The Timber Wolves help to defend the Scorpian Shipyards, but lose one of their own.
Location: Scorpian Shipyards
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Scene Number: 749
The counterpoint to being able to kick back on shore leave is having a CAG who's bound and determined to make everyone pay for it by calling daily drills. One such drill is underway right now. Combat landings - over and over again on the landing deck of the Vanguard. Webb, hanging out in his Viper, watches each ship take their turn zooming down onto the landing deck of the fast-moving cutter, stopping just long enough to touch the mark before taking off again. It was useful the first few times, to familiarize everyone with the unfamiliar deck, but by the fifteenth or twentieth time it probably feels more like torture. Especially when Webb nitpicks everyone's landing. Finn is next up.
Van curves around in the holding pattern, still smarting from the CAG's nitpicking of his own landing three ships ago. His lips are tight inside his lighted helmet as he guides his Viper easily around behind the ship of a squadronmate with one hand and half of his attention, the rest of his attention on tweaking his Viper's trim. He may have made a combat landing fifteen or twenty times already, but he's damned sure going to make the sixteenth or twenty-first one perfect.
Calliope isn't quite as punished by combat landings as the Viper pilots are. Even on the Galactica, the Raptors didn't have tubes to shoot out of (they do not make tubes for a thing the size of a bus). Still, the new ship and new deck and sheer repetition of it are putting her through her paces. She just hovers in space now, enjoying the break she has while others ahead of her in the queue take off and land. Head craned around so she can roll her eyes at her ECO. She's flying with Mince today. A semi-regular partner of hers, though he's a clipped and quiet fellow who doesn't banter much. "So, do you think Kallas is horribly frakked up? Like, do you think I could write him and tell him about this guy and get him to come back?" She says this off-comm, of course. Because she doesn't want her CAG to airlock her.
Ensign Isolde Asa is slumped slightly in her chair, cheek to her fist and eyes on the various readouts of her ECO console. She is focused, but also unfocused, letting her mind slip until something catches her offguard. Her job at this point is making sure that there's no issues with the sensors as Irene navigates the landing. She glances toward the pilot, cheek rubbing against her knuckles slightly. She is about to say something when Kazimir offers his advice, and she snorts. "<<Uh, forgive my objections, Toesies... you obviously have never had my mother's chocolate pie.>>" She then looks back to Irene, and dimples slightly. "Wonder if Spider will drill us until one of us crashes..."
"All this touch-and-go reminds me of grade school sockhops," Salvae comments as he pulls out of a mock landing and guns it to get out of the way of the next viper flying in formation, veering off with a flash of light to join the pattern. His tail's a bit loose, like he was driving a pickup down a dirt road back home on the farm, and one time, even gets to engage thrusters to get his ass out of the way of another viper before liftoff again.
Eva, moving steadily in with the rest of the pilots milling around, keeps her ship steady, as she waits for her number to be called. She has eyes for the newer, younger pilots. You can take the flight instructor out of the academy but...you know how that goes. "So what you're saying, Asa, is don't eat your mother's pie, unless you're in the bathroom already?"
... And this is exactly how things started the last time! Cap wouldn't mind the drills too much, the pure-love-of-flight sort of creature she is. Except the last time she was out doing landing exercises and maneuvers, the purely training excursion turned into a firefight. So she's a little nervous this time, and her eyes, when they're not on the landing marks on the hangar deck, are constantly scanning the nearby cosmic background, as if every twinkling star was ready to kill her. Still, the com provides some... levity? << Ew... >> she reacts, fairly bluntly to the Captain. << Gross, Twinkle. Just gross. I don't want to think about any of those things together. >> She's in the midst of circling around from one landing to the next, so she has a little time to chatter, before focusing in on another high-speed swoop down onto the deck. Storming the space barn!
"I'll do you a favor, Asa, and not tell your mother that you claimed her chocolate pie gives you all three things Twinkle Toes mentioned." Eva beat Van to the joke, but he still makes it, shaking his head. Satisfied with the trim settings -- for now -- he nudges his throttle up, coming up alongside the group of Vipers and Raptors ahead of him to get ready to touch down all at once.
Ohboy. Nothing like getting used to a take off and landing with the CAG watching. At her own stick is Pixie, Lieutenant JG Delilah Abner to those who haven't heard her call sign yet. Silent on coms for now, she listens to the banter, a laugh now and again but to herself. Just waiting for her turn she amuses herself with the simply joy of handling the Viper. Soon enough it'll be her turn again so she concentrates on her mental checklist, going over things one by one.
On his second pass through now, Finn's about midway through the queue, waiting for his next landing to come up. This is boring to a degree Finn can't even imagine. When you've been flying as long as he has, this is crazy nonsense. <<Hey now, I'm sure her mother is plenty pretty.>> Finn adds on to the conversation. <<Or she's real ugly, and the poor girl's gonna take a turn for the worse in a few years...>> Well that's helpful.
"<<Oi, remind me to steer clear of your flight suit, Fairchild,>>" Webb calls back to Kazimir in good-natured disgust. To Roara's remark he snorts. "<<At the rate you lot are going, we're going to be doing this all day. Helps to stop before you hit the end of the deck, Jigger," he chides one of the NPC pilots who nearly skidded back off out into space.
"<<My mother's pie is delicious. I just can't understand why good food isn't part of Twinkles list. And I'm now very disturbed that some of you find a good shit as good as a good orgasm. You either have really awful orgasm experiences, or really, really amazing bathroom experiences. Both of those things worry me.>> Isolde waits for Finn to start his landing procedures, watching the friendly blips on DRADIS.
Torture, or a repeated opportunity for a Raptor driver to pretend she's a Viper jock? Irene seems to be leaning towards the latter, pushing the bus almost like it's being fired out of a tube or being chased to the deck by Cylon missiles. Of course, the big bird needs more room than the nimble fighters and it doesn't go nearly as fast, so she finds a spot in the pattern where she won't jam up the works for everyone. As for crashes, she considers, and her shoulders bounce into her straps, "Doubtful, but hold tight. I don't want to peel you off the ceiling when this is over." Pause. "Hey, does it feel heavy to starboard? You feel that or am I imagining it?" Reassuring.
"Oh, I got a good one, last one to hit the deck on the next scramble gets to buy in the canteen!" Salvae suggests as his viper positions itself for the next combat landing, joining the mass of other spacecraft for the high speed hijinks.
Isolde grins toward Irene then, and offers a small shrug. "I hear the ceiling peel is part of a good run." Then she tilts her head, focusing on the way the Raptor moves, and she offers a shrug again. "I don't think so... I mean, this Raptor's been having some calibration issues, but I think we got it sorted in the recent repairs. My guess is it is just the slight changes to calibration."
Calliope opens up her comm line, because she has to share her giggling with someone other than Mince. "<<Asa, Bullseye. I think it's a guy thing. They get really excited about their time in the Head.>>" She orbits her Raptor back around for her own next pass at the deck, after Irene has touched and gone. If the take-off isn't as aggravating for her as it might be for the jocks, the landing is worse. The heavy bus rattles when it's set down fast, and doing this over and over again isn't fun.
Kazimir adds, for Calliope's benefit. <<Truth be told, Bullseye, the male pilot is the most sympathetic and confused creature in the cosmos. We're the only creature that talks about sex in the cockpit, but talks flying during sex.>>
"It's because both hands are on our joysticks!"
Van does his best to bite his tongue at the continued commentary on the attractiveness of various members of the Asa family. Kazimir's comment makes it all the harder, and he struggles to keep his focus on turning his fighter around through the pattern and lining it up for another run at the deck. He draws in a heavy breath, lets it out in a hiss, and then finally notes, "<<I don't think that she's complaining about the benefits or landings or orgasms, Twinkle Toes, just would rather replace a BM with chocolate pie.>>"
"<<Maybe we need to talk about something other than chocolate pie and the shitter. You lot are gonna ruin dessert in the mess for everyone if you keep this up.>>" comes Finn's voice over the comms in a mostly jovial tone. Mostly. Some people really like dessert.
"<<So, what you're saying, Milkman...>>" comes Kazimir's dulcet and warm Virgonese tones, "<<Is that we should all try some of Isolde's pie?>>" It's an innocent question, and possibly the birth of a callsign for the poor ECO that got white knighted by her boyfriend.
Eva, after her initial salvo, seems to have decided to leave the witty banter for the rest of the flight. She's focused on trying to land as well as she can, once her number comes up, and she swoops in, touching down and then away again. Not expecting a good mark from the new CAG, but then, that's never going to happen, so no holding her breathe.
Isolde allows snickering to come across the comms at Calliope's response. "<<Bullseye, I think you might be right.>>" Then she nods, verbalizing her agreement with a, "<<Yes. More chocolate pie, less feces.>>" Then she looks back at the console, and is all about getting serious, but ends up choking on her nonexistent gum at Kazimir's comment. She refrains from additional commentary, focusing instead on everything else as the combat landings continue.
Delilah isn't as familiar to the other pilots as of yet, but there are a few in there she recognizes their voices and call signs and finds herself laughing along with something. As her own turn comes in it's a little shaky, a shake, a rattle, but thankfully no rolling for her touch and go as she launches off into the darkness again. "<<Whew, this is intense.>>" The words spoken because the CAG pointed out the laundry list of flaws in her own landing and take off. "<<And I don't mean any orgasms or BMs, I'll leave those more private than Twinkle-Toes does.>>" There's a grin that can be heard in her voice.
Webb smirks. "<<Sounds like a bet, Socks,>>" he agrees, before calling up the next group for the landings.
Webb blinks at the sight. "<<Holy frak. Galactica, Spider. We've got two basestars here - launching Raiders. Aborting training mission to engage.>>" Protocol might dictate asking permission first, but Webb's not standing on ceremony here.
