AWD #352: Easier Than Expected
Easier Than Expected
Summary: Gloria pitches a mission plan to the CAG, and CO of the 3/8th
Date: 08/06/2016
Related Logs: Saber Updates
Fairfax Gloria Epiphany 
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 #352

The meeting was arranged, with Fairfax to play host. He's got coffee going, the generic Navy blend, in case anybody wants some. The door is open, and seats are set out.

Gloria is, she would have to confess, rather surprised that she's managed to wrangle a time when both majors she needs to speek to are free, and in the same place. Not wanting to waste this precious moment she arrives promptly with a trio of folders under one arm. Marineland might not be her natural habitat, but she doesn'tn't seem to feel too ill at ease with the surrouindings.

It's rather uncommon for a member of the Air Wing to venture into the Marine portion of the ship. Even moreso for it to be the CAG. So there are perhaps some stares and murmurs as Epiphany passes through the corridors and navigates to the HQ. She's in her duty blues and has a clipboard tucked beneath one arm. Yes. Free. Or mostly. The woman does have a file in hand that she's reading as she walks; one that's tucked into the clipboard once she's within the HQ and navigating towards a seat.

"Coffee, anyone?" Fairfax asks once both arrive. He'll serve anyone who requests it, before sitting down with his own and asking "So, what can we do for you?"

In part because she doens't want to take up their valuable time, and in part because the idea of a major serving her is so weird, Gloria declines the offer of a drink. Instead, she hands each of them a folder. Inside each is a copy of an AAR from early September regarding the neutralising of a cylon SAM site, and what appears to be aerial photographs of the site before and after. "Sirs," she starts once she's given them time to scan them briefly, "I've been asked by Lieutenant Almaeda to co-ordinate the study of the cylon surface to air capabilities. We have a couple of lines of research ongoing, both of which I feel would benefit enormously from an excurison to examine the remains of the site you'll find detailed in the folders." She pauses there, to let them digest that, ready to proceed if they have no immediate questions.

On the other hand, the CAG does not turn down the coffee. Coffee is good. She murmurs thanks to Fairfax and sets her clipboard on the table before accepting her mug. This leaves a hand free to take the folders in turn, opening them up before her. As Gloria speaks, Epiphany reads. She tilts her head in a nod. "Examining such on Picon shouldn't be too much a difficulty. Do you know what exactly you'll be needing?"

Fairfax sips his coffee and peruses his folder thoughtfully. "Sounds fairly straightforward so far."

"Initially," Gloria replies quickly to the CAG, "a pair of raptors for transport, and a small squad of marines to provide cover in case of trouble. Petty Officer Fallon is working one angle so he'd be my fitst pick for technical. I'd also like, in ideal circumstances, one or both of Lieutenant Wescott or Lieutenant Stavros as they also have technical experteese in that area." Her While she doesn't say it outright, her tone does indicate that sheappreciates that she might not get both pilots, but hey, two raptors needs two pilots right? So she can ask. Them turning to Fairfax, "I spoke with one of the marines who took part in the operation and he beleives most of the control units were damaged beyond use, but there are other bits of hardware scattered over the site that mgiht provide us with informtion on their tracking systems, and, perhaps more interestingly, I've seen nothing to indicate that the area believed to be warhead storage has been disturbed at all. We might, if we're lucky, be able to recover intact ordinance to study."

"I may be able to find an opening in the schedule for that. You'll need to speak with the Chief about the techs. As for specific pilots, I can't make any promises. It will depend on who is available. I can, however, make sure a pair of Raptors is scheduled and tasked to this." Epiphany doesn't seem bothered by that, no. She even grabs a pen from her pocket and makes a couple notes on her board. Likely to see that just that is done. "Once scheduled, I can provide it over so that the marines and any techs needed are assigned."

Fairfax nods agreement. "I can definitely assign some marines to the task." He agrees, as though this is a very routine request. Which, compared to a lot of what originates with Lt. Almaeda, it is.

Gloria nods once to Epiphany, making a quick note of her own as she does so. "Thank you Sir," she replies, almost then asking for an ECO too before her brain catches up with her mouth and reminds it that each raptor will have one anyway. As neither major raises any particularly tough questions, or indeed objections, she blinks slaightly. She'd been psyching herself up for a barrage of queries and demands for justifications but isn't going to look a gifthorse such as this in the mouth. "Thank you both," she replies promptly, "unless you have any further questions then I think that covers all the salient points."

"No, nothing further from me. It'll be good to have better intel on their surface-to-air capabilities. Especially once I have a Rhino program for the simulators to start getting everyone trained on those. I'd hate to lose one to a missile on our first trip out, if we can help it." Epiphany does retain the file; likely to peruse more in depth later.

Fairfax also retains the file. "Nothing from me." He echoes the other Major with a shake of his head. "I'll get in touch if anything comes to mind."

Gloria is quite happy to take that as a dismissal and takes a stepbackwards asthe first stage of taking her leave. "I'll be either in CIC, or down on P with Ensign Westbrook," she notes in case they have need of finding her. Or in her rack, or themess hall etc, but she figures they can fill int he rest for themselves, they're majors after all. Having brought the files for them to keep she has no objections to them takign them away, and, with one final nod of thanks and relief, she turns to leave.

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