PWD #04: Civil War
PWD #04: Civil War
Summary: Jess gets caught in the middle of a Noble and Hook showdown concerning Sera
Date: 02/01/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Noble Hook Jess 
Aft Corridor - Battlestar Orion
The hallways are the standardized thoroughfares found on nearly every ship in the Colonial Fleet. Tall enough to accommodate heavy equipment, their half-diamond arches rise almost twelve feet off the decking. About a quarter of the overhead bulbs are Vitamin D lamps, smoothing out the harsh edges of standard-issue fluorescent bulbs. Wired phones are posted every hundred yards and in adjoining halls as well. Heavy bulkhead doors section off the ship into different areas, and each hatch is clearly labeled no matter how large or small.
Jan 02, 2005

The hallways are the standardized thoroughfares found on nearly every ship in the Colonial Fleet. Tall enough to accommodate heavy equipment, their half-diamond arches rise almost twelve feet off the decking. About a quarter of the overhead bulbs are Vitamin D lamps, smoothing out the harsh edges of standard-issue fluorescent bulbs. Wired phones are posted every hundred yards and in adjoining halls as well. Heavy bulkhead doors section off the ship into different areas, and each hatch is clearly labeled no matter how large or small.

With the Marine mobilization well underway, the hallways have been rather busy as of late with the thrum of activity. Splitting free from the rest of the group, Noble turns away from the main checkout hub and wanders down a side-hallway towards one of the small break rooms that pepper the ship. Whistling quietly while he walks, Noble fishes for his cigarettes and sets his eyes forward, walking alone.

Coming the opposite way, would be the cock eared marine. Dressed in his fatigues, but still looking as if he's either been sweating or just got free of the Shower. There's a turn, before Hook is catching sight of Noble, as he's walking alone headed, likely off in the direction he just came from. A brief whistle is given, as the Sergeant closes in. "Simon, you got a moment?" Obviously, Hook's not reported to Duty since his change of attire, but is in the process of remedying that.

Eyebrows lifting as Hook approaches, Noble slows and gives the man an upward tick of his head in greeting. He slips a cigarette into his lip and moves into the empty, if not closet-sized, break room. "Sure man, what's up? Step into my new office." Noble replies, voice muffled with the cigarette in his lip. He pauses to light it, and with a wave of his hand he claps the lighter shut.

There's a brief chuckle, before he is sliding into the doorwar of the closet sized cell. "I just wanted to thank you for the keys the other night. Much better than th' bunk I had squirreled." he adds with a nod, before offering his hand out. "Real nice thing for you to do for us." clearly meaning for him and Sera. "Also, sorry, I couldn't keep you out of the bars in this one. But, You held good." meaning in the fight-though likely the Gemenese slang doesn't filter as it should. Judah grins before leans back against the doorway. "You and Sera good friends, yeah?"

"Eh, you know man, this thing what my damned fault to begin with." Noble starts, holding his cigarette to the side as he breathes out the blue-gray cloud of smoke to the side. Leaning against a counter across from Hook, he squares his vision on the man, watching him closely. "Anna about exploded at me, and there's that stuff with Madeline. I honestly didn't see any of it coming but I wasn't about to let all those snipes jump her, not on my watch, so thanks for the backup."

Noble then slips the cigarette back between his lips and takes a long pull from the it. The smoke isnt so much exhausted as it is sighed. "I was wonder when you were gonna get around to that. Sera and I hangin' out so much makin' you uncomfortable?"

Hook shakes his head. "Yes, and no." the marine adds with a chuckle. "Ares' flaw was passion, and I know I can get a jealous streak in me. But, honestly?" Hook says as he looks back to the other man. "I trust her, when she says you're friends. Bru, I don't know you well enough-just as I assume you don't know me well enough. And if you're good friends with her, you likely have questions for me, I'd wager."