Roara cruises back into line. Her mouth cuts into a toothy grin as she listens to the chatter but opts out of taking too active a role. She'd rather get these drills over and done with. "<<You guys are getting Jigger all hot and bothered.>>" She comments on the pilot barely making his mark. "<<That or he's baking something-- Oh, frank!>>"
Cap is so not a cheeky banter sort, and it's probably good they're all nice and separately cozy in their cockpits so that no one can see her blush at some of the chatter. "<< I, for one, think the pie sounds wonderful, >>" she interjects, as if some plea for sanity or at least a diversion from the weird intersection of bathroom and bedroom talk. "<< I don't want to think about him doing either of those, Pixie. It's like walking in on your parents. Just weird.... ohfrakk. You all seeing this? >>"
"Oh, wow, wouldya look at those!" Salvae comments as his dradis screen lights up with bogies. He realigns his viper and forms up off of Spider's 7 o'clock, several meters out. He turns his head to look out into the sky and he sees a couple of basestars as they vomit out their raiders. "Looks like weather comin in, whole lotta weather.."
"<<I'm saying that her mother the baker has a Tauron Master Sergeant for a husband, and is a Tauron herself. You sure you want to ask Mrs. Asa for some of her pie or her daughter's, sir?>>" Van is just lining up for another run on the deck when the Cylons appear. "<<Break, break! Milkman waving off high!>>" And then he pulls up and out of the pattern, he looks out over the force just appearing, "Bloody-handed Artemis... this is going to get hairy."
"That's probably it." Irene agrees with her ECO, one ear on the comm chatter. "Still, listen for a rattle, would you? I had a bucket in the VRN that completely cracked up during landing drills like these. I thought I'd dropped straight through the deck when it bellyflopped." She wings the Raptor around expertly enough once they're up and coming around for another pass. There's a glance at Isolde then, and a question about to be asked when something alarming lights up her screen. "Frak. What do we have here?"
"I'll have to try this pie of yours later, Asa." Kazimir's comment is left in the air as the switch is flipped, and the pilot returns to business mode. "Forming up. Spider, declare wingmates, we're in for a busy night. Taking bets on Cherry or Milkman making triple ace tonight?"
Isolde blinks as her DRADIS console beeps, and her eyes move instantly to the new contacts. "<<Vanguard, confirmed both on DRADIS and visual. Two basestars.>>" The ECO is immediately drawing up information, and switching to countermeasures. "Iris, do your thing. If I get lined up for KEWs, I will." She nods then belatedly. "Let's hope that we don't have gremlins." She then looks back to DRADIS. "DRADIS is still isolating the pings, but I'm already counting numerous Raiders. I hope Vanguard's getting us some reinforcements."
When the DRADIS lights up with new inbound contacts, Farm Boy shuts up real quick. Finn immediately rolls out of the line he was in for the landing operation and flips his viper in a serious of quick attitude thruster bursts before engaging afterburners to start moving on an intercept course, "Frak, frak, frak. Spider, this is Farm Boy, breaking off to engage. Recommend breaking into flight elements. Cherry, gonna need you on my wing over here."
Calliope pales at the call of 'basestar.' But, for better or worse, her nerves have hardened to the point where she no longer starts just hyperventilating 'frak' to herself at the sight of them. Maybe that's what LTJG pins get you. She was just off her touch-down, so she has to orient her Raptor back into formation with the main flight. "Flight, Bullseye. Forming up. Warming missile racks."
"Babyface, on me. We'll dance with the devils tonight." Kazimir offers over the comms as he moves to link up with the younger pilot to protect her.
As soon as the flash comes, and the call from Webb, Eva spins around, her Viper moving to engage. Which, is probably to be expected, given that she tends to shoot first and ask for permission later, "Farm Boy, on me." See? This is how they roll, the pair forming up without really needing to even make the call. "Flight, protect the raptors. And stay out of the Van's firing solution."
The flashes are momentarily distracting but Pixie gets her head on quickly enough and falls in line as someone's wing man. Firing her thrusters, she puts on her game face and prepares to engage. For her part, she's fallen silent on the coms once more, concentrating solely on the job at hand.
Just like she's not quite jock enough for some of the pie-and-orgasm related chatter, Cap is hardly such an old hand at this that's she's excited by the sight of basestars blinking into space, whole swathes of starlight suddenly blacked out by their intimidating forms. No, in her cockpit she says a quiet prayer and looks to the small collection of family photos taped above the instruments on her dash, to Perry and Odd, who she always brings along to watch over her. "Twinkletoes, Babyface. Copy." She moves to take up a position on his wing, steadying her breath as her grip twists nervously on the stick.
"Roger that, Farm Boy," Webb says, "Everyone pair up, sort yourselves out. Galactica CAP and Scorpian air defense are inbound. Focus on those Raiders and steer clear of the basestar's flak cannons."
"Watch those shipyard guns, Babyface." Kazimir offers over the comm to Cap as he flares his thrusters. "It's going to turn into a vartiable field of metal and flak, and they don't care what side you're on down there." he offers quickly as he waggles his wings to Cap to give her a bit of encouragement. "Just think of it as really tight walls in this barn."
"<< On you, Milkman. Hammerhead. Let's open up the sky. ~/Ow!/~ >>" Roara forms up just off of Van's wing. Old habits die hard.
"Copy, I see them." Truthfully, Cap's less worried about the static guns or even the basestar flak - the comparison Kazimir makes is an apt one. Those things, they're like the asteroids, just big obstacles in space to avoid, predictable arcs of (albeit very deadly) fire. They don't chase you. "Pick your targets and I'll follow your lead. I've got your six if the toasters try any funny stuff." And... here they come. "Check six, check high, you've got two!" She immediately peels for one of them, rolling her viper out of the fire of one oncoming raider to engage another.
"Cherry, Farmboy, Bullseye," Calliope says into the comms as her Raptor zooms into position. "Moving to cover your section. Trying to get a lock on the heavies. Mince is concentrating on our jammers in the meantime." She goes straight into evasive patterns when her ECO picks up a lock on her Raptor. It's where she lives.
Eva moves in, selecting the targets, out of the multitude that are likely to do the most damage, and so it's one of the heavies that she zeroes in on, which is all to the good, as it seems to be targeting Bullseye.
"Spider, look out! You gotta big one coming up your six!" Socks blasts a suppressive fire from his viper's KEWs trying to shake the heavy raider off the CAG. He's flying pretty defensively, jinking and rolling in order to keep the swarm of cylons from lighting him up.
Setting her sight on one of the Raiders, Pixie doesn't say much on the coms, except to speak to the person she's wing on. With orders to concentrate on the Raiders, she hits her thrusters, her hand on her stick, thumb ready to fire her kew as soon as she can get a good sight on it.
As soon as they are rocketing in towards the various inbound raiders and heavies, Finn lines up on the same target as Eva, engaging afterburners to get out ahead of Calliope's Raptor, "Farm Boy engaging heavy. I'll come in high, you come in low, Cherry."
"<<CAG, this is Raptor Cee-Eight-Three, Iris is go. Stacking up.>>" Irene calls out in a clipped Virgan accent, as the navjets fire and she brings the Raptor up into a textbook formation to support one team of Vipers, back of Kazimir and Cap. Over her shoulder to Isolde, she says calmly, "Right. What's the count on those raiders? Keep me informed and be ready to jump when and how I say. And please tell me we have a whole trunk full of sparrows because this is not going to be pretty." Not even three seconds after she says that there's a raider screaming straight at them, so, not pretty. "Inbound!"
Eva with Finn on her wing manage to do some damage to the heavy, but not enough to destroy it. Still, it misses Bullseye and that seems to be good enough for Cherry, as she swings back around for another go.
Having already formed up on Van's wing, Roara targets the Raider that appears to have set its sights on the other Picon pilot. "<< Milkman, you've got incoming. Cover the pie. I've got you. >>" She tails the Cylon vessel, clipping its nose in an attempt to corral it into the crew's firing solution.
"Oh frack! I got one on my tail!" Socks compains as a stream of tracers blast by his windshield. He continues his bracketing fire, trying to corral the heavy raider into the sites of his wingmen, "Come on, Wolves, let's feast tonight! Arooooo!" he, he shuts up then, banking in a heavy turn to blast over the heavy raider's bow as he spots Nails and Spider getting good angles for the kill.
Delilah manages to evade her own Raider on her tail and her fire finds the tail end of the Raider she was chasing, the one that was on Cap. With the two combined hits it takes, the Raider is down for the count and Pixie sets her sights on another, trying to bank hard and take out the one on her own tail.
Ducking and waving through the fire as it chews at him, Kazimir lights up the Raider on Cap's tail, before breaking contact as Delilah comes swooping in to finish it off. He lets out a curse and makes a mental note about teams calling out their targets as he twists and breaks contact. "Babyface, Twinkle-Toes! I'm going to lead the two on me off the dance floor, I see a couple of Raiders giving the CAG's group frak, let's lend them a hand!"
Calliope rolls her Raptor out of the way of Heavy Raider fire. She can't hold back a short breath of relief as she gets away from that unscathed. For now. While Mince attends to the DRADIS in the backseat, she gets her missiles locked. "Flight, Bullseye. I'm good. Thanks for the cover out there. Leveling out and establishing lock. Missile primed to fire." She stops rolling to try and zero in as cleanly on her target as possible. Which means less evasive bus acrobatics, but there are lots of Cylons to shoot right now.
"Farm Boy to Pixie, you holding up over there?" Finn calls out after his first attack run on the heavy. It takes a few hits, but despite his rather reckless and aggressive flying style, he doesn't manage to do much to it. "We've got a second heavy moving in on our flight, someone cover that frakker." And then he moves in for another attack run.
