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CAG Office - Debrief of Arrival and Planning (TAG Dawkins and Carnegie)

Posted May 15, 2019, 12:20 p.m. by Commander Charles Tenkiller (Executive Officer (Outgoing)) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in CAG Office - Debrief of Arrival and Planning (TAG Dawkins and Carnegie)

Posted by Mar. Captain Malcolm “Astro” Dawkins (Fighter Squadron CO/Pilot) in CAG Office - Debrief of Arrival and Planning (TAG Dawkins and Carnegie)

Posted by Major Krin Lardel (CAG) in CAG Office - Debrief of Arrival and Planning (TAG Dawkins and Carnegie)
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The Major walked into the dark office on board the Chimera. “Computer, lights at ninety percent.” and the office went bright. Lardel took a look around and simply nodded once. Walking to the desk, he tapped the display and said “Computer. Log in Major Krin Lardel. Authorization Bravo-Echo-Niner-Niner-Seven-Three-Omega.” There was a brief pause and the then an audible ‘beep’ and the computer said “Acknowledged. Commander Air Group on station at zero-five-thirty-seven minutes ship time.” Lardel dropped the onlive green flight bag he was carrying and stood at the desk. Tapping the comms, he said =/\= Commander Air Group to all Flight Team Leaders. Report to my office immediately. =/\= and he pulled up the latest manifests and personnel reports.

Maj. Lardel, CAG

Eleanor hadn’t even had the time walk to her quarters when the comm came. Heck, she hadn’t even had time to figure out where they were. After meeting with the pilots in her squadron about the botched landings and discussed what had gone right and what they could improve, Carnegie had stayed behind in the hangar bay performing a few simple systems checks on her craft before heading out. In fact, she had just grabbed her duffel bag when the CAG had called her in. Hurriedly untying her flight suit’s sleeves off of her waist and zipping it back up, Eleanor rushed out of the hangar bay.

It took her longer than she had expected, but Carnegie finally found her way to the Commander Air Group’s office. Still carrying her duffel bag over her shoulder, Carnegie walked up to the door and pressed the chime, waiting to be summoned inside.

CPT Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

The doors swished open silently and the Major could be seen standing at the desk looking at the display. As the doors opened, the short fireplug form looked up, the wrinkles and folds of the skin on his face shifting slightly at the sudden movement. “Captain.” the Major said simply in his typical greeting, and he gestured to a chair in front of the desk. “Bit of a bumpy landing for your newbies. I will assume that has been addressed?” he asked, although it was more of a statement.

Lardel, CAG

“Sir.” Carnegie said in way of greeting as she walked in. Dropping her duffel bag under the chair, she sighed almost inaudibly as she sat down. Of course he knew… Groaning inwardly, she gave Lardel a polite smile. “Yes Sir. I’ve spoken with the pilots in question. My apologies. I can assure you, it will not happen again.”

CPT Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

“New ship, new craft, new personnel. Something was bound to go awry, Captain. I’m glad none of your team was injured.” and he looked at the chronometer on the desk display. “Have you seen Captain Dawkins? Not like him to be late.” the Major said, a look in his eye like something was amiss. “I would like to get us settled and in operational status by nineteen hundred hours ship’s time tomorrow.”

Lardel, CAG

Carnegie shot him another polite smile. She still didn’t want to think about what would have happened if that Ammo Loader hadn’t been empty, and she still thought that the Academy trained them better than to run into the bulkhead the moment they docked on a new ship. But she didn’t say anything.

“Dawkins?” She had just returned from leave, and the moment she had done so she had had to memorize so many names that she wasn’t sure who Dawkins was. “I don’t believe I hav–“

It was less than 30 seconds before Dawkins would be late for his meeting with the CAG and he was cursing and muttering to himself as he came around a turn and finally saw the office door a few steps away. “Giant frackin’ ship, stupid no-good LCARS map, why the hell do these have to be so damn…” The door hissed open and the tall, dark form of Captain Malcolm Dawkins stepped through. The bi-racial pilot took a step through the door and as it hissed shut behind him, the Marine snapped to attention. “You needed to see me, Sir?” He paused and then added. “I do believe I’m on time, am I not Hannibal?”

His flight suit was tan, indicative of an aviator who had seen more than a few dust ups in his career. Green suits were generally for Fleeters, younger pilots and those in general Transport Ops. He held a PaDD in his left hand and had a duffel over his right shoulder. His cover could be seen just sticking out the top of his right calf pocket. For someone that had just spent nearly 12 hours in a fighter, the Captain looked relaxed… if not a little flustered. His eyes were on Hannibal and then he saw the auburn haired pilot already seated and sighed softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Can I grab a seat and you can continue, Major?”

