AWD #371: Gagging
Summary: Halena finds working on the captured Raider to be a gag. Alejandro makes a few suggestions that might help.
Date: 27/06/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Not really.
Halena Alejandro 
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.
Thu Jan 12 14:57:01 2006

Alejandro has come down from the CAG's office to the hangar bay to have a look at the damage done to the Airwing craft from yesterday's Aerilon run. He's in his officer's blues and his hair even combed at least once today. Hobo walks slowly through, running a hand lightly down the side of Viper 537 that he had flown himself. He passes it by to go and have a look at the more badly damaged birds.

There's a gagging sound, somewhere in the mix of all the other sounds on the hanger. From behind the curtained off 'Top Sekrit' guarded Raider project that everyone is entirely aware of if not by sight then at least by smell, the gagging gets louder. Finally, the tarp rustles and out steps a redhead in a jumpsuite, the color and markings of which indicate this is a Captain from the engine room. She wears a kerchief tied over her nose and mouth, which she quickly yanks down as she gasps for air. She's usually pale, but today Halena is green.

The gagging sound turns his dark head to look. A brow is arched before Alejandro leaves the other viper Niko had flown. He starts to walk across the bay towards Halena, "Are you all right? Why ever you don't wear a hazmat suit when you go up in there, I don't know. I'd have thought you would have flushed it out by now to wash out the organics, or taken it down to about freezing on your quarantine ship to study it." Hobo puts out a hand to steady Halena and cocks his head to have a better look at her, "Maybe you should sit down?"

Halena lifts her head to respond. But she just coughs — at least she has the manners and good breeding to turn her head away, to cough into her arm. "It's not my project," she manages to croak out. "And the Pilgrim's in-use … full of booby traps …" She doesn't really argue, physically or verbally, when he puts a hand to steady her and then mentions sitting down. She nods. "Trying very hard not to vomit this time." Because there was a last time. And a time before that. So green, with red teary eyes, she moves to sit.

"Ah," about the Pilgrim. It's just a fork truck more or less parked near by but it will serve for Halena to sit against the back of it for a minute. Hobo grimaces, "Surely you can get an oxygen feed rigged up with a mask at least. Decay can produce worse than bad smells, but actual toxic gasses that can kill you, Captain. I'm sure Doctor Nadir can ream you up one side and down the other with nasty, gruesome details. And kit you out more safely to work."

Alejandro thinks about it and adds, "Maybe also get you something to force air through the Raider, too. Deck can do some amazing things down here if they put their minds to it."

Halena sits down, choosing to cough into her kerchief for a few more moments. She looks up at the man, a bit harried, but eventually she nods. "I can see why they promoted you," she admits, coughing once or twice more and clearing her throat. "And I imagine Dr. Nadir would have quite the fit if she knew we were working in there for any long periods. I'll be sure to ask the deck about that." She breathes through the kerchief for a moment, then notes him in his blues. "Unless you wanted to try your hand at fussing with a Raider. I imagine you have to be a touch curious." It's a joke, a little goad, a little prod, that's all.

The 'I can see why the promoted you' comment gets a funny look out of Ale. Hobo then laughs, "Oh Hades no, I'm not the least bit curious. Not while it smells /that/ bad. But if you ever get it power hozed out and bleached in there, then yeah. I'd love to take a look. In fact, I'd love to try to fly it. I'm sure more than half of the Airwing would love to have a go at it in that case." Salazar crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with amusement. "The real question is of course whether your efforts can help us blow these frakkers out of the sky better."

"I can tell you where the different fuselage cannisters are located," Halena says with a little shrug. "But I doubt that's much help. It's not a big ship; I assume if you all want to hit it, you hit it wherever you can. The real question is the creature. But that's not my area of expertise." She sits back a little, taking deep breaths now. She no longer sounds froggy. "What brings you down here, anyway, if I may ask?"

Alejandro thumbs towards the Predators and vipers that are in the hangar bay. "I came by to see how bad our damage was from the Aerilon run yesterday. Deck'll be working on it but at least one Predator and one viper may not be usable for a few days and we have to head right back out pretty quick to go finish what we ran out of bombs to do. So I'm hoping for some word on that soon." He frowns, "There's a Cylon internment camp at Crossroads like the one I used to be a POW at myself, back on Picon. I don't really want to leave those people down there any longer than we can help it. Getting jacked or sent off world for Gods only know what."

That news makes Halena frown. Deeply. "I'm sorry," she says, both for his past and the present situation. "I don't know if it's at all helpful," the redhead says. "But I can send off-shift stoker up to see if they can be of any assistance in speeding things up. My own background is energy systems. Either large ones like the Orion, or small ones like the Raider … power's power. So if I can help to speed things up … of course you have my assistance, and Engineering's too."

The acting CAG smiles, "I know Deck's probably already on it." Hobo glances back at the damaged air craft, seeing a few orange coveralls hard at work, "I'm not too worried if we are down one Pred and one Viper as long as the rest are good to go pretty quick. Can't go right away anyhow. Have to wait on the word." From Command and from Spree's people. That's the military for you. Hurry up and wait! Alejandro half turns, "I should get on with that. Keep me posted on the progress with the Raider, please. All I need is Colonel Petra showing up and asking me what I know about it and my having no answer, even if it's not my project." A light tap to Halena's arm before he's going to head back to his own duties.

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