AWD #328: A Remarkably Civil Conversation
A Remarkably Civil Conversation
Summary: Toby dumps a bit of a worrying piece of intelligence on Elias.
Date: 15/05/2016
Related Logs: Rhino Hunt
Elias Toby 
Map Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
AWD #328

Elias has been unusually difficult to locate of late — absent from the Map Room for hours at a time with no recourse but to leave a message for him. So it is nearly twenty-four hours before Toby receives a response, and a summons to meet the Intel Officer up in CIC-land. And there he is, returned to the Command lair and smoking a cigarette as he studies an astrogation chart on the main display. His pressed blues and fresh face make it clear the Major just came on shift.

Toby had been on shift when the summons came, but having obtained the permission of the deck chief to absent himself (much easier with a summons from Intel), he's now on deck 2. Having not stopped to grab his green jacket after divesting his coveralls he's here in his tanks which shows off a wide selection of tattoos on his arms, but does in part catch up for the time spent hunting down the deck chief. Ducking through the hatch he pauses to gaze round the room for a moment, orientating himself before he heads over towards Major. "Sleep well I take it?"

There's a sidelong glance towards the crewman, and then a hint of a wry smile from Elias for Toby's query. "Yes," he says before flicking off the display. The young Major turns towards the Deckie and takes a long, considering drag on his smoke. "What can I do for your, Crewman? Not here to file a comment for my next perforamance evaluation, I hope?"

"Could do if you like," Toby replies as he reaches into the log pocket of his trousers and pulls out an old looking photograph before passing it to Elias. "Everyone who went to Aerlion has seen it," he notes first, then, "we found it in one of the rhinos. And, before you ask, I've checked the onboard datadrives and they were wiped when they were put into storage. All they give us is the two services they received in the months before War Day." The picture is badly faded, of someone in an old Colonial Fleet uniform, bearing Captain pins, standing beside the nose of a Rhino bearing the name 'Ares' Fist'. No notes on the back, and the pilot's name isn't readable on his uniform. The kicker, his face is an exact match for the One who shot up the Mess Hall seven months or so ago.

"I'll leave that to your discretion." Elias does not sound particularly concerned about job evaluations, should such a thing ever happen again. He's quite a bit more interested in the photo Toby produces, receiving it with a curious arch of his brows. The face in that picture gives the Major a moment of unease, and his lips compress into a tight line of distaste. And after the story of its discovery is relayed, Elias gives a slow nod. "I see. Do you recall who first found the photo? And exactly where it was aboard the Rhino?"

With no further immediate use for his arms, Toby cross them over his chest as he lets the major examine the photograph. "PO Antioch found it in the cockpit of Rhino 744, I'm not sure exactly where, but I'm sure she could tell you. She didn't recognise the face though, so passed it off to me as a 'oh and I found this' rather than raising the alert immediately. I then took it to show Captain St. Clair who requested the examination of the data drives I mentioned previously."

Elias glances up from the photo as Toby answers, then crosses to his clipboard to make a few notes. "And these Rhinos had been in storage since before War Day?" he asks, even as he writes. "With luck our good Captain is long dead," this said with a fatalistic acceptance that they will not be so lucky, "but we'll see about tracking him down." Tucking the picture in with his paperwork, Elias looks back to give Toby a thoughtful once over. "Anything else, Crewman?"

"From the information we were given they were taken out of normal rotation about two years ago," Toby replies, "which would fit with the wiping of the datadrives. Last recording on them of a service was about two months before the attacks started, but there's no way to tell who ran the checks, other than it was more likely technicians then pilots obviously." He has nothing more to add and nods once to indicate such, before freeing one hand to gesture into the pile the photo has disappeared into, "old photo though, old uniform too. Might have been there a while." Hopefully not first cylon war while, but he'll leave that delightful puzzle for the eggheads to unpick. "I reckon that was all, for now."

Another note is made for the dates provided, then Elias frowns thoughtfully at his own scrawling before setting the clipboard aside. "Yes," he agrees the photo may have been there for years, and it's with a certain dark humor that he notes, "Quite a coincidence." And since their business seems to be concluded, the Major gives permission to go. "Very well. That's all, then."

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