AWD #493: Just A Suggestion
AWD #493: Just A Suggestion
Summary: In which Alastair comes down to do final checks on a Raptor and meets with Niamh, making a suggestion to her regarding retrieving information from the Galactica.
Date: 10/27/2016
Related Logs: None (I think)
Niamh Alastair 
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.
May 14 2006 AWD #493

Mid-shift finds Niamh working on one of the Raptors that have come home injured. Well, more like taking a slight break from. The skinny Crewman is currently leaning against one of the tool benches, notepad in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Her grease-stained orange coveralls show fresh signs of wear and tear, no doubt thanks to some tight crawl spaces, and she's got a smudge of grease at her temple. None of which seems to bother her in the slightest as she stares fixedly down at the paper in front of her, ocassionally taking a small sip of water.

As a Raptor ECO, Alastair sometimes comes down to help run maintenance on the systems for the Raptors in repair to make sure all their systems are still good. Having been assigned to assist Niamh with the one she's taking a break from at the moment, he arrives down in the dock with his greens on since he's not planning a flight. "Afternoon, Crewman." he greets the redhead with a slight smile and bow of his head. "Heard you needed someone to make sure all the systems are go?"

Once again caught on the backfoot, Niamh just about jumps out of her skin when she's so 'suddenly' addressed. She probably forgot about requesting the help. Bouncing off the bench that she was leaning against, catches her foot on the corner and stumbles slightly, but manages to right herself before she actually crashes into anything. Then the Crewman spins around, shoulders stiffening, notepad and bottle still clutched in hands that tuck behind her back as she brings herself to attention. "Sir." Pause, "Ah…I think… yes. Yes I did." Surprise! "Um… she should be just about good to go after you check the systems." Not able to remain entirely still for more than few moments, the Tauran shifts slightly from one foot to the other, not /quite/ looking at the Officer.

Alastair starts to reach to stabalize the young woman, but as she catches herself, he takes on a look of amusement. "Didn't mean to startle you." he admits with a shake of his head. "We're down in your country, no need to be all proper." he says as he glances towards the Raptor. "Alright, I'll give it a go." There's a slight pause as he listens to the woman for a moment, considering. "You're from Tauron, right? How well do you speak the native tongue?" he asks curiously as he goes to take a seat.

The stiff shoulders ease, slightly, but it's obvious the Crewman's not exactly comfortable in the presence of Officers. She tucks her notepad into a pocket, then takes a last sip of water before recapping the bottle and sliding it into one of the many pouches attached to her coveralls. "Ah… better than I speak Standard?" The question takes her by surprise as she follows the ECO aboard the Raptor, in case he needs her to get in and tweak anything. And judging by the thickness of her accent, it's likely she probably grew up speaking Tauran more often than Standard.

"I like to hear different languages, it's a bit of a hobby of mine." the ECO offers as Alastair settles in at the control panel. "I was talking to Benecia after you left yesterday and had an idea, if you're interested." he says as he waits for her to give him the go ahead to start up the systems. "We're going to have a couple of Marines with us on the mission to Ragnar. If it expedites things, would you be interested in showing them how to pull the gun camera systems and drives, and having them practice a few times to make sure they know how to do it? It may cut down on the time we have to spend doing that on the ship."

Niamh looks, well, not thrilled at the idea of inexperienced hands touching her babies. She bites her lip, staring at the side of the Raptor, fingers idly triple-checking the fastenings and catches on her coveralls, making sure everything is squared away. "I guess…" There's a long pause, where she chews on her lip and shifts slightly restlessly from one foot to the other, eyes occasionally glancing at the ECO while he runs his checks. "I mean, it makes sense. To show them, the basics I mean. To get the cameras and the drives." There's another weighted pause, "I'll um… have to check and see what Shackleton's shifts are. Since I don't want any Marines down here while he's here, if possible. Because he doesn't like them much."

"Either that, or talk to the Marine CO, see if you can hold it in their area, don't we have a mock up you can use?" Alastair asks curiously, not sure himself. "Deck and Marines tend not to get along anyway." he offers, not willing to wade that deep into the conversation. "And maybe just the cameras. We probably shouldn't be telling them where the drives are, at least not in the Raptor." he agrees. "And only if you're comfortable with it, Crewman. This isn't to try to force you into something you don't want to do. Just trying to find ways to save time, and give the jarheads something to do other than standing around with their thumbs up their rumps."

<FS3> Alastair rolls Ecm: Success.

Niamh narrows her eyes slightly at the back of Alastair's head. She says nothing for a moment before shifting slightly. "I think it'll be fine, sir. I think there's a Marine on the Galactica thing already, so I'll speak to him." The Crewman falls silent after that, letting the officer do his thing. Once they're certain everything's good to go, Niamh makes a final tour of the interior, checking that all the panels are closed and fastened securely. She definitely OCD, everything is done working from left to right, completely methodical, paying attention to the smallest details.

<FS3> Alastair rolls Linguistics: Success.

"It's your part of the project, just wanted to make the suggestion." Alastair offers as he turns from the station and moves to allow Niamh access again. "I'll let you get back to your break.. thanks for humoring me." There's sincerity in his smile as he offers a tip of his head and tries to use her language, "<Thank you.>" It seems rather passable, as far as limited Tauran goes.

Finishing up her final checks and triple checks, Niamh returns to Alastair, "Yes, sir." She replies to the part about the suggestion. His attempt at speaking Tauran gets a faint smile, <Thank you.> She repeats, correcting his inflection slightly, before giving a sharp nod. "You're welcome, sir." She'll wait for him to leave the Raptor before she follows him out.

Making note of the changing inflection, Alastair grins. "Ah, the inflection is on the last part, got it." the ECO offers as he gives a slight salute before he heads off to let her get back to her duties.

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