3rd Lieutenant Sampson Fuller
Lieutenant Fuller nodded once. A sharp precise gesture that ended almost as soon as it began. "Thank you Sergeant Adama," he finished as he read the man's label. He went through the motion of walking the line and inspecting the appearance and kit of the men. These things also gave a young officer trainee time to think.
The corpsman was a young pretty thing, and he forced himself to keep moving as he walked past her, then came to rest in front of Sergeant Adama. He glance over at the senior NCO and nodded in acknowledgement.
"You're right, Staff Sergeant Burke. These are sharp Marines. Stand at ease Marines."
Sampson waited until the Marines shifted. It was a beautiful sight for him, watching a group of well trained men and women moving in concert. Once they settled he began to pace, though keeping his eyes on them.
"I'm just a 3rd, meaning still wet behind the ears. It also means I only have one speech, because I'm not weighed down enough with years or medals to have more than one. That's the one you're going to get."
He stopped pacing and turned to face the assembled half platoon. "I'm Lieutenant Sampson Fuller. I know you all wanted the best possible officer to lead you, but what you get is me. We'll all have to make due," Sampson paused to see if the men realized it was a joke, or if anyone laughed, but then pressed on.
"Every officer says his door is always open. I think it's in the frakking "good officer's manual". This officer will tell you my door is usually open. If it is an emergency, and by an emergency I mean you or someone in our unit or under our protection may die if you don't kick in my door. Then it's always open. Use your discretion. Which brings me to conflicts."
He paused another moment to collect his thoughts. "If Corporal Hicksman," he said as he identified another Marine in his team, "has an issue with Private Bates, what are we going to do about it? We're going to settle it like Marines, using an old military tradition I mean to speak with SSgT Burke about once we're done here. We leave our baggage behind when we go into a fight though understood? When bullets are flying we are one mind, one unit. No one gets left behind. Am I understood?"