AWD #472: Dog Handler
Dog Handler
Summary: Amos has a new task for Marcus
Date: 06/10/16
Related Logs: None
Marcus Amos 
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 #472

Carrying a small pile of paperwork with him, Marcus arrives at the HQ and knocks on the door of the S3s office after dropping off his reports from the Bacchus incident and the planetside work at the S1s office. Once he's granted permission to enter, the engineer LT slips into the office. "Sir, I saw the message you wanted to see me?"

Amos's office is not so much an office, more a desk in a corner, only Major Fairfax ranks high enough to get his own office. Rank has it's privileges and all that malarkey. Still, the desk is a small oasis of calm in the otherwise busy HQ. Not that it isn't always busy mind, but today more so than others. As for Amos himself, he's at his desk, peering over a map of somewhere with a mug of fresh coffee in his hand. Occasional notes are made on a notepad next to him, but other than that he seems engrossed in the work at hand.

"Sir?" Marcus repeats his request, as he stands before the desk, confusion coloring his features. Usually the silent treatment is reserved for other reasons.

Amos glances up as Marcus repeats himself, notes the young officer's presence, then folds up the map and sets it to one side. "Lieutenant," he greets, "good. I won't keep you long, but there is a matter we need to discuss." a vague handwave is given to indicate that he's free to sit if he wishes before he gets down to the nitty-gritty. "I know you're new here, but we don't have the luxury of enough experienced officers to give you someone as a mentor. Instead, I have to throw you in at the deep end and hope you swim." There's a pause as he peers at Marcus over the top of his coffee mug, "you can swim can't you lieutenant?"

"Sir, you could surely count as a mentor." There's not much amusement to his tone, but the Engineering LT does offer a brief smile. Marcus considers for a moment, and then nods. "What do you have for me and the Dogs, sir?" he asks finally, realizing what may be going on on the periphery of his mind. "I'll have the Engineers mission ready for whatever you got."

"Well that’s certainly very kind of you to say Lieutenant," Amos starts, looking almost, almost touched by the sentiment, "should you ever find yourself with a hankering for mission planning and training schedules then let me know and I'll see what advice I can give." Then, back on track he offers a wry smile and notes, "interesting you should put it that way. You and D Platoon is precisely what I have in mind. I know you've been working with the second squad, but I need an office to lead the whole platoon, rifles, sappers, and specials. That officer is going to be you."

"Considering what you're offering to me, sir, I may be tapping you for mission planning sooner than I thought." Marcus admits with a chuckle. "Do you expect me to move into the billets with them?" he asks. "Not that I'm against it, but I know that the Enlisted need their own place to unwind." he points out as he works over the ideas of what he'll need to do in his mind. "If I'm going to be field, I'll need to change my security credentials from Engineering to Infantry, since currently the mission critical status keeps me from missions with high probability risks." Such as the Bacchus Bounty. "Sir, I'm just a Jig, I still have a lot of respect to earn from them, but I'll do my best."

Amos takes the points one at a time, but only after another sip of coffee. "Enlisted bunk on Deck 3, officers on Deck 2, that doesn't change from the lowest nugget to the Admiral himself," although of course, he has his own stateroom, "you're stuck bunking with me and your fellow officers I'm afraid." The comment about security credentials earns him a raised eyebrow and the reply, "we're all infantry first, we're marines. I'll look into why you've been stopped and get that fixed." He even makes a note of that, circling it on his notepad. Setting the pen down for a moment he folds his hands together and notes calmly, "Lieutenant, we all started with a platoon somewhere. Often they go to Ensigns. Listen to your sergeants, but remember who is in command. Consider what they have to say carefully, but it is your decision in the end, not their's. Nor is it a popularity contest. You've got those gold pins because someone reckons you can do the job. Go prove them right."

"Yes, sir." Marcus says, and then arches a brow. "You covering the tab at Charlies when the Dogs find out they have a new Platoon Lead to start a tab on?" he asks in only thin amusement. "I saw the request on the ship recovery. That for the Hebe fleet or the Bacchus Bounty?"

Amos just smiles at that. "Welcome to the world of responsibility Lieutenant, I suggest you get down to Charlie's now and have a talk with the barman before word spreads." Yes, that was a hint that he should go have a celebratory drink. At the comment about a ship recovery he pauses, eyes the huge stack of complete paperwork on his desk and asks, "run that one past me again Lieutenant, I have it here somewhere, but other things have pushed it clean out of my memory."

"The Helios Alpha rescue, sir." Marcus offers, as if trying to figure it out for himself. He got looped into it late. Or Amos mismailed. Who knows!

"Oh," Amos replies with a look that implies that yes, now he does know what Marcus is talking about. "That's not a rescue, that's a recce. We need to take a look at Icarus, and possibly Minos. I have no idea if they'll want a marine presence, but given the amount of work I've got on my desk I figured asking the CAG for a decent notice period if they did was sensible. I shouldn’t worry yourself about it for now."

"Ah. Sounds good, sir." Marcus replies, before coming to attention. "If there's nothing else, I'll pull personnel files and get to work organizing a training program."

"That will be all Lieutenant," Amos replies with a faint nod, "that will be all."

Marcus gives a salute, before he turns to head out, a shake of his head, perhaps in bemusement of the situation.

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