AWD #509: FOD Walk
FOD Walk
Summary: Niamh and Toby talk while conducting a search for a missing spanner.
Date: 12/11/2016
Related Logs: None
Toby Niamh 
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 #509

Another day, another shift, and Toby is, as usual, on the hanger deck. It's busy but not overly so, and thanks to a clumsy Specialist it's time for a full FOD walk to try and find a missing spanner. It's clear who's going to be buying the next round down at Charlie's, but before that can be done the deck has to be walked, and so he's taken his position in line and is slowly walking forward with his eyes flicking back and forth to try and spot the tool.

Niamh hasn't been around much. Or she has, but she's been leaving early, most shifts, or disappearing for a couple hours during her shifts. Or arriving late. But whatever, it's been consistent and the FOD walk is biting into that time and she looks twitchy as she makes her way down the Deck, eyes scanning back and forth, searching for the lost spanner. She's pretty clumsy too, tripping over her own feet, more often than not, but at least she doesn't lose tools.

As the line stops so a set of crates to the left can be cleared Toby glances to his right and mutters to Niamh, "you okay Callaghan? Not your fault you know, Melchett is going to get his arse chewed off by the chief for the disruption, but that's his own fault for being careless."

Niamh blinks and looks over at Toby, shifting from one foot to the other as she waits for the crates to be cleared. "Oh.. ah… yeah, um. Fine." She replies quietly, her gaze flicking away. "I know it's not my fault. And maybe he should get a good beating instead of an ass-chewing. Worked for me. I never lose tools any more." A half grin flickers across her face before it disappears behind the thoughtful look that's been spending a lot of time on her face, lately.

Toby looks somewhat less than convinced but lets it go for now, apparent from a scowl at the mention of beatings. He can't think of a way to actually express what he wants to say about that though, so he doesn't say anything, just changes tack slightly. "Then what's on your mind? You don't seem to have been yourself of late, no one's giving you shit are they?"

Niamh blinks again, then her eyes widen and she shakes her head, "Oh… no. /No/." She shakes her head again, and then pushes hair back from her face, stuffing ends back into her messy ponytail. "I mostly just keep out of folks way." Her smile is a bit more genuine, this time. "I've just got a lot going on with um… well.. this Galactica thing, and some other stuff. It's just keeping me busy." There's a moment of hesitation before she reaches a gloved hand up, index finger pointing at the scowl, "So you don't need to look so grumpy." Amusement flickers in her eyes then, a more familiar, old-Niamh expression.

Toby takes her answer at face value this time and merely nods slowly. A quick glance down the line to his left shows about half the crates have been checked so he turns back to continue the conversation. "Any new developments on the whole Galactica thing? Or is it all hush hush? I mean, I heard there was a survivor, but I’ve not heard any more about him since just after we went there."

"He's in a coma." Niamh replies quietly, shifting restlessly from one foot to the other. "I think we're going to go out there, see what we can recover." She keeps her voice low enough that it doesn't travel beyond just the pair of them. "Don't know when, though. I'm hoping the Raptors will be salvageable. Otherwise me and this Marine…um… Anderson, I think… we'll look at pulling out the combat cameras and computers, to see if they have anything on them." Her hands move over her pockets, checking that everything is tidy and secure.

Toby offers a silent wince at the word 'coma', poor bastard. Still, there's not much more he can do for him. "More raptors would be good," he states simply, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he starts to get bored of just standing, "or parts for raptors if you can't pull complete birds. Now we've got the rhinos we should be able to bring back large chunks so long as the brass'll allow the fuel." He doesn't really know much about the details at Ragnar so says instead, "oh, to keep you up to date, I've handed over the final prototype of those firefighting balls to the brass. Dunno if they'll want them or not, but it's with them now."

"You have?" Niamh shifts and blinks, "Did you test them.. did it work?" She looks genuinely interested… then her eyes narrow, "You didn't hurt any Marines did you?" Well, it's a fair assumption, latest rumours taken into consideration. "I don't know what we'll be allowed. I don't even know if we'll have any support beyond myself and Gray, and the two LTs that're on the team, too." So… a total of four people going to a dead battlestar…

"They work" Toby confirms with a slow nod, "damn well if you ask me, but then I might be biased." He frowns faintly at the word that only four people are going back to Ragnar though. "Really? Just four? How many trips were they planning on you taking? Mind, if there are retrievable raptors then they'd need to come back for more crew to fly 'em." He shrugs again, able to do nothing but speculate wildly.

Niamh shrugs lightly, "Don't know. There's no support on this, at least according to Lt Wescott. She just kind of handed it over to LTJG Pearson and that was it. We don't even know if we'll be able to get life support back up and running. So we'll just have to see what's what when we get there." Niamh smiles, but it's tight, "It'll be a surprise." She tries to sound upbeat about it, but doesn't succeed overly well. The news that the prototypes work does make the smile far more genuine, "Oh good… well, hopefully they'll give the go ahead on them. Because I think they're an excellent idea."

"Squire knows what she's talking about," Toby notes, steadfastly refusing to use Kelsey's new callsign, "but I guess if it's just exploratory then they won't want ot commit too much until they know more. Might mean you have to write a feasibility report on recovering the birds, but the Chief'll help with that if needs be." As the line starts to move forward at it's slow crawling pace he drops quiet for a moment, eyes scanning the deck in front of him. "Let me know what you find though would you, it's a bit of a mystery after all."

As the line starts moving forward again Niamh nods to Toby, "There's no time set yet, for us to go. So … but ah.. um… yeah. Yeah, I'll um let you know." She offers him a quick smile, then focuses her eyes on the deck, searching for that spanner and muttering about the Crewman needing a good beating, under her breath.

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