AWD #391: A Right Balls of an Idea
A Right Balls of an Idea
Summary: The new Deck Chief grant permission for development of a new firefighting technique.
Date: 17/07/2016
Related Logs: None
Alex Toby 
Observation Deck - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The Obs Deck is one of the more quiet areas on the ship where people can come to get away from the hustle and bustle that goes with the rest of service in the fleet. The front of the room is a very large armored glass window to allow a dominating view of whatever is out ahead of the battlestar. Seats rise up at even levels, plush chairs and couches provided for the crew to relax in. During Condition One an armored plate is lowered down to cover the view and prevent the room from becoming a hazard and sealing it tight.
AWD #391

A distorted ring dissipates before it can form into anything noticeable. It drifts up towards the vent where it's sucked up and all the harmful junk is filtered out of the air properly. It's a rare thing to find a Deck Chief away from the deck and not at Mess, in rack, or not in a meeting. Alex has her feet propped up by a plastic green crate that she must have brought in herself. At least she's keeping her boots off the furniture. She's slumped back into one of the couches as she watches the view of Pireaus. Her hands are folded over her stomach as she takes a moment to close her eyes, smoke curling up from the cigarette between her fingers.

Toby has been off-duty for a while now, as is immediately obvious to anyone by the fact that he's wearing fleet issue PT trousers and a decidedly non-fleet issue pyramid league top (Tauron Bulls, incase anyone even doubted for a moment). By the sheen on his forehead, the ball tucked under his arm, and the following aroma he's been in the fitness centre playing a pick-up game, and has decided that there's somewhere more pressing to be than the shower. Once he's through the hatch he scans around, apparently looking for someone in particular, and apparently finding them too given the way he strides over towards Alex. "Chief," he greets once close enough to not have to raise his voice, "you got a moment?"

The scent hits her first, or maybe is that offends her first? Alex wrinkles her nose slightly at the ripeness that is universally and distinctly man-sweat. "I'm way more familiar with that smell than I ever wanted to be," she announces to no one in particular in a longsuffering way. She cracks her eyes to look at Toby. "Callaghan didn't try to count the nuts did she?" she asks as she straightens up, pulling her legs down from the crate. She takes a drag from her cigarette and blows it out the side so it doesn't hit Toby in the face.

Toby doesn't look particularly apologetic about having come straight from the gym, but then there's an air of purpose about him which suggests either it hasn't even occurred to him to, or he's decided something is more important. The comment about Niamh stops him for a moment though and he replies cautiously, "not that I'm aware of?" Then slips the pyramid ball out from under his arm and tosses it gently towards Alex. "Not sure how much my record says," he starts, new chief after all, "but I used to work in mine safety, so rescue, firefighting, confined spaces, all that sort of thing. Lots of it has transferred across," he is a survival systems tech after all, "and I've just had an idea that might help us with fires in confined spaces."

Alex keeps the cigarette between her lips as she catches the pyramid ball. She smirks, "Give it time. Someone will ask her how many there are…mark my words," she shrugs and then rests then starts to absently spin the ball in her hands. "Yeah I remember." She flicks her wrist to try and get the ball to spin in one hand. When Toby says he has an idea and the words fire and confined enter the mix, Alex slaps the ball back into her other hand and settles to give him more attention. "Shoot."

Taking advantage of not being on duty Toby parks himself on a chair and gets comfortable. "Dunno if you ever went to Tauron," he starts, "but while the rich were certainkly rich, the rest of us had it harder. Very productive planet, but most of the money went elsewhere, and we saw frak all of it." He pauses for a moment there, before it becomes a political rant, then brings it back on track. "Anyway, I'd be lying if I said our equipment was state of the art. Owners didn't care basically, off world consortiums don't give a shit for working Taurans. We had to make do. One of the items in the very back of our gear shed were some glass balls, just a touch bigger than that one." He notions his head towards the one she's now holding. "They were basically useless and mostly broken, but had been developed decades before as a sort of throwable fire extinguisher. Throw the ball, the glass breaks, water spills onto the fire. Now, we've got a better understanding of things, and fire suppresent chemicals. We'd likely want something other than glass, but if we can work out the best containment and chemical mix we'd likely have something we could throw at the base of a fire to put it out. Rather than having to try and get in with hoses or extinguishers."

"No," though Alex listens to what Toby has to say anyways. She leans forward to prop her elbows on her thighs. A grin begins to form as Toby continues to talk. She flips the ball a little, from on hand to the other. The size is just taunting to be played with. "I like the idea. Can't be tested on the ship. Get a list together of what you need. Check with Fairfax's EOD attachment. They might be able to help as well. I can see multiple uses for this sort of mechanism." She leans towards him and reaches out to dump the ball in his lap.

Toby nods quickly to the comment about not being tested onboard. "I've doing training sessions with some of the airwing down on P before, there's places we can use there that won't risk the ship." A grin starts to form on his face as Alex seems to like the idea, then it freezes as she mentions the marines. "You mind asking for a liaison or such from them? Never have got on with marines so I tend to limit exposure where I can. One on one doing a project, I can cope with that, but poking about and talking to loads of 'em? That's basically asking for trouble." He does have the decency to look apologetic at that at least, then sticks a hand out to stop the ball rolling out of his lap.

"If you want a liaison? It's Callaghan." No sympathy here. "Have her find an EOD for you, but this is your project Shackleton. You're going to have to learn how to work with people you don't like, because saving lives is more important…Just work on it." The Chief pulls no punches on responsibility. Still, she breaks out with a small supportive grin. "Smart thinking Toby."

Toby had been meaning a liaison from the marines, rather than deck, but after a brief blink of surprise he nods once. "Callaghan, got it. It'll give her a chance to get to know more of the crew." Positives all round. With nothing more to add right now he pushes himself to his feet, ball still in hand, "I'll let you know if we make any progress. Working out the best content should be the easy bit, the tough one will be the container, but we'll see. Thansk for your time Chief," and with that he turns to head out, and maybe shower.

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