AWD #492: All That Glitters
All That Glitters
Summary: Alastair meets the new CAG who has an award to grant him from the incident on Aerilon.
Date: 10/26/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Robin Alastair 
CAG's Office
This nine by nine space is largely dominated by filing cabinets and a desk. A coffee maker is perched atop one cabinet, but the others are rather barren of decor or personal items. There are a pair of uncomfortable, molded plastic chairs facing the desk. The last vestige of open space is occupied by a lounge chair. It's one of those old, well-loved beasts that was likely pulled off of somewhere on Piraeus.
13 May 2005 AWD #492

The office is strewn with paper, files, there are star charts that are rolled up in black tubes in the back leaning on a filing cabinet. Presumably they are star charts. Maps. Whatever. Robin isn't paying attention to them. She's seated at her desk, everything nice and neat, her notepad out with the pen resting across the top. The hatch is closed, but Alastair was made aware via the memo that he should stop by at this time.

At least the navigator is punctual? The small chirping of his watch outside the door tells him that he's on time for the meeting with the CAG and raps sharply at the door before speaking in his clipped Virgon accent, "Sir, Lieutenant JG Piers reporting as ordered." He's not young for an LTJG, at all. Especially one only recently promoted as he waits for acknowledgement for enter. Not much different than waiting for permission to enter a cockpit on a flight, really.

"Enter. Shut the hatch behind you." Robin waits for Alastair to come in but doesn't tell him to sit down. The straight-to-business CAG is just that. "Your heroic deeds in the face of the enemy while MIA on Aerilon have come to my attention. I won't make you relive the events by recounting them here." She rises and tugs at the hem of her blues before smoothing them out. "However, on behalf of the Colonial Fleet I would like to present you with a medal for your actions. Should you choose to accept it, please make sure to review your manual for proper dress code." She reaches to pull open the top drawer in her desk and pulls out a clamshell case no larger than her hand. Then she moves around the desk and opens the case to reveal a Silver Cluster, awards only given if such acts happen while in combat. "Congratulations Lieutenant."

After closing the door, the ECO doesn't presume to sit, either. "Thank you sir." he says to being granted permission to enter. There's a slow blink as Alastair tries to comprehend what's going on. Hell, he's even carrying a file assuming that they were going to be discussing training, or his current duty schedule or even the projects he's involved in. The fact that he's been awarded something causes him to nod slowly, and realization passes by the 1000 yard stare. "I see. I uh.. thank you, sir." he says, drawing in a little breath. His father had a bronze one of those, and he never thought he'd see one. Finally he offers a brief smile, relieved he doesn't have to go through the events again in his head as he straightens up just a bit further.

"If you want it, you need to take it Lieutenant." To make it clearer, Robin closes the case and re-offers the whole thing to Alastair. "Now, unless you have something that requires my immediate attention, get out of here." Her forehead wrinkles in anticipation, brow lifted a touch.

There's a punctual nod of his head, and Alastair accepts the award from the CAG. "Nothing pressing, sir." he offers, setting the award to his side and coming up into a salute. "Good evening, sir." he adds as he turns sharply on his heel to open the door and head out.

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