AWD #460: El-Tee Meets the Es-Three

Marcus meets with Amos and gets.. an unexpected assignment.

El-Tee meets the Es-Three.
Summary: Marcus meets with Amos and gets.. an unexpected assignment.
Date: 25/09/2016
Related Logs: None
Amos Marcus 
Battalion HQ
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.
04 Apr 2006 / AWD #460

Amos has been, busy, of late. With Fairfax still off ship he's pulling double duty as S3, his actual job, and acting CO, not his job at all. Still, every now and then he manages to escape from the paperwork long enough to grab a coffee and run some poor unfortunates through either a killhouse or MOUT scenario. Entering HQ decked out in his greens and with an empty mug it seems he's been supervising training this afternoon, or it might be the faint spring in his step that gives it away, deskwork never gives him that level of energy. The mountain of paperwork on his desk has increased in his absense, but right now, his mind is on coffee, which is helpfully supplied in short order by the duty sergeant.

Help really isn't on the way. A brand new Lieutenant Junior Grade transferred to Orion for the Jolie Point, Marcus has already had his first taste and blooding on Aerilon as he carries his file underneath his arm. Stepping into the office, the young man offers a crisp salute, "Captain? Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Petropoulos reporting for duty, sir." he says, holding the salute until acknowledged, his file rather.. thin.

Amos looks down at his coffee, up to marcus, then back to his coffee before turning his head to the NCO and noting flatly, "I guess you better pour one for him too." The file is eyed, then he waves down the salute, "not while we're onboard," he notes causally enough, "nor where there might be snipers. I lived through that one once due to being stood right next to a med-evac raptor, I'd rather not try my look twice though, so please bear that in mind." Gesturing towards his desk, he drops himself into his chair and just pushes the paperwork sideways to clear a space. "Captain Ommanney, S3, lets take a lookm at yur jacket then."

Dropping the salute, he's used to the offices of the Point, apparently as he nods. "Sorry sir." he offers as Marcus sets down the jacket for the S3 to look over. Aquarian. Attended the Academy on Scorpia - graduated with a B.Sci. in Electrical Engineering, picked for the Task Force to help convert the Joile Point into a base. One combat action, just earlier last week. He waits, hands folded politely behind his back in a position of at ease.

Amos skims the file, looking at nothing more than the bare bones, then glances towards the S1's desk. Not there, typical. Never mind, the sergeant appears with a mug for Marcus and gets rewarded with the new task of filing the jacket in the intray over there. With the paperwork out of the way Amos eye's Marcus' face for a moment then asks, "you settling in alright? Found the mess, laundry, head, and so on?"

"Yes'ir, Randy.. Sergeant Flynn has been showing me around. We grew up together on Aquaria." Marcus offers as he gives a nod of his head. "Been doing my best to fit in, but I'm used to the typical seperation of enlisted and officers." he admits with a nod of his head. "Are there any missions I need to be aware of, sir?"

Amos raises an eyebrow faintly at the slip, but lets it go wiothout comment. He'll trust Marcus on that for now. As for missions he shakes his head, "nothing specific yet, but there's a load in the pipeline. Last anyone told me though we didn't have a distinct timeline yet though, so I can't give you any real details about what to expect next." There's a moments pause to indicate a change of topic and he asks, "any command experience? I have a group of engineers who could do with a point of contact that isn't simply me. I've a mind to set you to work on them, if you think you can handle the fact that some of hem will try and take advantage of your limited experience."

"If you mean Sergeant Flynn and Corporal Kapali, I've already worked with them once. They're more on the demolitions side of things while I'm more constructive, but we can work well together." Marcus starts to say, and then adds, "Sir, do you know of the tomb that the Sergeant was made aware of?" The one on Piraeus, that is. "Captain al Yamoha gave me the code to access it last evening, and I was told that we should put together a mission under Lieutenant Wescott to look into it."

"All the engineers of the 3/8th, not just those pair," Amos notes for completeness sake, "but I'm glad you've managed to establish an working relationship already." There's a faint not ad the mention of the command bunker and then a wry smile as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Well then Lieutenant, I suspect you'll find Wescott somewhere in the airwing corridors. Well volunteered. Just remember to show me your mission plan so I can sign it off, or make any nessecary alterations before you depart."

"There's.. not a more experienced Engineer?" Marcus looks fairly confused by this, but accepts it, "Of course, sir. And I'll work with Wescott to see what she has, I was told it was her mission, sir." he says as he offers a nod of his head. "But I'll make sure you're made aware of it. Anything else I should know, sir?"

"Oh there are many more experienced engineers," Amos replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, "but they're all in engineering, and you're right in front of me. I'm sure you'll be fine though, but I'm usually here if you need anything. I'm giving you free rein on this, but that doesn't mean you can't come and ask for assistance if you feel you need it. Now, before you go hunt out Wescott, do you have any questions of me?"

"No sir. I'm sure if I did, I'd already gone asking them all." Marcus admits with a chuckle, though it's short before he returns to attention. "If there's nothing else, sir, permission to be dismissed?"

"Well then," Amos replies with a subtle nod, "I won't keep you any longer other than to simply warn you to be wary around the 'ghosts'. We still don't know if they're for good or ill, so never be afraid to step back and careuflly examine information that comes from them. THat should be it for now though, so you can consider youself dismissed."

With a sharp salute, Marcus steps back and turns on his heel to head out, the warning being weighed heavily as he does so.

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