| A Request, and New Orders |
| Summary: | Marcus has a request to make of Amos, Amos has orders for Marcus. |
| Date: | 16/10/2016 |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| 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. |
| AWD #482 |
Carrying a file under one arm, and a mug of coffee in the other, Marcus is in good spirits this morning. The mission to rescue the two downed Raptor crews went well, and they got to field test the Rhino. Entering the S3's office, the LT comes to attention. "Sir, I'm still waiting for the full report, but initial reports were that all Raptor crews were extracted, we only had minimal injuries." he offers as he moves to offer the file.
Amos is busy, the whole of HQ is busy. Finishing one report he doesn’t yet look up as he holds a hand out for Marcus' report and moves it straight to the 'to deal with' pile. It's not a small pile, but he does at least place it on the top rather than the bottom. "Good," he offers as the finishing touches are made and his own file moved to the 'now this is someone else's problem' pile. "Only Sergeant Flynn I hear, nothing too serious I hope?"
"She'll pull through, yes'ir. In time to give her report on STI's to the platoon." Marcus responds after he passes the file and takes a draw from his coffee. "Though convincing them that we can't take the Rhinos on every mission may prove to be a pain in the ass I wasn't ready for." he admits wryly as he blows across the surface of the coffee. "I have a request to make when we're done, sir." he states quietly, putting it on the backburner for now.
Amos had been reaching for the next folder to work on, training reports by the look of it, but glances up when Marcus mentions a request. Leaving the file where it is he considers for a moment, then gestures towards the chair opposite, "take a seat Lieutenant, and tell me what I can do for you. After that, I have some things that you can do for me, but since you got in there so quickly, you can go first."
Taking a seat, Marcus considers. "Well, sir, some of the men have made mention that they need to let off some steam. And there has been an uptick of incidents between soldiers, deck, pilots, hell even the tac." he says with a thoughtful look. "Usually I could take them to Checkpoint Charlies or out on the field in Piraeus to work it out. I think they need a change of scenery, sir." he finally says and settles his hands in his lap. "With Picon liberated, I was looking for your permission to take the Dogs to Picon and the tank gunnery range so that they can get reacquainted with Carbella gunnery, and afterwards, give them 48 hours of liberty planetside. Allow them to see what life's like on a liberated colony, allow them to enjoy what they worked so hard for, sir."
Amos considers in silence for a moment. If he had any coffee he'd have had a sip, but as it is he has to resort to steepling his fingers instead. "While I'd be loathed to reward poor disciplin with shore leave, it has been about three months since they were last on the gunnery ranges, and that's too long. However," there's always a however, "I can't give you 48 hours, I'll try for 36, but don't promise anyone any more than 24, and they'll need to hit the ground running when they get back." Leaning over to pull a couple of folders from another pile his passes them across. "You on the other hand, I have other work for. You can go to Picon for the training, but I can't spare you beyond that." He does at least have the decency to look apologetic. "Here is all the information we have on Leonis and Scorpia, I need your summations of the situation and best options for covert insertion. I've asked the wing for up to date intel but I can't guarantee we'll get it." That seems to be all, but then he has a further though and leans in a little, "oh, and no one on Picon can know about those two writeups, which, if they're going to be getting leave, means D Platoon can't either, not until they're sober and back onboard."
"Twenty four? Aye aye, sir." Marcus agrees, but that's because he's taking the files in a look of shocked confusion. "Sir, does this mean we're back off the Aerilon offensive?" he asks finally as he takes the two files and doesn't crack them open just yet. "So we're going off outdated intel? Sounds like a good day for the Dogs, sir."
"It's more up to date than some," Amos replies, "and as I said, I've put in a priority request with Major St Clair for a swing by. Should that come to fruition I'll try and get you on the raptor, so you can see for yourself." As for Aerlion he just shrugs, "wish I could tell you Lieutenant. Might be new fronts opening up, might be a quick trip like the one to Libran. We'll find out when we're told. I meant what I said about not letting on on Picon though, orders from above."
"Not a word, sir." Marcus says. "I'll try to have a brief drawn up for insertion before we head to Picon. If you get the clearance from the CAG, I'll be good to go along to take a look. Do they have a priority on Leonis or Scorpia, or is this mission briefing going to decide which way we're going to go?" he draws in a breath as he considers the two files. "I'll get started on these immediately as soon as I post the orders for Picon training."
"Speed is of the essence Lieutenant," Amos confirms as Marcus notes he'll try to get it done before the gunnery training, "but I want it right, not rushed I know I don't need to remind you that it could well be me, you, or the lives of your troops who depend on you getting it right. Bear that in mind." There's a slow shake of his head at the question and he points upwards as if to indicate that he has not had sufficient information from Deck 2 to answer. "Any further questions?"
"No sir. I'll try to have these drawn up as soon as possible." Marcus confirms as he tucks the files under his arm and moves to rise with his coffee mug. "And it's not rewarding, really.. it's heading an issue off at the pass. Especially if.. we're about to be doing this. It'll be good for them, sir. Thank you."
"Trust me Lieutenant," Amos starts with an amused smile, "if I thought it really was rewarding poor discipline they wouldn't be getting the leave and we'd be having a far less friendly chat." Since that seems to be all though he has a quick scan off his desk in case inspiration strikes, then offers a quick, "dismissed."