AWD #087: Talk about Stupidity
Talk about Stupidity
Summary: Jason and Toby run into each other at the Obs Deck, and have a talk about recent events.
Date: 03/04/2013(OOC Date)
Related Logs: Mob Mentality and events following that one.
Jason Toby 
Observation Deck - Deck 3
The Obs Deck is one of the more quiet areas on the Orion where people can come to get away from the hustle and bustle that goes with of the rest of duty on the ship. The front of the room is a very large armored glass window to allow a dominating view of whatever is out ahead of the battlestar. Seats rise up at even levels, plush chairs and couches provided for the crew to relax in. During Condition One an armored plate is lowered down to cover the view and prevent the room from becoming a hazard and seal tight.
AWD #87

It's been a rough day, after the talking in the mess hall the day before, and now Jason's made his way into the observation deck. Standing by the window, he looks outside there, a small picture in his hand, it would seem. He's talking very quietly to himself, expression a bit absent for the moment.

Toby had, before War Day, never left Tauron, never seen space except by looking up at the stars at night. There's then been a brief and somewhat hairy trip to Picon during which he was mostly watching his home boil in a radioactive fire and kissing his arse goodbye. As such, this is one of the first times he's ever actually seen space for what it truely is and as he steps onto the Obs Deck for the first time it's enough to halt him in his footsteps as he just stares at the inherant beauty of it all.

Turning his head a little as he hears footsteps, Jason puts away the picture now. "It's quite a sight, isn't it?" he offers a bit quietly, as he turns to study Toby rather carefully for the moment. "Shackleton, was it?"

Toby takes a few seconds to respond, he's still just staring. Then he blinks slightly as it registers that someone has spoken and tares his eyes away to glance at Jason instead. "Hmm? Oh, yeah?" he answers somewhat distractedly to the first question before nodding to the second. If he's noticed that Jason is the guy he put down in the hall way he's showing no sign, seems space is just too damn distracting.

"Look… about the other day…" Jason begins, after a few moments, a bit uncertain of what else to say at the moment. "I'm sorry." Keep it simple, won't you, Springthorpe?

Toby looks a tad uncertain as Jason speaks, but then the penny drops and he places the man’s face, focusing on him a little more now. This is the second pilot to apologize to him in the past few hours and it seems a tad, odd, but studying the man's expression he's not convinced that this is anything that's been forced upon him. There's a pause, as he considers how best to reply before he asks, almost cautiously, "where are you from?"

"Virgon," Jason replies, after a few moments of pause, before he adds, "Just outside of Boskirk. How about you? Aside from just the general part about being from Tauron, that is?"

"Virgon's rich, or was" Toby replies, ignoring the question for now, he'll get to it later, "Tauron ain't. Most kids where I grew up went into the mines at 13 cos it was the only way there'd be food to eat. Them that did sign on mostly couldn't afford fancy degrees or educations, hell, most I reckon were using a few years enlisted to pay for that. Don't make any of 'em stupid though, just cos they ain't got pins on their collar."

Jason nods a little as he hears that. "I know," he replies, a bit quietly. "I never meant anything to sound like I was saying they were all stupid."

"You near-as stated that we have no brains," Toby replies cautiously, "and that we struggle to use what we do have inside our skulls. What part of that was not meant to sound like you were saying we're stupid?" he asks, before adding as a very definite after-thought, "Sir?"

"I…" Jason pauses for a few moments, before he nods a bit slowly. "I said that, it's true," he admits, before he adds, "I never should have, and I know it's not true. I could hide behind the fact things have been shitty lately, but that's too cowardly." Another brief pause, as he studies the other man, before he adds, "The truth is, the one who was stupid, that's me."

Toby nods slowly at that before continuing, "We don't want a war between Air and Deck, we got enough of one of those already with the frakking Toasters, but you guys gotta remember that not everything revolved around you and your egos." That's possibly more a comment about Luc than Jason, but oh well. "The rest of us are people two and we don't just exist to say 'yes sir' or 'no sir' and fix things you break. We're fighting for survival, to lay to rest those billions of souls that are trapped in torment because of what they did. We all are, not just you guys out there and if some of you can frakking well start to remember that then maybe shit like that won't happen again."

Jason nods as he hears Toby's words. "Truth," he offers, rather quietly, before he adds, "And I'm usually more careful with what I say. After all, ferrying around Marines every now and then, you get to know them after a little while." Another brief pause, before he offers a hand to the other man now.

Toby looks to Jason's hand a moment, but all he can see is Luc's accompanied by the other pilot's smirk. Looking back up he shakes his head subtly, "when I see shit improving, then I'll shake your hand. Likely say sorry for putting you on the floor an' all. Apologizin's all well and good but it don't mean frak if nothing changes." He no longer seems so keen to just stand and watch the stars but stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns to head back out into the hallway.

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