| Crappy Jobs |
| Summary: | Deckies and Officers both have crappy jobs sometimes. |
| Date: | 25 Aug 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| Hangar Deck - Starboard - Midship - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| This Hangar Bay is filled with boxes, crates and other various supplies that are needed throughout the ship. Most have been moved to one end and lashed with tarps to keep them out of the way. The place has gone from extra ship storage on one end and the ability to house over 450 people on the other end. Whatever could be made into cots has been set up like a huge barracks. Some areas have been made more presentable with a few items that belong to the person holding onto their small area in this world. Marines guard this area 24/7 and food is brought in cafeteria style, feeding people out of vats and buckets as they line up with their plates. One area has been tarped off to the side, that holds canvas showers and sinks. The 'Head' in this area has to be cleaned daily since it is a temporary military bathroom setup, due to there is no way to flush it out through pipes. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #180 |
Seated over on a crate to one side of the hangar bay, in an area now used as a communal space for the civilians on board, is one distinctly non-civilian figure. Although his top half might fit in with the general populace, in the standard double tank top uniform deal, there's no mistaking the bright orange overalls on Shiner's lower half, pointing him out as a member of the deck crew, the arms tied loosely around his waist while he idly shuffles a deck of cards in his hands.
In the same fashion that this deckie stands out amidst the civilians down here, so too does the marine that enters the starboard hangar. Aside from being a woman, tall, and blonde, she's wearing a duty uniform with an a few high rank markings. The duty MPs salute, so…this is someone with some pull! What the hell she's doing down here though is anyone's guess. She has in her hand a clipboard, and is walking towards some of the gaggles of civilians. Maybe it's a recruitment trip. Maybe it's for another purpose.
Shiner flips over a card in his hand, smirks once, then looks up idly. On spying what appears to be rank by the hurried salutes, he jerks upright, immediately sliding the deck guiltily away into a side pocket and retrieving a spanner from his belt to replace it. Quick! Look busy! Uh… spanner… wall. Spanner. Wall. Busy. Yes.
Unfortunately, said brass /is/ heading in Shiner's direction. As the only deckie currently 'working' down here, he's going to be the one answering some of her questions. "Excuse me, Apprentice," Madilyn calls out in his direction. The rank marks are clear, even if she can't remember (or doesn't know) his name. "Are you currently assisting in installing the permanent waste receptacles?"
Shiner starts, eyes widening as he's addressed, and he lifts the spanner in a sort of futile 'honest, I was working' gesture. "I… uh… what?"
With the clipboard, Madilyn motions towards the locale of the temporary port-o-john setups. Off to the side, along the actual inner wall of the ship, a chunk has been cut open, but tack-welded back into place in a few spots - just enough to keep those curious and nosey civilians from poking around inside the skin of the ship. "That, Apprentice…well, I'm afraid I don't know your name," Madilyn finally confesses.
"Oh, the shitters?" Shiner queries, the penny finally dropping. "Uh, I mean the toilet… facilities. Yes, sir. I'm sort of working on them, yeah. What did you need with them?" he asks, eying the marine uniform with some curiosity and a greater than usual squint. "Did you want the shit, after all?"
Well, that's certainly one particular way of approaching an officer of the Colonial armed forces. "Well, since you asked so politely, I'll be brief. With the hole cut in the skin of the ship, I wanted to take a look inside. There was a Cylon attack made through those pasageways, and I'd like to have a look for myself. It's my understanding that this is a particularly nasty stretch with wiring and piping behind the skin."
Shiner scratches behind one ear, nodding vaguely and wrinkling his nose. "Yeah, it's kind of like spaghetti back there. You're allowed to have a look, are you, sir? I mean, not that I doubt you or anything, but you know, I don't want to get in trouble for pulling things apart to show you. Did you want Bannik instead, maybe? I mean, he knows exactly what's what here. I just pull what I'm told to pull and drill what I'm told to drill and all, sir."
"That's all I need you to do, honestly. Just pull that plate off so that I can peek inside. The other points of entry were in regions with far less 'stuff' behind the walls. I'm just double-checking the security of this place as it becomes a more permanent home for refugees." By this place, she means the starboard hangar, which will likely have the distinction of being a safe-zone in the event of another boarding action, what with the heavy blast doors.
Shiner nods uncertainly, glancing to the spanner in his hand and returning it to his belt in favour of a set of L shaped keys. "Well, sure, sir. As long as I'm not going to get into shit over it," he agrees, beginning to work the bolts free from the covering plate. "You think the toasters are going to break in to the latrines, then?"
"Not into the latrines. From behind the skin of the ship. It's been done before. I'm just curious to see what sort of space is actually available back there for people - and robots - to move around. Blueprints can only specify the dimensions, and I'm not that good at imagining things so precisely. As this is the easiest access right now, since the others have been repaired, I thought I'd have a look. And no, you won't get in any trouble." While he works, Madilyn stands aside and watches.
Shiner nods firmly to that, finally deciding that yes, he's not actually going to get chewed a new one for letting the officer look, and as he pulls the plate aside informs her, "Wright, sir."
"Thank you, Apprentice Wright," Madilyn nods. With the plate muscled aside, she takes a small penlight out of a pocket, and leans her head into the opening. Shining it around inside, she ducks down as much as she can, going in as far as is physically possible. It's not far. Bannik ran into the same troubles. After a few moments, she peeks out from inside, and then re-emerges.
Shiner raises an eyebrow expectantly. "So, you think the toasters will make a nest in there, or you reckon it's pretty much safe, sir?"
"Well, if I can barely fit in there, and that's not even counting moving about, I'd say it's entirely unlikely." With that done, Madilyn turns the paper on the clipboard up, and makes a little check mark, and scribbles a few notes. It seems to be a security checklist of some type - things are getting double and triple checked with the relative "down-time" around Sag.
Shiner considers the marine for a moment, then offers a quick smile. "Anything else you need shown around, sir? Quick cup of char, maybe?"
You say, "No, thank you. As you can see," she says, holding up the clipboard and waggling it side-to-side a bit. "There's still a few loose ends to tie up, security-wise. A few lingering things that haven't sat well after certain troubling events aboardship. Though, if you'll excuse me…" Madilyn says, voice trailing off a bit. She turns after a small salute to the apprentice in thanks, and then starts toward the entry."
Shiner throws up a salute in kind. "Catch you later, then, sir. You have fun with that."