AWD #471: Unfinished Business
Unfinished Business
Summary: Amos settles some unfinished business within the marine ranks.
Date: 05/10/2016
Related Logs: None
Amos Fischer Kapali Knox 
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.
AWD #471

Marine HQ is busy, there's a buzz in the atmosphere that says there's work afoot, and minor ensigns and JGs scurry about industriously. Not quite the calm in the centre of the storm is Amos. The Captain is sat at his desk, taking a break from his paperwork by slowly savouring a mug of fresh coffee. Right now he's even relaxed enough to be holding the aerial photo of Santo Ridge post blitz, and smiling faintly at the memory of that fight.

Stepping in from the hub outside, Fischer looks around carefully. Stepping to the side to make sure one of those scurrying ensigns can get past him, he makes his way over in the direction of the Captain's desk, steps a bit slow. "Reporting as ordered, sir," he greets the man, words kept relatively quiet.

Amos glances up as he sees a set of fatigues arrive at his desk, then sets the picture down. Taking a moment to straighten in his chair, moving swiftly from relaxed to on-duty in posture he considers Fischer for a moment then asks, "Corporal. How long have you been on board Orion?"

Glancing to the picture Amos was looking at, Fischer's attention soon goes back to the Captain. There's a brief pause at the question, as he seems to be trying to think about how long it has been. "I came aboard when we left for the initial mission here, back before the war started, sir," he replies, after a few moments of pause.

Amos nods once at the answer, considering the marine in front of him as he speaks. Taking another sip of his coffee he poses another question, "and in that time, what would you say is your greatest achievement as a marine?"

There's a deep breath taken at that question, while something in Fischer's eyes seem to go a bit distant. "My greatest achievement, sir?" Another few moments of pause, before he lets out a bit more of that breath. "That is a hard question to answer, sir. I would say being a functional part of a good team, like I feel we are here. Although some would say managing to stay alive through all that has been thrown at us is a major achievement." A brief pause, as he adds, "After all, so many good people have not managed that."

Amos is at his desk drinking coffee, with Fischer stood before him. The headquarters is busy, with people heading back and forth with a sense of definite purpose. Having listened to the reply given to his question, the S3 nods slowly again before posing a third, "well then, I suppose the follow up to that one is what has been your biggest failure?"

Arriving in Battalion HQ, Corporal Kapali does the most prudent thing she can think up at the moment: she steps to the side, sweeps a careful look around to gather her bearings, orients on the captain and Fish then sets course in that direction. She rocks to a halt a precise handful of steps to the side and back of Fish before bracing to attention, sans salute, and maintains silence, hands clasped behind her back.

"That is also a hard question, sir," Fischer replies. "I'm not sure if I can think of one specific mission, so I think the most natural answer would be all the times not everyone who went out made it back. I know I could not save them on my own, of course, but it's also about being that part of the team. When someone don't make it, it's usually the team that could have been just that little bit better."

Amos beckons Kapali forward as he spots her arrival. "No need to wait Corporal, I can deal with both of you as easily as one at a time. You've some catching up to do though, so I'm going to put you on the stop and ask for your greatest achievement as a marine, and your biggest failure, as you see them." When Fischer finishes he gets a nod of acknowledgement for his answer, then tilts his head to Kapali to indicate he'll take her answers before moving on.

Kapali's eyes only shift, sidelong, just the ones before she takes the measured step forward, bracing to attention again once she is standing in tandem with Fish. "Successfully transitioning the EOD pipeline, sir," comes her first answer. The second question is answered half a beat later, "Not saving Evans, sir."

Fischer glances over towards Kapali, from the corner of his eyes, as she steps forward, then looks back to Amos again. Keeping silent as he waits to hear what the Captain has to say now.