"Roger, Hammerhead." As they blast into the fracas, Van darts and twists, staying on Roara's wing, and also curling in closer to Irene and Isolde's Raptor, "You've got one coming in on your Nine, Iris. Weaving for Hammerhead, then I'll..." he grunts softly as he pulls g-forces, curling around to give Roara a shot at his trailer and avoiding the Raider's tracers, "...hit him when he comes out the other side." And he does, rolling up and over, effectively swapping element lead with Roara as he comes over the Raptor to tear into Raider attacking the 'I's. "Stay sharp, Hammerhead, let's not get bounced ourselves..."
Two bogeys close on her lead, although Cap has every confidence in Kazimir giving them quite the merry chase - she's seen him in action plenty, and the man certainly knows his way around a stick! Plus, they have to watch out for her while they try and pin down the aptly-callisigned veteran. Twinkle Toes indeed. And she doesn't do too poorly, rolling her Viper out of the line of fire of the one charging their formation, which her lead pilot takes out easily. Not to be outdone, she quickly peels off one of his tails and lights it up with ballistic rounds. "Twinkle Toes, Babyface. Scratch one bogey, taking the other. You're clear to make a run on that big fat one."
A whoop goes up from Fish as he nails one of the Raiders. "Splash one."
Webb jerks his ship to the side, narrowly avoiding a missile. Salvae maneuvers the Heavy right into Webb's sights, and the CAG says, "Way to line 'em up, Socks."
"Like putting bottles on the fence, Spider!" Socks grins, his cockpit lighting up with the dazzling strobes of the battle.
As the raider opens up, Irene weaves her Raptor off its line so the KEW fire flashes off to the side as a harmless blue-white lightshow. In the same move she kicks the tail out and brings the nose in, giving her and her ECO the opportunity to riddle it with hits. "Keep firing on that toaster." She says to Isolde, as she tries to play spot the other raider coming in on her nine. "When it pops I'm cutting hard. Keep your tongue in your mouth and ready a missile."
"Pixie to Farm Boy, I'm fine right now, I'll let you know again once this is over. Just be alive enough for me to tell you." There's an attempt at teasing in her tone over the com but the seriousness of the situation takes its toll. About the time she replies though, she takes a graze to her wing and it shakes the whole Viper, knocking her sideways. Letting up on the thrusters she steadies before firing them again to aim for her target, the one on her tail again.
"You're doing great, Babyface. Don't get cocky now, our night's just begun." Kazimir responds over the comm, firing at one of the Raiders before she suggests going after one of the heavies. "Let's make sure that we clear the rest of the way, the big fish will have plenty of attention this evening." he offers up as he grinds his teeth just a moment.
"Jigger, sing out!" Whether he can or not, is another story, "Finn, I'm off, that heavy's still in the air." Eva peels off, not straying far, but enough to move in on the heavy that just might have finally taken out poor Jigger.
Socks grimaces as one of his control panels explodes in his cockpit. "Aw frak, they got my dradis!" he groans, twisting his body over the sparking mess as he spots the raider that's intent on giving him a bad ending tonight. The heavy raider's taken a few shots from Spider, and it looks like Nails is helping out with that, so he does a quick maneuver with his thrusters, flipping his viper over to coast backwards as he blasts away to get Raider 3 off of his tail.
Roara curls beneath Van, pumping her Viper forward ahead of him and the Raptor. "<< Copy that, Milkman. >>" She lets free a spray of firing solution into the enemy Raider as it pops up just ahead of her, cutting sharply away from the explosion that shortly follows. Poor lil thing didn't even see that maneuver coming. "<< Break, break, break! >>"
Apparently Fish's celebration was a bit premature, since no sooner has he moved onto another target do a pair on his six double-team him and send his Viper spinning off out of control. He manages to eject safely... weelllll, as safe as you can really be with fighters and explosions all around you. Hopefully he won't end up roadkill. "Moving to pick up Fish," Link calls, his Raptor diverting. "Cover us."
"Copy that, Link," Webb responds.
Jigger was less lucky. His ship took a missile to the front end that's left it a drifting hulk. Attempts to raise him get nothing.
The Tauron ECO is all about not dying at this point. She is no longer using countermeasures, swapping to KEWs. Two hits -- one near and one dead-on -- assists in destroying the Raider. "<<Thanks for the assist, Milkman. Pass it on.>>" The former-IT nerd is already tracking Cylon movements on DRADIS, but the sheer quantity of enemy blips is making it almost impossible to actually try to find the pattern -- even if she is sure it is there. There's always a pattern. "Iris, concentrate fire with Bullseye?" Two Raptors is always better than one!
Cap isn't doing so great, in fact, or at least has some trouble nailing down the second raider. It's a slippery bugger. She lines up, pulls the triggers, it weaves away. She swerves to follow, fires again, and it swings back. "Still on him," she grunts, frustration evident in her tone.
Calliope does let out a "Frak!" as that blipping of Jigger's Viper signature is recorded. "Cherry, Bullseye. Can you see him? Coming about. Is there anything left?" Her breathing sounds quicker now. Maybe she's gotten better at dealing with people shooting at her, but when her comrades get hit, that still rattles. She keeps her missile fire directed at the heavy.
"Hang tight, Socks," Webb says to Salvae upon hearing his damage. "Coming round once I toast this frakker." Overconfident much?
"Bullseye, focus on the heavy. SAR will get him when they can." Cherry's voice is not hopeful.
"I mean, don't bite your tongue." Irene clarifies after she neatly dodges the next burst of fire and the raider goes up in a flash. As the debris tinks and snaps off the hulls, she does exactly as she says, cutting the bus as hard as a Raptor possibly can to reorient it back towards the main furball and the Heavy. "Not, shut up... Sorry. Nice shooting, too." Then over the comm, "<<Iris, moving to assist.>>"
As Eva peels off, Finn glances through the cockpit window and then rolls around for another pass on the heavy he's targetting. "Sing out if you need me, Cherry. I've got this." And then he rockets off for another attack run on the target he's been going after the whole time.
Van breaks sharply as Roara calls it, twisting off to his right, then curling back around to pump more rounds into the Raider after Irene and Isolde, "Milkman, splash one. Nice shooting, Asa." The explosion behind him draws a tight grin onto his lips, "Nice shooting you too, Hammerhead." As the Heavies come boring in, he adds, "You've attracted some big attention, Iris, watch yourself. Hammerhead, I'm going to see if I can draw its fire." He evidently didn't see the results of Jigger meeting a missile.
"Jigger!" And there is radio silence there. Pixie doesn't take the time to vocally lament, she continues to listen as she banks again to try and finally take out the Raider on her own tail end. She grits her teeth together, baring them as she takes the bank, hard, to circle around.
"You got this, Babyface..." Kazimir continues to juke and dodge, leading the Raider on a merry chase, even as he downs another one. "Try not to ride him where he is.." he offers to the pilot, instructing her even as he dives through a hail of fire that glances off his nose, but does no real damage. "But where he will be. You need to lead him more."
Socks continues his howling as his twin streams of tracers track along the axis of Raider3's approach, finally stitching the raider and hitting its ammunition stores, blowing it to pieces, "Splash one, hold tight, Nials, I've got your six!" he says as he maneuvers his viper to help out his element, blasting afterburners to pull up and take shots at one of the two raiders giving Nails a hard time.
Isolde shakes her head, offering an amused, "Virgons." Then she focusing on the Heavy. She taps rapidly at the keyboard in front of her, and then twists in her seat to watch the DRADIS input. She puts her fist in the air when the Heavy disappears. "<<Bulseye, Asa. you're clear. That's what I call teamwork. I'm shaking my pom-poms." Like a proper collegiate pyramid cheerleader. Then she glances toward Irene. "You get to pick now. I chose the last one." Her tone is light and jovial.
"Nice work. Farm Boy, moving in to assist Spider and his team," Eva says. Banger, in particular, looks as though he's taking quite a bruising.
Calliope swallows, tamping down whatever emotion might be in her voice before replying to Eva, "Bullseye, Cherry. Copy that." Her voice, despite best attempts, is also not hopeful as she catches sight of Jigger's Viper out of viewport. Sight of Eva taking down that heavy raider does give her spirits a visceral boost. "Nice shot." Her Raptor swoops around, surveying the area around her formation of Vipers and seeking out her next target.
Cap still. Cannot. Hit. It. Maybe it's because Twinkle Toes is leading his tail on such a merry chase that she, in turn, can't keep up with it's own efforts to stick with him? Again, it's the same thing, she zigs, it zags, she puts down a stream of rounds, it dances away. "I- Trying sir. Frakkin' thing just... argh." Still, they've thinned out the formation that other Vipers can close in with her - and she'll happily take the assist. "Hammerhead, Babyface. Toaster's been dancing all night. Wanna help box him in?"
"Babyface, Twinkletoes. I'm gonna break right and invert and try to spray this thing for you. Just make sure you go left, or you're going to end up in the field of fire.." He's.. really going to try to flip his Viper to try to get in a shot on the one tailing him?
"Back at ya, Cherry..." Finn calls out as he arcs around the crippled remains of the heavy raider he finished off. "Pixie, coming in on your six." And so he does just that, moving in to assist Delilah who just lost her wingman Jigger not too long ago, "Cherry, covering Pixie's wing for now."
"<< Hammerhead. I'm gonna trip this Raider up on Twinkletoes' tail, give Babyface a nice clean shot at the motherfrakker. You alright, Milkman? >>" Roara does a clean little pivot, adjusting her trajectory to move diagonally across the Raider's line. She slows, doing a graceful turn-about to face it.
