AWD #087: Apology Acknowledged
Apology Acknowledged
Summary: Maia has been seeking out Deckies, apologizing. Some go better than others.
Date: 03/April/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: The attack on Ceres in the corridor
Maia Toby 
Hangar Bay
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 #87

Maia has come to the hangar in search of any of the deckies that was there in the hall during the incident. She doesn't remember most of them but maybe she'd know their faces. With a determined stride, she glances around, her boots making soft thudding sounds as she looks around.

Toby is on-shift, and thus in the hanger-bay working on one of the Raptors that's been signed off for work. It's not a major job and he's new enough that there'll be someone to check it over carefully once he's through, but at least it isn't just shadowing others anymore. Sat on the floor of the bird with one of the deck sections up to get at the innards underneath he's not really paying a huge amount of attention to anything but the system in front of him and the schematic next to his knee.

Looking towards the Raptors, Maia doesn't see him at first, but she does approach, running a hand reverently over the outer armor. "Hey baby," she croons to the machine before she sees Toby there. "Hello," her voice, somewhat hesitant is loud enough to be heard though. "I was looking for you since um.. yesterday."

Toby hears a voice although he's concentrating too hard for a moment to register more than that someone is speaking to him. He quickly holds up a hand to indicate that he'll be with them in a moment before reaching into the hole and making a few adjustments. Eyes firmly on what his hands are doing there is the faint sound of pressure releasing and he calls without looking, "Readout on the ECO panel, tell me when it drops to 45 would you." Just about enough hands, not enough eyes it would seem.

Ah, right. Maia hadn't come to interrupt, so she waits in silence until he calls for the readout help. Stepping over, she checks it, waiting. When it drops, she calls. "Right there."

As soon as Maia calls Toby shifts a little and the hissing sound stops. There's a moment or two more as he peers at something by his hands, then the schematic and finally the readout itself but he seems relatively happy with what he sees as he turns to see who it is that has come a-calling. "Thanks," he starts, then there's a brief pause as recognition occurs, ".. Lieutenant." There's a faint edge to his voice now but it appears to be caution rather than anything aggressive. "Your bird?" he asks, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, "should have her signed back on shortly."

As soon as she had called, Maia had given her attention back to the deckie. When he seems happy, that makes her happy, cause it meant the Raptor was in solid shape. "Yeah, almost as temperamental as me too," she begins. "Thanks for babying her for me. Uh.. I wanted to come down and apologize to you for pulling my gun. I was out of line. I can't even say why I did it, fear mostly, but it won't happen again."

Toby starts to slide the removed section of deck back into place and fasten it back down, wouldn't do to have it come loose in flight after all. Maia's words cause him to pause though and he turns back from his work once more to look at her. He's silent for a moment or two, not long certainly except in the way that silences always seem eternal. Whatever he had been expecting her to say it obviously wasn't that and it's clearly caught him somewhat unprepared. Eventually though he asks, again cautiously, "you sure about that? I mean really sure? Even if you're just as afraid again?"

Maia deserves his doubts and she knows it. "Yes, I'm certain. I won't be supporting the two Cylons on board, nor the ones against them. I have chosen to remain neutral for the duration of their… stay onboard Orion. Should something such as what happened before happen again, I'll continue on my way. I can't risk my career any further than I already have by pulling the weapon in the first place. And it wasn't fair to any of you who were unarmed to be suddenly facing a pistol. I do regret that action."

Toby considers that response, still apparently not sure what to make of it and even at one point taking out the clippboard that had been hidden under the schematic and making a quick note on it to give himself thinking room. Sticking his pen behind his ear he looks at her, carefully, for a moment longer then gives a short, shallow nod. "Truce then. Apology.. " he doesn't want to say accepted, not while he's stillnot sure it won't happen again, so digs around for an alternative, "acknowledged. One step at a time and all that."

Maia waits in silence, neither rushing him along nor poking for an answer. When he finally does speak, his choice of words garners a smile from the Raptorette. "That's all I can ask. Truce. Thanks for hearing me out and I'll show I can be trusted."

Toby nods slowly as he continues to watch the pilot briefly, before he remembers that he has work that he should be getting on with. "Sure, no worries," he offers, still apparently mullin some of it over as he turns to continue fastening down the deck plating once more.

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