AWD #234: Any One You Can Walk Away From
Any One You Can Walk Away From
Summary: Kelsey brings another Raptor home (or most of it) while the shuttle raptor brings a skinjob back on board.
Date: 28/08/13
Related Logs: None
Kelsey Toby Naomi 
Hangar 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 #234

With activity ramping up towards the invasion of Picon, air ops have an increased tempo. There's already rumors of some kind of high-risk strike floating around. But the war goes on until then. One-time knuckledraggers, you'd think, would have more respect. Kelsey Wescott's Raptor is shot up. Again. Most of the weapons store pylons are empty except for half her 20mm and a couple missiles. Someone had a long morning because she's also an hour overdue. That'll be another hour she wastes trying to explain it to her CO who probably won't be happy. When the hatch opens, she's already out of her helmet and she flops down onto the winglet and just sits there on the edge. She'll park it in a minute. Squire looks like she just sweat off half her body weight. Her suit, if you get close enough, smells like it too.

One of the joys of returning from a flight is the post-flight checklist and once the pilot is out of the cockpit Toby heads over to present her with the clipboard. He even has a pen if she needs one. Giving the bird a quick glance over he can already hear in his head the likely responce from the airframe guys when it gets to them but for now he limits himself to. "Welcome home Ensign, any one you can walk away from and all that." A pause, then, "there's blank pages at the back if you need any."

Kels looks up to Toby and grunts. She's totalled two Raptors already. One is debris on the Picon landscape, the other was bulldozed off the hangar deck. "I think you're profiling," she observes, looking at the checklist and actually finding blank pages. "That's illegal or something." Screw the helmet, she groaaaans as she gets back to her feet. A pen is plucked from a pocket on the outside of her suit and she starts notating the damage. "Look man, seriously, I don't understand why I gotta deal with the paperwork when someone else shot this damned thing up." A sigh. "Okay, Primary Hydro is out. The bus on the TRAFICs, I think, blew out and you'll probably need new cards for it. We've got a fuel leak somewhere, and hell if I know where." Kelsey lifts the pen and points at the port engine which has a large chunk blown off the cowling. "That? That's, I swear to the Gods, cosmetic. Hand to Zeus." Right.

"Ever considered switching to Vipers?" Toby asks, casually, as the annotations begin. He doesn't finish with a smart quip about being able to build more of those though, figuring it's possibly just a little too soon for that one just now. Nodding at each point mentioned he peers at the cowling for a moment then shrugs slightly, "looks like an airframe issue to me," making it Sera's problem, not his. "I'd say the paperwork is the reward for a commission, but then we get a load of it too so can't be that. Still, better to have to fill in a form of three than invite a load of toasters onboard to do it for you I guess."

Speaking of inviting toasters on board! There's a shuttle raptor making a landing and about to disembark its passengers: a few civs from Piraeus on errands, personnel returning from leaves, and amongst them one woman in a slightly too short red skirt. She's got a knapsack just like everyone else and as she's disembarking she's paying attention to a returning member of the Orion, who seems to have taken it upon himself to converse with her. As they disembark he even snags her hand and kisses the back, much to her delighted bafflement before he walks off.

"Always liked Vipers. But I just don't know 'em as well." It goes right over Kelsey's head. Too young, too naive, too ready to go out and blow stuff up on the ground so far. Squire makes a few more notes on the clipboard. "I tell you what, I don't miss sleeping above Rootie because now I break her toys instead of fix them." She's about to make a comment about the paperwork, but its hard to miss a red skirt. Guy, gal, it draws everyone attention when there's leg showing. Kels looks past Toby towards the sight of Naomi getting the Lady's Treatment and she stares. "Oh what the hell. That ain't fair."

Toby only gives the shuttle Raptor the briefest of glances, enough to confirm that it's not an unscheduled patrol returning, or indeed an arrival from somewhere else. Seemingly content that it isindeed just the latest load up from the planet he starts to turn back to the job at hand whe he catches sight of a little more leg than he'd perhaps been expecting. He figures there's no harm in admiring from a distance, or not until his brain points out just who, or what, the leg belongs to anyway. Turning away and quite pointedly back to the beaten up Raptor Kelsey brought back. He does risk a second, far quicker glance in response to her remark though and there's a definite growl in his tone when he mutters, "it's a frakking disgrace," although if he;s talking about the kiss or the cylon he declines to make clear.

Naomi looks genuinely befuddled and delighted as she starts making her way through the deck toward the door, though taking note of Kelsey's expression, she remarks with casual cheer, "I thought that sort of thing only happened in Virgon Regency romance novels!"

Kelsey continues staring, then looking off at the guy departing, then back at Naomi. She has been holding the clipboard up in front of her but it slowly falls by her side while she just looks at Naomi. She seems like she might say something and in the end shakes it off and looks back at her Raptor sourly. Jealousy? Anger? Tough to tell, though its obvious she doesn't look too terribly happy. "Talk about loads of toasters like that and now I think Aphrodite is just frakking with us." Its not like her to curse out of the cockpit. Like, ever. But… she's close enough.

Naomi's expression just falls. Only she knows that young man wasn't aware of her nature, but they don't know that. Eyes going to the floor and head lowering, she hunches her shoulders and clutches her knapsack tighter, attempting to make a beeline for the door.

"Move along please," Toby replies, deadpan to Naomi's enthusiasm, "this is a restricted area." He too then eyes the guy for a moment, trying to work out if he recognises him or not and filing the information away in case it's of use in the future. The cylon is given another 'move along' look before he too turns back to the Raptor offering to Kelsey as he does so, "well, you know what they say, only good toaster is a dead one." It's not muttered, but nor is it said loud enough to deliberately carry, it's just conversation.

Kelsey looks back and watches the expression on Naomi's face fall. Outwardly, she doesn't seem to have a reaction to watching Naomi make a move for the door like that. She does watch it, though. Toby is heard, too, and she looks up at the man. "I have my daughter back cuz of her. You can have your opinion, Tobe, I just don't know if I can agree." She sighs and looks back up at the blown engine cowling, but she doesn't smile.

Naomi's eyes dart sidelong - she heard Tobias. How she heard him at mere conversational tone is a mystery (well, to anyone but her), but it just makes her scuffle out the door even faster.

"Agree or not as you choose," Toby replies to the pilot, "that's the glorious thing about not being programmed." As it seems that work is recommencing he followers her gaze back to the engine cowling again and offers a faint shrug, "definitely airframe that one."

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