As the Heavies come apart under the missiles and guns of a host of Colonials, Van bares his teeth a little more widely, even if his own shots mostly sparked and danced across armor and nonessential systems. "I think we got its attention. Nice shooting, Cheerleader -- I mean, Asa." A little tight laughter tinges his words. And then he hears the cry from Pixie, and he glances out into the roiling melee, but he can't tell if any one of those explosions was Jigger, or if he's okay, or what. Too much going on, and his attention has to be entirely on the Cylons around him. "I'm still with you, Hammerhead. Coming in high behind you." He follows Roara in on her attack run, sweeping behind the other Picon and then rolling 'up' relative to Roara's Viper and rolling his own fighter 'inverted' to get a clearer shot.
Irene can only move around so much, strapped in as she is, but her head swivels as she tries to get visuals on a likely target. Seeing the Vipers balling up on one, she banks the Raptor smoothly towards another raider, trailing vapor. "Let's chew this one up. I don't like the look of it." She decides aloud, making sure Isolde has at least some idea of what she's up to.
Isolde glances to the viewports, and nods. She highlights the target. "Confirmed. Switching to countermeasures." She flashes a smile as she flexes her fingers and immediately goes into hacking mode. She hears Van's words across the comms and snorts. "<<Cheerleader,>>" she says in a dry note. Then she is back to work. "Looks like we are free and clear, Iris. Focus is on Twinkle Toes and his new best friend." She swaps back to comms. "<<Pixie, Farm Boy, we're coming in to assist.>>"
Webb doesn't manage to take out the Raider he was on, but he thumps it pretty hard. Since Salvae seems to have shaken the one on him, Webb veers off to attack one of the pair on Nails.
"<<Thanks for the assist, Sweater Monkey!>>" Called out to Isolde, Kazimir was assuming that the Raptor was coming to his aid, but when it doesn't, the pilot grits his teeth and dives after inverting, because apparently a /lot/ of Vipers decided to target the one Raider that was chasing after him. "And it's not even my birthday." he mutters to himself as he glances to the DRADIS to watch for new targets. "Don't give up yet, Babyface." he offers encouragingly over the comms.
Is there anyone /not/ attacking Raider4? The poor cylon has at least 3 vipers attacking it as the rest of its squad is blown to atoms, and it looks like Banger's the one that puts the nail in its chrome plated coffin. "Nice shootin, Banger!" Socks congratulates the other pilot, glancing over as the mangled viper finishes off the raider. He quickly reacquires a target and starts blasing at Raider2, along with the rest of the squadron, pickings are getting slim in this sector, but there's no doubt more to come before the day is through.
Webb gets on the coms. "You heard 'em, people. Let's move it."
"Flight, Bullseye. Splash. One Raider down. I've got one missile left, but I'm holding it in reserve. Taking a covering position, Mince will work our jammers." Calliope blinks with the same surprise she always does when she actually manages to hit something. From her backseat, Mince simply says, "Don't get cocky" while he works the ECM controls.
Finally the Raider Pixie was after takes a hit that sends it barreling off into the darkness, "Farm Boy, Pixie, thanks for the assist." The words called out over the com as she steadies herself from dodging the kew aimed in her direction. Searching for another target, she keeps the chatter to a minimum. Still no word from Jigger, she's listening for it, losing hope with every passing moment.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you fly a raptor. Looks like Bullseye's our newest ace." Eva moves away from the fireball of her last target, moving back into the reduced wing formation, and moving to intercept the incoming flight of cylons.
As breathing room starts to emerge, Farm Boy calls out, "Let's regroup, flight. Cherry, Pixie. Let's form up, double wingmen. We're down one in our flight, but we're still flying strong!" And then they are moving on the next wave, going for the shipyards. He engages afterburners to rocket out after them.
Cap is, you know, still chasing that raider around. But now she has friends. They can experience it's frustrating refusal to die first hand! Yet this engagement may prove something of a sidenote when that warning comes over the coms. "Sir?"
Isolde is quick at the keys, but not quite fast enough to stop the Raider's blast against Delilah. Luckily, the shot streams past the Viper and gives Isolde time to disrupt the Cylon's sensors long enough for Pixie to blast it in the nose. The blip disappears, and Isolde is immediately back to hunting for targets. "<<Flight, I've got numerous targets still clouding DRADIS -- >>" Then Galactica cuts in, and she blinks at the incoming report. She immediately begins to feed Irene some of the data coming in from her own console. "I'm counting eight Bandits in said flight... based on scans, four heavies. Give me two seconds and I'll have targets isolated.>>" She begins to tap rapidly, head moving this way and that, eyes moving across DRADIS and other consoles. "<<Flight, confirmed... I've got DRADIS contact C-86 and C-87 tagged as carrying our nukes.>>"
"Babyface, watch your screens for nuclear signatures. We're moving in to intercept the missile launchers before they can hit the shipyards!" Kazimir calls out to his wing, adding it to the team chatter as well. "They're going to stay out of flak range to fire, so look for the Raiders that don't move directly for the shipyards will be our targets." The damaged Raider is an afternote for the moment.
"Whoafrak, seriously?" Calliope laughs. She can't help herself. She tries to focus, zooming slightly behind and over the Farm Boy/Cherry/Pixie formation of Vipers. Deep breath, and grimace as yet more contacts appear. "Flight, Bullseye. We see them. Covering."
"Think you earned some of that pie, Asa," Webb offers. "Focus fire on those two heavies, but don't get tunnel vision and get your ass shot off in the process." He's helpful, isn't he?
The shipyards, that was bad news. "Flight, Pixie, copy." Coming in on the other side of Farm Boy, she takes the other wing and dips her wing in a bobble as a silent hello. "Copy Farm Boy, on your six." Keeping to that triangular formation, she follows towards the shipyards and moving to intercept.
"<<I do like pie, sir.>>" Asa then hones in her countermeasures on the two heavies.
"<< How is that frakker still airborne?? >" Roara huffs into the mic of her comm as she veers away, keeping the wounded Raider in mind but setting aside for a time as well. " << Hammerhead. Copy that, Flight. On me, Milkman. >>" Her Viper slices forward towards the incoming Heavies.
"Twinkletoes, Babyface. Copy. I'm with you." Not that she, or probably anyone is surprised with the plan of attack. What is there to do, what can they do? All of them have been on the station over the last weeks, and they've not only seen the vast strategic war engine that the place represents, but also met the people stationed and living there. Without a thought, she pulls her Viper in formation behind Kazimir's and bears down on his target, weapons hot.
...and the Raider does not come apart, despite being chewed on by several Colonials. Van continues his roll, coming back down off Roara's left wing, "Twinkle Toes, Milkman, I think that Raider really wants to kill you." He's about to respond to Isolde's snorting words, and then he hears from Galactica, Webb, and Roara and he flips his Viper end-for-end, hitting his thrusters to counter his momentum and eventually send him whipping back in the other direction, "Flight, Milkman, scanning..." he ducks under a Viper chasing another Viper through the dogfight without any real clue which one is the Cyper and which one is the Colonial Viper, And then Isolde calls out the bandits, "Hammerhead, Milkman, Roger. I'll keep your tail clear so you can stop those nukes."
"Copy that, Spider, let's light em up!" Socks answers, "Link, you get that one on Nails!" he adds, the CAG gave the squad priority targets, after all, and nukes versus shipyards is bigger picture kind of stuff. His viper's burners engage and he begins to close the distance to target.
Eva might be flying recklessly, but she's not stupid, and she's quick enough to evade the missile heading her way, leaving it for some other member of the defenders to pick off, as she hits her thrusters to come around for another attack run.
"Frak!" Isolde's measures only get one out of three, even if one of those trickier Cylons got knocked out. "<<Flight, contact C-86 is down. Repeat, one of two nukes down.>>" Then she swaps her focus from the nuke-carrying raiders to the raider trying to eat her and Irene for dinner. "Switching to KEW on our little friend, Iris." She swaps over to her kinetic weapons, and takes a breath as she remembers what Graystone had been coaching her through. She's got this.
"Frak -- flight, we've got two nukes heading for the shipyards. Anyone who's in position, shoot 'em down. Rest of you, bring down that frakker," Webb orders.
When the missile explodes right next to Kazimir's Viper, all types of alarms and warnings go off as the cockpit is torn to shreds, taking out DRADIS, and several other systems. He can hear the whistling of air in his flight suit and he moves to place a hand over the side of his chest, feeling the puncture there. "Ba--Babyface. Continue the engagement.. have to take out the o-other n-nuke." he manages, his voice wet with blood as he grips the controls with his one hand and continues to press forward, keeping his Viper lined up on the nuke-ladned heavy.
It was incapacitated and Delilah only played a part in it, but the Heavy was down for the count. What was there next to do? Shoot what's shooting at you! And so Pixie retains her more evasive stance of fighting and while trying to avoid getting hit she's in turn trying to return fire all the same. It's a cat and mouse game but one she's managed to stay on top of for the moment.
Engine flares chase him as Socks closes in on one of the nukey raiders, as he blasts a few bullets into the raider, he smiles as Babyface lights it up, "heeeeyyy, babyface, nice shootin!" he says as pieces of armour go flying into space. "let's knock this one out and help the pack out with those fighters, eh?"
"Iris, I got the nukes." Isolde hopes. She switches off the raider, hoping that Irene can hold them together long enough for her to do some good.
Glancing down as he hears of the missile launch, Kazimir considers for a moment, and looks at the flashing Master Warnings and Master Cautions. His guns are out. His oxygen is nil. His suit is leaking. He knows what it all means. And he taps his radio. "Babyface.. Caprica. List-listen carefully. I'm not gonna make it. My suits ripped, my oxygen's gone. I'm going after the nuke. Get to the flight. Link up with Cherry, she'll take care of you.."