Amos leans back in his chair a little as Kapali gives her answers. His expression indicates that perhaps he doesn't consider the incident at Lake City to be one of his finest moments either. He doesn't dwell on it though, as he moves straight on to addressing the pair of them. "Right. You've both been here a while, you both know what you're doing in your respective fields. As such, I'm hereby promoting the pair of you to Sergeant." Reaching into his desk he pulls out two boxes, each with a slip of paper wrapped round them. "There's your new pins, and a twenty four hour pass down to P. Enjoy yourselves, you've earnt it, but I want to see you back here tomorrow ready to get stuck in."

Kapali does stunned face pretty well. It sort of looks like getting hit in the face with a 2x4 (which is really a 1 3/4 x 3 3/4 once it's compressed properly!) as she stares at the box then at the captain then back at the box. Then a sidelong look at Fish and . . back to the box before she leans forward and accepts the box with all the care she would display when accepting something containing a highly unstable UXO. "Sir," that comes out in a sort of wheeze. She clears her throat, tries again, "Sir. Thank you, sir."

There's a brief pause as Fischer just watches Amos, as if unsure if he heard the words correctly. A few seconds later, his mind seems to have processed the words, and he lets out another breath. "Sir…" he begins, moving to accept the box with the pins, before he adds, "Thank you, sir. It's… I won't let you down."

Amos keeps his expression carefully neutral as both marines in front of him register shock at the news. Then, slowly and deliberately, he makes a show of checking the watch on his wrist and notes, "twenty three hours, fifty eight minutes…" then gestures them both away with his hands.

Knox got the memo about seeing Amos for something. he's been busy with the new recruit and running the kid through some radio basics, but the Sergeant does have his daily duties. Usually that constitutes time on Piraeus running the control tower at the LZ. But everything has to be returned. After his shift he returns the gear and peeks his head into the HQ, looking for the Captain. "Sir? You wanted to grab me for something?" He's really hoping this isn't about the cannibal ship.

Amos looks tired. There's a mug of coffee out in front of him but he's hardly touched it and it's no longer steaming. He, and a couple of his assistants are stood over a map on the S4's desk and the lowest ranker is making notes. As he hears Knox's voice though he turns his head, gestures the sergeant over towards his desk, then extracts himself briefly from his planning. "I won't keep you long," he notes as he slides behind his own desk and into his chair, "just a quick formality."

Cooper nods slowly and moves on over to the desk. "You know, sir, if you need some additional help, feel free to delegate. I can get a detail together for any loose ends." He's not going to directly comment on how tired Amos looks, though. He just stands in front of the desk and glances back towards the map, trying to figure out what location is on there.

"It's all still a bit 'Mum's the word' at the moment Staff Sergeant," Amos replies, glancing back to the table briefly before glancing town while he rummages about in his desk draws. "I think that with Lieutenant Petropoulos taking over D Platoon things should start to lessen a bit though." It takes a moment or two before he finds whatever it was he was looking for, then puts a small box on the table and pushes it across, "I found these, I believe they're yours."

Knox doesn't catch the rank address. He's mostly looking over at the map. But its still Mum. F. To Amos, he nods slowly with the mention of Marcus getting Dog. "Kind of expected. Glad we didn't get some moron or someone too PTSD'd to know which end is ass." The box, gets a glance and he reaches out to take it. He snaps it open with both hands, then closes it and looks to Amos. "Sure about this, sir? Whatever is happening must be pretty important if you're kicking me up."

"I'm kicking you up," Amos replies with a slight inclination of his head, "and, I'm afraid, that right now I'm also kicking you out. I have work to do. You've twenty fours hours leave and a pass down to Piraeus if you want it, but I expect you back here tomorrow evening and hopefully I might be able to at least tell you something by then." Pushing himself to his feet again he starts round his desk and back towards the map, "unless you have any burning queries, dismissed."

Knox taps the box with a thumb, watching Amos. He wants to ask a lot more, but considering everything going on, and how tired Amos looks, the guy jut nods. "I'll take it. Thanks, Captain. I'll make sure I make myself available for it." Knox Amos just needs him out, he sketches a salute and moves for the door, tapping the box into the palm of his hand. Need time to think…

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