AWD #283: I Expect Better
I Expect Better
Summary: Bennett wants to know if Ygraine has what it takes to be promoted.
Date: 12/10/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: To Be Added
Bennett Ygraine 
Raptor Squadron Berths
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.
AWD #283

Having been put back on duty for the past few days, Ygraine has actually done her Alert5s and CAPs without complaint. In fact, she's fresh from her post Alert5 shower when she walks into Raptorville in her off duties, carrying her bathing kit. The bandage on her neck is gone, and the scar is healing nicely.

Bennett is the only other occupant of the Ghosts' berthings at the moment, which is a rare thing in itself. What isn't, is the fact that she's lounging on her bunk in little more than her skivvies and a pair of socks with pink hearts. There's a cigarette in one hand and an open folder on her lap, which she's rifling through with the other. Blue eyes tick up when Ygraine steps through the hatch, and skim over the blonde assessingly before she offers up a smile.

"Hey, Captain." says Yggy brightly as she goes to put her kit away. "Ya know, I've been tryin' t'catch ya for th'last couple of days, but ya know, Picon an' everythin'."

"Trying to catch me?" Bennett repeats, watching Ygraine a moment more before returning to the perusal of her paperwork. "Should I ask why?" The smile continues to loiter about at the edges of her lips, even as she pulls from her smoke.

"I seem t'remember," Ygraine replies thoughtfully as she fishes out a hair brush and begins to apply it to her hair, "Ya were wantin' t'talk t'me about somethin', I remember that much from when I was shot up with enough morpha t'see all th'pretty colors of the rainbow."

After a few moments' thought, there's a sudden 'oh!' from the pilot. "Yes, actually, I did." She scribbles something in a box at the bottom of the top sheet of paper, then flips to the next. "I wanted to let you know that I planned on putting you up for a promotional review soon. Possibly in the next few weeks." A pause, and another flick of her eyes up to the blonde. "I wanted to know whether you had any thoughts to add to my own, as to your suitability for the rank of Lieutenant."

Ygraine blinks at that, pausing in her ministrations and putting her hairbrush down. "Well," she says, "If this wasn't a war for the human race, let's be honest, I'd probably still be an ensign. But that ain't what the world's like anymore. I know what I've done, I got an idea of what I wanna pursue at least in the immediate future, and I think I know where I'm weak in terms of leadership. I think." She's visibly cautious, but not to the point of wanting to trip herself out of the potential opportunity.

"Yes," Bennett agrees with a not unkind laugh. "You probably would be. But as I am sure you are aware, rank in times like these is more about necessity than bureaucracy." She taps some ash from her cigarette into an empty cup beside her. Murmured, "Tell me about that, then. Your weaknesses."

"For one thing, I don't know if I'm up t'par on tactical planning." Ygraine says. "When we did th'Caprica bombin', Storm asked for suggestions, and mine, well…it got shot down right quick. So I've been tryin' t'get sharper on tactical planning."

Bennett taps her pen against her lower lip, and considers something on the report she's reviewing before looking up once more to Ygraine. "As a matter of fact, I disagree. You have an excellent feel for tactics. Having your idea shot down does not indicate otherwise; there are many things that go into a decision like that." She smiles slightly. "But, that said, it isn't a bad area to focus on. What else?"

Ygraine's lips purse together and she's visibly surprised at being told she's not as awful as she thinks she is. "Mission plannin' is different. A project like th'dome evac, I don't know how t'explain it. It was just about gettin' t'the goal, rather than tryin' t'out think th' enemy." But she lets it go for a moment, admitting, "There's my pilotin' problem. It kinda holds me back. I know it."

Ygraine adds suddenly, "What do ya think are my weaknesses, Captain?"

Bennett mms thoughtfully. "The piloting qualification is something I would like you to work on, yes, but it is not holding you back specifically any more than my cursory knowledge of your job holds me back. Each of us to our function." Scribble, scribble. "And learning to think how the enemy thinks is.. not something that comes easily to anyone. It comes with experience." She considers the question posed to her, then, and replies after a moment, "I am not pleased with how you performed in the SAR where we encountered those civilian vessels that had been co-opted by the enemy." She lifts her eyes to meet Ygraine's gaze, perhaps to gauge how this is received.

Ygraine's eyebrows flick upward in surprise, and then furrow together to cinch just above her nose. She leans forward, bracing her forearms on her thighs and studies Bennett intently. "How so?" This seems less about challenging Bennett then it appears to be needing explanation, instruction, and understanding.

Bennett actually puts her paperwork aside at this point, and after glancing at the time, shifts to her feet and pads toward her locker to fetch her flight suit. "I asked three times for the status of the FTL drive. Your top priority appeared to be increasing your kill count rather than remaining on mission." She glances over her shoulder briefly while she shoves her feet into the suit one at a time. "Which may simply be a training issue, I will grant. But I expected better from you." That is left to hang between them, softly spoken and without so much as a hint of anger. Disappointment? Perhaps.

Whether or not Ygraine has any defense to offer regarding the situation, she doesn't offer it. There's a fine line between defense and excuses. "I'm sorry, Captain. I'll do better. Normally I'm pretty solid on the comm. I'll do better." She can't help but add, "But I also think there's a great deal I can offer as a full lieutenant based on what I have successfully accomplished and hope you'll take that into consideration. As well as th'fact that I take responsibility for what I do, includin' my mistakes."

Bennett's lips twitch slightly in a semblance of a smile, and she finishes pulling on her flight suit over her skivvies and tanks. Her dogtags are pulled out from under the neoprene, and the zipper yanked up the rest of the way before she shuts her locker door. "Normally, you are," she agrees softly. A grin. "And I already have." Taken that into consideration. "You are an excellent officer, and I need you, Vashti. I need you to continue doing what you do best, but I also need you not to get blinded by that viper nonsense. Because if I see one more incident like this again — and this goes for the rest of the squadron — I will be resetting everyone's kills to zero. Including my own. I will not tolerate it." The smile's vanished by the end, though it's fair to say that she would not be speaking this way to the other woman if there were not a great deal of respect between them.

Well, she was sitting, but by the end of Bennett's declaration, Ygraine's on her feet. Not in formal, stiff at-attention, but her stance is definitely alert. "Yes, sir." she replies, her brow still furrowed, but now more thoughtfully.

Bennett waits a beat for Ygraine's answer, and her chin lifts a fraction when the blonde rises; she actually has to look up at her. "Good," she confirms with a crinkling of her eyes at the corners in faint crow's feet when she smiles once more. It's as if the prior conversation were a flash rain on an August afternoon; come and gone without a trace. "I have flight duty to make. But I will be speaking with the CAG about my recommendations." A light touch to Ygraine's shoulder, and then the captain turns and heads for the hatch.

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