Goshan quietly spoke. "Yes Chief." She then headed off at a comfortable pace, swaying mildly when she stayed put, but easily and handily navigating the bustling Deck Gang without any issues at a steady pace. At the same time, the Deck Gang moves its path around the Chief and Stone to be just far enough back not to impede them, but be out of earshot on the busy deck. As Belar dressed her down, Stone looked Belar levelly in the eyes until he finished speaking, her bearing correct and her attention respectfully focused on Chief Belar; her subtly hardening expression and eyes the only clues that she has any emotions at all. Waiting a few seconds--to make sure Chief Belar was done speaking--Stone then answers his questions in order.
"You are correct, Chief, I was not promoted nor do I have the authority to assign them to Tail Team. I do, however, have the authority to remove them from my Section, and the recommendation of a Section Leader is usually given weight when it becomes necessary to shuffle personnel in such a fashion." Her tone was completely neutral and level; while clearly she truly meant to show him respect, the best she appeared to be able to manage was neutrality. "It was my mistake to lose my bearing in such a way, Chief, and it will not happen again. The reason I lost my bearing was that I--and Chief Patrick--trained Wrecking Crew better-" Now her voice showed emotion, and it was anger...though not at Chief Belar, but at her Section. "-fr-far better than that, Chief. I have no excuses nor reasons to offer for it, Chief, and my position--as it's wartime and that would have a been a fatal, Class A Incident--is yours to reassign. I will not fight it if you so choose, Chief." Her eyes showed a hint of great pain behind a fair blaze of anger as she swallowed, but her voice was steady she finished.
"If you will accept my--strictly 'off-the-record'--read of it...The Cylons still have them off-balance, Chief. Most of the crew aboard is off-balance, Chief...and the Deck Gang has got the largest proportion of green, just-out-of-training rookies and actual young 'kids'. Most of them are 22 or under, Chief, looking for a better life through the Fleet. Despite all the live-fire, no-notice, realistic drills the Skipper ran--in new and interesting ways--too many of them really never expected that we would be the tip of the Fleet's spear against a resurgent Cylon threat. Most of the green kids, plus a fair number of your Third- and Second-Classes, Chief, just did not believe the Cylons were going to come back...or at least not without the 'sufficient warning' Adar has been promising we would have. The only people that have seen any action at all--either against pirates and disasters, like me, or because they are old veterans--are all either Leads or Seconds...and that's about it for the Deck Gang when it comes to combat experience. Senior Chief, of course, has seen every variety of Hell war can produce, and so has Vector--sorry Chief, the CAG--and a few others, like First Class Mundy, Staff Sergeant Burke, or a couple of the Marines, plus a few others spread throughout other departments. Most of the crew, though, has never fired--or even seen fired--a hot in 'anger', Chief, and being the point of the spear has them scared...this was, until less than an hour ago, a training ship, Chief. The exhaustive training is paying off--they are doing their jobs and not openly panicking--but most of them are quietly panicking in their minds or deeply afraid, Chief, and that internal panic and fear is keeping them from fully thinking through everything...they are just operating by routine. In the case of my Section, Chief, while they know the checklist backwards, forwards, sideways, sleepwalking, and in the dark, buck-ass-naked, without gravity while covered in engine grease and listening to me sing opera--and can perform it to the Skipper's standards or better in any of those conditions--they are not used to actually loading the planes working without mine or my Second's presence, Chief. We also normally double-up Sections, Chief--to spread the experience around the rookies--or work in an assembly fashion when launching birds; while they are fully trained and practiced for this--and the knowledge and reflexes are there--the fact that they are on ship that is fighting a Cylon Ship twice our size has so locked their brains up with panic that they are doing things by the rote of routine, Chief."
She paused for a moment, then finished. "And myself or my Second are normally the ones that check the skids, Chief, given that my Section--despite being the best Section on the Deck Crew by the numbers or practically--are still quite young and lacking experience. In a rapid-turn-around situation like this, only him or I have the practice and skill to be able to check the skids at the speed they need to be checked. My Second is currently keeping an eye on the ammo shuttle-" Stone points to where her Second was while still keeping her attention on Chief Belar. "-to make sure those off-loading the ammo have enough warning to get to safety if a critical structural member gives way, something catches fire, et cetera, and I was en route back. They forgot about the step entirely, and that is why I exploded. They should have--as trained and practiced in 'full-contact' drills--either held up and gotten one or us, or stopped long enough to do it themselves using the Book methods, Chief." Stone shuts up, and her mask of neutrality locks back down as she awaits his judgment.