AWD #503: Coincidence and Confluence
AWD #503: Coincidence and Confluence
Summary: A situation where coincidence and confluence are running in tandem. Dr. Nadir and Crewman Shackleton discuss the necessity of a foray into the Tomb itself. Toby agrees to accompany the doctor, if permission from all necessary permitting parties can be gained.
Date: Sun 06/Nov/2016 (OOC Date)
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Samtara Toby 
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.
Wed 25/May/2006

Another day, another cubit. Or, well, it would be, had there still been a functioning economy. What cubits there are left are effectively worthless.

Another day, another shift in the hanger bay. That's a constant that doesn't change, and right now TOby is busy. Busy, busy, busy. As one of the lowest rankers, and with a reputation for trouble, he oftens ends up with the jobs no one else wants and today the certainly seems to be the case. It's inventry time, so while everyone else is fixing things, he's ticking boxes and making lists. The sheer level of joy that's rolling off him at such tasts could suffocate anyone straying too close, but he works his wayu through it methodically.

Coming up from Piraeus with the most recent crew returning to surface, Nadir is looking a little sun burnt, a bit wind blown and like she hasn't quite thawed out despite the time in transit from the surface to the deck. She is peeling off her gloves as she walks, asking a member of the deck crew for directions before she angles toward where Shackleton is working. "Crewman, may I have a moment of your time?"

Toby hearing people come and go isn't all that uncommon on deck, and since he's well out of the way of the dangerous areas Toby doesn't really pay any attention to whoever it is that's getting closer until they address him directly. Making a quick note in the margin of the form on his clipboard he turns. "Doctor," he greets with a slightly surprised smile, "of course, I've not missed a physical have I?"

Nadir's answering smile is somewhat surprised, "Ah. No. That is, you haven't missed a physical, I'd have notified you in advance of a requirement of that sort and scheduled it with several options to adapt to time requirements." She tucks her gloves into one pocket, glancing down for a moment as she does so. "I was wondering if you might be willing to speak with me on matters relating to the," there's a half beat of a pause as she clears her throat, "the captain, the one everyone calls the Ghost Captain?"

Toby gives a quick nod of understanding that he hasn't missed somehting important, then folds his arms and clipboard across his chest as he listens to Sam explain herself. "I can certainly talk to you yes," he replies, still slightly surprised but apparently willing. "There's a couple of things I can't really talk about, but ask away and I'll tell you what I can. There's something specific I take it?"

Exhaling a mild breath of a sigh, "The Admiral tasked me specifically with overseeing the placement of the air lock around the entrance to the tomb to protect it. A liaison was assigned to this specific task but I have had difficulty aligning my schedule with said specialist. There are a few things that I need to complete, within the actual tomb itself, and I am in need of a liaison to interact with the Captain and her people in the process. Now," Nadir pauses for a slow indrawn breath, "I've never interacted with the Captain or any of her people. And you have. Thanks to you, I have real and actionable guidelines with regard to treating the remains with appropriate respect. Would you be willing to accompany me to and actually inside the tomb so that I can do what I need to do?"

From the slow nod Toby gives in reply he's aware of the airlock project, even if he wasn't directly invovled. He keeps quiet as the explaination continues but does jump in amost the very second that she finishes. "Absolutely." Keen is the wrong word, but there's clearly no doubt in his mind, but then the clarifying questions come. "How are you defining liason? Will you want me to talk to any of her troops who are about, or are you thinking more that I should be keeping your people honest incase any of her guidelines were misunderstood and so on? Am I simply your voice to them, or their eyes on proceedigns as it were?" There's no judgement or such in his voice, he just wants to know how she's seeing the whole thing working.

Rubbing one hand lightly over her face before she speaks, Nadir squares her shoulders subtly before she answers. "Near as I can tell, none of my personnel actually want to be in the vicinity of nor participate in the actual work that I need to do within the tomb itself. In theory, they're more inclined to get their own moment to interact with the Captain and her people than anything else. Call it curiosity, and I'll leave the rest of that dialog alone. Most likely it'll come down to myself, you, and thank you for being willing to accompany me, and what ever marine escort is deemed necessary, if necessary at all. In terms of liaison, I merely need you to be able to speak to the captain or her people should they feel the need to interact with us. My mission is simple, to be fair, and not terribly complicated. I need to collect DNA samples from the remains of her people. Scientifically, and possibly speaking in a larger sense for what the data may mean for the scale of the ongoing conflict, it is vital to get this accomplished. I am not going to desecrate the remains. I intend to gather hair samples, chiefly. Any skin samples that have adhered to the remnants of their uniforms. I am not going to cut into or tamper, disturb or insult any of the remains. I'd like to gather trace samples of the environment while in there, if possible. None of that, in my opinion, would suggest insult to the remains. That said," and she rocks subtly backward, from the toes of her boots to the heels then subtly back, the hand passing over her tired face, "I am not the most socially adept of people. In light of this undeniable fact, a liaison is absolutely required."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Toby replies with a short sharp nod to indicate he understands the requirements. There's a moment where he ponders if individual concert could be achieved from teh ghost of any body selected, but that's a question he'll raise with The Captain, rather than the captain. "You'll need ot clear it with the Chief," he notes, tilting his head back towards the deck office, "I'm not allowed off ship without permission, but I don't see her having an issue given it's ship's business."

"Excellent," Nadir replies, relief evident in body language and tone of voice. "I was hesitant to ask, to be honest. I wasn't certain that you'd be inclined to accompany me in this endeavor. Many of those who have participating in the construction are . . vehemently vocal against this task."

"Had The Captain been against it when I spoke with her," Toby explains, "I would have politely declined. It is not an easy thing to do, but the most valuable things seldomn are." He flicks his eyes behind her for a moment, then spotting no one else evesdropping adds, "we found the bunker because she told me where it was, that I should see it. So far Major Gray has ignored every request I've made to that end. You need me to work with her people, she wants me to see. We're the circumstances different I'd call it a happy coincidence.

"I think that, all things considered, we'll call it happy coincidence and a confluence of necessary actions. Alright then," Nadir remarks as she gives another of those slow nods, "I'll go have a word with the chief and copy the major on it." She tips her head subtly, "Do you know why it is, or in general, why the Captain wants you to see this tomb?"

"Because I asked her a question," Toby answers openly, "and she said it was something I should see for myself. I still don't know the answer, and strongly suspect the Major does and is witholding it. But that's another matter entirely, and unless he's going to be there to," which he highly doubts, "it shouldn't come up."

Musing for a moment over this answer, and allowing her expression to show that contemplation instead of presenting her usual neutral expression, Nadir nods again. "It's not just an inquiring mind, then. It's more important than that. I respect that. I'm also a strong supporter of knowledge acquisition. Not merely for the sake of knowledge itself, but how the knowledge, thus obtained, shapes the next question, then the next, and so on." She runs one hand again over her face, "I will make this happen, and in as short an order as possible."

"I'll be around," Toby replies with a smile, he's not exactly going anywhere after all, "just come find me when you need me." Or get the Chief to schedule it on his work roster, whatever. "If that's all Doctor, I should probably get on. Vital work you know, the whole war effort may grind to a halt if we don't know how many spare pairs of needle nose plyers we've used this week." Inventry, it really is that fun.

Nadir grins suddenly, "You never know," she replies, "when knowing the exact count of all of your supplies will mean the difference between success and having to explain why something didn't work. It's that moment when, at last, math saves your life." The grin is chased by a tired yawn before she lifts one hand in farewell, "Thanks for your time, and we'll get this done."

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