And with that.. he diverts his Viper, and flies straight for one of the nukes, putting his plane and himself between the shipyards and the incoming missile.
Then Pixie gets the message over the com.. nukes incoming. Waiting to hear decisions from others who will fire at the nukes. With her decision made, she continues on towards the Heavy instead, "Get the frakkers," she cheers the others on over the coms.
Irene's proving to be not one for lots of comms chatter. They probably had different protocols in the Royal Navy that or there's just too much going on and too much stuff she needs to avoid being in front of. She nods to Isolde's callouts and takes a look herself, picking Kazimir's Viper out from the mess and swinging in after him, a safe distance back. "Let's buy everybody some time, jam and pop." She waits for tone on a missile lock and wraps the button with her knuckle. Off it goes, streaking towards one of the heavy raiders while she tips the bird and tries to evade a missile it fires back in return. She's not that lucky today though and the Raptor is enveloped in a blinding flash that rattles the occupants while the screens start screaming red for rekt. "Ah, frakk. That wasn't good. Now it really feels heavy to starboard. You alright?" She does what she can to get the ship turned so Isolde can fire on the nukes, but she's babying it now.
Even as her target returns fire - fire at her - Cap doesn't break from her attack. It's not suicidal, not by a long shot, but the young woman knows what her duty is, what it might require, and what those nukes mean. Somehow, riding the maneuvering thrusters alone, she threads between that fire while keeping on her target. Except it's not enough. The hits land, they're good, but the heavy is tough, and she's close enough to see the missiles leap the tubes. And in the same moments, she hears Kazimir over the com, and others too, seeing the explosions in front of her, and in her periphery, as her squad seems to collapse around her. And here she panicks a bit. She hears the order - to continue the engagement, and sees others peeling off after the nukes themselves. Truthfully, she's probably not a good enough shot to be counted on, and the Raiders and Vipers are still tearing her wing apart, so she spins her Viper around and fires backwards, covering the others as they chase the missiles.
Calliope lets out a gulp that might be audible over the comms. She was not quick with muting. Nukes. She flies to provide interference for the Vipers as they fire at those weapons of mass destruction.
Dipping to avoid the Heavy Raider's assault, Roara zooms away once its ambitions are thwarted. She takes the most obvious natural route towards the inbound nukes. She's not 'fraid a' no nukes.
"Strangely peppy and considering whether or not there will be pie for dessert at dinnertime," Isolde offers Irene, though her voice does not carry the pep she says she has. She sounds almost too focused. Her brain is processing, quick and agile, the patterns. All abou the patterns. Once the nukes are released, things become so much easier. They follow a trajectory. She understands trajectories...
Finn rolls away from the Raider he was chasing down that has been targetting Eva. Normally, you don't leave your wingman like that, but these are nukes. They hit, everyone goes boom. He rockets off after one of the nukes and has to make a quick evasion to avoid some debris. In his evasion, he fires off his shots, poorly aimed and not well timed. So much for Finn being helpful today.
For all he may be a jerk, Webb is also pragmatic. Seeing several of his people going after the nukes already, he focuses fire on the nuke-carrying Raider.
Van goes arrowing after the Cylon flight with most of the rest of the Timber Wolves, his eyes flickering about him as he approaches on Roara's wing. At the last moment, he spots a Raider slipping in toward Kazimir, "Twinkle Toes, Break right!" His KEW's reach out, tapping the Raider politely on the chassis and tearing into it -- a heartbeat after it launches a missile. Actions are quick, words are slower, unfortunately, and his warning comes too late. His own Viper takes a battering, rocking it to one side, "Milkman, splash one." When Roara declares her intention to go after the nukes by simply rocketing off in that direction, Van tucks in to her Viper's right, "I'm with you, Hammerhead." There's still the problem of the Raider on his tail, but he gives his Viper a little shimmy to try to make himself a more difficult target, "Watch out for the flak engagement zones." His own KEW tracers form part of what is nearly a cone of fire from various Vipers and Raptors toward the nukes.
Salvae's not the greatest gunner in the pack, seeing most of the squad focusing on the missiles, he helps finish off the heavy bomber, then banks in to cover the squad as they try to save the shipyard, focusing on one that's giving Eva problems. "Hold tight, Cherry, I'll try to clear your six!"
Eva had a choice. Save the shipyards, try to anyway, or try to save herself. Easy enough to see which she chose, as she focuses her fire on the inbound nuke, leaving herself open to the missile-laden raider that's been targeting her. She escaped it once, but not the second time, and the explosion of the ordinance nearly blinds her. Certainly the viper felt it, and she's now in a fight to keep herself from going the way of poor Jigger, "That frakking nuke is what's important!"
Webb and Salvae's combined fire brings down the second nuke-Raider. "Asa - you picking up any more signatures from those other ones?" He goes after the one that's dogging Eva. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Delilah's ship getting hit, "You all right there, Pixie?"
Streaking past the Raider that fired it, Kazimir turns on the burners and goes chasing after the nukes. His guns click empty, reading jammed on both, and he draws in a breath, hitting his comm. "Flight, Twinkle-Toes. Don't worry about calling the SAR bus. Cherry.. tell Squeak." he offers quietly, and then there's a wet chuckle just as he catches up with the nuclear device. "You know what the difference between sex and death is? You can die alone and noone will laugh at you." he chuckles and then jerks the stick hard, to slam into the missile and both the Viper and missile go up in a nuclear flame.
"<<Flight, I-I think I got one.>>" Isolde actually blinks a couple times as she stares at her readouts, but then she is jarred into the realization that one still remains. She takes in a deep breath, and looks toward Iris. "Gods... think I can do that twice?" She is keeping her sights on the second nuke, but there's all the other raider contacts buzzing around DRADIS. She has to make a decision, but Webb has her focus for a moment even while she is running through the math in her head. "<<Negative, Spider. No other signatures.>>" As she notes those moving into position, she decides to keep her focus on the Heavy trying to eat the Raptor she's in.
Damned she was hit! Pixie feels the shudder of her craft in her hands, all around her, and with the lights flashing, buzzing, blinking, there's some major things wrong with her Viper. Frak, frak! What to do? The nuke was still live, one of them was? Two? Hearing Isolde, she focuses her attention and her kew on the one remaining nuke.
The stricken Raptor is held steady long enough for Isolde to light up a nuke, but there's another missile coming in and Irene is totally determined not to eat that one too. "Breaking!" She yells as she flips the bucket into a shaking, tumbleroll that is just enough to save them another strike. "I'm sorry but this toaster is not giving up. Get the chaff ready, if this doesn't crack it, we're dancing with another missile for sure." That said, she gives Isolde a quick thumbs up, that was a good shot. Now it's her go, line up she raps the launch button and another fox goes off to hunt.
While the squad chases the nukes, Cap's Viper follows - backwards. She's flipped around but cut the engines to keep all her momentum, and fires backwards on the raiders that were the source of the missiles and all this other grief, getting a bead on the one targetting her squad's own Raptor. "Iris, Babyface, I'm covering-" There's so much chatter, people shouting about the nukes, who has what, one down, and another- then Twinkle Toe's message comes through. "Twinkle Toes, Babyface, what the frak are you-" She may swing her Viper around, intending to do something, just in time to see what happens.
"Nice shot, Asa," Calliope says, trying to keep her tone positive. Optimism in the face of nukes! It does not quite land. Especially when Kazimir streaks straight toward the nuke. And her piping turns into a weak, "Twinkle Toes...? What's happening? What...?" She doesn't scream. Her voice just dies in her throat.
Isolde takes note of something strange on her DRADIS, something she didn't notice right away. "Wait..." Then she comes immediately on comms. "<<Twinkle Toes is no longer on scanners. Repeat, I've lost DRADIS contact see-eight-four.>>" She turns her head from the screens now, looking out the Raptor's front viewport. She doesn't spot the immediate impact, but the flare of light from it is enough.
The persistent Raider manages to clip Van's Viper again, and he gives his tail another twitch to try to throw it off the scent -- and then there's a walloping great explosion ahead of him, and he twists away from the fireball, which a neat enough evasion on its own. "Woah! Nice shooting!" He's not sure who managed to hit the nuke, given the volume of fire, but they clearly deserve the congratulations. "Stay frosty out there, Iris, you got this." He quickly hauls his stick back in line with the Colonial fighters chasing the nuke... but then there's another blaze of nuclear fire, and he flinches away again, his eyes widening in the wake, "Lords of Kobol... hear my prayer. Watch over his soul." He gives his stick a twitch and flips his Viper end-for-end, the ship still rocketing after Roara, but his guns now aimed at his tormentor, "Hello you metal motherfraker..."
Delilah's own fire never really comes.. dumbfounded, dumbstruck, take your pick, through her canopy Pixie watches as a viper carrying Twinkle-Toes flies directly and deliberately into the nuke... There were no words, nothing. Radio silence from her end as she quietly directs her own Viper for another target.
Webb's head bobs inside his helmet on hearing Isolde's report. "Right, then we just need to get that on.... Fairchild!" Webb realizes what the man's doing an instant before it happens, but there's frak-all he can do about it but watch in horror as Kazimir's Viper explodes. "Frakking hell," he murmurs. But then he refocuses on his target.
What is there left for Eva to do, or to say? She has her orders, and she knows her duty, "I will, Kazimir." She's still going in on the raider.
Socks' draidis is smashed to bits, sending a shower of sparks against his visor that blinds him almost as much as the twin nukes going off to his five oclock. He hears the solomn chatter over the wireless, and worries on his lip, doing his best to keep the bodycount low as he targets one of the raiders.
