MD #036: Early Morning Revelations
Early Morning Revelations
Summary: An early morning workout reveals some surprising things
Date: 14/5/2017 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Penta Toby Petra 
Fitness Center
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
29 November 2028

Thud thud thud, thudthudthud, thud thud thud. Penta's fists, gloved though they are, are pounding out a steady rhythm on the endurance bag in front of him. It's become his way in the early mornings - wake up, personal care…and then what some might call a brutal PT regimen. He might, in theory, be nearing 50. He has the body of a 20-something, and he works out accordingly. Today is, apparently, an endurance and stamina day or something.

The heavy bags are Toby's usual hangout, or atleast they had been before he'd got kicked out of the fleet over twenty years ago. Now, being almost 60, and without the enhancements others have benefited from, he's not been working on them as much. This morning though he's trying to get back on the figurative horse. Stepping towards the bags he gives the marine a grunt in greeting, then starts stripping his gloves off to wrap his hands. Starting with a few warm up stretches he then pauses to eye Penta a moment before offering a zecond greeting, a simple "Morning." See, he can be polite to marines.

"Morning, Shackleton. How's life treating you?" Penta asks, smiling. Penta learned early as an officer that it pays to be polite to most people - even, perhaps especially, the folks others would write off. Like, for instance, a crewman nearing 60 who has a previous dishonorable discharge on his record. Heck, he even tries to be friendly. Though, it being early morning, he's not going to fuss if all he gets is a grunt back as the two work out.

Stationing himself at a bag next to Penta, Toby starts gently and works up. He's not in too bad shape all told, and it's clear that while he's aged he's been taking care of himself in terms of fitness. That doesn't mean he's still at the levels he was at twenty years ago. At the question he turns his head alightly to try and read the major, but then just shrugs slightly. "Pretty fraking terrible all told, you?" It's small talk really, but he's not begrudging the conversatio it seems. "Had a Specalost who could be my grandkid try and teach me about a system I invented, and I've still got to try and get my head round 20 years worth of Arpay tech. Add to that theres a missing raptor to find and I reckon I'm going to be busy for my remaining 23 months.

Penta nods. "You look good, anyway. As far as the 'grandkid trying to teach you about a system you invented', yeah, me too. Not quite that bad, but…The younger ones these days forget that you, me, the other vets? We invented most of the stuff they deal with. And so far as the Arpay tech goes…Look, 22 years later, I've been active this whole time, and I *still* get confused at times." A screech like a record stopping then, as Penta processes what else he heard. "What missing Raptor? We're not missing any birds from the manifest."

Yeah," Toby replies quickly to Penta, "but do lives rely on you being able to fix it? Or just uae it?" Using he's doing okay with, it's working out how it works that is melting his brain. Thump, thump, thump, he punches on after Penta queries his comment. "Lieutenant Wescott's" he replies, side-eyeing the Major to gauge his reaction, "turns out theres a chance she's not dead."

"Depends on the tech in question, depends on the circumstances," Penta notes. "So far as fixing it…My advice is to not think too deeply on the theory unless you have to. In *most* cases, you're not doing depot-level work, you're swapping out units on the line, no?" As far as the explanation on the Raptor, there's a quiet moment. Then: "You have proof of this?"

"I'm survival systems," Toby notes, in a manner that suggeats he knows that Penta knows that, "I have to know how it works, inside and out, or pilots die." Seems he'll joke about pilots til the cows come home, but he actually takes it seriously. "Okay, so we aren't so pushed as the last war, but there'll still be times we need to do everything onboard." As for Kelsey, well, he has to shake his head once, "not yet, but we're looking into it. We've had an interesting pointer though."

"I hear ya regarding the tech. What I can suggest, see if the Engineering guys can break it down for you. It's on *them* to know the theory well enough to teach it," Penta replies. "As far as Kelsey…What's the pointer?" There's an interesting change to his voice - he's willing to give Toby room to explain, but it's pretty clear he's in analytical mode on that topic, not just 'friendly conversation' mode.

Toby laughs a harsh and unforgiving laugh. "Deck? Go cap in hand to the Stokers? We'd never hear the fraking end of it. No, I'll stick with the kids who could be my grandkids, they understand it, I'll learn it from them." Settling at a rate of punches that provides a workout but isn't gruelling he considers for a moment where best to start. "How much do you know about the relationship between the Piraeans and our dead?"

Penta chuckles. "I hear ya." Then, a thoughtful look. "Er, not much, to be honest with you." He's also punching an endurance bag to work out as he talks, going for a comfortable pace between speaking.

Petra trudges his way in in sweats and sneakers and the distinct look that, if he had hair, it would not look properly straightened. Maybe its because he DOESNT have coffee, just a battered bottle of water. Acknowledging Penta and Toby with a nod of his head and a small wave and a murmured, "Morning…" he starts towards the row of treadmills with an added, "Okay, First Watch does suck some days."

The dead and the Piraeans 101 it is then, the abridged version. "In short, they can interact with oir dead. They apoke to those Shepard abandoned to die, and thousands of them were with The Captain when she executed him for that." By Toby's tone there's still a degree of anger at the former CAG, but not at the method of his death. He's about to go on when Petra arrives, causing him to stop the bag infront of him and call ovver "o you habe a minute Commamder? I was jaut talking to the Major here aboit that project I wanted to tall to you about."

Penta nods…for a few seconds. Then he processes what he's hearing, and it's fair to say his brain shorts out. "Wait…So our dead…can be talked to…by the Piraeans…?" Divide by zero, does not compute. The crewman's comment to Petra goes unnoticed.

Petra slows to a stop when he actually gets addressed, something that apparently clears the buffer in his head, because it also elicits a low, "You aren't talking about Ensign Ynyr, are you?" He doesn't really explain that mental connection, or give much time to answer that before he turns and DOES approach the two, asking Toby, "Understand the higher math module is not engaged until I have more coffee and run a couple of miles, but what's up?"

Toby eyes Penta for a moment, then replies not unkindly, but bluntly, "yes." Then, turning his attention to Petra he brings the TACCO up to speed. "I'll keep it brief then. Theres a chance Kelsey Wescott might be alive, I've tried to get access to the records of her last flight but oddly enough, with my hiatory, the fleet just shrugged me off with the basic report. I was wondering if you would be willing to try and get hold of them? I know you went through a lot with her, and it would be good to get final closure either way. DCAG is interested, and besides, I've I've got my nose in reports and data, I won't have spare time to get bored and punch marines."

"Which is appreciated more than you know, for the record," Penta replies, chuckling. Nonetheless, he otherwise stays a bit quiet.

Petra furrows his brow immediately when Toby mentions Kelsey, and gives the Deckie a look as if he's judging whether or not the man has finally been punched too many times. Finally, however, he slowly nods, "You know I'm going to get asked why I'm requesting documents from something that happened two decades ago, right? Though perhaps Im one of the few that can claim 'personal interest' and they wont say no. I'll see what I can do, but you and I are going to sit down and you are going to tell me what you are on to before I hand them over. Fair enough?" Well, he certainly SOUNDS a little more awake now.

Toby assumes Penta is talking about him not punching marines, and gives the Major a tiny nod, it'a clear though that his attention is on Petra. He's silent as the Commander speaks, then gives a firm nod of agreemnt. "If I had time to talk you through it now I would," he states, sounding sincere at least, "but I can can't afford to be late for shift. The Chief has been very understanding about a lot of things, but she was adamant that this can't affect my work." And speaking of work it's time he was heading in that direction. "I'll catch you up when I can though, you have my word." That said, Penta gets another nod and then he turns to leave, pocking up his black gloves as he goes.

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