AWD #615: A Quiet Tasking
A Quiet Tasking
Summary: Log Summary
Date: 26/02/2017
Related Logs: Officers' Workout
Penta Gray 
Battalion HQ
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.
AWD #615

Penta is in his office, busily working on a few taskings from higher in the Chain of Command. Finally, he pauses for a moment, poking his head out of his office to the wireless operator. "Private, please have Corporal Anderson report to my office." He closes the door again, then.

So signalled by the Private manning the wireless desk, Gray arrives not too much later. Upon arriving, he introduces himself to the private at the desk. Upon being cleared to do so, he walks over and knocks on the door to Penta's office. "You sent for me, sir?" he asks.

Penta nods, opening the door. "Yes, Corporal. Come in, have a seat." Once that's done. "Coffee? I have work for you."

Gray's first instinct was to demur on the coffee, but as soon as Penta mentions that he has work for him, Gray's ears perk up. "Please. What do you have for me?" Yes, he will take that cup…

Penta pulls the cup from his Keurig-style machine, piping hot, and hands it over to Gray along with a tray full of little packets for sweetener, etc etc. "Well, the Major has been noticing something. To quote him," need it be said that the S2 has a very good memory for near-orders? "'They go on at great lengths about how it's their calling to save humanity and evacuate them out beyond the reach of the machines, but I've never heard one mention of why. Have you? If not, add finding out to your to do list. Not that I don't think they're useful allies mind, I'm just curious, and that seems an obvious blank in the narrative.'" Pause. "Seems like a good task for an enlisted Marine to do, especially since you're already Razered if I understand correctly. Just talk to Doctor Jimenez and Admiral Fencer, you'll find them somewhat approachable I gather, and make note of how they answer the question, in addition to just what they say. Then put it all to paper for me to give to the Major. Anything else you can naturally find out would also be helpful; I am especially growing curious as to what their politics are like, just since they'll be here for a while it seems."

Gray furrows a brow as he hears the question. "I heard of it as some sort of unbreakable charter or something like that…" he offers, sounding somehow less than totally convinced at the idea. "I know who Doctor Jiminez is; is there anything I should know about Admiral Fencer when approaching him? Presuming I don't get them both at the same time, that is." Mission brief aside, he's not wanting to bet he'll get both of them in the Mess. That would make his life easier, of course, but he's got no idea of their respective duty rota.

"Doctor Jimenez is our temporary CMO, on assignment here from the Arpay while Doctor Nadir is on assignment with the Arpay for a few weeks our time. Admiral Fencer is the CO of what they call Carrier Strike Group 19, the ships that just jumped in a few days ago," Penta explains. "Both are somewhat laid-back, as far as I can tell."

Gray nods. "Understood." This sounds like it's going to be a relatively easy, straightforward task. Or an interstellar incident in the making. Truth be told, he's really not sure which way it's going to go.

Penta nods. "OK then. No starting an interstellar incident. If you do, I have your head. Other than that, any questions?"

Gray grins wryly at the admonishment. "I'll do my best. Not to start one, that is." Beat. "One: When I'm asking, should I be doing so formally? Or am I just a strangely curious Corporal?" Not that the two are mutually exclusive options…it's more a question of whether he's being asked to play some sort of 'I know that you know…' game.

Penta looks thoughtful. "Ask informally. Just be you."

"Easy enough. No further questions now, then." Gray takes a sip of the coffee, black, if only to make sure that he's not going to end up spilling any.

Penta nods. "In that case, dismissed." The cup's styrofoam, so Gray may as well keep it, he indicates with a hand.

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