Finn growls into the comm at first when his shots go wide of the nuke. What did he expect really though? He rockets off after the other one. He lines up his shot and just before he can fire, he hears Kaz and then sees the explosion of Kaz's viper connecting with the nuke, "What the frak....Twink...NO!" He just sort of...drifts for a moment, and then engages thrusters to get back into the fight, shooting off towards Eva and the rest of his flight, "Cherry, coming in on your ten o'clock, making an attack run at that raider on your tail. Bank right to give me a clear shot." His tone is terse...which...well who could expect anything different right now of anyone.
"<< FRAK! >>" Roara's Viper pulls upward and away hard from its pursuit of the nuke. There's a sharp, feminine intake of breath that resonates over the comms. She zips back over Van, gritting and bearing her teeth as she attempts to pull her head back into the fight. "<< Godsdamned! Twinkletoes just took out the frackin' nuke with his whole bird! >>"
Isolde is jarred again, this time by something else entirely. She sets her jaw. "Stay frosty," she repeats, and glances to Iris, and nods as her head comes back in the game. She refocuses her target on the heavy still whipping around the Raptor. Her father always said that mourning happens off the field, not on. Stay focused.
There's what's unmistakably a sob from Calliope's comm line, before she just cuts it off. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision so she doesn't accidentally blow her Raptor into anything. Mince gives her a rough-voiced, "Focus," but there's no particular force behind it.
Socks grins as he blows shoots up the raider that was harassing Cherry, it goes up in a ball of fire, with the rest of the squadron shooting at any survivors. It is quickly forgotten as he pulls up and reacquires his old friend, Raider 2, who's still engaged in a duel with Nails. "Hold tight, Nails, we're comin to help ya!"
"<<Babyface, Hammerhead. Can't have you out here solo! Too many birds goin' down! Form up on Milkman and I! >>" Roara says this as she swings her bird around to target one of the remaining Heavy Raiders. Inside her cockpit, she purses her lips to take in a long controlled breath. "<< We'll go in three deep. Keep a clear head! >>"
The nuke was out of the equation and Pixie wasn't really talking on the coms right now, still digesting what just happened. Too much to see in one lifetime and it was an image she wouldn't likely be soon forgetting. She focuses her attention on the Heavy and remains stoically quiet unless directly spoken to.
Cap inverts her Viper once again, now back into proper orientation with it's trajectory, leaving a spray of KEW streaking out behind. She inteded, well, who knows what, to jam down the stick and... well who knows, but she reacts only in time to turn directly toward the miniature sun that flares to life in space ahead of them, consuming most of her field of vision and the entirety of the space once inhabited by her wingleader. "No..." She just stares, blankly, oblivious, at least for a few moments, to the combat around her, and to the comms as well.
"<<Staying frosty, Milkman.>>" Irene replies, repeating it again to herself once or twice between deep breaths. Calm and steady. Her Raptor needs some coaxing now, but she seems on top of it, enough that her missile punches in to the raider and sends it careening off, disintegrating as it goes. That leaves the counterattack still locked on and angry, so she's has no time to celebrate. More textbook evasion and it just isn't fooled. Chaff is what finally trips it up, the Cylon missile lighting up the darkness behind the Raptor and chopping it along on the blast. She calls back to her ECO, "Your pick now, who do you like least?"
Once again, Eva manages to evade the missile the raider sends at her. In this case, two out of three ain't bad. Especially when the rest of the flight zeroes in on her attacker to help her get clear. "Thanks for the assist!" Anything else she might be thinking, feeling, is tucked away in some small dark corner. She hasn't survived the Royal navy without knowing how to control herself. "Let's mop thiings up and go home." She spins back around, catching sight of Cap drifting, "Babyface, get your shit together!"
Van hits his thrusters as he lines up on the Raider knifing after him, slowing his momentum and then rocking directly toward the Cylon. It's a classic game of chicken, with the added necessity of tiny little jukes to avoid the ropes of tracers spewing from the other ship. It's over in the blink of an eye, with Roara putting a hit on the Raider as Van does as well, and Van twists to put the more heavily-armored bottom of his Viper toward the explosion as he flies through it. Debris patters off the hull, and then he's searching out Roara again, slipping in behind her left wing and a little further back than normal, "Babyface, Milkman. Why don't you take her right, I'll cover you both." He glances back for the other Viper, "Stay with us, Babyface." Ice cold. Or ice hot. "You got this."
Poor Nails has been dogged by that dang Raider for ages. "Frak it all, Nails, what's your ECO doing - dancing on the KEW turret?" But like Salvae said, they're coming to help.
"All of them," Isolde replies, but she knows she can't do that, so she looks over DRADIS. "Let's go get the Boss out of trouble. Heavy C-85 is liking him a bit too much." She marks the heavy raider on DRADIS and begins to tap through some measures. "<<Spider, we're coming to swat that fly for you.>>"
Calliope keeps off the radio, because she's still intermittently fighting with crying, and that's not a good look in the middle of a firefight. At least her hands are steady on the stick. She keeps flying, her ECO keeps up the interference on the heavy targetting the CAG.
With that last Raider handled, Finn flips his viper and rockets after the last remaining heavy, which is focused on Webb. He fires off a series of KEW blasts at the heavy and tears into its hull, along with a bunch of others who also fired at it. And then with that last one down, Finn forms up with the rest of his flight to handle mop up.
"<< BABYFACE. >>" Roara repeats into the comm. This time, her tone is more in the way of a snap. "<< HEAD IN THE GAME. >>" In her cockpit, she hisses out a quiet curse to herself.
"Aw, frack, Nails!" Socks grimaces as he sees the raider blow away the raptor, just seconds before he and Cherry take it out. "Copy that, Spider, let's clean up this mess," he answers back, forming up to join the rest of the fight.
Isolde is working in automation, completing her tasks as her and Irene mop up as ordered. Something nags at her when the basestar jumps out -- the same thing that has been nagging at her since she started working on the Galactica's computer systems. It keeps her busy, her mind churning over that small tidbit. "Resources," she all she mutters under her breath.
There are more explosions, more streaking KEW, more general chaos, more war. It's easy to see how it could all blur together a bit, especially to tear-filled eyes. Eventually, one of the comm messages rattles her out of her reverie. "H-hammerhead, Babyface. Copy. I copy." Now all the comm chatter comes back into focus, and a little robotically, the young woman gets her coasting Viper back in control, swinging around toward the remains of her squadron.
Pixie watches as one basestar is taken out and the other blips out of the area leaving the Raiders. Time for the CF to do business. "Clean up on aisle four.." Pixie murmurs over the coms, zeroing in on one of the Raiders with silent and deadly force. It's hit and miss, back and forth for her and two Raiders until finally she manages to get the better of one, then the second one. Once the call comes in to return to base, she'll take her wounded bird in for some well deserved TLC.
Van is among the many Wolves who come tearing after the Heavy attacking their CAG -- evidently the pilot has decided that there aren't going to be any more casualties among their squadron this fight if he has anything to say about it. He tears into the Heavy along with the others, in sync with Roara and Cap. The explosion from one of the basestars draws an exultant, "Yes! Burn, toasters!" from the Picon, but when the second one jumps, he grimaces, "Frak, I wish we had some way to track that thing." And then his attention is back on the doomed swarms of Raiders, working to keep Roara and Caprica alike clear of attackers.
Irene takes a quick glance at her screen, then up to the black expanse littered now with streaking debris. The lucky raider Isolde chose is singled out, and off she goes along with a large contingent of Vipers. The missile she fires probably isn't strictly necessary, but you can't have too many nails in a coffin, right? Besides, exploding Cylons make her happy, so happy in fact, that she doesn't break off and head back to the Vanguard straight away, but keeps on, helping to mop up another sweep first. When the guns run dry, she drops back, "<<CAG, Iris here, breaking off. All munitions expended.>>" She turns the Raptor on a heading back to the Vanguard and slumps into her seat some, blinking her eyes slowly, as if just remembering they had the ability to close. Neat. "Whoever flies this tub regularly is going to be so upset. You alright back there? I didn't make out your last."
Eva will continue flying, and fighting, until she can't. She doesn't have tears to shed. Likely, those will come later. for now, it's just the work, it's just keeping her increasingly recalcitrant viper under her control, it's just keeping the remains of the flight alive. better to focus on that, then to think about the figurative door she'll need to knock on, if the woman of the house doesn't already know, as she is, too, out on the line defending the shipyards. Finally, only once the all clear is given, will she head back to the hangar. One would assume combat landings are authorized.
Isolde looks up at the questions coming from the cockpit, and she blinks out of it. "Yeah, I'm good... you see them ditch all those Raiders? Could you imagine Command doing that to any of us?" She then shakes her head, and her eyes drift toward where Twinkle Toes's Viper is now just a whisper of debris. She then shakes her head, glancing back to Irene. "Just put an apology note on the pilot controls. They'll understand." She offers the Virgon a smile before she looks over DRADIS. "We're clear. Vanguard has us cleared for landing."
Webb takes it personally, losing a man. Even if he didn't know Kaz well, he was part of the squadron, and a fellow countryman to boot. There's a single-minded focus in the way he goes after the remaining Raiders, taking out a couple. Once they receive the all-clear, he says in a clipped tone, "Back to the barn."
Finn stays in the fight as long as he has fuel and ammo. Which is a good amount of time all things considered. During that time, he has several assists and brings down two additional raiders solo. All in all, he came out unscratched, at least physically and mechanically...emotionally? Let's just say, his flasks will need refilling tomorrow. When he's running low on fuel, he comms in, "Farm Boy is bugging out for the landing deck. Running low on fuel."
