AWD #548: Heavy Weapons vs Sniper
Heavy Weapons vs Sniper
Summary: Amos talks to Mallas about future training specalisations.
Date: 21/12/2016
Related Logs: None
Amos Mallas 
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 #548

Battalion HQ is busy, but then it always is these days. After the initial attack on Leonis though it's settled down to hectic rather than batshit crazy. Junior officers and a mix of NCOs are moving with purpose back and forth, some with bits of paper in their hands, others without. There's a small cluster over by a map table though, a cluster that includes the CO, the S2 and an assorted gaggle of hangers on.

Private Mallas wasn't as badly wounded as some of the Miterrand assault troops, having spent only a few days in sick bay before being discharged to light duty. Which he is happy to milk for all it's worth. It is also why he is able to shows up relatively quickly in response to the Major's summons. Dressed in his duty greens, Mallas steps into Headquarters and looks around, sidestepping the various desk jockies as he looks for the CO.

Either someone mutters to Amos about the Private's arrival, or he has eyes in the back of his head, for once the Mallas is close he just turns, looks him over for a moment, then beckons him off to one side. "I won't keep you long Private, I know you have PT shortly," he starts, wishing he'd remembered to pick up his mug, "you're back on your feet I take it?"

Mallas blinks when Amos turns to face him, then comes to attention. It's enough for form, even if a drill sergeant might not think much of the effort. "Sir," the Private acknowledges, then gives a nod. "More or less," he gives a shrug. "That ghost armor stopped the worst of it, sir."

"It's not bad is it," Amos agrees regarding the armour, then, to save both of their time, he cuts to the point. "You've been doing a lot of work with Corporal Anderson of late, and even before that you seemed to have a knack with the heavier weapons in our arsenal. Are you interested in specialising in that field?"

Mallas' first reaction is surprise, then he relaxes a bit. He's not in trouble! "Ummm … Never really thought about it, sir. I got assigned the SAW right before Picon, and it sort of grew on me. Even the Toasters start ducking when you throw that much sustained fire at them." He hesitates a moment, actually thinking about the question before finally arriving at an answer. "I can, if that's what's needed. I … kind of thought about maybe getting qualified as a sniper. Back when I won the marksmanship award? But honestly, I don't really care one way or another, sir."

"A sniper?" Amos replies with a blink, the idea had apparently not occurred to him. "I have a meeting with your platoon sergeant in the next few days," he then notes, "we'll discuss options then and see what he things he needs more. " That seems to be about it and so, as he still thinks through the permeations of having a dedicated sniper available, he folds his arms across his chest and closes with, "unless you have anything you want to say Private, dismissed."

"Yes … sir," Mallas confirms his one-time ambition, such as it may have been. Then the Private gives a fatalistic nod for the news that the Major and Staff Sergeant will discuss his future. "Nothing more to say, sir." he says when he's dismissed. A quick return to attention, and then he is quick to retreat from the headquarters compartment.

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