AWD #039: Delinquent Behaviour
Delinquent Behaviour
Summary: After avoiding orders from the night before, Kelsey faces the wrath of the DCAG for her delinquent actions.
Date: 14/02/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None Yet.
Zachary Kelsey 
Raptor Squadron - Battlestar Orion
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Gentlemen Ghosts has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
14 February 2005

At some point Kelsey closed the drape. There was not another sound from her bunk until the morning when she quietly got up before reveille, got her things, and went to the head to shower. After, she's back in the berthings at her locker, pulling on her flightsuit. She still isn't talking much. The swelling on her lip has gone down some but its still obvious someone gave her a clean right hook. The best she can do is just avoid the mirror on her locker door.

Zachary awoke sometime while she was in the shower. He looks rough. Pulling back the drape of his own bunk, he's sitting over it and goes over the information set in his inbox of paperwork next to his bunk. As he reads, his expression darkens further and he rises up, still in his boxers and t-shirt and slips on a pair of house shoes to pad across the berthings. As he comes on Kelsey's bunk, his voice is firm, yet quiet enough not to disturb the others. "Wescott."

Kelsey is just repinning her rank to the suit through the small tabs for it. She can hear the approach behind her and she tenses. She turns in her boots, doing a clean and slow about-face to look at his chest. "Sir," she greets quietly. There's nothing super or amazing about her or the way she moves. Its early. Its obvious she didn't sleep well. She might as well have answered 'present'.

Don't worry, it's the eyes he's studying. She could be buck naked and he would still focus on her eyes. "I get a report every morning from medical on those under my command that report in for treatment. You were a no-show. Care to explain why, after I specifically told you to?" Zachary asks. It's not an accusing tone, it's not angry. He might as well asked, "Hey, how was your nap?"

Auuuugh. Its on her face. The subtle tension in her shoulders. Busted. She knows it, he knows it, and the question just points it out. She stares straight ahead for a moment, obviously trying to think of an excuse. Seconds pass. Finally, "Sir, they're officers. I didn't want to embarrass the rank by escorting them with my own, sir." There's worse excuses, right? He might be trying to be informal, but she knows better. "I've been punched before. I'll go to medical if you still like, though, sir."

"When I order you to do something, Wescott, I have my reasons. Why do you think I asked you to escort McBride and Agrippa down? To embarass them? No. But as a reminder - that you were the one that stood up and did the right thing, even if it wasn't what you wanted to do in your heart." Zachary says evenly, as he studies the young woman's busted lip and lets out a breath. "Instead, you disobeyed my orders willingly and came back here." he comments to the woman and tilts his eyes back up to lock onto hers. "What statement do you believe that sent to my two officers?"

Kelsey shrinks a bit as he mentions her having done the right thing. "Sir, I don't want to be singled out," she whispers. Of course, being in the military isn't about what you 'want'. Ever. But there it is. "One of them had a prybar. They were gonna hurt him. I didn't…" and she trails. What did it say to the Ensigns? Kels has an answer but it doesn't seem like she's inclined to share anymore than she was with Ygraine last night.

Zachary firms his voice. "I asked you for an answer, not an excuse." he says to her. "I don't care who had what and who they were and where they were - I will handle them in due course, after I'm done with tending to my own." he says flatly. "Now answer the question, Petty Officer." his tone does not invite ignorance and avoidance.

Kelsey hunches a little more. The woman wants to leave, more than anything else. If there is anyone around, they're probably listening. Its that moment. Whatever the eventual truth might be to what is going on with her, what she says to Zach is going to be her reputation. Permanently. She swallows and makes a decision. "Sir, it probably told them nothing good. It probably told them that I don't think I need to follow your orders despite the truth, sir." She can't go back to the Deck after last night, either. Kels won't last a day before someone, or someones, gets her cornered.

