ALT #417: The Situation is Complicated
The Situation is Complicated
Summary: Song and Toby discuss the upcomng trip to Troy, and the skinjobs.
Date: 27/Feb/2014
Related Logs: None specifically
Toby Song 
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 #417

It's morning ship time, not scarilly early, just a little after breakfast when first shift are settling in for the day's work ahead. One crewman not on shift though is Toby, he's using the time to pummel one of the heavy punchbags instead. His hands are wrapped in protective tape and he's managed to work up a sweat already. There are a few others about the place, mostly on the treadmills and stationary bikes at the back, but all in all the place is quiet.

Martin Song arrives in the fitness center wearing track pants, trainers, and a faded Caprica Buccaneers t-shirt which displays the three consecutive years they won the championship laid out like a Pyramid arena in line art. The Captain scans the room and nods as he passes Toby on his way to the rowing machine right next to where the heavy bag is. "Goodmorning," Song says as he goes by, and then sits on the seat of the machine to set up the display panel the way he wants it.

Toby is focused enough on his workout that it takes him a moment to realise that he's just been spoken to. Slowing his workout so he can glance after Song he gives the an a brief nod and a "Morning sir," in acknowledgement. He vaguely recognises the doc from sickbay but he tends to avoid the place when he can, for probably obvious reasons. Then, eyein the man a minute he asks, "you coming to Troy later Doc?"

Martin looks away from the rowing machine's panel to consider Toby's question and then shrugs. "I'm actually not sure. I know they're sending Medical along, but it wasn't on my duty roster." Song turns and starts pulling the rowing cord in long draws, making the most of his relatively short frame, but he keeps his face semi-turned toward Toby. Apparently he doesn't mind talking and rowing at the same time. "I guess they'll send me if they wind up short-handed, you know?"

Toby throws a few more punches as he listens, he's a bit out of practice so his form isn't perfect, but being Tauran there's still plenty of power behind each one. "Heard Ian wanted to go, Petty Officer Leightner that is, but was rostered elsewhere, wondered who we might get along instead." He seems to approve of the general idea of taking medics along on such trips but then it does depend on the medic sometimes. "Hopefully won't need 'em mind, other than to work out what to grab, but you neverknow these days."

"I agree," Song says, continuing his even rowing pace. "I look forward to the day no one needs doctors." He grins for a few more pulls and adds, "Who's heading the expedition?"

"Myself and Chief Rutlii," Toby starts, having to pause an think on the rest a moment. "Not sure which raptor crew is going, but I heard Major Holtz is likely to, bar anything else that needs his attention." A few more punches land as he continues to think. "Likely some marines I reckon, just incase there are toasters there, hopefully they won't send their skinjob though, or frak could get nasty if you know what I mean Doc." His tone hardens towards the end there and the punches are landing noticably harder. "Or maybe it's better if they do, then it can be delt with eh?"

Martin nods when Toby lists some names. "That's good, I'm sure Major Holtz can run things properly." Martin rows steadily for a long moment as he considers the 'skinjob' question. "I know what you mean, Crewman. But the situation is complicated. I don't like them anymore than you do, but at least one is being cooperative enough to help us, and we are painfully short on allies right now."

"Help us to the tune of blowing up the simulator room while the wing was in there?" Toby retorts, slowing his punches to the point where he can grab the bag to steady it and turn to face the Captain properly. "Help us enough to blow up our munitions ship? Situation ain't complicated Doc, just the Brass either too blind to see what's going on or too stuck up themselves to admit they made a mistake." He shrugs slightly, obviosuly not considering his opinions either unusual nor contraversial. "Ain't seen either of 'em round much lately, suppose that's better than them waltzing around like they're people, insulting our dead and learning as much as they can about us before passing it on to the other toasters."

Martin takes a deep breath and stops rowing. Standing, he grabs a white towel off a nearby stack and tosses it across the back of his neck. "Crewman, you know I can't get into that. That's an unfinished investigation, and parts of it are classified." Song looks like he actually has quite a bit to say on the topic but finally just shakes his head. "But I /am/ sorry. I saw most of the casualties both times. There will be justice." Song claps Toby on the shoulder he passes, eventually ducking through the bulkhead exit.

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