MD #158: Unrequited
Summary: Niamh blindsides Toby leaving one of them confused and the other angry.
Date: 14/09/2017
Related Logs: Blind and Stupid
Niamh Toby 
Deck Storage - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Taking any one of five elevators down to the below decks brings the individual to a heavily armored storage area. There are not any sprinklers here, though. Large, ominous vent shafts travel to the side of the pod and will open once the call is made from Damage Control in CIC or by the Deck Chief. The reason is that this area serves as the munitions and ordnance storage for the Vipers, Raptors, Rhinos, and Predators. Pallets of bombs, missiles, guns, bullets, and every type of deliverable munition in between are stored below decks, as well as the extra parts of all the aircraft aboard. There is also a very wide section to the large elevators for bringing up the limited Marines ground vehicles stored in here. Cameras monitor this area and the only access, outside the elevators, are sets of hatchways which are guarded at all hours by Marines.

For most, doing inventory is a punishment. It's tedious, boring, requires paying attention to numbers and making sure everything adds up correctly. But it's probably one of the few things that the Chief has /always/ loved. The absolute perfection required. It speaks to her OCD and her love of order, despite her generally dishevelled and disorderly appearance. Not that she gets much time to do inventory these days. It's a very rare occassion that finds her in Storage actually crunching the numbers, but with the sudden decision to raid Aerilon, she's personally making sure that the numbers are right. Just in case. So. That's where Niamh is, dressed in somewhat stained orange coveralls, her red hair pushed back into something that resembles a ponytail, held in place by numerous pencils. A clipboard in one hand, pencil in the other as she slowly makes her way down the rows, checking and noting and checking again.

Toby with his name pennciled in to go on the raid, Toby has been taking time to ensure that all the checklists are doen, and everything is where it should be. Right now he's after batteries, the emergency torches in the rhinos havne't had their batteries changed in months, and he's not leaving anything to chance. Not a big job, should only take ten minutes, but best get it done, and hence he's down in stores, grabbing the ones he needs. Its on his way out that he spots Niamh, and pauses to give her a nod of greeting. Not sure if things are still awkward or not after their last conversation he leaves it at that for now, and lets her take the lead.

Spotting Shackleton, Niamh pauses her number-checking to watch him, her green eyes steady on her fellow Tauran. She looks down, and makes a small note on the clipboard before leaving her spot and approaching him. Oh yes, things are still awkward. For her at any rate, the way she doesn't quite meet his eyes, the slightest hunch to her shoulders. But that doesn't stop her. «I've been hearing some interesting scutt.» She comments, coming even with him, her gaze fixed a little past him. It's not even a question, but the way she says it implies an answer is required, nonetheless.

«Oh?» Toby replies, with a faint frown, «what did it say?» He's guessing it invovlves him given she's brought it up, but he isn't sure exactly. «This about the thing with Flynn?» he guesses, it being the most likely option, given he's already told her he's putting in for a transfer, «what are people saying?»

Niamh lifts one shoulder in a slight shrug, «That you put Flynn in medical.» Pause, «That's the short version.» She finally drags her eyes away from whatever she was staring at to fix them on him. Head tilting a fraction, «Obviously I'd prefer to know what actually happened.» No, she's not going to make him tell her. She adjusts her grip on the clipboard and shifts slightly from one foot to the other, looking away from him again and this time finding an interesting stain on the floor.

Toby nods once as the answer is given. «Then there's at aleast some truth to it. I did. Kicked her in the throat and damaged her windpipe. Yates and I also held her down for the Doc while she was getting a tube down her to act as an airway.» He almost seems to be prepared to leave it at that, then he notes the added extra awkwardness and adds, «it was a spar. She asked. Just one of those things that happens sometimes. Ynyr was there, if he was in any doubt do you think I'd be stood here rather than in the brig?»

«I don't know.» Niamh replies honestly, «I haven't had much to do with the Gunnery Sergeant.» But she seems to accept his explanation and nods her head a couple of times. Then the pencil-weilding hand lifts, pushing stray strands of hair back from her face, securing them with said pencil. There's a moment of shifting, then suddenly she takes in a breath. «Any news on your transfer, yet?» It's like she's been dreading asking that question which comes out in a rush.

