AWD #151: Boxes in the Library
Boxes in the library
Summary: Discussions of Picon past and future.
Date: 06/Jun/2013
Related Logs: Some references to Men and Machines
Rhonwen Toby 
Library, Battlestar Orion, Deck 3
The metal stacks of books start near the door and run the entire length of the room, which is almost forty meters. The room is twice as wide and there are several corridors that lead down the rows. Near the door is a desk clerk manned by a Crewman from Supply, but farther back, in the quiet of the room, are generally several other people milling about. Towards the rear are several seating areas with tables and chairs. There are sections covering a broad topics and individuals can also look at maps, rent videos, and even games.
AWD #151

The library is quiet and the constant hum of recycled air from the ships environmental systems can be heard. Many of the library patrons sit at tables or in chairs and many are reading. A few are even writing. Rhowen has her silver heard bent over a legal pad of paper and in her hand she is holding a ballpoint pen. Her long hair has been brushed back and put up into a bun that rests on the nape of her neck. As usual she is wearing a uniform.

With all the reorganisations going on in the hanger right now it would seem that a few boxes of records are being transfered to the library for storage to generate space. What with being both the newest hand and the lowest rank, Toby has found himself with the job of actually moving the boxes, a couple of which are stacking in his arms as he enters from the recreation hall. With the clerk seemingly elsewhere for the moment he moves to set them down on a nearby table as he ponders between waiting fo him to return or going back to the bays for the next batch.

Movement causes Rhonwen to look up from what she is writing. She frowns as she sees Toby. "Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you just working?" She asks him. Her frown disappears when she speaks and neutral smile takes its place.

Toby is in his oh so fetching, orange coveralls, which should give an indication that he's working. Folding her arms ontop of his firs load he nods a greeting to Rhonwen as she addresses him, "I'd say that if you felt like lugging a few boxes then I'd appreciate an extra pair of hands, but I reckon the Chief'd have kittens if I walked back into the bay with a JAG Captain."

"I do not mind, I need a break from writing." Rhonwen says as she moves to tear off the sheet of paper she was working on and she folds it and sticks it in pocket. "I do not mind at all. How are you doing since we last spoke?" She asks. "Also what did you learn in that large meeting they had. I have not heard anything about JAG."

Toby points to the rank pips on his collar, "you think they tell me the plan?" he replies amicably. "I get the do this, do that bits. Take that over there, service this, empty the FOD bins." He smiles a little as she indicates that she wouldn't mind helping, but he doesn't actually move to go get another load just yet.

"You are mistaken if they tell this particular JAG officer anything." Rhonwen laughs. "I remember now why I dislike military life. But, I have to hang in there for a few years if I survive this then I will see about becoming a Judge again." She tilts her head to the side and she smiles. "Now here is a question for you, what will you do when this is over and are you ready to get that other load?"

"Other loads, you mean," Toby answers, a hint of amusement in his voice, "haven't you heard? It's our bit for the war effort, we're moving boxes. It's as important as any pilot's job and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Standing up straight again he sticks his hands in his pockets and considers her question carefully for several moments. "You know, I have no idea. I reckon I've got long enough to think about it though don't you? We're hardly in for the shirt term here."

"I am certain, but if was not for you another technicians they would be grounded. I do not foresee them working on their own fighter." This is said with much amusement and her eyes shine as her smile gets brighter. "Honestly, I think you will know before me. As it stands I need to leave for Picon for a few days. I have some meetings to attend. Do you have anyone down there you would like for me to contact or give them anything from you?"

"I doubt some of them could find their arse from their elbow," Toby returns with a grin, "although I reckon a couple of them might be trustworthy enough to carry boxes." There's the faintest hint of concern on his face as she mentions going to Picon then he shrugs, "if you're to Picon then I'd guess you'll get filled in there. When are you back?" He considers that question carefully to before he shakes his head slowly, "I think, given the circumstances that it's probably best to let that lie." Lifting one hand up he rubs at his chin a moment, "not that I'd have anything to give mind, but no. I think it likely best that I'm forgotten on Picon."

"I will just be talking to those in the brig so to speak. I have no idea if and when I will come back. We will have to see how things go." Rhonwen pauses and she nods. "Still the offer stands if you want to use it. I do not mind playing mail courier. I know you may not see it but there are a lot individuals who were speaking up for you and against them." She tells him.

Toby ahs and nods faintly as the purpose of her trip becomes clear. He almost then asks if they'll be getting tribunals too, but fgures that might be cutting a little close to their previous conversation regarding the skinjobs and he'd rather not do that. "That's.. good to know," he replies thoughtfully, "still though, all it'd take is one word in the wrong place and it'd be here too and then what do I do? I couldn't just sit on Piraeus and not be able to do anything,. I got out of that last time by signing up but there's no real other option if things get hairy here is there."

"If they start to get hairy here let me know and I will come down like a ton bricks on the individual and open up an investigation while they stew in the brig for a bit. I do not think the troubles will follow you and I really do not think that any will know that you are here unless you want it. I personally will be not say word." Rhonwen states him and from the tone of her voice she means what she says.

"I'm hoping they'll have forgotten all about it a long time ago," Toby admits with a faint nod to acknowledge her words, "I'm just not sure if it's something I want to risk right now. Well, no, I lie, I know it's something I don't want to risk. You'll recall that I don't exactly agree with what those in charge are doing all the time, but there's no alternative at the moment realy is there. Thank you though, I keep it in mind."

"Unfortunately we are all victims of this war. I would not have taken up my commission again if I had not been powerless. Fracking Cylon should have killed me instead up filling me up with lead. I know what you mean and I understand. But there are a few things that I do agree with and not because I wrote the policy." Her lips twitch into a smile.

"Frakking Cylons should have killed us all if they wanted to win this," Toby replies with just the barest hint of bravado, "fortunately they didn't and cos of that mistake we have the opportunity to.. deal with the threat." It's a more diplomatic ending than he'd initially intended, his first choice of words having been 'wipe them out'. "Anyway," he then starts, tapping the box as he does so, "I should go get the next lot while teh clerk is away, they're not going to move themselves after all. Good luck on Picon Captain."

"Thank you, I have a feeling I will need it. Care for that hand?" She asks him as she offers him a smile. "I do not mind at all." She smiles again.

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