AWD #350: Different Capacity
Different Capacity
Summary: A new pilot arrives.
Date: 06/06/2016
Related Logs: None
Toby Endymion 
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 #350

Five minutes til he'd've been off shift, five whole minutes, and then the call comes in that the shuttle raptor is arriving and he's needed to help with the post-flights. Grumbling all the way across the hanger deck to the landing elevator. As the landed raptor descends he waits with another knuckledragger until it's towed into the assigned bay and then the hatch is cracked from the ECO within and it's work time.

Raptor drivers always make for the best passengers. While others are complacent about minor procedures on such a routine shuttle, or fidget, impatient to get moving during the tow, Endy Ashwood merely leans back with his neck twisted to one side, looking at a skewed angle at the bent colors of the deck outside through a thick slab of translucent plating, wide eyes taking it all in while he lets the safety harness hug his lax form to the seat. It's only after the ECO has unlatched the hatch and the safety light is turned off (all the others already flocking to the hatch) that Endy unbuckes, stands, stretches, unstows his gear, and strolls to the hatchway himself, now free of any crowds— the last off, besides pilot and ECO, with whom he shares a few moments' conversation to and fro.

Toby approaches the wing of the raptor and drums his fingers impatiently on the fuselage as he waits for the aircrew to leave. There's a shared 'bloody aircrew' look between him and his colleague and then here they come. The specalist corners the pilot to pass on the checklists leaving him free to start on the immediate work. "Any issues?" he asks, aiming the question at the ECO, "she's due a service so she'll be off the line for a shift or two depending on when the Chief can spare the manpower." Endy is paid little heed really, he's just another officer who doesn't know that they should clear the deck, something to grumble about later, but not make a fuss about now. He's not strayed into the out of bounds areas, yet.

Endymion pays more attention to Toby than Toby does to him, while disembarking and making his way down the marked path across deck and out from underfoot. Nothing excessive, a glance to Toby, a glance for his colleague, but the conversation is left to those who shuttled him over. Soon enough his eye's only for the safe zone over by one of the larger hatchways out of the bay, where he catches up to the rest of his group where they've all clustered and gives his name to someone at hand from support.

Endymion pays more attention to Toby than Toby does to him, while disembarking and making his way down the marked path across deck and out from underfoot. Nothing excessive, a glance to Toby, a glance for his colleague, but the conversation is left to those who shuttled him over. Soon enough his eye's only for the safe zone over by one of the larger hatchways out of the bay, where he catches up to the rest of his group where they've all clustered and gives his name to someone at hand from support.

Toby gets a negative from the ECO, meaning he's stayed late for basically nothing, and once he's confirmed that he's good to go from the specalist he turns and heads for the same hatch Endy and his party are at. Helmet removed he waits behind them until the hatch is clear and he can go hit the head for a shower.

It's paperwork, you know. Everyone getting signed in and told where to get their persons next. Endy himself has to show ID, sign off, and then is given a slip of paper which he looks at and then folds in half, keeping it placed between his thumb and forefinger as he follows the penultimate transfer from the hatch, looking behind to Toby as he does so. "Hey-a," is a greeting, of some nature, presumably, while clearing the hatchway and heading down the corridor.

Toby is a known enough face that the MPS who habitually guard the bay just wave him through. It's end of shift time, deckies are coming and going freely. "Hey," Toby replies, eyeing the other man briefly to try and work out if the greeting is because he should know them or somesuch. He can't place teh face though and so, since they seem briefly to be heading in the same direction, manages such deep and meaningful conversation as "first time aboard?"

Endymion is not a known face to much of anybody, himself, so he can't blame Toby for the searching eye. "No," the answer's pithed upward slightly to let the other man know that the answer is a technicaliy rather than answering the spirit of the question, "I mean," he goes on to eplain himself, "I've been on board before, only a couple of times, though. Bringing transports over from Kildare. But now I'm being stationed here, so… first time aboard in a different capacity, I guess. Feels different, anyhow." He's a quick one to open up, isn't he?

"Officers upstairs," Toby notes, point aft to the nearest stairwell, "enlisted down here," the point turns to one of the side corridors that leads to the enlisted berthings. "Mess is back the other way. Everything else I'm sure you can find by yourself." Not his place to molly-coddle the newbs after all.

Endymion is pointed toward the stairwell, at least. "Yea, I looked up the maps before I got here," he admits with a bashful sort of smile, still heading on thither. "Thanks, though, real sweet of ya. I'll see you around, I'm sure. I'm Endy," he finishes up with an introduction, of sorts.

Toby pauses in his step and just eyes Endy silently when he says the word 'sweet'. It's certainly not something he gets accused of regularly. Or ever. Still, he is taking the other turn and manages to but together a grunt of acknowledgement to the pilot before heading for his own rack.

Endymion offered the comment without any hint of irony. He thought it was a nice gesture to give him directions, and said so, in his own fashion. He keeps going when Toby pauses, only craning his neck slightly and slowing a hint when he seems to have lost his corridor-companion, but then he just lifts a hand and waves his middle, ring and pinky fingers, since his forefinger and thumb are still clutching his room number, and his other hand is helping keep the strap of his bag on his shoulder. "See ya," he concludes their interaction on his way up into the stairwell.

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