"No, I got no questions for you, man." Noble says with a slight air of finality, shaking his head from side to side. "Look, man, she's a hell of a girl, but I don't need to tell you that, do I?" He tilts his head, giving Hook a decidedly I see what you're gettin' at look. His shoulders roll with an inaudible huff. "You have every reason to trust her, Padre, and it's trust well-placed. It's all part of the great girl category of things, inn'it? Her and I are friends. Enough stuff's been going down with her lately that she's needed a good one. I picked up the slack."

Hook nods, "Well good." he adds with a grin, showing through. "And I've noticed that. She's only told me a little bit, but I think with mobilization it's kept us from having too much time to talk, lately." he adds with a faint shrug. "Part of the military, eh?" And with that he's looking back. "And thank you for doing that. She is a great girl. I like her mate. Like, really like her." he adds with a faint chuckle, before he lets it die off. "How are you doing?" he asks briefly. "You know handling mobilization? I know some of th' younger mates are showin' white." likely some Gemenese euphimism. "Your first time with something like this?" meaning the idea of probable or perhaps rumored action.

Jess arrives from the Stairwell.

Noble turns his back to Judah, reaching out for one of the nearby coffee pots and a disposable, paper cup. The small off-of-the-way breakroom is practically a locker, giving little space for Simon to maneuver as he pours. The coffee-and-cigarette break ritual gets to live on for its ninety-thousandth year, apparently.

"Yeah, well, you know she's been inundated lately with white-knights checking up on her, telling her what she needs to be afraid of, and treating her like some kind of over-dolled six year old in a sun-dress on Saturnalia and it's been getting under her skin. Girl's an engineer and she's getting pretty sick of feeling like she's got a glass ceiling to punch through." There's a clatter as Simon drops the spoon from his coffee into the sink. He turns on the faucet, cleaning up after himself. "So do yourself a favor and don't let her know you had the back off of my girl chat, regardless of how civil this is, alright?"

It may be out of the way, but it's on the way to something. Jess has got a flightsuit stuffed half into a helmet and tucked under her arm as she ducks into the room, heading for the coffee. "Only thing worse than a 'back off my girl' chat is a civil one," she remarks unsolicited, "If you're going to pull that macho shit at least punch each other. Don't half-ass it."

Hook snorts. "I know how Sera rolls. Trust me, I even applauded when she took my friend the Chaplain down." A glance is given to Noble. "This wasn't so much back off my gril, as a. What is going on-but likely I doubt we will talk about it. If she asks, I'll spill." he adds before he is shfting to slide through the door wway, though he is looking back to the other marine. "You never answered my question, mate." meaning as to the sudden upturn of activity-though if anything else follows it's a quick straightening as a Pilot has managed to tuck themselves into the small break room with them. A brief look to the Officer, before he's offering his own crooked grin. "By rite, I am supposed to save my fists for smiting-Sir. Not ass punching over something that words can handle." a shrug before he glances to Noble. "I don't do macho-sorry Bru."

"Aw but c'mon man, that's a load of I'm not having the stay away from my girl conversation but I'm trying to figure out whether or not the two of you are too close and making it well aware that I want you to know she's my girl talk you're throwing my way. Thanking me for the keys to the private room before asking whether or not I've got something more than friends going on with your girl was subtle, man. Subtle." Noble snorts, shaking his head and giving a distinct what's up nod to Jess as she enters. She's got a flight suit, which mean she's brass, but Noble seems to be off duty and doesn't give a damn at the moment. "Nothing's going on man. If something were going on, she wouldn't be your girl."

Simon turns to his side and scoots away from the coffee pot to make room for Jess. A small grin crosses the side of his lip as he winks towards her. "You should stay around for act three. Swordfight."

"Isn't that what you're doing already?" Jess drawls to Noble with a roll of her eyes. She pours out the last of the coffee, which barely half-fills her cup, and sighs, setting down her gear on the floor to start making a new pot, finding a filter and can of grounds in a cupboard above the counter, "Better hope this girl's the sort that likes being talked about like she belongs to somebody or neither of you are gonna have her before long."

