ALT #428: Motive, means, opportunity, and EVIDENCE
Motive, means, opportunity, and EVIDENCE
Summary: Alexandra and Toby discuss the ongoing investigations.
Date: 10/Mar/2014
Related Logs: None pecifically
Alexandra Toby 
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 #428

Alexandra rolls a rebuilt viper engine into the bay on a dolley. She seems to be heading to a ship that's sitting in the yellow striped "working" area, with it's top engine down.

Toby has been down on Pireaus all day, helping run more damage control training for the Air Wing. He's still not managed to actually set any of them on fire though, so it's probably not gone terribly. He's in need of a shower but has stopped near the deck office to check the roster for tomorrow and catch up with the talk. Taking the opportunity to grab a drink as well he's sipping from a cup of water as Alexandra heads past ad offers her a quick upnod and an "afternoon Chief."

Alexandra nods and pauses a bit from where she is pushing the cart. "Toby" she says quietly. "What are you up to? This dammne engine's been foxing up all week, decided I'd break it down. Bad solder joint in a power take up board. Shit like that frosts my contacts"

Toby eyes the engine as it's history is explained, nodding a couple of times before glancing briefly towards the viper in question. "Been down with dirtside," he replies easily enough, "trying to make sure the fly-boys might actually be of some use in a hot landing. Still not going to roster an of 'em onto the fire parties, but if shit hits the fan at least they'll have a clue."

Alexandra says, "No they won't but they'll have a shadow of where to find it. Flyboys never have a ghost of a clew, its a guarantee." She smiles, and pats this engine. "Boy didn't even want to report the engine flux, cause he didn't want "his" ship downchecked""

"Trust me Chief, after what I just put them through, they'll have a clue," Toby replies, just a hint of pride round the edges of his voice. "If I could drill them on it regularly then theres a couple who could actually make it I think." He shakes his head at the story though and then asks with amusement, "that the offical new term for offices Chief?"

Alexandra chuckles, and smiles warmly. "Nope, nothing official" She pushes the engine into place, and takes a control and extends a winch down from the overhead. "Wanna help, or are you busy?"

Toby is not in his coveralls, and waves a hand down his front to indicate the same, "Sorry Chief, no ork on deck without the correct PPE. Ain't worth the shit I'd get for it, or indeed the shit I'd be in if a strop snapped or such." A quick glance arond spots an approaching aircraft handler though and he point in her direction, "looks like Adams might be able to give you a hand though if you need it."

Alexandra nods, and smiles as they rig up the engine to get properly hoisted into the engine compartment of the disassembled viper.

Toby takes the time to lodge the training records and reports for the flyboys and then finish his drink while the engine is replaced. Staying back by the office and well out of the work areas he asks, "don't suppose the jarheads have got off their backsides and deal with those responsible for the explosions yet have they?"

Alexandra climbs up on the Viper, and starts making the connections back in. "Not that I've heard, but I'm not as plugged in as you are, toby. Gossip just ain't my thing.

"You trying to tell me you're not bothered about seeing them finally deal with the two cylons that are running around exploding the simulators and blowing up our supply ships?" Toby replies, sounding faintly incredulous. "They're just wondering around like nothing is wrong while the MP in charge has been reading all the wing's private mail. It's frakked up."

Alexandra says, "I fix shit once it's blowed up. Investigations ain't my shit. Officers are all involved, what do you expect."

"And how you going to fix shit once they start feeling comfortable enough to just lob grenades into the berthings?" Toby asks with a frown, "did it on the Rabual, they'll do it again here." Folding his arms over his chest his frown deepens as he continues, "you're a Senior Chief, you saying we just just sit back and wait to be blown up like the fraking targets in the firing range?"

Alexandra says, "No, but we can't have a witch hunt either."

Toby eyes Alexandra a moment, then asks, "so what do you propose we do then? We know who did it, so do they, only they won't admit it. To the marines he's one of them and it's common knowledge that the corp comes before everything else. For the Brass to admit it, or even have them questioned, would be an admittance that they were wrong to take them in and grant them citizenship." Turning his head so he can spit into a bin at that he then turns back, "where's your middle ground?"

Alexandra says, "everyone knows" is never evidence. It's only suspicion. If everyone knew I was a screw up and a bad chief, and then everyone treated me that way, you'd say it was terrible, and be up in arms. If there was any "evidence" they'd take care of it. Corps loyalty isn't enough, no matter what it sounds like""

"Motive, they're cylons and we're at war," Toby starts, counting the big three off on his fingers, "Means, he's a fraking marine, he ha access to grenades and explosives in the small arms lockers. Opportunity, no one bat a fraking eyelid when he walks past becuase the Brass keep telling us 'he's safe'. I'm not a lawyer, but even I know that's the three you need." Her reply about the marines loyalty to each other though gets a much deeper frown, the kind that usually come with a nerve being struck. "Speaking as someone who's been on the wrong end of that loyalty I can say with no doubt at all that it fraking well is enough. They'll do anything for it."

Alexandra says, "Motive, means, opportunity, and EVIDENCE Toby. That's the part you're missing. I'm not gonna be part of a lynching. Seen that, been there, have the scars. You do it legal and aboveboard, or you're a mob screaming at the moon.""

"Ain't going to find any damn evidence if they don't even fraking question them are they?" Toby retorts, "fraking Ensign hauls my arse over the coals just because I got assigned to helping pick apart the mess in the sims, then spends the next weeks reading the wing's mail. They're burying it Chief."

Alexandra says, "Or there's nothing there. Depends on if you trust jarheads at all. And my guess is you have zero trust there."

"Damn straight I don't," Toby states bluntly, uncrossing his arms. He might trust a couple of them as individuals, but as a whole? Not in the slightest. Figuring he has nothing else to say onthe matter he starts to turn towards the hatch, considering inserting a gym session in before his shower and offer a imilarly blunt, "see you tomorrow Chief."

Alexandra nods and continues her work.

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