AWD #085: Another Day Another CAP
Another Day Another CAP
Summary: Returning from CAP, Phin manages to prove that not all Air Wing / Deckie conversations end with someone on the brig.
Date: 01/04/2013
Related Logs: References to: Mob Mentality
Phin Toby 
Hanger Bay, Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Each hangar deck is divided into five one-hundred yard sections, each divided from the others by massive blast doors that close vertically from the floor and overhead. Each hangar section houses all of the Vipers, Raptors, and Predators that the wing operates as well as the vital work areas to support and maintain these fighting platforms. Each bay is large enough to accommodate one of these frames and still get heavy work done, though the fore- and aft-most sections are dedicated to overhauls and major work to be done. The bays along the center section are located across from launch tubes and elevators in order to provide scramble and Alert-Five capabilities. The second-to-aft bay provides major elevator and transport access to the starboard bay as well as the major manufacturing facility. Due to the nature of the work, the hangar decks are major hubs of activity at all hours of the day and all but four hours overnight.
AWD #85

Phin has been on CAP, flying wing to a nondescript Viper LT. He's just come in for a landing, plane's been lowered down the elevator, and he's popped his canopy and started going through his post-flight. He scribbles down a few random observations from the flight, then goes over an instrument check in the cockpit. It's all routine. It was a quiet patrol, as CAPs over Piraeus tend to be.

Being the new guy on deck, Toby gets the best jobs, all of them. Not being perhaps as green as some past recruits he declined to go to the stores for a can of stripy paint earlier and is now busy carting a FOD bin from where a group of mechanics had been doing work on a viper to where they're about to start work on a raptor. Not that there's much rush mind, as they've all buggered off to the mess for a mid-shift break. As the elevators are near his route he pauses once its clear that something is coming down then nods to Phin as he's recognised. "Didn't break anything I hope?" he calls over conversationally."

"Hey, Recruit," Phin says to Toby with a grin that's friendly, in a polite sort of way, as he climbs out of his Viper. He's got a few more checklist-y things to do outside the plane. He chuckles. "Not that time out, no. I did notice the bird's right thruster was kind of slower than norm, when I had her up. Wasn't doing anything I figure is dangerous, but I made a note of it. Might be worth a look if there's time between refuels."

"Don't do engines," Toby replies with a faint shrug, "I push bins." As if to prove the point he points at said bin, which his is in fact, pulling, but never mind. "Board ain't too busy today though so you might get lucky, but we're a tech down so it might have to wait." Dio being in the brig and all.

Phin nods to Toby. "Gotcha. Just see that it gets handed off to one of the maintenance guys, I guess." He finishes up his post-flight, which apart from his little scribble about the thruster shows nothing amiss. "What happened?" he asks, with vague sort of concern, when Toby mentions being down a tech.

"If it's in there," Toby replies, pointing to the paperwork, "it'll get to them, but I can keep an eye on the board and see when it appears for you if you want." He really doesn't do engines though, even when he's not on bin duty. The question gets a faint nod in the very vague direction of the SecHub, "not sure if he took a swing at that Damage Control Lieutenant or if the lieutenant took a swing at him, either way the MPs weren't too happy and they're both cooling off for a bit."

"The DC…Oh." It's trailed off from a question into sudden understanding, from Phin. He winces, nods, and doesn't ask anything else. "You guys'll get to it when you can, I'm sure." He goes over to deposit his checklist in the place where pilots are supposed to leave such things. Shaking his head slight. "Hopefully they won't hold him too long. Ship's on edge lately. Moreso than usual. And between you and me…" He smirks. "What I know of the DCO? He was totally asking for it."

"I wouldn't know," Toby deadpans back, because obviously he wasn't there and the bruise on his cheek is from where he walked into a locker door. "I hope not, he's was going to show me a few tricks with the Vipers," he continues, nodding briefly towards the one Phin just landed, "not really up to speed on them yet I must admit. Still, my bit on 'em is similar enough to the Raptors that it shouldn't take too long."

"You're new in from Picon, right?" Phin asks. Not asking anything more about the fight that Toby clearly wasn't involved in. "You been enlisted long? If you're coming from working civilian craft, I guess the Raptors'd be less of a transition."

Toby nods to the first bit, "yeah, transferred over from Col Sprees lot, signed up when I got here so really not long at all, peacetime I reckon I'd still be in bootcamp." There's a brief glance towards the Raptors and he nods again, "yeah, they're closer, although my specific systems are almost identical in places. Your suits, the oxygen calcs, fire suppression. They're integrated weirdly but the basic systems are the same."

"Commonalities amongst differences or…something," Phin says with a shrug. Extending a hand to Toby for shaking purposes. He's a righty. "Anyway, I guess I should say welcome aboard. For what it's worth, I've been assigned here since before the Cylon attacks. It's a good ship, good people. Even if it's kind of…stressed in places now."

"Or something yeah," Toby answers as he takes the offered hand. "Thanks, Toby Shackleton by the way, can't remember if we got that far before or if I was too busy explaning to you why the Silverstars were going to lose." He then nods to the comments about the ship and crew, "yeah, stressed seems one way of putting it. I know I've been here a whole five minutes, but something needs to vent somewhere or it could get ugly."

"Phin McBride," the pilot gives his name, for his part. His shake is firm but he doesn't try to pump Toby too much. "And no. I don't think we did. But at least you remember that. Sadly, you don't remember that you were wrong. They totally would've had this season. If not for the whole destruction of the worlds, thing." He smirks. "Yeah, I remember that. Had…stuff to discuss with my CO. I think it's resolved now, though." Whether he's happy with how it resolved is…unclear.

Toby blows out his cheeks with a faint 'pft'. "They're offence was good I'll give you that, second maybe third best in the league most likely, but the defence was green and untested. Woulda crumbled at the first sign of a hostile play." He shakes his head a little then moves on. "That was your CO? Didn't look like he was a happy man but I'm glad it's sorted. Don't think I've seen him down here though, he still get out there or just fly a desk?"

"He..wasn't happy, no," Phin understates. "But, yeah. It's done now. And yeah, the Lieutenant Colonel flies. Lots of missions back and forth to Picon these days. He's an old hat search-and-rescue guy. Not that there isn't plenty of desk work to take care of right now." Something on his peripheral vision catches his attention, and his eyes lock on another one of the waiting Vipers. One with a '9' painted on it.

Toby listens the the reply, taking the opportunity to lean on the bin since he's paused for the conversation, he just needs a smoke to complete the picture. Such things are of course though, not allowed on the deck. Seeing the pilot suddenly focus on another bird he follows the glaze, guessing which particular one has caught his attention and even why, but he asks anyway, "anything wrong?"

Phin turns away from the 9-painted Viper, pointedly. "I don't see a thing, man." Shrug.

Toby mimics the shurg and turns back to face the pilot again, "good stuff. If you'd spotted something wrong we'd have had to take it off ready and the paperwork for that is a ballache. Still, better safe than sorry eh?"

"Paperwork's a bitch. Best to avoid it when you can," Phin says. "Anyway. Like I said. I didn't see a thing. Nobody'll hear about it from me. I'm going to take off, though. Hit the showers." He doesn't exactly seem to disapprove of the graffiti, but he's lost the urge to hang and shoot the shit on the hangar deck.

"Aye, that it is," Toby agrees with a nod, standing up again properly as the pilot makes to leave. "I'll keep my eye on the board for you, let you know about that thruster." One good turn and all that.

"Thanks," Phin mutters to Toby, before taking his leave of the hangar. Bound for the Head now that his shift is done.

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