MD #193: Are You Calling Me A Liar?
Are You Calling Me A Liar?
Summary: Lleufer has a word with Toby over what he allegedly said to Emily about the marines.
Date: 18/10/2017
Related Logs: Change of Plans
Toby Lleufer 
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. Above each bay and within are a trio of small red firefighting balls that will explode on too much heat being exposed. 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.
05/05/2049

The starboard hanger is still a fraked up mess, being delt with largely by damage control teams and engineers. So for now, mist of the routine deck work is being done on the port side, and that's where Toby is this shift. He's in his coveralls, but right now it seems to be inventry work he's been assigned, so they're relatively clean. It looks like the scutwork is getting him down though, that or recent events, for there's no particualr joy in his face or stance as he works his way methodically from one fire locker to another, working out what needs doing to get them back to full function.

Ynyr finally got some rest so he's not as worn down and exhausted as he was. Clean, back in his MP uniform, but one side of his face and head still bares traces of the burns he suffered. His ear has freshly replaced medical gel dried on it and that side of his head lacks hair as it had been burned off. But his injuries are healing and don't appear to have been too serious, only painful at the time. The Gunnery Sergeant pauses to ask after Shackleton and is directed to where Toby's working. Lleu thanks the Deckie he'd questioned, then heads over. Lleu takes a second to study the other man, assessing any sign of injuries. "Need a word with you, Shackleton."

Toby has no injuries visible, but the way he moves does seem to indicate some degree of discomfort in his trunk. Of course though, he's back to wearing black gloves, so thsoe could hide a multitude of sins. Hauling open the next locker on his list he's about to start recording the bottle pressures when he hears the marine behind him. Kicking out a tub of foam from the corner he indicates that Lleu can sit on it if he wants, "going to be a while." Then, assuming Lleu will start talking, he grabs pena and clipboard and starts recording those figures.

The offered seat isn't accepted. This isn't a friendly visit. Ynyr comes reasonably close and looks at Toby but doesn't require him to stop working. Lleu's not directly in Shackleton's CoC. "When you and I last spoke, you tipped me off to how Benning was being treated. Which I appreciated hearing. But you left off how you accused the Marines of lying to /you/ and how you told her she had little chance in Hades of being admitted to the CMC, basically saying she'd been lied to as well." Lleu tries to catch Toby's eye, "Are you calling -me- a liar? Or are you the one lying to her because you are bitter? Because I know the CMC didn't lie even if you think they did, Shackleton."

Toby finishes writing down the number of the bottle he's checking, then turns back to face the Marine. His expression is now a mix of confusion and frustration. "What the frak are you on about?" he asks, leaning one arm against a bulkhead and crossing his arms over his chest. "I never said the CMC had lied to anyone." He brow creases into a frown, annoyed at the accusation and trying to work out who might be trying to get him into shit. "Look, she was upset about what some of the kids were calling her, and seemed ot think that everything would be blue sky and frakking rainbows across in the marine berthings, so I just told her not to set her entire heart on it cos the CMC doesn't just take anyone. Yeah, I said they hadn't taken me as I was a former enemy, and that she might struggle on those grounds, but I never said you'd lied to me, or that she had been lied to herself."

The Master-at-Arms listens, ready for Shackleton's anger and maybe a punch to be thrown in his face. Lleu watches him closely but is refusing to let himself be angry, yet. "All right. Knowing I got my information second hand and that it might not be accurate, do you know what /precisely/ you said to her? Because I'm told that she thought you said that you were lied to and that she was being lied to as well. Her trust is very fragile. -She- is very fragile at this point. EVERYONE she trusted before, the Skath, her own family, have lied to her and manipulated her. So I think you can see why we are a little touchy about people undermining her trust in us when we have been working so hard to earn it. And -I- know you aren't a liar, but when I was told you'd said that, it sure as hell felt like a sucker punch to my gut."

