AWD #634: Times Up
Times Up
Summary: Toby reports back to Elias with his decision
Date: 19/03/2017
Related Logs: Twenty Four Hours
Elias Toby 
Map Room - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
Dominating the room is the large bottom-lit map table in the very center. Ten feet across and eight feet the other way, the table can gather a large number of people around it while still accommodating enlisted and support personnel in the small riser seating behind the table. The risers are done in single-piece desk sections that run the width of the seating area and have small reporting displays built into them along with communications ports for headphones. At the head of the room are two very large LED displays that can have almost anything put on them, including projections of what is on the map table. A single computer at the support seating controls this and in the rear of the room is a large, locked case that holds maps and table models.
AWD #634

The cease fire has been in place for forty-eight hours, and as further reports of Cylon compliance come in, more people are starting to believe this may be for real. Tensions have eased enough that junior personnel are getting a chance to stand watch in the CIC, freeing the TACCO to retreat to his old haunts in the Map Room. Elias is standing beside the main table, leaning against with his arms folded across his chest. He's watching what looks like Raptor video footage, shot in a nebula somewhere, with the image tumbling crazily — the bus is clearly out of control. A half-smoked cigarette dangles from the young Major's lips, momentarily forgotten as he concentrates on the image.

Toby hasn't quite used all of his twenty four hours grace, but there's little enough of it left that he's come to the conclusion that he's done all he can with it, and what's left over can not be helped. Given the qualifier of 'effective immediately' he's already cleared his rank and returned his gear to stores so when he enters the map room it's in civvies and with a small rucksack on his back. Well, almost all civvies, he's still in fleet issue boots, but they're too broken in to be much use to anyone else. Ignoring the odd looks he gets as he heads towards Elias he stops a pace or two away from the TACCO and clears his throat to announce his presence.

There's a first glance towards Toby, and then a subtle double take when he recognizes who it is that's there, out of uniform. A faint frown pulls at the corners of his lips, and Elias takes a second to pause the video playback before turning towards the newcomer. "Shackleton," he greets the man matter of fact tone. "I take it you've made your decision." The significance of civilian attire doesn't appear to have escaped him.

"Major," Toby replies, almost matching Elias' tone before reaching into a pocket and tossing something small towards the Major. Well, some things small, his dog tags, and their linking chains. "Wasn't really much of a choice in the end," he notes, ignoring the screen entirely, "so, what now? I guess I have to sign something?" If there's one thing he's learnt in the military it's that you always have to sign things, always.

Elias is standing, relatively relaxed, with his cigarette in his right hand. Was he expecting Toby to simply hand his ID tags to him? The quick toss clearly catches the Major off guard, and he isn't able to catch them left handed. There's a moment where Elias just stands there eyeing Shackleton, then he stoops and picks up the fumbled dog tags. These he slips into his pocket before taking a drag on his smoke and smoothing his expression. "Mmm," he says for the lack of choice. He doesn't argue, but neither does he apologize. It is what it is. "See personnel on Deck one to sign your discharge paperwork," he replies with a nod. And after a second's consideration, Elias adds, "But Admiral Jameson would like a word with you. Stop by his stateroom before you head up."

Toby fights really, really hard not to smirk when Elias misses the catch. It highly unlikely that he can hide the amusement in his eyes, but does manage not to break out into a grin until the Major bends to retrieve them. He's largely got it back under control again by the time they're squared away. There's a faint nod at the mention of personnel, he should probably have guessed that one, but the remark about the Admiral seems to catch him unawares. "The Admiral?" he repeats back, expression reading a hint of confusion and a fair degree of curiosity. "Why?" Then, more practically, "and how the frak to do I find his stateroom? Never been that deep in officer country before."

Elias manages not to look annoyed anymore, at least. The TACCO gives a small shake of his head, sounding indifferent to the man's question. "He didn't say." Then he pauses to take another drag before offering directions. He gestures with his cigarette towards the hatch. "Head aft," presumably down the main corridor, "and take the next junction left to the officer's barracks. Keep heading starboard until you see the MPs." Studying the older man, Elias seems to consider saying more. But in the end all he says is, "Good luck, Mr. Shackleton."

Toby listens to the directions carefully, running them over silently inn his head before giving a single nod of both acknowledgement and thanks. A quip about why he might need luck to see the admiral half forms in his head, but he pushes it back into the depths from which it came. He's had his fun at Elias' expense, time to leave him be. "See you round I guess," he closes with, in a manner which suggests he isn't actually expecting to, but none the less feels socially obliged to at least say something before he turns his back and heads out of the hatch.

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