Dawkins, Flight Leader

Eleanor eyed the new arrival with curiosity. Yes, she remembered his face, but she hadn’t been able to match the name. She kept quiet, waiting for the CAG to speak.

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

(OOC: Just pasting the above post back here. :) – Joana)

“No interruption, Captain. Take a seat.” the Major said and indicated the seat next to Carnegie. Taking a seat himself, he said simply to both Aviators “Status report.” This was not uncommon with Major Lardel, starting meetings he requested with an overarching question to those present. And it was indeed impressive, his ability to incorporate new information into plans that were still being designed.

Lardel, CAG

Carnegie’s eyes were still on Dawkins as she spoke. “The Sentinels are docked and locked, Sir.” Eleanor’s eyes finally moved to Lardel. “Aside from the, uh… bumps… everything is taken care of. I’ve briefed the Crew Chiefs and worked with them to handle the damage to the bulkhead. Post-flight checks are also done. I’m expecting the crew to report to Battalion Medical for their physicals and I will be doing the same tomorrow morning.”

When she finished, Carnegie’s gaze went back to Dawkins.

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

The Wing’s senior Squadron Commander rounded the other available seat, resting his duffel against his legs, the caramel-skinned Marine waited for the young woman to finish and then cleared his throat softly. “Aye… all three of my Flights are bedded down for the night. 204 had an issue with its left wing support strut on landing but aside from Jinx’s pride being hurt… you know how she gets… both bird and AC are fine. Deck Chief had a crew over replacing it before I could even get across the Deck. Black Knights touched down right after me. Siren was a bit queasy after the trip, I think it was her first really long transit in bird, and asked if I could bring you her report.” Dawkins leaned forward and handed Hannibal the PaDD he was holding. Nikki said aside from her getting sick, it was a pretty normal trip… no issues and she’d have her folks into Battalion Med by CoB tomorrow. As for Tracer, I honestly haven’t the foggiest damn clue where he is Sir.” Malcolm chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “The last time I saw the good Lieutenant in charge of the Warhawks, Mike was heading for his quarters to change. If he had any luck like mine, he probably got lost trying to find your office.” Dawkins smiled as he nodded to Carnegie. “Don’t be too hard on him Sir… you at least got the Sentinels and the Vikings… so, two outta four ain’t bad.”

CPT Dawkins, Vikings CO

OOC: Just adding a bit of color. I figure three Squadrons of 15 craft each for the Fighters. As we get new aviators, feel free to rotate out my little collection of NPCs. LOL

OOC: I’m digging the color. Well done!

IC: Lardel simply nodded once in acknowledgement as he did when things were at least satisfactory… if not perfect. Looking at the two Leads, he said “Understood. Ensure all flights are inspected for metal fatigue and any system anomalies after the warp travel.” and he looked at the display on the desk. “I’m going to keep this short and sweet, Captains. Over the next forty-eight hours I want all Marine Aviators cleared through Medical. That will include psych evals as well. Before you say anything, yes I know we just did them prior to deployment. But we are not on a Marine post anymore. We are on a Star Fleet vessel. On board, we follow their rules and listen to them. This is their home… we just rent the space. Understood?”

The two Squadron Commanders nodded and in sync replied “Aye Sir.” (OOC: With permission from Joana)

The Major continued. “Once we have cleared our arrival and settled in, we will commence continuous flight ops until the Chimera is ready to deploy. I am anticipating within twenty four hours to begin.” and he looked at Astro. “Captain Dawkins. Your Wing will have overflight of the station and escort duty of anyone the station or the Chimera requests, copy? I will take lead and oversee station defense operations. Captain Carnegie, I want Recon to extend sensor and scanning perimeter to…” and he tapped a command and pulled up a 3 dimensional model of the station, ship, and surrounding space, “… five thousand clicks outside the flight operations arrivals area. Anyone coming in gets scanned and logged, clear? And double check them against the station’s manifests and rosters. You will have to be quick. Any contraband you are to report it to station traffic control immediately. End of shift, send me a full report.” and he looked at the two Marine Aviators. “All birds fully armed. We aren’t practicing anymore. This is where we shine. Questions?”

