AWD #387: Rhino Renovations
Rhino Renovations
Summary: Gloria comes to ask for some help from Deck to help fit anti-grav discs on the Rhinos.
Date: 13/07/2016
Related Logs: 'TBD'
Alex Gloria 
Hangar Bay
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.

It's fair to say that Gloria is not among the usual visitors to the hanger bay. She passes through when she has to take a raptor ride somewhere, but really, that's about it. Until now that is. Fortunately she's been informed that the new Deck Chief is currently in the bay that doesn't contain a rotting raider corpse so the smell should just be Tyllium, which she can handle. Dressed in her greens to indicate she's on duty she ducks through the hatch with a clipboard under her arm, then accosts the nearest passing knuckledragger for assistance, as she has no idea what the CPO actually looks like.

Gloria is fortunate enough to have caught the new CPO sometime soon after lunch, but before she's started in on her afternoon work. Gloria is directed to the whiteboard with a point of the knuckledragger's thumb and a grunt before they move on. The tall blonde is wiping the board clean. "What in Hades happened to the black marker?" she asks without turning.

Gloria has an ordinary pen, for writing on paper, but nothing for the board, so she can't really help there. She does crane her neck a bit though to see if she can spot it. Failing inthat endeavour she clears her throat faintly then asks "Chief Ferrell? PO3 Oates, I sent you a message about needing help from your department. Is now a bad time?"

Alex turns just as she's finished writing her name up as the duty NCO. "Oh yeah. Was wondering when I'd see you around here. Just one sec." She reaches around her back to pull out a memo pad that's been tucked into her tool belt and then pulls a pencil from behind her ear. "So, tell me about these Rhinos you've been upgrading." Not one to beat around the bush.

"Old first war beasts," Gloria replies, not sure if Alex has had any degree of briefing on them given how old they are. "Not been in service for a long time but heavily armed and really good for taking out large numbers of hostile infantry. We retrieved two from Aerlion a month or so ago and I've been working, along with others, to modernise and update their systems to offset some of the legacy issues in their operation."

Alex whistles briefly in appreciation at the task the others have taken on already. "I haven't. The last time I saw a Rhino was in a book when I was thirteen. Let me guess, the updated systems are drawing too much power for what she was fitted?"

"Not quite," Gloria replies with a smile, "although we might need to do that once we get to the first test flights." She pauses a moment, then starts the list, "given the main issue reported is that it's slow and sluggish to handle, we've so far updated the core flight control module to allow the ship's computers to handle our more modern CPU hardware, and fixed the APIs so they can handle the faster response time. What we need to do now is update the emitters on the antigrav discs, the new parts of which can handily be made in the viper factory. Or so I'm told."

The Chief goes heads down on her memo pad as soon as Gloria starts listing off the real issues at hand. "Hmm. Yeah, luckily, that's not all that surprising. Alright. Anything worse?" She smiles. "I have to admit I've been looking forward to this. I'm told the Rhinos don't smell like a rotting corpse which is a plus at this point." Because the other 'shiny' thing is…not taking any other Raiders to the cylon prom anytime soon.

"Nothing worse that we're aware of at this point," Gloria replies, "we think we've got the code all sorted, it's now a hardware problem and that's where it ceases to be anything I can really do anything with." Hence being here. "I've put in an order with the factory, so parts shouldn't be an issue, but fitting them? Well, that's where your department shines. On the plus side, it shouldn't take too long, but if you have a team you could spare then I'd be very grateful."

"Oh, lovely. Thank you." Alex crosses something out, perhaps the new information cutting out a lot of what she was going to ask. "Yes. I should be able to spare the people. I'll take a look at the schedule so I'm not cutting us short. I'll have them report to you in short order for the work. I'm sure the fleet is itching to get these puppies online, so I won't drag it out by trying to make sure I get a crack at it. As I'm sure there will be plenty of chances down the road." She flips the front of the memo pad back over the front and reaches back to tuck it away again, watching Gloria for confirmation.

"Thank you Chief," Gloria replies, "I'll take whomever you feel is best. I'm sure though, that as Chief, no one would bat an eyelid if you wanted to come inspect the rhinos yourself. I mean, once they're cleared for active service then it'll be your department that's tasked with their upkeep, even if they're too big for the hanger bay. They're just down at Sheridan, so it's a quick raptor ride, wouldn't keep you away from here for long."

"Well, considering a Lieutenant thought a trip to the CIC would keep me away from the deck too long," Alex says with an obvious bite of sarcasm. "I shouldn't fault her I suppose, but…" she shrugs and smirks. "I'll see if I can steal away with them," she says, lowering her voice a little as she tucks her chin to her chest. "I'll send you word by the end of the day when you can expect us."

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