«If the Master at Arms see you hit someone who then immediately requires medical attention and you walk away from it, then he has to be sure there was no ill intent.» Toby answers, «for all his failings, Ynyr does not shy away from his work.» He does however, leave out the bit where Lleufer detained Rowan for kneeing him in the nads, that's still a painful subbject. As for the transfer he can only shrug slightly, «after this mission I guess. I've got provisional clearance from medical to start, so it's just paperwork to clear.» It's awkward for him too, and he doesn't enjoy passing on that news, but it's just something that has to be done.

There's a long silence from the Chief. That stain on the floor is utterly fascinating, judging by the way her entire being seems focused on it. A slow nod to his answer, «Alright.» Pause. Niamh pulls in a deep breath, her shoulders tensing, then relaxing, then tensing again. Her mouth opens and closes a few time and she takes a half step forward as she drags her eyes away from the stain to look at him, briefly. «Please be careful.» The words come out in a rush, «I know you have vengeance to mete out and … okay I don't understand it entirely but don't forget that there are people who care about you here, and we're still alive and want you to come back. I mean, maybe you don't want to come back. I know this isn't everyone's idea of good living. And that's okay too. I just…» Niamh takes a deep breath and looks him squarely in the eye with all the courage she can muster, «I lost you once, and I don't want to lose you again. That's all.» There's no hesitation as her hand lifts, fingers lightly touching his cheek if he'll let her before they move to grasp the pencil from her hair and she's turning away, likely to resume her inventory taking.

Toby takes a long deep breath then lets it out slowly. «Chief, I'm not planning on doing anything rash, or stupid. The only place I'm going is P, and that's not for a while yet. I know I have a few friends here,» few being the operative word there, but nows not the time for that conversation, «and you're right, they are the only ones that are still alive, and I intend to do what I can to ensure they stay that way. You're not going to lose me. I'll be just across the hallway, thats all.»

Niamh pauses, rocking back on her heels and muttering something under her breath about being stupid. Then she whirls around and closes the distance between them, rapidly. Oh yeah, snapping green eyes, she's /angry/ - not a common sight at all. «You!» The blunt end of her pencil pokes him in the chest. «Tobias» *poke* «Shackleton.» *poke* «Are the most infuriating man, /ever/.» *poke-poke* «I never had you to begin with. But I was stupid enough to love you anyway. I've held a candle for you, for so frakking long and you didn't even know it. Or if you did know it you couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. So wrapped up in frakkin' Piraeus and whatever's got you chained there…» She shakes her head, and looks disgusted. At herself. «Go be a Marine. I'll send someone else down for those.» A sharp nod to the batteries he's carrying. The Chief visibly starts pulling herself together, shoulders straightening, anger bleeding from her eyes as she remembers how to breathe.

Toby recognises the anger, but not the reason for it, and it's a confused and somewhat alarmed expression that greets her pencil jabs. «Chief!» He steps backa little for the sake of his ribs, «what!?» As she expresses her reasons his expression remains both confused and alarmed, either he had no clue, or he's a good actor. He opens his mouth to say somthing, but the words just don't seem to form and he ends up having to repeat «Chief, what? I mean..» nope, still not forming «what?» It takes a couple more attenpts but eventually he manages to get out a shocked sounding «I mean, I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, and I wish I had a better answer for you, but you're like a sister, or cousin, or..» He runs out of relatives pretty quickly, although at least he doesn't say daughter. Then, steadier, «I'm going to take these, and put them where they should be, and then finish my shift. Tomorrow is Aerlion, but if you don't want me on your deck after that, then I'll move my gear in the morning.»

Niamh flinches like he's just slapped her, the shattered pain in her eyes, on her face as blood drains leaving her pale and drawn. There's a long silence as she gathers her thoughts. Or at least attempts to. «Do you know.» Her voice surprisingly steady, «It hurt less to get the crap beaten out of me every day.» She swallows hard, and finally the tears flood over green irises as she shakes her head and drops the clipboard. «Do what you want. I don't care.» Biggest. Lie. Ever. But she walks away, no doubt it won't be long before some poor Crewman gets sent down to finish the inventory.

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