"Exact words?" Toby replies, looking doubtful, "frak man, I'm not sure. A lot has happened since then." If Lleu isn't going to take the seat then he does, setting the clipboard down to his side as he very slowly leans back so he's reasting against the bulkhead again. Thinking back he does his best though. "Okay, I'd just come off shift and needed a shower, so I went back to my rack to grab my stuff. Her's is near mine, and she was staring at my tattoos." He frowns slightly again then confesses, "I might have been a bit harsh in reply to that, told her it was her mate's fault there weren't many Taurans left. She mentioned talking to the Admiral, called us, the naval enlisted, bullies and louts and said she'd rather be with the marines and that she'd asked to. Now, to be fair, some of those kids were being loutish, so I wans't going to call her on that. Just warned her that just cos she asked for marines didn't mean she'd get it, and that right now the best thing she could do for herself was knuckledown and get on with the galley work she'd been given. I honestly can't remember the exact words, but I'm fairly damn certain I never mentioned anyone lying to anyone."

Some of Lleufer's tension eases as he listens even if he still has his mouth thinned. He's not happy about it but it is what it is. "I appreciate hearing your side of it. I'll speak with Benning. We've … all been kind of busy around here or I'd have gotten to this sooner." Ynyr sighs and reaches a hand up to scrub at his scalp but arrests the movement suddenly. His healing skin and ear itch like hell and he keeps stopping himself from touching it. Annoyance as he lowers his hand. "I'd suggset you don't speak with her. If Command gets it into their heads you are undermining our efforts with her in any way, it won't be my MP's dragging you to the brig. It's liable to be orders to airlock your ass. Let's not have to do that, understood?" Lleu keeps his baritone real low, "There are yet other things I really want to talk to you about. But there's been no time for … anything personal. For now, that's all I need from you, Shackleton." Officially.

"Look, Ynyr," Toby replies, sounding tired, "I'm happy to speak to her or not as required. My single interaction with her was that one conversation. If Command want to stick their oar in, point them in the direction of the young idiots who are actively trying to make her unhappy and uncomfortable. I'm too old for all that shit, and I'm not going to take the fall for other people's frakups." As for other matters, he eyes the Master at Arms for a moment, before it twings on what it might be and he nods once. "We'll be busy down here for a while. We lost a lot, particularly from the fire teams, so there's going to be a lot of work needed to get people reassigned and trained. As one of the most experienced survivors, it's likely I'll be doing a lot of it." Not that he sounds particualrly pleased about that prospect either, or much in general really at the moment.

"I know. You and I are both too old for this shit but I'm trying to warn you to be careful. I do not want to see shit come slamming down on you. Let's not give them the excuse. Io isn't Jameson." That's all Lleufer is going to say about the Admiral and more than he should have said probably. "I'm working on trying to deal with the fallout she's getting from others. Some of it I can't do anything about. Benning will either develope a thick enough skin in time or she won't." Ynyr licks his lips, "I know we lost a lot of people. Make sure your Chief keeps me in the loop if there is anything my MP's can do to help." The Gunny looks around the hangar, reading what he can from the tired, strained faces. "I'll get out of your face. I know you have important work to do down here, Shackleton."

"Never spoken to her," Toby notes, meaning Robin, "well, not in twenty odd years. If you do though, do me a favour, tell her I'm not bullying her newest recruit?" He notes to the point about how Emily may or may not cope then gives a short derisive laugh at the request to be kept in the loop. "You want to ask someone else. Chief ain't talking to me, hasn't been for weeks, so I'm just keeping me head down and staying out of her way. Not that there's much I reckon your lot could do, but if I think of anything I'll let you know. Goodbye Ynyr."

Lleufer gives Toby a nod, "I can do that." The MaA frowns at news Toby's not on good terms with his own Chief. Huh. Hadn't expected that. "Thanks for your time." Gotta a lot on his mind. Ynyr heads back out of the hangar.

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