PHD #463: Sharp Words on the Deck
Sharp Words on the Deck
Summary: Bannik tries to talk about the Good News with Iosif and Sofia, but is told to shove it.
Date: 4 June 2042 AE
Related Logs: None.
Bannik Sofia Iosif 
Hangar Deck — Port — 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.
Condition Level: 3 - All Clear
Post-Holocaust Day: #463

Tyr Bannik has been forbidden from talking about his writings while on the Deck; that doesn't mean he's not getting strange looks still from his co-workers. He's seated at a work bench near a parked Raptor, filling out some sort of maintenance log. It's not glamorous, but logs must be kept.

Sofia has decided to visit deck on her path here and there. She's got the dread cart and is collecting things in need of cleaning, exchanging or what have you. She hums, as she goes along. It's Tyr! She smiles and heads over towards the Deckie. "Hey!"

Iosif is getting one of the Vipers in place for refueling, whistling one of those Aerilon folk songs he's found of entertaining/tormenting his colleagues with when he's on duty. "Get the line in there, steady as the goes, then," he calls out, merry enough in his work. Outwardly, at least. One of the other aircraft handlers working with him is giving Bannik a strange look over her shoulder, and Iosif's eyes follow it. He watches the specialist a moment himself. As if waiting for him to do or say…something.

But all Tyr does is stand up and slide the log back into the workbench from whence it came. "Hey. Sofia." He gives her a flash of a smile. "How's it going?" He catches Iosif's eye and flashes a smile there as well, but doesn't otherwise begin preaching the Good Word.

Sofia smiles back, "It's going well enough. How're you?" She asks. Her cart is paused, to be duly loaded up and have clean things or new things taken off. She waves to Iosif then, hearing his whistling and seeing him look over. "Allo!"

Iosif stops mid-whistle when he sees Bannik has seen him. He offers him a quick grin in return, albeit a somewhat awkward one. Once the Viper's firmly in position and hooked up to the fuel line securely he steps away from it. Heading in Bannik and Sofia's direction, as it happens. "G'day, Sofia. Specialist Bannik. You got the logs from last ship on the work on Provider-Four-Five-Six?" One of the Raptors slated for repairs. "Mechanics want to take another look at its left gimble."

"They can take a look at that left gimble all that they want, but until they push up gimbles in the fabrication queue, it's going to give them the same error codes." But even as Bannik says it — with that sort of wry tone — he's digging around the work bench for the latest work orders. "I'm doing okay, though, Sofia. How are you, Iosif? How are those newbies doing?" Most of the new Deck enlistees that don't have tech experience start in Iosif's area, after all.

Sofia pauses at Iosif and smiles. "How're you?" She asks. She doesn't interfere with the Deckie chat for now, figuring they know better than her. "I can make a note of that in the fabrication queue if you want," She offers. "I'm on gathering things and exchanging things at the moment," She states. She watches the two for now. "I'm glad to hear that," She nods. "Let me know if I can help. I'm sure there's manuals all over the place that aren't being used as coasters or to steady chairs." Wink.

"They're coming along," Iosif says, sounding rather old-hat about the newbies. Even if he is still just an apprentice himself. "'Least they didn't have to get into the groove of things during something like the Swarms. Though I dunno. I think it did me better, coming right into that. Forces you to learn the work, at least, things being pressed like that." A nod and quick grin to the snipe. "Thanks, Sofia. We'd appreciate it. How're things up in Engineering, by the by? Haven't gotten up to Deck Eleven in a fair few days."

"That's the spirit, Iosif," Bannik pats the other deckhand on the shoulder. "You can't be a vet until you bitch about how how much harder you had it and how easy folks have it these days." Of course, he's the one who's just been on the ship since just before Warday. He falls silent, then, letting Sofia and Iosif talk.

"That's good," Sofia nods and seems amused. "And yeah, the swarms were scary. I even helped fix some stuff," Sofia tilts her head. She looks amused as Bannik comments about how easy people have it these days. "It's slow /now/, but part of the trouble is you never know when it will come," She considers. She takes down the note then, to add the gimble to the queue. She smiles. "I'm glad to help. And they're going well enough. Slow and steady, there's always something." She looks between the two.

Iosif nods to that, and he can't help but share a barked chuckle with Bannik. "Damn right. Why back when I was a lad we used to have to roll Raptors on our backs up hill both ways, in snow-covered decks. Or some such nonsense." A nod to Sofia. "Aye. When it rains it pours. Swarms or Areion whack-jobs or whatever comes out of it. Quiet's started to make me kind of edgy, you know? Like when the rain comes it's gonna fall even harder." A sidelong glance at Bannik as he notes that. Though it's unclear precisely *why* the Specialist might be making him think of violent rain.

"I think the rain fell pretty hard when the bombs fell." That's philosophical Bannik for you. "What's after that — I don't know. You've read what I said. I think we're players in the story in the cycle of Time. Once you accept that — well, anything is possible. Nothing is too crazy."

Sofia looks amused by the exchange. "In a blizzard?" SHe quirks her eyebrows at Iosif's first joke. She tilts her head. "Yeah, no kidding. I guess at least we know who's loyal and who isn't," SHe frowns. The Areion business perturbs her. She takes a deep breath. "I think quiet is nice, but boredom makes people uneasy," She points out. "Or there's the whole eye of the storm thing." She shrugs. There's a faint sigh. "Wow." A peer at Bannik.

"Aye, I read it." There's a harder note in Iosif's voice as Bannik brings up his writings. "Look, mate. I don't think you're a bad sort, but I don't fall in with that let's-lay-down-and-make-love-and-peace with the toasters stuff, alright? Surprised you're still in one piece. Not everybody on this ship'll just let that sort of thing roll off, y'know."

Bannik promised Damon he wouldn't talk about this. On the other hand, though: "I'm not saying it's love and peace with all the Cylons." Some frustration is in his voice. "I'm talking about Queenie and Yazdah. They've helped us. Helped us at their own expense. And you can't deny that everything so far has been drawing us to the Falls. The inhabitants of the Ark Ship went there. How can we not follow their journey; trace their path?"

Sofia frowns. "Lookie. I think it's what one does that counts. Yazdah and QUeenie helped us even if it hurt them. I think they inherited the fact that some are good and some are bad. I'd stay the frak away from Five though, she'll stab your face off for giggles. She's - I dunno," Sofia shakes her head. "Should we be talking about this here though? I'd hate for someone to get you guys in trouble."

"Bannik, I say this as a mate, shut it," Iosif says, though he does make some effort to keep his voice low. Eyes shifting with some concern around the deck. "Before somebody who ain't as charitable as me knocks your block off. Now if you'll excuse, I got work to do, and I ain't got time for this bullocks. I'll see you about, Sofia." That said, he turns to march off.

"Yeah. Sure thing, Iosif. Hey!" Bannik yells at the departing Apprentice's back. "Here are those work orders you wanted. On that left gimble." He hands them over, then goes to go back to his clipboards. Another convert? Not quite.

"See you, Iosif. I'm glad I got to see you," Sofia waves to the Apprentice. She does seem to like the Deck Crew. She glances to Bannik. "I won't keep you distracted. But please stay safe," She nods. She takes a deep breath. "Gods help us."

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