AWD #566: A New S2
A New S2
Summary: Orion's new S2 reports for duty
Date: 08/01/2017
Related Logs: None
Amos Penta 
Battalion HQ - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The headquarters room is the primary command location for all Marines associated with the battlestar or accompanying fleet ships. The walls and desks are covered with maps, photos, and satellite imagery - as well as clocks indicating the current time in each colonial capital city. Secure phones are bolted to each bulkhead, and for added insurance, each desk possesses its own encrypted wireless unit with its own independent wiring. The small room is always manned by a wireless operator and a duty sergeant, at a minimum, though it tends to be a hive of activity during duty hours.
#566

With Orion's marines back from their offensive on Leonis and not scheduled for any off board missions in the next 48 hours, the chaos that is battalion HQ is slightly subdued. There's still junior officers and senior NCOs about, but it's busy not frantic. With the luxury of an office to himself, Amos is wearing his fatigues, or greens, and steadfastly refusing to give up the illusion of still being a field officer, even if he's got a desk full of reports that he's slowly making his way through.

Penta is among the junior officers in HQ. A new junior officer, thus approaching the CO's office with some trepidation. He knocks on the door softly.

Amos glances up at the hatch as he hears the knock, and spotting the unfamiliar face he sets his report to one side and gestures the younger man inside. "What can I do for you…" he checks the collar pins, "Ensign?" Given he's got a break from the report for a moment he reaches for his mug, the coffee might be lukewarm now, but it's coffee, so it'll do.

Penta nods as if to confirm his rank, stepping inside and letting the hatch close behind him. "Ensign John Penta, sir. Reporting for duty as Battalion S2, apparently." Apparently because, well, isn't he a little young for the sort of billet? He thinks he is.

Amos raises a faint eyebrow at that introduction, and sets his mug down again. "Ensign -and- S2," he replies as he considers for a moment, "impressive. I think. Have you been introduced to Major Gray from fleet intelligence yet?" Leaning back in his chair he continues, "anyway, tell me about your career so far."

"I have not, sir. Well, OK. My last posting was as staff officer for a resistance headquarters on Picon - I got extracted after AWD #440. Before that, I was a staffer at Fleet HQ after the Mountain Warfare Course and, before that, a tour as a rifle platoon leader. Everybody looks at me like I'm some kinda magic. I'm wondering what the hell's so special about me, sir." Penta replies, a shy sort of humility coming to the fore.

"I was a Captain before I was S3," Amos explains easily, "having a staff position like that before JG at the very earliest, means you're either exceptional, or your previous COs should have had you promoted." He gives a faint shrug, "I guess we'll find out which soon enough." That said he lets the point lie and moves on. "You'll be my main link to Major Gray, so I suggest getting to know him, or at least introducing yourself. You'll most likely find him in the map room a deck above." Reaching for his mug he takes another swig of coffee then adds, "if you've got platoon leadership experience then I'll see if we can slot you into one of our gaps there as well. It'll be an MP platoon this time though, given your position and my vacancies. Do you have any MP training at all?"

"No sir, but I'm apparently the kinda guy who learns quick," Penta replies.

Amos nods slowly at the reply. "Very well, add Sergeant Lleufer Ynyr to your list of people to get to know then. He's my senior MP at the moment and can show you the ropes. I'll need you up to speed on both current Intel and basic MP work as quickly as possible, ideally yesterday, but don't be afraid to come and have a word if things start going pear shaped." That said he thinks for a moment then asks, "any questions?"

Penta looks thoughtful. "No questions yet, sir. By your leave?

"All right then," Amos replies, leaning forward so he can get back to his own work, "dismissed Ensign."

Penta snaps a salute, turns on his heel, and exits.

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