ALT #363: Anything I Can Help You With?
Anything I Can Help You With?
Summary: Best intentions lead to potential trouble in the hanger bay.
Date: 04/Jan/2014
Related Logs: Nothing Specific
Darius Toby 
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 #363

This is unusual, a pilot in the hangar bay doing maintenance on his own plane. But then Hyper never was a typical Viper jock, and he's always enjoyed chatting with a lot of the techs that work on his Viper, always wanting to know more about how things work and how to repair it. When you trust yourself in space in something that has over a million different parts and you get battle damage and can jury rig something to make your ship still fly, might be the difference between life and death.

Toby has spent more of his time over the past week or so working on a few of the raptors that have gone sick, but with that now cleared up, it's time to start paying attention to the vipers again. Clipboard under one arm and a beltfull of diagnostic tools he heads down the line, looking for the next one on his list when he spots the pilot. A frown crosses his forehead as he takes in the situation, but then, since that's also the bird he's after, his decision is easy so he heads over. "Morning Sir," he starts, "anyting i can help you with?" His tone doing it's best to be both conversational, but also questioning, not quite a 'what the frak are you doing?' though.

Darius slides out from under the Viper and blinks up at Toby, "Oh, Crewman Shackleton, I was just working on my Viper, the last time I went out my KEW got shot and the aiode crystalizer and lateral optic sensor got blasted out of alignment. I put in a requisition to get it fixed but was told that it was going to take some time to get it fixed so I decided to do as much as I could myself to help you out. Not trying to step on your toes but I know how badly you guys are undermanned, overworked and underappreciated… and between you and me, I like knowing as much as I can about my ship and how to repair it, might save my life out there someday." He smiles and stands up, wiping the grease from his youthful face.

"You know Sir," Toby starts, glancing quickly around to check and see if anyone else is within hearing range, "I had a horrible feeling you were going to say something like that." Setting his clipboard down on the viper's wing, and watching it for just a moment to make sure it isn't about to slide off he then turns back to the pilot, eyeing the man's greasy face for a few moments before glancing around again. He still doens't look entirely comfortable when he asks, voice pitched to not carry far, "look, I hate to have to ask you this Ensign, but are you fully certified to do that? I mean, done the training, taken the cert exam, got the paperwork to prove it?"

Darius blinks, "Well… no, but I watched it done and read all the manuals that I could find on Viper repair, I could probably take the cert exam and pass with enough practice beforehand." He says a bit uncertainly then, as he starts to wonder if maybe all the techs were humoring him before now.

"You'll need to talk to the Chief about that," Toby notes, tilting his head in the vague direction of the deck office, "maybe you're squadron leader too I don't know, but definitely the Chief." Digging into a pocket of his coveralls he produces a clean rag and tosses it over, so the Ensign can sort his face and hands before he adds, "word of advice though, when you do, say you're interested in learning, not that you've actually been doing work yourself already." Thinking hard he lifts one hand up to rub the back of his neck a moment while he tries to figure things out. "Okay," he starts after a moment, "I'll pull this bird off the line and get it fully serviced, the works, make sure we get that damage sorted and check you haven't knocked anything out of synch or something while you were working."

Darius coughs and then accepts the rag and starts to work on his face and hands and says, "I'll do that…" His shoulders slump a bit, and he says, "Here I thought I was helping you guys out…" He shakes his head, "Well, Mamma used to say the road to Hades is paved with good intentions." He cleans himself off as best he can and says, "I.. ah… guess I owe you big time Crewman…" he says, looking sheepish and embarrassed now.

"Don't take it the wrong way Ensign," Toby replies as he eyes the viper briefly, "but in the long run it's about as helpful as one of us saying 'hey, I know where all the controls are, you flyboys look tired today, I'll take her out for you instead'." Turning back to the younger man he nods to the comment about good intentions, "something like that yeah," then smiles a little wryly at the comment about being owed, "just remember that if anyone ever finds out." Then, slightly lighter, "and I seem to recall you still owe me for that chocolate bar too while I think on it."

Darius tilts his head, "Chocolate bar…?" He doesn't really remember it, but he shrugs and replies, "Fair enough, you want a few rounds on me down at Checkpoint Charlie's?" He asks, knowing that most Taurons are big on three things, fighting, women and drink.

"In the Mess, when you first arriv.." Toby starts, then waves his hand in a 'forget it' gesture, "you know what, never mind." Reaching for his clipboard he starts to fill in the word order required in as vague a way as he can get away with so as not to impliment either of them. "If you don't mind Ensign, I'll keep it in the bag for now, until I know if we're clear of this or not."

Darius simply nods, "As you wish Crewman… I guess I'll leave you to it…" He says running a hand almost lovingly on his bird as he turns to leave, and mutters, "Sleep well old friend…" When you check what he's done, he's only touched the misaligned actuator and crystalizer, both are put back where they should be, but he has made a bit of a mess of the wiring and it would never pass inspection by Quality Control.

Toby nods greatfully as the pilot makes to depart, that could have gone a lot worse all told. "Have a good day Sir," he offers as he finishes scrawling on the form and glances over, "we'll have her back to you in no time, I promise." He still has his own tests the run of course, the ones that brought him here in the first place, so he starts to work on those, just as if everything had been just find and dandy.

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