Hook snorts back to that. "You've got bravado, but no balls mate. I'll be sure to make time to quake in my boots and cry in my pillow later." Judah rolls back, before he is looking over to the officer, and then a glance to Simon. "What is act two? Dinner, or more veiled sizing up and quiet pining?" Apparently swordfighting can go two ways, and the priest has gone down one of the more easily trampled paths.

With a glance to Jess there is a nod. "Exactly." And so he shifts, to slide out of the doorway"Just had CAP sir?" figures one might ask how and why a pilot has filtered down amongst em.

"That's what we're doing right now, pilot-woman. Say, you got any measuring tape on you or something I can stab myself in my eye with?" Simon sidelongs to Jess, rolling his eyes at himself as he goes about finding something to pour into his coffee. He reaches out and takes up the allegedly non-dairy creamer and turns it over to pour into the cup…and only a few coughs of powder fall out. Great, he's going to have to find the non-dairy creamer. "Look, Hook? Just take care of her, man. That's what you're there for, and back off. Her and I are just friends. You didn't have to question that and if you did trust her, you wouldn't be talking to me. You'd have had the balls to ask her yourself. Now where is that frakking creamer?" Another door clunks closed, he kneels to try the lower drawers.

"Hey, while I'm down here, pilot? You wanna check that sugar and let me know if we're getting low. I'm feeling charitable and might pop the next one in the rote up onto the counter if I can find it." Simon asks, looking up to Jess.

"Alert shift," Jess replies to Hook, explaining sarcastically, "Even better than CAP, you get to sit around in a flight suit for hours and not actually fly anything." She measures grounds into filter, and then turns to watch Noble root around for creamer. When he looks up, she is already looking back. "How about you call me 'sir' or 'lieutenant' or 'el-tee' and not 'pilot' or 'pilot-woman' and try again," she replies, "While I'm still feeling charitable."

A glance is given to Noble, before he is shaking his head. Apparently whatever comment is being held back doesn't come out, rather he turns back over towards Jess, and there's a brief nod. "I know what alert shift is sir." He adds with a chuckle. "I have run Air Traffic on Piraeus, and on various bases." And with that he is offering his hand. "Sergeant Judah Hook." he'd clasp and shake if able. "Fourth ANGLICO, 2nd SALT." As if to clarify how he'd know at least some of the Air jargon and schedule.

"Lieutenant it is, sorry about that. Sort of in the trenches at the moment." Simon replies to Jess. Like a character in an action movie suddenly appearing over the edge of a cliff, he thunks down a cylinder of coffee creamer. Victory is sweet. He follows it up with another cardboard cylinder of sugar. The doors squeak as he closes them, and he rises to his stand once again, immediately turning to tap the ashes of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "All that hurry up and wait's a bitch, ain't it? We're getting it, too, but we're also getting hot-swapped between here and Sheridan."

Jess gives Noble a dry look, like 'right. Sure.' She turns back to Hook and shakes his hand, saying, "Jess Karlsson, Lucky Strikes. Nice to meet you, Sergeant." She eyes the coffee's progress, the slooooooow drip into the pot, and crosses her arms, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, lots of it going around. Can't keep it up forever, though, not without some sort of explanation."

"I suspect it'll roll out soon." Hook adds before looking between them both. "If you've been in the Corps long. you're used to hurrying up and waiting." A chuckle there before he nods once towards Jess. "Pleasure, sir." A tic of his knuckle to forehead, briefly. Before he is looking back towards Noble. "Dog has Deck watch tonight. And I think Deck two rotation." A means of keeping all informed. "See you then, mate." apparently for Hook, whatever was said is now water under bridges or sand-whatever the saying is.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Simon gives Jess a little wave. "Corporal Simon Noble. CMC. Dog Two." He introduces himself, absent-mindedly scratching his chest as the conversation is drawing to a close. "Thanks for keeping our top-side covered. Let's hope all of this shakes out to just be a bad week." He offers to her and heads for the door. He looks over to Judah, jaw clenching as he nods to the man. "Already on it. I'm about to go rattle Hogan's cage with it. I think he was hoping to get some sleep in, the sucker."

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