MD #015: A baring of claws
MD 15: A Baring of Claws
Summary: In which Lieutenant Rook and Major Penta engage in a bureaucratic stand off.
Date: 04/23/2017
Related Logs: None
Mara Penta 
Combat Information Center
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the ship. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the original Admiral apparently a fan of the classical set-up. Dead center are a set of large monitors suspended from the ceiling with DRADIS readings as well as other vital shipboard information. Under this is a small map table outlining current plots and positions. The table has electronic and minor holographic display capability but the old map charts are kept up to date and stored nearby. The table has a built-in phone as well as smaller displays relating to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard watch stations are set at all times, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose — Helm, Weapons, Communications, Electronic Warfare, Damage Control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls. This area is heavily guarded by armed Marines at all hours of the day and night.
MD 15

CIC is comparatively quiet at the moment. The Watch doing their thing, the MPs standing guard as always. A low murmer of conversation, idle chit chat and work-related both going on between personnel but everyone's working. And then there's the little section that Lieutenant Rook has claimed for herself. As far away from everyone else as she can possibly get, it's like this bubble of silence that none seem overly willing to penetrate unless absolutely necessary. Despite having a computer at her fingertips and a datapad, the dark little Intelligence Officer has a stack of paper files, old-fashioned notepads filled with notes, littered around her and a cup of coffee close to hand. Her expressionless eyes are currently focused on a folder that's open on top of her keyboard, while she taps out notes on her datapad, not even looking at the screen as she does so. Mara is, as usual utterly squared away, looking as fresh as if she'd had a full eight hours of sleep and liesurely time to shower and change and get herself ready for the day.

Penta walks in at this point. Returning the salutes of the MP team leader and the Marine Watch Officer (an Ensign who otherwise serves as S4 for the Battalion), he then walks over to where Lieutenant Rook is. He calmly waits to be noticed, saying nothing. The expression on his face is fairly neutral, never mind that he just woke up maybe an hour ago and, while he's done his personal care and is squared away, has yet to have had breakfast or even a cup of coffee.

Mara ignores the Major. Yes, the Lieutenant ignores the higher ranking officer. Continuing to read and tap out her notes for a good couple of minutes until she realizes the silent presence isn't going away. But no, she doesn't leap to her feet and snap off a salute, she doesn't even look annoyed at being interrupted from her work. The diminutive Lieutenant pushes slowly to her feet and turns to face the Marine Officer, watching him steadily, her odd eyes are completely shuttered, yes vaguely intense as they assess the man, silently waiting for him to say something, waiting like she's got all the time in the world.

Penta speaks softly. "Lieutenant. I got your memo," he begins. "Interesting recommendation you had there." This is said as though he's describing someone on fire as giving off an interesting glow. "I do have one question, though. Prior to your assignment here to the Orion, how much experience do you have of working with Marines?" He doesn't *seem* annoyed at being ignored, but something in his eyes has the nearest Marines wearing 'uh oh' expressions and trying to blend into the bulkheads.

Watching the Major, fully aware of the MPs reactions to him, and Lieutenant Rook isn't the slightest bit intimidated. She meets Penta's eyes squarely, and is silent for a long time after his question, evidently giving it due consideration even though her face remains completely blank of emotion. She finally reaches for a notepad, and pulls a pen from a pocket on her uniform. Eyes never leaving his as she writes a note and hands it over to him silently. -Enough. Consider it a training exercise. Otherwise take up your concerns with Commander Petra.- Short and to the point, and doesn't fully answer his question.

Strangely, Penta reads the note and puts it in a uniform pocket. He then…doesn't move. "I expect an answer to my question, Lieutenant." *Now* he sounds annoyed.

Mara notes the annoyance in Penta's voice and still doesn't flinch. She just stares at him, then gestures to the note he tucked away. That's her answer. She stands perfectly still, somewhere between 'attention' and 'at ease'. Ignoring the rest of CIC many of whom pause to watch the interaction between the silent Intel Officer and the Marine Major. Scutt will likely fly.

Penta smiles thinly. "None, huh?" He surmises. "Well then, that will most decidedly influence my view on future recommendations from your department, Lieutenant. You may also be assured that yes, you will get your wish, and Commander Petra will be informed. Good day, Lieutenant." With that, he turns and exits.

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