AWD #517: Scorpia Concerns
Scorpia Concerns
Summary: Randy goes to Captain Ommanney about the deal she made with Major Fuentes and he delegates like a champ.
Date: 20/11/2016
Related Logs: None
Amos Randy 
Battalion HQ
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.

Recon on Scorpia has already gone down and Leonis is waiting in the wings. Not two days after getting back, about a day after her report was filed, Randy shows up at the security hub looking for a particular Captain. She's directed over to HQ room, where she picks her way through the various people still on duty, coordinating various activities across the fleet's Marines. She's in her off duty fatigues. It just felt wrong to be walking into HQ with a hoodie on, even if dress code has been relaxed, this is an on duty area, and the DNA of wearing something semi-appropriate has not washed out of the Marine. She stops by the desk of someone who isn't currently on a wireless unit with the intention of asking again where the Captain might be.

Amos is at his desk, a place where he's been a depressing amount of late. He'd looked into the logistics of leading one of the recce missions himself to get back out into the field, but the logistics didn't pan out. It's made him a touch grumpy, well, that and a combination of lots of work, lits of pressure, and really not quite enough sleep. He's currently disguising it behind a coffee mug though, a battered old metal one that looks like it's likely be shot at as much as he has over the years.

"Oh," is Randy's dumb reply to the obvious location she should have looked first…or at least, that's what she's told by the poor sod she walked up to to ask the question. "Right. Thank you. Check the attitude or I'll check here first in the future till it's gone." She at least had the wherewithal to not approach someone her senior. Maybe if she hadn't told the 'kid' off he would have warned her about Amos' poor mood. Oh well! As Randy approaches, it's clear she's been using her time she expected to be spending in the Recovery Ward continuously working. She blinks away the touch of weariness in her eyes before stepping forward to stand at parade rest just at the peripheral of Amos' view. She clears her throat and says, "Sir, when you have a moment, I'd like to talk about Scorpia."

Amos raises one eye to stare at Randy for a moment, then, almost resignedly, lowers his mug and uses his free hand to rub at the bridge of his nose for a moment. "You and half the ship sergeant," he replies as he gestures towards the chair on the other side of his deck, "the other half want to talk to me about Leonis." He wants to talk to people about Libran, but isn't having much luck on that score. "Am I to assume that there's something you didn't mention in your report that you wish to tell me about personally instead?"

"No not really Sir. This will be quick and redundant. If I'm still alive after Blue Axe, I'd hope I'd be in here again, no matter what our shape." She sighs a touch. There must be some reason for why she's talking to Amos about these things and not Marcus, but she doesn't seem to be very forthcoming, at least not directly. "I just want to make sure we don't forget. There's a lot on our plate and it became pretty obvious to me that Scorpia isn't going to be our target if Leonis happens to be even a little less dire. I want to do a supply drop on Scorpia…enough to hold them down for awhile. I know there are logistics involved, but they're going to die. Sir, there was something I wanted to tell you. Major Fuentes told me if we could get them supplies to last for awhile, she'd tell me where the Corps main special forces armory was located…access. That's not why I'm here, but it is something at play, and gods know what kind of goodies could be in there to help us with our ground game."

Amos listens. He might be yearning for his rack, or some time in the field, but he knows well enough that when someone comes to speak in these conditions, it's usually because what they have to say is important. After Randy has finished he considers in silence for a while, even going so far as to steeple, his fingers infront of his face. Then, once he's apparently made his decision he lowers his hands to rest on the desk and says simply, "go tell Major Gray what you just told me. I can't set mission priorities like that, he can. Tell him I told you to if you need to, but he's the man you need to convince. You get his green light, I can work with Colonel Io about getting transport and other logistics."

Randy's eyebrows arch at Amos' reply. She knows he doesn't have a lot of time, but there might be a few things floating around in her head…like does he really think she'd have more of a chance convincing Elias? Is this just his way of passing the buck to get it nipped in the bud? Those thoughts are quickly washed away, recognized for the roots of insecurity that they might stem from. The stupid side of her brain, as she calls it. As per usual, Randy gets herself to fall in line, something she had to learn early and the hard way, being the little ruffian that she was, and still somewhat is. In the end, she takes his words at face value, and nods. "I will. Thank you for your support. I'll follow up with you," though probably not face to face. Her eyes flit to the mug. "On that note, I'll let you get back to your work. Unless there's something you might have needed me for." It's a simple courtesy. By the way she says it, she doesn't expect him to say anything but dismiss her.

Amos notes he eyebrow and offers an almost wry smile back. "I know it's an ask Sergerant, but it's one of the perils of being a senior NCO I'm afraid, officers will trust you enough to deligate," or shit on you from a great height, depending on your perspective. "Keep my up to date, and let me know if you need me to up a little leaning on our dear colleague upstairs. Other than that I have nothing else at this time so go get some rest and lets hope the second team is as successful on Leonis."

"It's no problem sir. I'll take care of it." Randy's just not used to being trusted…not in these types of affairs. Out in the field? Sure. It shows though. She's green in this, but earnest, and she straightens up a little at Amos' directives. "I'll let you know. Yes…I do have to do that rest thing. I'm sure it will go fine." A little professional hope there for her fellow Marines. She nods to the Captain in parting before taking her leave.

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