Socks manages to help shoot down two more raiders before it's all said and done, and finally the skies are clear, leaving him with time to pull the cord from his flaring dradis console before heading back to the ship. "Copy that, heading home," he acknowledges the order and flies back for a /not/ combat landing, frack that crap!
Calliope keeps flying. She's had enough military beaten into her to finish the job, even amidst chaos and death. Mince does all the talking over the radio as they mop up and prep to bring their Raptor home, though, "Flight, DRADIS is showing clear. Bringing our bus home."
Roara experiences a small wave of relief as Cap copies back. It may be fair to say that there is certainly an element of synchronicity to her and Van's flight considering their time together at academy but she does her best to accommodate Cap in the formation. After the air is cleared of enemy combatants, her Viper flares and heads to the barn as instructed.
"I don't have my nice stationary with me." Irene says rather dejectedly, but if that's the worst thing she can complain about she's doing not bad in the greater scheme of things. "Yah." Is her subdued reply to the rest as if she isn't quite processing it all yet, but as the adreneline burns off more it'll surely punch her in the guts. Landing at least, is distracting enough to keep her from thinking too hard about much else. She doesn't make so much as a peep until the Raptor is maglocked to the deck and it's powered down. When her helmet comes off and a gloved hand has a chance to run back over her scalp she leans over and peers back at Isolde, "Good job out there."
Eva manages to make it back to the deck, she even manages to get herself elevatored back onto the deck. What she does not manage to do, is get herself out of the viper cockpit. She needs a couple of deck monkeys and a generous application of wrenches, hammers, and a portable blowtorch to cut her out of the thing. Well, what can you expect after you get yourself nearly blow up. So while they crew is working, Eva's waiting, sitting, staring, the Leonis flag she keeps in her viper in her hands.
Anyone expecting the 'Wrath of Caprica' probably didn't know the woman quite as well as they thought. She's passionate, but there's really not a mean bone in her body, the sort of person who ended up in the Navy because she happened to be the one person in a hick town that could fly a plane. Shellshocked and on the verge of breakdown, she manages -not- to completely fall apart in the cockpit, but that's all she manages. Her Viper returns to formation, and through what remains of the battle fights in it, the pilot taking commands and following them, picking targets and assisting, but... inside the cockpit, her hand is shaking on the stick. Plainly said, the young woman is not going to make Ace off her mentor's death. The RTB call is only the smallest relief, as she turns to coast back home with the rest of the squadron.
"Milkman also approaching bingo fuel." Van picks up another couple of scrapes, dents, and scratches on his Viper, but he's still flying, and in addition to the Cypers, Raiders, and Heavies that he, Cap, and Roara have downed, he has another couple of solo kills. The fact that he heard Irene and Isolde's Raptor going through landing protocols helps him focus. When the recall order is given, he lets out a breath, adding, "If I have more than a burst or two of Kew," he pronounces the acronym, "rounds left, I'll be surprised. Hammerhead, Babyface, I'll follow you in." Mostly to keep an eye on Cap, but he's not going to say that.
Isolde doesn't add more to her though there, but she is a bit slow in getting out of her seat. Then she looks over to Irene, and she offers a small smile as she works her own helmet off. "Thanks... one of my first real scrambles that was that intense. I mean, getting off Canceron was intense, but that didn't require shooting nukes." She then rubs her own hands back through her hair before she starts to go through the landing checklist. She is up out of her seat finally, and starts to get the hatch open. "You did awesome work, too." It has the right sentiment, but her tone is still a bit ghostly.
Webb makes sure the other pilots have landed before doing so himself. He climbs out of the cockpit, removing his helmet and rubbing his sweaty face with his gloved hand. He looks around, taking stock of his crew. Serious injuries from SAR rescues are taken straight to Galactica, not Vanguard, but some medics are on hand to tend to anyone who landed of their own volition and came out wounded.
Calliope takes extra time doing the post-flight in her Raptor. To compose herself. Ish. Her face is puffy and red as she emerges, helmet off. At least she's sobbed out and has mostly reached that drained stage. She takes in the wounded, and the work by the deckies required to get Eva out of her Raptor, and the damage to the birds all around. Running a hand through her sweaty blonde hair.
Having landed and had his relatively pristine viper (save for the fuel levels) returned to the deck hands, Finn heads away from the ships and off to find Eva. He sneaks a quick drink from his flask as he approaches her and then slips it back into his flight suit inner pocket. "I think I they'll be starting to give out awards for pilots who take the least damage in combat. I think I have that one in the bag. It's like perfect attendance..."
It's probably no surprise that Cap isn't quick out of her Viper. In fact, she sits in there long enough that eventually some of the deck crew investigate, poking around the Viper for signs of damage, and someone eventually popping the canopy. There's no shocking reveal though. The young woman is fine, in relative terms. Fine compared to those being transported to Galactica, or those being treated on the spot. But probably not fine by alternate measure. She does, of her own accord, pull off her helmet, blonde hair heavy with sweat, sticking to her face. Her eyes are red, even still. One deckhand shrugs at another: they're not about to try and order an officer down, and there's other more important work to do.
Socks has the sad fate to wait until the elevator takes his viper down to the pressurized deck before he can pop the seal on his helmet. It's a small struggle to open the canopy, but he hands off his helmet to the deck crew and smirks as the crewmember looks at all of the burns on his uniform. "Where's the drycleaner?" he asks as he climbs out of the viper cockpit and stretches. "Holey moley, that was a hairy furball!" he sighs, feeilng the jitters after his adrenaline dumps. After a brief chat with his deck boss, he takes a look around at to some of the other pilots.
Webb overhears Finn's remark as he's stripping off his gloves. "They ought to. Maybe it would counter-balance the wankers who decide to throw ships away like they grow on trees." Not a happy Spider here. He looks over at Socks, and says, "Not bad out there for your first time with us, mate."
Van, unlike some of the other pilots, is definitely quick out of his ship once the canopy is open, giving the damage to his bird a once-over, then pulling off his helmet and standing up in his cockpit. He spots the badly-damaged Raptor that Irene and Isolde were in on the crowded flight deck, and gets his boot on the first step of the ladder down just as soon as it's locked in place. On the way over, he gives Calliope a clap on the shoulder, "Nice flying, Bullseye." It's just a drive-by, however, because he's headed straight to Isolde, looking her over to make sure the flight suit is un-punctured given the damage to her bird. When he sees that she's unhurt, he lets out a breath, offering a nod to Irene, "Nice job." He steps close to Isolde, reaching out to clasp her upper arm lightly and offer the ECO a smile.
Eva would normally be banging on the canopy by now, it's taking her so long to get cut out. But she isn't. She isn't really doing anything, except staring off into space. Finally, the crew manage to pry the canopy off, and she leans forward, tucking the flag back where she got it from. This bird is unlikely to fly again anytime soon, so she'll probably need to move it to a new one, along with her emergency rations, but that can wait. Rising from her seat, she starts to make her way down the ladder. Wonder of wonders, despite being hit by a missile, the woman herself is completely unscathed. She makes it as far as the base of the steps of the when Finn comes up to meet her. She pauses, studying Finn in silence. A hand rises, cupping his cheek for a moment, before she allows it to fall. "I don't have a scratch on me." At least she manages a little friendly competitiveness.
Irene pops her straps and herself free of the pilot's seat in just about one motion. Her feet are stamped to cure her jelly legs, helmet is tucked under arm and she moves to the hatch to help crack it open. She offers a faint smile, but it's more a thing of relief than joy. "Thanks." She adds once the hatch is clear and she can step out. As she does, she reaches up to pull her hair free of its twist and brushes it out with her fingers. Gods only know how, but she still manages to look picture perfect, even after all that. The raptor however, does not. The wrenchmonkeys are going to be busy with that. "I think I'll get out of the way, ahead of the tears... Bye, and I hope you have a proper name next time we're out like this." She nods to Van as well, "Same to you, sir. Thanks for the save."
Isolde glances to Irene now that the hatch is open and the ECO is on the deck. She rubs a bit at her shoulder, rolling the joint, and then she steps forward. Her eyes flicker up to Cap's Viper, and then back to Van. She slips up close to Milkman, and whispers, "Yeah, thanks." She smiles up at the Viper pilot, and then settles her gaze on Spider. She winces slightly at his comments, and then ducks her head slightly. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?" Then she looks to Irene and offers a small salute. "See you around, Iris." Her eyes track until she spots Calliope. She raises a small hand toward the Raptor pilot.
Yanking her helmet free, Roara is a storm coming down from her bird. Her dark curls are pulled tightly back per uniform but a few strands bounce free as she clambers down to the floor. Running a gloved hand across her brow to remove the sheen of sweat, she marches across the deck towards Cap's Viper. "Hey," she starts gently, tugging at an itch beneath her flight suit. Damn, that's been bothering her. "HEY." Stern, now. Offering a nudging gesture with her chin, the Picon pat-pats the nose of the little ship, producing a hollow metallic sound. "C'mon."
Calliope looks toward Eva's Viper, letting out a long sigh of relief as the woman emerges without a scratch. She can't manage a smile at Van, but she does give him a little nod and mutter a, "Thanks." She tracks him toward Isolde's Raptor, though, striding toward the ECO and Irene. "Frakked up, right? You guys OK?"
Salvae grins at the praise and nods to Webb, "Thanks Spider, my first real dogfight," he admits. Ten years of simulators and training flights finally paid off! He runs his hands over the bullet holes in the viper, noting how close he was to death, he takes a steadying breath, a few inches lower and his legs would have been cut off by the blast that got him.
Van follows Isolde's glance to Webb, but looks back to Irene first, "I used to fly one of these big beasts. I don't like seeing them get torn up. But I'm sure you two had it covered." He stands easily close to Isolde, his hand moving around to her back just to keep the connection in place. Roara's shouting draws his attention for a moment, and he grimaces as he looks up to Cap's Viper. And then he realizes that he didn't ask, "Did we lose anyone else?" Besides the hero who disappeared in nuclear fire, "I heard something about Jigger?"
