AWD #489: Pins Come In Pairs
Pins Come In Pairs
Summary: Major Bennett carries out her last act as acting-CAG and promotes Piers and Pearson
Date: 23/10/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Bennett Alastair Pearson 
Ready Room
Capable of seating every member of the wing with space to spare in its stadium organization, the Ready Room has more than two hundred seats and is the largest room on the ship dedicated to single briefings. Sections of desks were manufactured specifically for this and wrap the width of each level of seating, rolling leather seats positioned at even points through each row. The head of the room has a small dais with a podium for the briefer and on the wall behind it are a pair of large LCD screens. The walls have the tenant squadrons' patches painted on individual panels as well as a Kill Board up to the left side of the dais and podium, the Training Board on the other side to log progress.
10 May 2006 AWD #489

The pair of ensigns have been Summoned to the ready room via shipwide intercom, for maximum awkwardness. When they arrive, they're greeted by a mostly empty ready room, having been expunged of its most recent group of pilots for their daily briefing. The raptor squadron Commander, relieved of her duties as acting CAG, looks a good deal less harried today; she's lounging in a chair in the front row, clove in one hand, paperwork in front of her, with two small boxes stacked off to one side.

Having been getting ready for a training mission, Alastair is in his flight suit when he heard that the Major wanted to speak with him. Making his way to the Ready Room, he glances over to find Pearson already present and furrows his brow presently as he offers a stance of attention. "Major?" he asks as he heads down to the front.

Carrying a tube of ships schematics in one hand, Pearson walks into the ready room, having heard her name and of course Trap's name over the shipwide intercom. She exchanges a sidelong long glance with Piers on the way through the door before she braces to attention as well, "Major," her voice comes a half second behind Alastair's so the words almost overlap.

Bennett is chewing on the end of her pen when the pair stroll in. She looks up, smiles briefly, and scribbles down a couple more things before clicking off the pen and setting it aside. A finger's crooked to both ensigns: come hither. "Apologies for that, but it seems I have been missing you both an impressive amount in the last few days, and it was really quite imperative that we speak. Don't worry; I will not take much of your time." She starts to her feet, reaching for the pair of boxes.

Standing next to Pearson, Alastair looks confused for a moment before he just decides to listen to the Major instead of speaking up. He'll find out what's going on first before continuing on, not exactly reaching for Pearson's hand, but standing close to her.

"Is this about the research we're doing into the status, well really more into the mystery, of the Galactica, Major?" Pearson wonders, tapping the tube of schematics lightly with her fingertips as she leans subtly forward. She casts another sidelong look at Piers, seeing the confusion on his face, giving him a quick glimpse of a 'hmm?' expression in turn before she focuses forward again on the Major.

Bennett looks mildly amused at the expression on the faces of both aircrew, but seems in no hurry to disabuse them of the notion that this is in regards to something quite grave. "No, not precisely," she replies to Pearson, blue eyes holding hers as she beckons her forward just a smidge more. The first box is held out then in her left hand, while her right - the inked one - is extended palm up to be grasped. "You are being promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade, effective immediately." Leftenant, of course, in her soft Virgan lilt.

"Congratulations, Leftenant." Alastair says with a grin as the Viper stick is promoted, no hiding the pride on his face as he as he watches the small ceremony, a witness to it all.

Pearson's expression does a rather credible one of stunned-flat as she steps forward at the gesture and starts to extend one hand to accept the box, realizes that she is short on hands, and turns briefly to hand the tube to Piers before she turns back to accept both the offered hand and the box. "Thank you, Sir," she gives a firm hand clasp to the Major, a brief - sudden - glimpse at a grin. "Damn," as she flips the box open then steps back, nudging Piers with one elbow.

There is no handshake, strictly speaking; her culture appears to dictate a simple clasp, squeeze and release, and Bennett pairs it with a wink before retrieving the second box. And it should surprise neither of them when she turns to Alastair with a fractional lift of her chin to meet his gaze, too, and offers the nondescript box along with her hand. "Alastair Piers, you are being promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade, effective immediately."

"Take back your tube." Alastair teases Pearson before he passes it over to step forward. Being Virgon himself, his fingers grip Bennett's lower arm to trade the grasp and moves to stand at attention to accept the box. "I assume you want us to exchange our tabs with each other, sir?" he asks, a little grin offered as he waits for release to be returned to Pearson's side.

Pearson retrieves the tube with the rolled up wafer thin sheets of schematics and, once Piers steps back, she neatly whaps him on the shoulder with the tube. "Congrats, old man," because some things are absolutely required and calling him Old is actually one of her joys in life. "Addled, already, senility, setting in," she explains to the major with an eye roll of amusement at Piers. "Old tabs go in the box, new tabs go on the collar," she spells it out for Old Man Winter with a laugh.

"If you like," St. Clair answers with a grin, taking a step back from both newly minted Lieutenants once she's done her duty with the rank pins. She'll apparently leave it to them to sort out whose customs they'll be following. Turning away then, she retrieves her paperwork and stubbed-out cigarette for later reuse. "Lieutenant Piers, we will speak later about some details regarding the reconnaissance of Libran, Scorpia and Hebe. I have a flight rotation to make, at the moment though, so.. congratulations again, both of you."

"And you have no sense of tradition, Leftenant." Alastair teases Pearson back before he nods. "Yes'ir, I'll be ready with bells and whistles and new rank pins, sir."

"That's alright, you have enough for both of us," Pearson retorts with another sidelong grin before she aims that same grin at the Major. "Thank you again, sir."

Bennett tips her head to the pair, and takes her leave without further ado. With a good number of pilots still recovering from injury, she's had no shortage of extra shifts to take on.

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