"Good, we have that base covered. Stand straight, Wescott. I'm dressing you down, but you will look me in the eye and you will learn from this." Zachary comments. He doesn't reach out to grab or touch, he just demands with those eyes of his. "Now then, if you want to be 'Delinquent', you're off to a damned good start." he says to her. "If anything, you wounded the faith I placed in you. I told you this was not going to be easy and this was not going to be rainbows and sunshine. So, tell me. How should I handle the fact that my delinquent Petty Officer blatantly ignored orders in front of two of my junior officers, one of which has barely been on board two weeks?"

Stand straight. She does, at least as much as she seems able to. Her eyes don't want to move to his, though. She lifts them, but they end up looking at his cheeks in that far off gaze of someone looking at a focal point a mile beyond. She's scared and it shows. Likely Kels knows very well the fact of what would happen to her if she went back to the Deck today. "I don't know, sir," she says quietly. Maybe if she doesn't speak up this won't attract any more attention. Wescott is the kind of enlisted that probably has not been dressed like this since basic, even if its not to the point of yelling.

And yes, the 'Juvenile' is totally implied when he calls her Delinquent. Zachary lets out a breath. "That's not a good answer, Wescott. You showed promise last night and now you're pissing it away. It's a tight spot. How well did you know the CPO and his motley crew?" he asks her, continuing to study her face.

Its like watching a staked-down snake squirm. She just wants to get out of here and the shovel in her hands just keeps digging that hole she's standing in. Kels is audibly working to keep long, steady breaths. Bad day. "Worked with them every day, sir," Kelsey says. "Some of them are on Rooty's team, though." Sera Rutlii. "The girl I hit, the Crewman." The one that was spreadeagle on the floor… "She reported to me."

"Good, I will have a talk with the Master Chief about how his knuckledraggers are being brats in the face of this mess. But as for you, my delinquent nugget?" Zachary asks as he considers her. "I think you need a better example than the one you have been getting. You have a terribly bad habit for this type of behavior." Did he read her file? "The reason why I took you in was because you showed a lot of promise, but you can't resist staying out of trouble." Does he mean the busted lip? Does he know about Phin? Her child? Checkpoint Charlie's? Please, feel free to assume the worst. "But apparently here, you're not getting a good example. The TACCO is taking a couple of my better disciplined pilots on a negotiation run to Picon. You're going to go with them. Observe them. Observe the TACCO. And I will hope that you learn something from it. But for now, and the foreseeable future? Your callsign is Delinquent. And you will explain to anyone that asks just why that is your callsign. Understand?"

She hadn't been in a fight or any kind of trouble, ever, before Charlie's. At least not officially. So yes, she assumes the worst and nearly chokes on that breath. There's nothing but shame on her face, eyes clouded. "Yessir," she says in the same quiet voice. "I'm sorry, sir." Its not a typical apology, either. Kelsey isn't sorry she got caught. Judging by the look on her face and the way it comes out, no, Kels is more upset that she is a problem.

And maybe Zach is shipping her off to Picon because she is a problem. The CAG moves in mysterious ways. "And I know Picon is your home, and you can ask around if you want, but you are not to leave sight of my crew or Colonel Petra. I will make sure to let him know that you are riding along as an experience of conduct, behavior and composure. You will do whatever he tells you to do. Make no doubt of what I am about to say - you frak this one up, Kelsey, I don't give many third chances."

The Petty Officer doesn't say anything, but its plain it hurts. More than it should. She disobeyed an order but this is deeper. Whatever she wouldn't talk to Ygraine about is still there. But behind the fat lip and the apology, she made her decision back there. Kelsey is doing her best to just take it. There's a shaky nod to his final statement.

"I want to make sure you understand that, Wescott. I'm not mad at you. But I am very very disappointed." Zachary says, and steps back finally. "You'll be flying with Ditch and Peacock. Make sure you pay close attention, they'll show you the right patch." And with that, he lets out a breath and turns. "Carry on, Delinquent." he says as he moves.

She's supposed to be giving him her eyes, but at the disappointment, they fall away. That shame is getting a little heavy. She's disappointed in herself, too. Kelsey stands there, staring at the floor behind the Major as he steps off. The few eyes in the room turn to look at her and she slowly turns back to her locker.

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