AWD #181: I Don't Think I Broke It
I Don't Think I Broke It
Summary: Conversations between Air Wing and Deck
Date: 06/Jul/2013
Related Logs: Nothing specific
Phin Toby 
Fitness Center, Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
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.
AWD #181

Phin emerges from the pool area, in sweat pants and a towel draped around his neck but still sans shirt. He doesn't think it's required for whatever's left of his workout, apparently. He picks out mat near the free weights, sits down, and begins going through a series of stretching exercises.

Toby is off-shift but has decided to hit the fitness centre before showering, saving having to do it twice. Dressed in his sweats he has his attention on wrapping protective wrap round his hands and wrists as he makes his way towards one of the hanging punchbags. Phin is spotted, but given only the vaguest of nods in acknowledgement before he turns his attention to starting the wrapping on his other hand.

Phin catches Toby's nod as he's turning his neck, one arm over head. It's returned politely, along with a casual, "Hey, Crewman." Which seems to remind him, "Oh, congrats on the new pins. Don't think I got a chance to say it before."

Toby that gets a grunt from Toby as he finishes with the second wrap before basic human decency kicks in and he offers the pilot a slightly distracted, "er.. thanks." Sizing himself up against the punch bag he slips in a few arm and shoulder warmup stretches before apparently deciding that some higher degree of conversation is needed. "So," he starts, still eyeing the bag rather than the pilot, "that stabiliser fixed okay?"

Phin eyes the deckie, and the heavy bag he's getting ready to work, before venturing further into this conversation thing. While continuing to stretch his arms up and over his head. "Oh, yeah. Was working just fine when we went out last night. I think the handling controls got kind of frakked when we were tangling with the toasters, though. I put down the details in my post-flight."

"We'll get it fixed up for you," Toby replies as he makes a few final stretches, "can't say how quick though. Handling ain't my thing." Seemingly satisfied with his warmup he takes a couple of wary jabs at the bag, watching how it responds, before seemingly being satisfied with that too and starting to work out. "I'm sure the Chief is on it though."

"Yeah, you guys always do," Phin says, extending one leg and bending down over it. To touch his toes, length-wise. "I had to try and patch some of the nav controls myself last night in the cockpit, to get the bird under control. I tried to be as exact about what I'd done as I could, in case some of the wires got crossed.

Toby would shrug, but he's mid-swing and that just wouldn't work, so instead he offers a brief "meh" as nav isn't really his thing either. "Better on a Viper than a Raptor he concedes after a few more punches, "easier to just make you a new one if your's turns out to be frakked."

"I mean, I don't think I broke it or anything," Phin says, both a little defensive and a little alarmed at the prospect. "At least, no worse than it was already. It landed OK. I trained in some basic emergency repairs, and like fire safety and stuff."
"Well, you know what they say," Toby replies, focusing intently on the bag, "any landing you can walk away from and all that." Deciding that the bag is swinging too much he catches it with his hands to still it before starting to punch again, harder this time, but further up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah. Right," Phin mutters, at the 'sure it'll be fine' part. He finishes his stretches and stands, tilting his head at Toby. "Something wrong, Crewman?" It's said in a hesitant, 'Umm, what did I do?' kind of way.

"Wrong?" Toby repeats, glancing very briefly to the pilot between punches. "We have toasters in our midst, Minos just got added to the 'no survivors' list cos brass don't give a shit and from what I hear, the plans to take the war forwards have hit obstacles. Other than that though? Nah, I wouldn't say anythings wrong, would you?" His tone is perhaps a little on the harsh side, but it's not directly accusatory towards Phin, more just general anger being vented as he continues to punch away.

Phin lets out a long breath at all that. He frowns at the bit about 'toasters in our midst', but he doesn't comment on it. "Major Franklin's report on Minos from her last run said they couldn't tell what the state of the people who were in the domes after the attacks was. Just that there was no evidence of activity they could see. Except one radio operator who'd been left to maintain the distress signal. He was dead, but…" He folds his legs under him, shrugging. "Look, we should've gone back to Minos sooner. And Pallas, and Zeus and…" That last one in particular makes him shudder. "…but I don't think the Major intends to just abandon searches over Minos until we know for sure what happened there."

