| Back on Deck |
| Summary: | Toby is back on deck to an initially frosty reception. |
| Date: | 24/Dec/2013 |
| Related Logs: | Deck Projects |
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| 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 #352 |
Alexandra is looking at a piece of Toaster ordinance sitting on a locked down dolley
Toby is nearing the end of his shift and while the work isn't perhaps as physically taxing as what he was doing down on Piraeus, it's till tiring. Finishing up underneath a predator he double checks to make sure that all the parts removed have been replaced and that the section of fusilage has been properly resecured before sliding back out and rising to his feet. A few moments later and the paperwork is also complete and he heads toards the dock office to drop it off and see what is next on his duty sheet.
Alexandra continues her investigation of the piece of Toaster tech. She seems to be looking at the attach points of whatever it is, seeing if they are in any way something she recognizes. She sighs, and wishes the end of shift paperwork would hold of a little, so she could get real work done. But that's not likely.
Toby knows enough about the battlestars own ordinance stocks to realises taht what the Senior Chief is looking at is non-standard, but precisely what it is he's less clear on. Pen returned to it's purpose made pocket on his sleeve and clipboad under one arm he adjusts his path to give the weapon and NCO a few feet of clearance as he makes to pass, offering a brief nod and a quick, "Chief," in acknowledgement as he does so.
Alexandra glances up at Toby, and rolls her eyes. "Hello" she says coldly, and rolls her eyes. "I hope you had a nice break down planetside. Now it's time to do actual work" She doesn't seem happy to see you at all, but she did sign off on all your paperwork, so it must be margially acceptable, at least. "End of shift papers?" she asks, nodding at the board.
Toby looks perhaps a little taken aback by that reaction, pausing in his walk as he mentally evaluates it. There's a fair amount he could say to that, but he's back onduty now, and one ear-bending from the XO is enough for now it would seem. Instead he just sets his jaw slightly, for ease of not saying anything stupid, then shakes his head as she indicates the board. Holding up the clipboard he states businesslike, "signing that one back onto the line. Reckon I can atleast have a look at teh next before it's time to knock off."
Alexandra nods, and holds out her hands. "I can sign off on that. Then I can get back to this toaster shit. What's your next bird?"
Toby passes the clipboard across, the drags the pen out as well to follow it. He gives the ordinance a quick glance once it's origins are revealed, but then glances back towards the office where his list is. "If I recall correctly it's Raptor 5-3-4 that's listed next, but that's probably going to be a few hours at least so best left until the morning. 2-7-5 just needs it's scrubbers serviced though, so I'll likely just get that one done and out of the way instead."
Alexandra says, "Well, if it's 2-7-5, let me get the mount points from the starboard wing. I need to try some stuff out on the toaster thing. I know the mounts on that hull are fine, and you don't need them for the refurb it needs. After you've finished, we can just remount the panel, no harm. Sound good to you?""
"I won't need 'em no," Toby confirms with a quick nod, "I'll just be poking around inside." Holding his hand out for the clipboard and pen back once she's finished with it he tilts his head towards teh deck office briefly, "I'll go drop that off and grab her workbook while I'm there so we can sign the panel off properly."
Alexandra nods properly. "Sure thing, keeping up to date on the parts is very important" She smiles and seems less angry about you being here. Letter of the law and everything. "And bring me a standard Electronics diagnostic table.
Toby resists the urge to reply with a short 'I know' at the comment about parts, restricting himself to a simple nod in agreement. There's another nod at the request for the diagnostic table ad while he isn't sure exactly where they might be found, he's sure it won't take him long to lay his hands on one. Returning the pen to it's slot he heads off, and sure enough, it's only two or three minutes before he's back with the next work-order and the very table requested. Passing the latter across hehas the former attached to his clipboard and then glances over to the raptor in question, "you want to bring that thing over, or should I bring the panel over here for you?"
Alexandra grins, and nods to Toby. "At least I hope West comes on deck without his freaking pipe when I report to him. I'm tempted to have the marine major over here, maybe he could drive the idea that's terrible through his mind"
"Or just report him to the MPs for a breach of safety regs," Toby replies with a shrug, "that'd likely do the trick. Or threaten to at least. Captain's pin are all well and good but they don't trump the SecNav's regs." He too though, quite obviously hopes it doesn't happen again.
Alexandra says, "Depends on the MPs, but I know a couple might enjoy it." She turns back and starts probing the Toastertech again. "I hear good things since you got back?" she says in parting."
The raptor in question isn't parked too far away, and so it's not long before Toby returns with the panelling section requested. It's been signed off the bird, and the maintaince log book stuck in a pocket so he can sign it back on once the Chief is finished with it. "Sorry, what was that?" he asks, "missed it if it was to me," then, shifting the sheet of metal in his hand slightly he asks, "where do you want this?"