AWD #262: Lunchtime Reading
Lunchtime Reading
Summary: Two enlisted converge on the library for a spot of research over lunch.
Date: 25/Sep/2013
Related Logs: Various, but nothing all general rather than specific
Brina Toby 
Battlestar Orion — Deck 3 — Library
The metal stacks of books start near the door and run the entire length of the room, which is almost forty meters. The room is twice as wide and there are several corridors that lead down the rows. Near the door is a desk clerk manned by a Crewman from Supply, but farther back, in the quiet of the room, are generally several other people milling about. Towards the rear are several seating areas with tables and chairs. There are sections covering a broad topics and individuals can also look at maps, rent videos, and even games.
AWD #262

Brina, who just had a very short interlude of the social kind with one of the officers, is seated back at her table. The same stack of books are there as well as her water bottle, the former easily numbering five in quantity. There's also one set before her, still opened to the page she left off at. Shaking her head, she returns to her studies.

The hanger bay can only really be described as hectic at the moment, with birds being prepped for various outings over teh coming days. Toby had been planning on grabbing his lunch in the mess, but it seems that that is hectic too at the moment, so instead he's grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a drink and decamped to the library. The clerk may not like it, but sod him, there's important research to be done and he has half an hour to at least make a start on digging stuff out. As such, he ditches the sarnies on the table next to Brina, noticing her for the first time as he then starts towards the shelves. She earns a brief nod and then he's gone, only to return a couple of minutes later with a CSAR manual and what appear to be raptor schematics.

Brina looks and smiles, her expression faintly distracted. "Hey, Shackleton. What's up?" The greeting is kept short for the sake of anyone else who might be present. Best not to be a disturbance and risk being shushed. The food is noticed and her stomach growls, reminding her to get something to eat before she goes on duty later.
Announcement: Dropkick shouts, "Four hours to strike time, folks. We'll be holding it in TP1."

Dropping the books the last inch or so onto the table, Toby grabs one of his sandwiches and tosses it in Brina's direction before reaching to unwrap the other one for himself. Nothing wrong with his hearing it seems. "Hey," he replies as he sits, reaching forst for the CSAR book and flicking straight to the back so he can scan the index carefully.

"Getting ready for all the flying that's going to be going on?" The book Brie was reading is closed and returned to her stack so they all can be easily gathered and taken with her when the time comes. "Man," she adds in a sigh, "it's getting crazy. So much going on. Hopefully we won't lose anyone."

"Hmm?" Tody answers, not initially looking up from the book. As he finishs one page though and flips it over to sart teh next it seems to click in his head that she as actually talking to him and he looks up sharply, "what? Sorry. No, well, yes. It'll likely be another long day but his is a sort of side project. I'm on lunch," he holds up his sandwich as proof, "so I figured I'd have a quick scan of things before I have to go back." Motioning towards her books with said sandwich he then asks, "you?"

Brina ahs and nods. "Gotcha. One of those top secret kind of things or can you talk about what it is?" There's no pressure on Toby to answer. All Brina does is voice her curiosity in the form of a question and it's left at that. Her own reading material is regarded, next. "Just doing some more reading on military dog training. I'm wanting to try and get ahead of the learning curve some. Trying to make Sergeant Yrnr proud of me after that huge frak up on my part."

"How to find a raptor that's been missing for months and who's pilot doesn't want it to be found," Toby answers, grinning a little. He figures that given his previous conversations with Brina she likely knows what he's talking about. Skimming another column as she replies he then asks, "you met the dogs yet then? I know Ynyr was talking about heading planetwards to do that at somepoint."

Ah. Yes. That. She does indeed know what it is Toby's doing. "You've really taken quite a bit of interest. I'm impressed. I am curious as well, I have to confess. Why?" The water bottle is sipped from before, with a shake of her head, she replies softly, "We were going to do that this weekend but the mission needs to happen first." There's that twinge of disappointment in her voice like there was when Lleufer told her the picking out of a dog will have to be postponed. O'Connell is really looking forward to it.

It seems what Toby is looking for isn't in the next column either, but then it is a big and detailed index so he's by no means beaten yet. Leaning back a bit he actually takes a bite out of the sandwich that's been in his hand all this time and replies as he eats, "that fraker left thousands of Taurans to do the slow death of radiation poisoning and starvation on Minos. He knew they were there, he knew they were savable, he did frak all. Same for other places to, Pallas for starters. He failed to do recon mean there were ships os survivors we didn't find until it was months too late." Another bite. "He did nothing to stop the deaths of countless thousands, and until that is avenged, they can not pass on but are trapped." It's a well known fact on amongst Taurans, but apparently less well known elsewhere. "Now, technically, punching him in the face until he's dead would do that, but if we haul his arse in and hold him accountable for them, then thats better in just about every way. Make sure he knows what he's done, make sure everyone else who might be thinking about cutting corners knows what'll happen if they do, and still get justice for those who are gone." Yeah, he has quite a bit invested in this, so much so that he almost misses that hint of disapointment about the dogs. Catching it in time though he offers a faint smile, "they'll still be waiting for you when you get back, don't worry."

"And you have every right to be upset." Her hands are used to rest her chin and then she braces her elbows on the table. Not the most comfortable position but it is enough so that she doesn't hurry to change positions for now. "If you need help and I can, please let me know. I am not sure if we will be able to help officially, but if we can volunteer sign me up." The topic of the dog has her nodding but she doesn't talk any further on it herself for now.

"I'm sure Ynyr will find a use for you once the hunt starts," Toby replies with a faint grin, "maybe even with those dogs of yours if things go well." Another bite, which he actually chews and swallows before continuing this time. "Personally, I'm going to be beating any raptor pilot and ECO I can find into spilling every trick they know that might be relevent and putting thir heads together with some of the more experienced ariframe and avionics guys. See what we can come up with."

"Hopefully we'll have a dog who is trained enough to be able to be a working dog by then." The 'project' of Toby's could take months but it takes just as long, if not longer, for a canine to be properly trained. Brina purses her lips, her eyes closing. "There are so many details to consider, isn't it? It isn't just about finding the bird, it's finding him, too and all that entails. Lot of leg work."

"Logs of leg work," Toby agrees with a slight nod before he polishes off the remains of his meal, "but everything has to start somewhere and if we find the Raptor then we are closer to finding the man. That, and we can not replace the Raptors we loose, so getting one back is a prize in itself." Closing hte book again he rests his arms on the cover and shrugs, "It's a multi-faceted problem, I think thats the term anyway, but this is one angle I can chip away at to see if it produces results. Ynyr likely has other angles and other people with yet more. We all chip away, chances are we'll work something out between us."

"Hey, I hate to do this," Brina gets up and takes her books in arm and bottle in hand, "but I need to go and get ready for work. But I'd really love to talk with you about this more." Toby has done a very good job of piquing her interest. "See you later."

Toby does a quick check of the time and nods in understanding. "I should be getting back too, this is not a week for lazy lunches and idle chatter." Pushing his own chair back he wipes the crumbs from his face with the back of his hand then collects the book and schematics so he can sign them out for later study. "Good day O'Connell."

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