MD #001: No This Will Never Get Confusing On An AAR
No This Will Never Get Confusing On An AAR
Summary: Just a small request from the Marine CO for the new TACCO to grease the wheels a bit.
Date: 08/04/2017 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Petra Penta 
Combat Information Center - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the ship. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the original Admiral apparently a fan of the classical set-up. Dead center are a set of large monitors suspended from the ceiling with DRADIS readings as well as other vital shipboard information. Under this is a small map table outlining current plots and positions. The table has electronic and minor holographic display capability but the old map charts are kept up to date and stored nearby. The table has a built-in phone as well as smaller displays relating to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard watch stations are set at all times, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose — Helm, Weapons, Communications, Electronic Warfare, Damage Control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls. This area is heavily guarded by armed Marines at all hours of the day and night.

There's been enough time after the mission's conclusion that the ship has settled down. Shift has changed and the overnight Watch has taken over, but Petra has this habit of staying on for a few hours after shift change, when he's technically not in charge anymore, just to get a better grip on how things are going. So at the moment, his hands are on the edge of the central console in CIC, leaning forward on them with his eyes up and glued to the DRADIS array. While the Watch commander works on something, Petra's finishing off some comment to a junior TACCO, "Tell them I don't care what it takes or how much they need. We're at Piraeus and I want /every/ bird completely repaired and good to go before we jump out. We are not starting out having to rig repairs. Tell Deck this is not a point of negotiation. If they need something, we will get it." The Junior TACCO acknowledges the instruction and heads off, leaving Petra alone.

Penta steps into CIC at this point. It's not unheard of for the CO of the Orion's Marines to appear in CIC, but it isn't common, either - usually, the Marine Ensign on watch duty would handle everything. But tonight, for whatever reason, sees Major Penta step through the doors. The Marines on guard duty are doing their best to fight off boredom…Not expecting the Old Man of the battalion to come walking through the hatch…Who looks to Commander Petra, seemingly ignoring his Marines for the moment. "Commander, got a minute? Wanted to check in with you about a few issues my S4 red-flagged."

Its not really until the rank is mentioned that Penta gets Petra's attention - after all, that means there's only one person he could be talking to. Its enough to make him straighten up and look around, lifting one brow in curiosity, his gaze settling on Penta before he murmurs, "Major." He steps away from the console, linking his hands behind his back before nodding in agreement and lowering his voice, "Sure. What can we get done for the Marines?"

Penta hands over a list. "My S4 is having more than a bit of trouble getting some supplies from the garrison on Piraeus. I like the CO down there, so I'd rather not get Fleet Command involved, but apparently what's on *my* collar mean nothing to the Fleet supply folks down there. Could you help grease the wheels a bit? I'm told the lead Supply Officer down there bragged about knowing you; true or not, it gives me an opening."

Petra smirks faintly and lowers his voice, muttering, "I've been teaching college for the last 2 decades, I don't know that saying you know me is anything to brag about but…alright. Do me a favor and forward me a list of everything you aren't getting and I'll…" He stops and smiles a little, "I'll make sure this guy knows I'm concerned that my ship isn't going to be heading off on a very dangerous mission without everything my fighting people need. That ought to be enough of a hint…"

Penta mutters back. "Much obliged, sir." There's a grin there that could almost be called evil. Almost. He keeps formal, though; his business concluded, he says simply. "By your leave, sir?"

Petra chuckles softly at the look and nods, "Of course, Major. Once we get underway, we'll be sitting down. I like to have regular meetings with my Department Heads so I know what things you're being challenged with and who outside of your organization is taking up your time. I depend on you to do your job, and you don't need me micromanaging you, so I don't, and I trust you to come to me with things like this, so thank you for actually getting the jump on me on this. Good luck."

Penta nods. "Aye, sir. Thank you, sir." With that, he turns on his heel. A private on guard duty had thought he could get away with playing with an Arpay logic puzzle tonight. This may have been a miscalculation, considering who the Major walks up to next. "Private? Bang bang you're dead. If you don't hand over the toy in the next 5 seconds, I will have a little chat with Gunnery Sergeant Ynyr. Would you like me to have a chat with him about you, Private?" His words are low - only Petra and the Private in question can hear them - but they don't need to carry to make the Private go pale.

Petra half turns so he can visibly direct his eyes to the DRADIS screen, but he hasn't stepped away, really, ATTEMPTING to be subtle about how he listens in to the Private catching hell, and really, he does do a good job of stifling a smirk. After all, Petra had JUST said he was all about leaving the Major to his autonomy. You don't follow that up by participating in a dressing down. He certainly can be faintly amused about it, though.

Penta exits a moment later, one Rubik's cube in his hand and one private in CIC looking like he wants to run to follow and beg for mercy.

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