AWD #346: No Official Complaints
No Official Complaints
Summary: Toby grumps at Fairfax over the events of Aerlion
Date: 01/06/2016
Related Logs: Aerlion Rhino Logs
Toby Fairfax 
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 #346

It's Toby's off-shift time, and while he's been spending time helping with the refit of the Iron Pilgrim, he's not sleeping there and so is now back on Orion until he's shuttled over there again. With an hour or two yet before he needs to sleep he's headed to the fitness centre to burn off the frustration of there being cylons onboard that he's not allowed to space by taking it out on one of teh heavy punch bags. Thump. Thump. Thump. It's not quite rhythmic, but it seems to be getting the job done.

Fairfax steps into the gym, also in sweats, clearly ready to work out. Although he mostly lives his life in an office, now, he seems to believe in keeping fit nonetheless. Toby is given a nod when he's spotted, but he doesn't say anything to interupt.

Toby doesn't immediately spot the marine, he's too focused on his workout. After a long day's hard labour though he's not got the stamina to go for long so soon he slows, starts to warm down. Thats when he notes the other presense and eyes Fairfax a moment ebfore giving him a short nod of acknowledgement. He doesn't seem to be entirely pleased by the company, but he tolerates it in silence for a few moments before he something quite clearly occurs to him and he turns back. "So," he starts bluntly, "how fraked is Ynyr and his career?"

There's a pause, and several blinks, before Fairfax actually answers Toby. He seems taken aback, as though caught by suprise. Which he probably is, to be fair. "Sergeant Ynyr is doing quite well, thank you for asking. I can't go too far into his medical information with you of course, but he seems on course to make a full recovery and has been able to return to field duties." Given the fairly serious medical history of the man, it's an understandable first place to go to.

Toby pauses in his warmdown and reaches out to still the remaining swing of the bag before gracing Fairfax with a look that seems to imply that he's silently questioning the intelligence of the officer. "Aerlion," he replies slowly, then to make sure he's perfectly clear, "when we recovered the rhinos. How frakked is he after that."

Fairfax returns Toby's look impassively, though he's surely picking up on the silent implication. "You know very well, I'm sure, that I cannot discuss any individual marine's disciplinary status with you." He points out, equally as slowly. "I do not think it out of line, however, to say that no official complaints have been filed about the conduct of Sergeant Ynyr on Aerlion."

With the bag still Toby lets go of it, allowing him to step away and fold his arms across his chest. He listens, silently, although at Fairfax's last remark he just smiles almost increduliously. "Really?" he shakes his head slowly, "he leaves it to the unarmed and unarmoured to talk down someone a hairs breadth from shooting the CAG, escalates the situation rather than defuses it, usurps the chain of command, and no one has complained? Now, don't get me wrong, the CAG wasn't helping the situation either, but neither was he. I mean, Eliza's hand was on her pistol, and it was me that had to step infront of her and talk her down, but hey, if you're happy he was doing his job just fine by arguing with the CAG while that was going on then who the frak am I to comment."

"Really." Fairfax nods affirmatively, before taking a deep breath. "I wasn't there. I have heard several conflicting stories as to what happened, and how. The CAG was the officer in charge of that mission. So either she was satisfied enough with Sergeant Ynyr's conduct that she did not wish to make a complaint to me, or she feels unable to do so." A pause. "Since we see each other regularly, and I consider her a friend, I would very much hope it is not the latter. In light of your concerns, however, I will ask her, just to make sure." He seems to be choosing his words very carefully, and there's a lot of pauses as if to steady himself.

"Really," Toby replies, firmly and solumnly. He leaves it at that for a moment or two, letting a heavy silence form and linger before he just shakes his head again and starts unwinding the boxing wraps around his knuckles. "Do that, or not, it's your choice. Forgive me if I don't hold my breath though." With one wrap off he gestures towards the bag he's just finished with, inviting Fairfax to go ahead and start his exercise.

"Of course." Fairfax says at the talk of not holding his breath. He just doesn't seem to know what else to say. There's a long exhale as the bag is gestured to. "Thank you." And Fairfax steps up to begin wrapping up and boxing the bag. He certainly seems to have some frustration to work out.

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