AWD #485: Not a punishment
AWD #485: Not a punishment
Summary: A brief talk between Captain Ommanney and Sgt. Kapali where she volunteers for additional work.
Date: Wed 19/Oct/2016 (OOC Date)
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Amos Kapali 
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.
Sat 06/May/2006

Moving through the ship at a brisk jog, boots hitting the deck at a steady stacatto, Kapali only slows once she reaches the security hub to exchange insults (camaraderie at it's best) with the MP's on duty before walking forward to the HQ to find the Captain.

Amos is, as he has been for a while, busy. He's been personally supervising the killhouse far less, rarely leaving HQ at all infact. Right now he's behind his desk, taking a break from whatever it is that's kept him busy, and enjoying the pause with a fresh mug of coffee.

Making her way forward, Kapali braces to attention before the captains desk, "Sir, may I have a moment of your time?" she asks, even while noting the scent of fresh coffee and the work on the captain's desk.

Amos glances up as Kapali approaches, his eyes flicking to her and then to his coffee. There's is a fraction of a second when he's tempted to ask her to come back later, to let him enjoy this one moment of peace but it's gone as soon as it arrives. Setting the mug down he crests his hand together on his desk, "go ahead Sergeant."

"Thank you sir," Kapali replies as she tucks her hands behind her back and launches directly into it with, "I'd like to volunteer to run training sims in the Killhouse, sir. Or, more accurately, to organize training runs outside of the usual scheduled training runs for those who are interested in working out extra practice runs. Less time down to get into trouble means more time in training to actually do a better job in the field. Voluntary only, of course, as it wouldn't be a punishment, sir, just for those with extra energy to burn."

Amos considers for a moment but can't find any initial objections. "If you're planning on inviting just your own platoon then just run it past Lieutenant Petropoulos first but I have no objections. If you want to open it up to all those onboard then check with the other platoon officers as well. Other than that I'll have you added to the circulation list for trainings time so you know when the facilities will be free."

"Thank you sir," Kapali replies, a single up-down nod given, "I'll start with extra hours training in our 'toon and if it goes well I'll branch out and include any other marines with down time to burn between regular training hours." She rocks subtly back on her heels then equally, subtly, forward again to level out. "Just one other thing, sir. I don't know where the actual operational mindset is with regards to retrieving viable components of the centurion canners to bring back to intel and engineering to dissect. There's a navy guy, Swick, who voiced a theory about being able to back hack their programming if we could bring enough working parts back to give it a try. I'd like to make it a secondary or even tertiary goal to retrieve viable pieces when we're in the field."

Amos had been about to indicate that Kapali was dismissed, but at the question he stops. "I believe," he starts, obviously still thinking, "that there are a supply of parts down in deck stores. I certainly recall talk of previous projects along those lines. If you see Swick again point him in their direction. If," and he pauses here for emphasis, "if there are other parts he requires, then it can be considered on a case by case basis and he needs to come nad make that case to either myself or which ever officer is planning any particular mission."

"Deck stores, yes sir," Kapali replies, brightening subtly, if such a thing is possible, and gives a firm nod. "Excellent sir, will relay. Thank you for your time."

"Not a problem Sergeant," Amos replies, slowly liftinghis mug again, "and if you don't get a copy of that schedule before 0800 let me know." The coffe gets slowly and slowly closer to where he can drink from it again and so he offers a quick, "dismissed," before succumbing to it's call.

Again she braces subtly to attention, a short nod angled at the captain before she heads right back out of BHQ, leaving the captain to his coffee and the mountain of work in front of him.

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