AWD #572: What Did You Do?
What Did You Do?
Summary: Randy arrives to see Amos, she's bearing gifts
Date: 14/01/2017
Related Logs: None
Amos Randy 
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.

The break back at Piraeus has been nice, but that doesn't mean HQ hasn't been busy. Now, as they're safely established in orbit around Picon it still is, but it's back to it's usual level of busy, rather than the manic levels before a major op. As for the CO? Well, he's caught up with the reports sent from various places, replied to those he needs to, roughly palnned out a few contingencies that should save time when the next set of orders come down from the Admiral and is now just rising from his desk to go relax in a long, hot, shower and get his head down. Work done, it's time to relax, while he has the chance.

Randy doesn't have any responsibilities today besides doing a fair amount of OCS stuff. Last night was the sliver of time off that she could afford. She's gotten to Amos as quickly as humanly possible without being a total jerk to his schedule or her responsibilities that day. She arrives with a canvas tote over shoulder in a pair of BDUs, her double tanks, and her Orion branded gym hoodie. Better than tattered old clothes. "Sir. Do you have a moment?…maybe for a little nightcap?" She reaches into the tote and lifts the bottle inside just enough to flash that it's…yep, that's cognac.

Amos should be in his duty uniform, but he's a creature of habit and likes to cling to the illusion that he's still a proper field officer, so he's in his usual greens. As his newest officer arrives though he pauses half way round his desk and eyes her levelly for a moment. "Do you how close I was to being out the hatch and having the evening to myself Ensign?" he asks deadpan, gesturing vaguely to the hatch as he does so. It's not a sigh that he gives, but is is a deep breath let out slowly before he turns the gesture towards the chair onthe other side of the desk and slide back down into his own. He's about to ask what he can do for her when that bottle appears and he eyes forst it, then her almost suspisiously. "You've never struck me as one with the calling for S4," he starts slowly, "so the logical next thought is 'what have you done?', but I'm going to be generous and assume you've turned up with that out of the goodness of your heart. So take a seat Flynn, and tell me whats on your mind."

"This close?" Randy makes about a centimeter of space between her forefinger and thumb, squinting for extra effect before she smiles and drops her hand. She simply presses her lips together before offering a full blown grin as the Major surmises all. She pulls her offering and two cups that have obviously been 'borrowed' from the Mess and puts them on the table before sitting down. Then she opens the bottle and starts to pour them each a glass. She clearly knows her liquor enough not to overfill, approximating in poorly shaped glasses for the cognac. "Well Sir." She scoots the Major's cup over to him and waits for him to have a taste before saying, "I'm looking for your consent to marry. Legally that is." She won't waste his time.

"Closer," Amos replies, still deadpan, but that doesn't stop him from taking the cup and lifting it to his nose so he can inhail it deeply. If all he's getting is a cup then he's going to savour it and sod it if Randy's issue is urgent. Once a sip is taken, and enjoyed he looks back to her in a silent 'go ahead', then listens as she is blissfully brief. "Married?" he looks faintly surprised, then continues, "apologies for this Ensign, but since your promotion was only very recent I have to ask, is this a sudden thing?" No, he's not going to flat out ask if she'd been commiting frat previously, he really doesn't want to know, even if he has to check. "If you can swear to me on your colonial oath that it's all within regs then I see no issue."

Randy lifts her cup to take a small sip. "Yes. It's very sudden." Well that's not a lie. "But I've known her for only about a half a year or something like that?" Also not a lie. She leans forward to push the bottle closer towards "Amos' half" of the desk…even if it's all his desk. "I can swear to you on my colonial oath that I have not jeopardized my command or shown favoritism to anyone, nor has anyone else's command been jeopardized or resulted in favoritism."

"Splendid," Amos replies simply, "then assuming there's no concerns from her CO then I have none." He doesn't reach for the bottle yet, but the movement of it does get watched carefully. With no paperwork to be done on the matter imminantly he picks up the cup in his off hand and pushes himself to his feet. "Congratulations Ensign, now get out of here so I can slope off too before someone comes in with something else."

Randy nods back to Amos' reply. She isn't eyeing the bottle, but giving him her rapt attention. She grins at the congratulations and rises up to her feet. "Thank you sir. On the double sir." She grabs her cup to knock the rest of her drink back. Then she picks up her tote, and off she goes with a little tiny skip in her first step. She leaves the bottle and Amos' cup behind. Never take a man's drink.

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