Listen Up
Who: Cole Taylor (npc) Where: Avalon, Ready Room 1 When: An hour after jump to rally point.
“TEN-HUT!” One of the pilots called out in the ready room as the Commander of the Air Group entered. Pilots snapped to their feet at attention. Major Cole Taylor in crisp steps walked up to stand behind the podium.
“At ease, take your seats,” He waited for a beat while his pilots sat. “I’ll get to the point, we’re frakked right now, but it doesn’t mean we’re done. We have taken significant loses, but as I speak the fleet is regrouping near Tauron.
“I’m afraid we have no good news from Caprica, Gemenon, Picon, and Scorpia. From all indications the Cylons smashed through our defensive lines and have bombarded the planet with nukes. There is no hope of immediate relief. I know some of us have family on those colonies, and I share that same sickening feeling you have now in your gut, but we have to put that away. We have a job to perform.
“So listen up,” he pound his fist on the podium. “We have unconfirmed reports of that networks were hacked. It might have been an E.W. attack or they gain access to our passcodes. As a pre-caution, the XO has ordered our ships not to network. So we’re shutting down nets between strike crafts, effective immediately. We are not simply going to power them down. I want each net terminal physically disconnected.” It was a firm order from the CAG.
“Now for some better news, if we don’t receive the FORCECOM flag in 3 hours. Avalon will join the fight and regroup with the rest of the fleet. I don’t know about you, but this has been the longest hour of my life. So if you have a little religion, pray to your gods of choice that we don’t have to wait that long.”
A few minutes later after issuing the CAP rotation and contingency orders, he was ready to end the formal brief. “If you have any questions, you can come see me, copy. “ He closed his briefing book. “Happy hunting. Dis-Miss."