Lardel, CAG

Dawkins looked more than a bit puzzled and pursed his lips for a moment before he began speaking in a very neutral tone. “Major… nothing against your plan Sir.... but…” He paused just a moment to ensure the next words that came out of his mouth didn’t 1) get him spaced or 2) look like a moron in front of the new girl from Recon.

”… since when did Fleet ever push Customs duties over to Marine Aviation? I mean… Templars ain’t Patrol Craft, Hannibal… they’re weapons of war.” His tone was flat and seeking, careful not to sound like an ass but one looking for honest clarification. “We start runnin’ Customs Ops with nothing but Tempies, the Commercial Shipping Skippers will be up in arms by the end of the first day. Fighters have no boarding capabilities and no way to verify without random inspections, which is what Customs duty revolves around.”

Carnegie was impressed with the guy. Having personally worked with fighter crews for a long time, she had assumed Dawkins was nothing more than another pretty face that knew how to fly a ship. However, she found herself hearing from his lips the same questions that she had.

“I must add my voice to Captain Dawkins’s concern, Sir.” Eleanor finally spoke. “Fleet has the station covered… why would they lean on us to run customs? Especially when we won’t be here for long. With all due respect, Sir… I have five birds… it seems a waste to overwork my crews sitting around all day looking for contraband…” If her words were harsh, Carnegie didn’t mean them that way. But like Dawkins, she was genuinely confused. And she knew damn well she’d have a riot at her door the moment she told her four pilots they were to go on twelve hour stakeouts logging people in and out of the station.

Malcolm seemed more confident as he spoke, doing his best to come up with a proposal to fix the problem he had just presented… which is what he knew the CAG would expect. “Look… I can have five birds up on Active Customs Patrols, five on Alert One and five in Hangar on Four Hour Flight Rotations with Squadrons rotating every eight. That’ll keep the Tempies fresh and the area around the Station and ship well protected on the daily. But Sir…” It looked as though Malcolm was actively making notes inside his head as he spoke. “… request permission to organize two of the Transport Squadrons under me for the purpose of carrying Boarding Parties of six Marines each to conduct Customs Inspections. That gives us two Inspection Parties supporting my birds, with one in reserve at all times. If we place them on full 12’s with Micro-Shifts of four on rotation, we’d keep them fresh too?” Malcolm pause and then smiled confidently. “Sound good?”

Dawkins

Eleanor waited for Lardel to reply before adding her own thoughts. “As I said before, Sir. I have five birds with me. I can have us doing twelve hour shifts… two Rangers circling the station, one in reserve, and two off duty. We’re used to long hours, that’s not a problem. I’m just wondering what should I tell my squadron when they ask me why is Fleet relying on us for this.”

Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

Lardel looked at both Wing Leads and a rare but not unheard of smile crossed briefly over his face. Looking at Astro, he said “I never said you were Customs, Captain. I said you were patrol and escort as needed or requested by the station of the Chimera.” Looking at Carnegie, he said “And I didn’t say enforce customs. I said scan and compare to manifests and report contraband to the station and to me. All Intel is useful , Captain.” and then he looked back at both of them, the small smile finding it’s way onto his face a second time. “As for the reason for your tasks? While I am not quite certain I should be explaining myself, I will for this situation. We are Marine Aviators. We pilot some of the newest and most advanced craft in Star Fleet. We are assigned to a large vessel that houses not just our birds, but a vast plethora of ground-pounders and all their support staff… and their officers.” he said, stressing the last past very clearly.

“So if you both would rather spend the time we have on-station now sitting in meetings… discussing logistics… assigning field day duties… equipment inspections… duty roster creation… filing reports… oh, and let’s not forget standing watch on the flight deck and bridge… rather than actually flying… then I will be more than happy to rescind my previous orders and allow you both the joy and pleasure of attending the mandatory officer’s meeting to discuss delivery of supplies and armaments and the proper storage of such.” and he cocked his head to the side and grinned wickedly while picking up a PaDD and hovering a finger over it. All of those things were to a pilot what a Betazoid philosophy lecture would be to a Klingon. It was now… hopefully… obvious to the two Aviators that the Major was keeping them out of sight and ‘on duty’ in some form or fashion just to keep them, and their wings, from busy work aboard the ship and being tasked by the Infantry cadre into things best lest to the Infantry. “So just say the word, Captains, and I will make sure that you… and your fellow flight leads by your request, of course… are put into the meeting rotation. That should only cut your flight time by about seventy-five percent, I think.”

Major Lardel, CAG


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