BCH #007: Inventory Frustrations
Inventory Frustrations
Summary: Discrepancies in the load lists; Damon confirms AE Lead appointment
Date: 19 Feb 2041 AE
Related Logs: A Moment of Calm
Atreus Damon 

[ Hangar Deck - Port ]---[ Midship - Battlestar Cerberus ]

The single largest rooms on the Cerberus are the hangar decks. Each flight pod consists of two stacked landing bays with adjoined decks and hangars, which along with computer-assisted landings results in a faster Viper recovery rate. Mirror images of each other, these two huge areas are located on the flight pods. The inboard sides of the deck, closest to the ship's main hull, are lined with parking and maintenance bays for Vipers and Raptors based aboard the battlestar. The outboard side of the deck contains the launch tubes used by the Vipers for standard deployment. Huge blast doors seal the deck into four sections, each one containing an elevator that leads up to the flight deck directly overhead. The fore-most section contains an elevator system that leads towards Aerospace Fabrication.

Amidst the clinking and clanking of the hangar deck, Damon is moving back and forth between various sections carrying a clipboard. He's not wearing ear protection, but he is wearing a rather deep frown, looking up occasionally between flipping forwards and backwards through the stack of papers he's holding. "Has anyone updated these frakking load lists since we launched?" he shouts to the entire deck, waving the clipboard in the air. Bad move, Damon - the papers fall right off the thing and scatter all around him. It doesn't even merit a curse from the already-frustrated man, who kneels down - with a wince, that ankle's still complaining - and starts snatching up loose papers. He can worry about the ordering of the pages later.

Atreus follows a smiling pilot out of his office. Lifting two fingers to his temple, he gives the fellow a 'scout's salute', then turns. It is the shout that catches his attention and a frown begins. Turning on his heel, he walks over to where the Air Engineer is. Kneeling, he helps capture the errant pages and while down there, speaks softly, "What's up, Damon? Do we have a problem?" The pages are offered as he stands and Atreus does look for signs of pain on the other man's face.

Damon accepts the pages with a grateful nod and starts tapping them against the clipboard to line them up. "Just doing that inventory check, Chief," he answers, trying to suppress the frustration from seeping out into his voice - and he's only partially successful. "Either I'm not finding some of these parts that we're supposed to have, or people haven't been properly updating when they use 'em for repairs and the like. I'm finding about a ten percent discrepancy between the load lists and my inventory checks." The pages now somewhat neat, if all out of order, he clips them in place to make sure they don't fall out again. The only pain that shows on his face is just a twitch of the lips as he stands again. "Oh, and, uh, had some time to think about that other thing. My answer's yes if you're still looking for someone to take the position."

Atreus says, "Frak. That is not good." He thinks for a few minutes, eyes casting slowly over the people on the deck, "Not good at all." Glancing at the papers, then up again, he nods once, "Alright. Keep chasing it. I'll start working on the delivery lists. Maybe it's a frakup in shipments. Thanks for letting me know. And thanks for sticking around a bit after shift to help out." Then, the final bit registers and his grin is quick and easy, "Thanks, Damon. I appreciate it. You'll be great.""

"Won't let you down, Chief," Damon says with a grin. It's an almost boyish pride that shines from his eyes, this man who just turned Petty Officer First Class before being posted to the Cerberus, ten years the Chief's junior. It means something to him to be assigned as the lead - a position of responsibility, recognition, and respect, even if it's just in name - and it shows on his face, the way it lights up even through his fatigue. He's put in time after hours ever since he's come back to duty as though he's trying to make up for lost time. "Or at least if I do, I'll make sure to craft a spectacular lie beforehand." He gives Atreus that wide, almost goofy grin. "And I'll keep pluggin' away at the inventory. The others are, too."

Atreus claps the younger man on the upper arm briefly, "I know you won't, Damon. You've been doing a bang-up job so far. Thanks." The inventory is still a worry, "A'right. Thanks. I'll let you know what I find out about the shipments. That is probably part of it, though not all of it. Ten percent is pretty frakin' high." Noting the change in the new Lead, Atreus' eyes crinkle just a bit as pride in his PO wars with memories of 'being that young'. Until the part about finding a spectacular lie comes out. That? Makes him laugh outright, the sound warm and human. "Well said, Damon." He then glances briefly at the clipboard, "When you finish with that, I'll do a review of the current process. Maybe if we make it easier to be compliant with procedure we'll lose less. And get me the final figure, when you have it, please. I'll have to go up the chain with it and see if we can get replacements. If we're really that far off, there'll be heads rolling. Just have to make sure that none of 'em are ours."

"Aye, aye, Chief," Damon says with a grin. "I should have a definitive figure within the next couple days once all four of us are done tracking down everything. This ship's got more parts and tools in storage than I think were in actual use on any of the ships I served on so far." He sidesteps a team as they come nearby, dragging a ladder across the deck toward the next Viper they have to work on - then changes his mind and hops right onto the ladder, holding on to the railing as they continue to roll it. "Could just be that not all the paperwork's been filed and processed yet!" he yells as he gets farther and farther away. The workers pushing the ladder are definitely giving Damon a /look/ - pushing a PO on a ladder like they're rickshaw drivers isn't part of their job description. "I'll look into it - after all, we can't have heads rolling on the deck. That's a safety violation!"

Atreus says, "Sounds good." He steps to one side, then lifts both brows as Damon jumps onto the rolling ladder. Lifting one hand, he waves, "Get on it then, Damon." After a moment or two of watching he shakes his head, calling, "It is. And the Gods know we can't have that." Another moment and he turns to head for another bay, his own list of vipers just waiting for his special attention. After taking four or five steps more, he glances back to where the ladder-pushing crewmen are hustling the PO off to. Softly, looking back, he mutters, "Kids." But whether that is about the crewmen or his new Lead AE, is unclear and the man ain't tellin'."

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