drink or two, then some rack time. So far, so good.
 
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squidheadjax

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Gorgon is, as usual, listening to music in the cockpit while watching her DRADIS for any signs of Cylons... and nothing so far. She was really itching to actually disassemble a Toaster. Sometime... She keeps watching for the faintest flicker.

OOC: technology, tactics: 4dF+4 5 4dF+1 -1 Oof.
 

Llayne

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Duncan "Geezer" Ward hoped this would be a boring patrol. Deep down, in the pit of his stomach he viscerally needed this to be a boring patrol.

Part of the veteran pilot had been glad when the Cylons rebelled. Killing other humans was difficult... even when strapped into the isolation of a Viper cockpit and surrounded by the vaccuum of space. No matter how much he was distanced from the death he caused, he still felt it.

Killing robots seemed so much easier in comparison. Like wrecking a car or blowing the motor on a power tool... no big deal. They're just machines.

Unfortunately, Ward had seen more of his friends die since the Cylon Rebellion started than in the previous several years combined.

The cracks had been starting to show, even before that.

It might have been instinct or the fact that he desperately wanted nothing to happen on this patrol, but deep down he knew that something was going to happen. He just didn't know what.

 
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Xander

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Bank feels kind of lonely, too. He wants to at least talk to Geezer, his winger, but expects that the answer would be "Zip it, nugget."

The vets like Geezer and Gorgon seem so much part of this War thing. What would he even say to them? "Do you have a family?" "What do you do for fun?" "Will we ever go home?"

He hasn't talked much lately, just keeping his head down and learning the ropes on his first cruise. He doesn't know anyone, just some names.

Bank maintains radio silence, surrounded by vast space, feeling very small.
 
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TRICK

Trick studied the black emptiness around him. It paid to keep a keen eye out. You never knew what detail would matter when, and it was literally second nature for him to do so. Since he'd been a kid on Libris, noticing what other folk ignored had always given him an edge. Didn't seem a good time to give up the habit now when things were likely to be shooting at him at any given moment.

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Tech/Tactics roll: 4dF+1 -1 4dF+3 1 -1 Tech; +1 Tactical. Not familiar enough with things to spend FP just yet so I'll let that ride.
 

Stormraven

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Rush looked around as she always did, eyes everywhere - not out of paranoia or duty, but simply because she couldn't sit still without moving something. She'd long since learned not to keep up a steady stream of chat - at least, over the coms. However, that didn't stop her from recording her thoughts, just in case.

OOC: Tech: Tech: 4dF+2 2
Tactics: Tactics: 4dF+1 4
 

pstjmack

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Righteous lets his eyes flick to the effigies of the gods he's pasted round his DRADIS display. Normally, the discipline of meditation and contemplation helps him focus, clears the niggling thoughts out of his mind so he can respond automatically to the instrumentation and visual cues. But it's hard to maintain that discipline during the tedious hours of CAP.

Technology's never been his strong suit, and he hopes his winger has her smarts up to scratch for this patrol.

OOC: Tech: 4dF +1 = -1
Tactics: 4dF + 2 = +1
 

pstjmack

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"Frak." Righteous flicks his display with a finger of his suit gauntlet. "Gorgon? Righteous. You getting anything?"
 

Iustum

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Location: Draugr System, near the primary asteroid belt
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Maneuver Chart

As Lachesis flight conducts their sweep, the DRADIS readouts in their cockpit flash green and red. CONTACTS! From the readouts, it looks like 4 Cylon Raiders, closing fast.

A look to the Flight's 10 o'clock reveals:

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Four Raiders, screaming out of the black from the direction of the system's super-dense asteroid field.
 
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