"Good for the Major," Toby mutters, mostly to himself as he picks up the intensity of his blows quite markedly. Then, in actual answer he offers, "we know they were nuked and we know they were left to die. We know they got so frakking desperate that they were even calling to the Cylons for aid." His tone has picked up an edge of bitterness now as he pummels the bag before him. "Sugarcoat it as much as you like, but you don't do that til there's nothing else. That's thousands and thousands of lives lost because no one could be bothered to go save them."

"There's more hope for them than those ships around Zeus," Phin says. Though it's not much. "Look. If Major Zachary Sheperd hadn't gone AWOL, he'd be court martialed for the way he handled those initial recons. But he frakked off, and Command trusted his word that things were in-hand, and so did we. Not saying we shouldn't have pushed for more but…" He trails off. "I saw the footage Major Franklin brought back of all those ghost ships, with all those people aboard. We should've done more

"And we don't have the resources to look for him, so he gets of scott free and the souls of all those he damned get trapped," Toby replies rapidly, really giving it what-for on the bag now. That does have the side-effect of making him breathe harder which means his words are generally bunched up into short bursts between punches. "He can't get away with this. Nor can the others, those that left those people to die. We're supposed to be protecting them, killing the toasters but what do we do instead? We protect the toasters and do nothing as our own die slow, lingering deaths." Stopping the bag between his hands once more he rests his forehead against it for a moment until he has enough air again then turns back to Phin, "this isn't what I signed up for. I should have stayed with Spree and said dam the risks."

"We wouldn't even know where to start looking for Sheperd." Not that Phin sounds happy about that, either. "He's probably dead on his own out there, anyway. Piraeus is the only spot you can even call 'safe' left in the worlds. Least that I know of. Either the toasters got him or he's run out of food and water by now, and the gods have sorted it out for themselves. I don't know what to say about the rest, except we're trying. Rescue ops are planned for Pallas, and Major Franklin's gotten back on top of reconning the colonies. What was that you said before, about stalls in the war planning to retake Picon?"

Toby doesn't look entirely placated at the remarks about Shepard, but in the interest of not derailing the conversation entirely he just scowls a little then moves on. "Caprica, from what I heard, not Picon, but then I'm not exactly in the loop for such discussions so who knows." He gives a faint shrug, one hand still resting against the bag, "all I heard was that apparently we were relying on the Toasters to be stupid, and they're not. Who knew?"

"Caprica?" Phin looks more puzzled than anything else by that. "Last I heard from Lieutenant Colonel Petra, we had the forces to try and retake Picon. With the new Blackjack personnel, combined with Spree's folks on the ground. And that was what they were pushing for next. What's going on with Caprica? I mean, I know they wanted to run some ops there, but the toasters are using it as some kind of freaky base, far as I know. Either colluding with some of the humans there, or controlling them with those weird-ass synthetic…things they can put in people." He shudders. "Hope it's the latter. Wouldn't like to think of anyone just going along with the Cylons. Even Capricans."

Toby can only shrug again, "you know as much as I do now," is the best he can offer before turning to start assaulting the bag again. Several thumps hit home before he speaks again, and even then it's only to say, "some people'll go along with anything. If it suits them. We'll get them though, in the end, once we've eliminated the Toasters. Collaborators won't have anywhere to hide."

"Yeah. Right. After we deal with the toasters." Phin says no more than that on the subject of collaborators. It plainly troubles him, but he doesn't want to give voice to his thoughts on it beyond that. He stands, cool down stretches more of less done. Just watching Toby and the heavy bag for a moment. "Look…" There are probably some inspiring, officer-y words about morale he should come up with right now. But they fail him. "…thanks for checking on my stabilizers."

Toby isn't in the mood to push for details, so he simply nods his agreement to the general principal of 'dealing' with the Toasters. The lack of officer-y words is probably a good thing, as they'd likely not be received well at the moment, but the thanks gets a brief nod, "all part of the job."

"Right. Later." With that, Phin starts to walk out of the fitness center. Though he does turn to add, "If you've got any ideas on how to approach further scouting of Minos, might do to bring them to your CO or the TACCO. Can't say I know much about the terrain in those domes, or if any of our other officers do."

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