Webb casts his frown around, surveying the crew. "Anyone need a medic?" A good leader would say something inspiring, try to get them to buck up. But alas, they've got Webb. "Good job making it back in one piece. Asa -" he calls over to her. "You're 'Pi' now till someone comes up with something better. Like the math thing." Ever so scientific is Webb. He looks to Van. "Jigger got picked up by SAR - he's on his way to Galactica's infirmary."
The sound registers, and Cap looks down. "O-oh, sorry sir, do they need to move it?" She's not 100% there, obviously, even oblivious to the fact that her own meltdown is the problem. "Right, right," she mumbles. In the same robotic manner that carried her through the rest of the engagement, she goes through the brief necessities of post-flight and extracts herself from the cockpit, making it out and down the ladder without any incident. "Is there going to be a debrief?" This, too, comes in a weird, very matter-of fact, and otherwise hollow tone.
"Aye sir..." Finn replies to Webb and he offers him a nod. "Guess everyone should be able to avoid gettin' shot like me, sir." A beat pause, "Or other people equally skilled at it." He glances around though at all of the heavily damaged vipers. His attention then shifts back to Eva as she comes out of the cokcpit and he falls silent as her hand touches his cheek, "I think I bumped my knee one time there..." he jokes. This isn't a time for jokes, but it's that or get hammered and the CAG is standing right there.
"We sure did. We ate one, but pulled through alright. That's a win. Isolde's a real sharp shooter on the guns too." Irene answers both Van and Calliope, after hopping down to the deck proper. She sweeps her arm back towards the Raptor and the scorched and warped section of hull that took the brunt of the missile strike. "And I heard you're an ace now?" She prompts the other Raptor pilot, her tone semi-incredulous but light. She steps her way as she says it, looking the other blonde over as if she expects to see some shining aura of Ace-hood around her.
"Pretty sure that Raptor isn't calibrated anymore," Isolde says, nodding to the banged up ship she just came out of. She crosses her arms a bit at her chest, leaning awkwardly into her hip. "But, yeah, okay." She looks at Caps' Viper. "Wish Jia was still on the Galactica. She would be up that ladder already, getting Cap out of her ship." She flicks a glance toward Calliope and Irene, explaining, "My sister. She's a shrink. Real helpful as long as she's not trying to headshrink you. Then she is incredibly invasive and annoying." Then she stuffs her hands into her flightsuit. "Jigger?" She blinks and then shakes her head, looking worried. "I haven't heard. Webb would know by now, wouldn't he?" She starts looking around for Spider. She doesn't have to look hard as there he is, bellowing at her with her new callsign. She blinks. "Ah, yes, sir. The mathematical constant that represen -- " She stops herself, and just nods. "Pi it is, sir." She glances to Milkman with her brows arched slightly, but does not comment further.
Eva's eyes flick over towards Webb, but they don't linger. Back to Finn, her voice pitched low, "We should have left him in that barn. No good deed goes unpunished." She doesn't move away from her wing man's side, though she does turn in a slow arc to take in the damage done and the people coming down from their ships. "Where are we needed?"
"He was...umm...the front of his ship was pretty frakked up but I think the cockpit was OK," Calliope says, of Jigger. "I think SAR was towing him back. I heard something about that over the comms, I think..." She nods weakly at Webb's words. There you go. She blinks at Irene. "Oh. Yeah. I guess." Of her ace status. Mostly, she just seems unable to process that right now. Mostly, she just looks puffy-faced from her bout of cockpit-sobbing, and numb. It's not an inspiring aura. Isolde does get a weak grin. "We can totally do better than Pi."
Roara falls in by Caprica's side. All furrowed brow, she's every bit the polar opposite of maternal comfort. "You're alright," she informs the JG as if it were that easy. Pulling off one glove with aggressive force, she swings up a small dark palm to smack Cap in the center of her back. See?! THIS IS COMFORTING. The physical contact is quickly broken and the hand darts to Roara's person.
Van nods slowly at Webb's response, glancing down to Isolde to see what the ECO thinks of the callsign. "Good." He glances around the flight deck, pitching his voice up slightly, "Then we took the worst the Toasters could throw at us. And we stopped them. Showed they don't always get what they want. Not when the Wolves are around." He steps slightly away from Isolde, looking around, "In fact, we sent them running. How many times have you seen that before? Cylons running so fast that they leave others behind?" Granted, that is an incredibly rosy view of what just happened.
Webb nods to Van, pointing his finger at the Picon pilot. "Now there's the right attitude. We sent them packing. Took down a base star. But we've got to do even better. Every pilot, every plane needs to be brought home." He sighs, then slants a look over at Cap. "Only debrief I think we need is over a pint. But that's got to wait. I expect we'll be at alert for a time yet. Get cleaned up. Rest if you can." And then he's starting to wander off.
"It isn't that, bad, actually. Pi is a mathematical constant... an assurance. A guarantee that never changes." Isolde starts to smile a bit. "Kinda a compliment if you dig really deep enough." Then her smile drops. "Or a real pain in the ass." She narrows her eyes after Spider slightly. "And easily confused for the baked good." Then she glances slightly toward Spider before she lets herself get distracted once more by the others. She rubs a bit at her shoulder again. "I heard that Galactica got hit pretty hard. I'm going to message over there, make sure she's okay." Her tone is almost fretful. Even if the move to the Vanguard is a big deal, she cannot let go of her affection for the Galactica. "Uhm... meet in the bunks?"
"Ah, y-yes sir, fine," Cap answers, swaying a bit under the not entirely gentle backslap. "I didn't, I mean, I don't think I got so much as a scratch." She turns to look back at her Viper, as if disbelieving of this fact and needing some visual proof. But there it is. A pristine Viper, or as close as one is going to find on a combat taskforce seeing as much duty as this. "Fine sir," she then repeats, nodding. And, of course, totally in shock and adding a bit of survivor's guilt to the whole thing. But fine! No holes! See?!
There's a faint smirk from Finn at Eva, but it is half hearted. Today was a shitty day. "Needed? Doubt there's much we can do anyway, Cherry. I'm not fixin vipers tonight. I'm getting very drunk, Gods willing." His voice is also pitched low. And then he looks over at Isolde, arching an eyebrow at her, "I would have gone with AMHGIGO myself...But I guess Pi is fine too." A beat pause, and he adds on, "Nerd." because everyone's callsign has to have some negative connotation.
"I think I'm going to hit the showers," Calliope says. More sobbing might ensue there. She'll find her way back to the bunks eventually.
Irene reaches over to gently rub Calliope's arm sympathetically. "I might have something stronger than biscuits stashed away, if you want to celebrate, or the opposite of that." Bus drivers gotta stick together. To her and the others, "Clearing the deck though, before they see what I did to this tub." A little, elegant sort of palm out salute is offered (but no name suggestions) and she walks off still on slightly jello legs.
"That's right," Roara confirms. The lean muscles of her neck shift with a gulp and she tugs at the collar of her suit. Her attention follows Cap's to the Viper as she side-steps away. Though her expression is marked with concern, her mouth contorts and fights to remain closed. With another tilt of her chin, she gestures towards off towards the rest of the ship, where pilots who came in ahead of them might be getting cleaned up even now. She leaves Cap in silence, showing the blonde the back of her head as she makes her way to do just that.
Eva considers, seeing the pilots and ECOs all seemingly either dispersing, or heading to other duties. With her luck, she's going to end up being one of the alert vipers. Her eyes return to Finn. "You can get drunk later, Farm Boy. I need you sober for a while yet." A shake of her head though, "I wasn't about to say that on comms repeatedly. Pi works, for now." She heads off herself, trusting that Finn will fall into step with her.
Van nods to Webb, waiting for the CAG to take over, then grimaces as the man turns around and walks off. He sighs, glances around the flight deck again, then just shakes his head, looking back to Isolde as she mulls over the temporary callsign, "It's better than Milkman." Finn's suggestion gets a confused look, "AMHGIGO?" He shakes that off though, and then looks back to Isolde, "I'll be back there soon myself, Izzy." Irene is saluting, so Van returns it, palm out as well.
Isolde joins the slight exodus off the deck, heading to check in with Galactica and then wander around before heading to the bunks. She waves to those she knows as she goes.
Eva's words cut Finn to the core. You cut me deep, Cherry. You cut me real deep. He frowns at her, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he to Van, shrugging at him, "Asa's Mom Has Got It Going On." he replies and clears his throat, "Y'know...The whole...is she hot or not thing?" And then he moves off to follow Eva.
Van chuckles at Finn's suggestion, a tired, drained sort of sound. "Funny. You get to tell her what it means though. I'd like to actually be in her mother's good graces at some point, ever." He nods to Finn and Eva as they depart, then goes to check on a couple more pilots and eventually wanders off the flight deck himself. As he goes, he digs out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes and tries to pull one out with hands that are shaking now as the adrenaline finally leaches its way out of his body.
Fortunately, it seems that Cap is mostly taking Roara's cues, or at least, that lacking anything remotely approaching another idea of what the hell to do with herself, she takes direction wherever she finds it, in the nearest familiar and remotely authoritative presence. And look, as she's conveniently shown, everyone else is headed out too. She's a pilot, they're all pilots, they're going that way to clean up. So simply following along makes sense, or as much sense as anything is going to. With helmet tucked in arm, the disheveled woman falls in with the crowds to join in all the typical post-combat routine. The showers, maybe some grub, and rack time. She's just not exactly striking up any boisterous conversations along the way.