Staff Sergeant Burke looks at his platoon leader with a neutral expression. "Ser, Sar'nt Adama will serve as your link t' the platoon. I haft t' post the Alpha Shift Duty Marines and take over as Sar'nt at Arms, Ser. You know t' Fleet, Ser: t'er own M-Az cann't keep things in order without Marines t' hold t'er hands." Burke smiles at the old joke, forms his face into its usual neutral mask as he snaps a sharp salute to the young Third, and then performs a sharp about face. Staff Sergeant Burke exchanges salutes with Sergeant Adama, and then assumes the positon of command as Sergeant Adama and Corporal Crane fall out of formation and fall in beside their new platoon leader.
"Sar'nt Ivarshun, I have the Guard; you stand relieved. You, a'long with Red and Orange squads are dismissed." Sergeant Iversion and Staff Sergeant Burke exchange salutes before Burke looks to Sergeant Velern as Sergeant Iversion turns to his squads and hurries them through stowing their gear. "Sar'nt Valarn, you a'long with Indigo and Violet Squads are t' train as scheduled until your shift. Fall out." Sergeant Velern falls her squads out to the conference room across the passageway where--like they have been all week in celebration of Galactica's
retirement--she begins quizzing her Marines on all of the Cylon War history that the Meleager's
nominal flagship was involved in. "Yellow and Blue Squads are t' go on Guard. Corporals Aramakee and Kennison, are your squads ready for Guard?" Both Corporals Aramaki and Kennyson (the wife) nodded in the affirmative. "Guard Squads, POST
." Both Corporals salute Staff Sergeant Burke, then lead the other three members of each of their squads to the Guard positions (CIC and the Hangar, respectively) as Staff Sergeant Burke heads to find The Skipper and report in.
Sergeant Adama takes up position next to the left of Third Lieutenant Sampson as Corporal Crane falls in to Adama's left. Adama leans over and begans narrating the events quickly, clearly, and quietly enough that only the Third and Crane can hear him. "Sergeant Iversion
--despite looking man-pretty--is a hardass veteran of service as part of Battlestar Pegasus'
Marine Complement and is our Boarding Operations Instructor; he has Red Squad--under Corporal Clarence
, that hardass Aquarian 'chica', our Close Quarters Battle Instructor, and on your far left, Sir--and Orange Squad--Under Corporal Vickers
, that humorless-looking female, our Infiltration Instructor, second from left--with him when he is Sergeant at Arms on Constellation
Shift. Sergeant Velern
--she of the model's figure and noted service on the Battlestar Talos
and its Opfor assignments, who is also our Counter-Terrorism Instructor--has Indigo Squad--under Corporal Kennyson
, the husband, our demolition expert, second from your far right--and Violet Squad--under Corporal Malachi
, she of the legendarily Leonid paleness, our Space Operations Instructor, your far right, Sir--under her when she is Sergeant at Arms on Bravo
Shift. Staff Sergeant Burke you have met, Sir; he is our Sniper Instructor. He takes Sergeant at Arms on Alpha
Shift, taking Yellow Squad--led by Corporal Aramaki
, our Intelligence Instructor, that Libran male center-left--and Blue Sqaud--ably led by Corporal Kennyson
, the wife, our Weapons Instructor, and your center-right, Sir--with him. To my left is Corporal Crane, our very cute Medic--" Humor enters his voice as Crane glares at Adama. "--who none of us try to date because she is the entire Platoon's 'sister', Petty Officer Third Goshan is currently courting her and we are all afraid of Goshan
-" Adama's voice peaks a little as Crane socks him in the arm as the last of the Platoon (Red Squad) heads out the doors to their racks. "-and, most
importantly, it would likely destory unit trust and cohesion. She teaches Buddy Aid, and I teach Communications Basics, Sir." He pauses for a long moment, then nods at the question.
"Red Squad took care of that for you, Sir." Adama indicates the now-open door on the wall opposite the two hatches leading to the passageway outside the Marine Ready Bay; looking through it, Sampson can see the Platoon Leader's Office and Quarters (about the size of a small apartment bedroom with attached private head/shower)...and all of Sampson's bags, already neatly stowed in the appropriate lockers, save only the bag marked as containing Sampson's combat gear (which was sitting to the immediate right his quarters' door). "If we were up to a full platoon, Sir, we would have a full three-squad section on each of the three shifts, rotating with the one three-squad section that is off Guard every week. That would give us each three-squad section getting one week out of every month 'off'; during that time they would perform skills training, perform depot matienance, and each squad would get rotated by Raptor-flight to Caprica for two days out of that week on shore leave. It worked quite well; Morale was high. And then, of course, the accident-" A cloud passes over the faces of both Crane and Adama."-anyway, Sir, we had to readjust. Our Marines have been shipboard, due to Fleet manpower regulations, for the last three months." Adama looks like he is about to speak, but a phone rings from inside the office to their left--the one with "OPERATIONS SERGEANT: Sgt. Adama
" to the right of the door--and Adama nods to Crane as he quickly strides into his office (also his living space) and picks up the phone. He can be faintly heard to say "CIC, Marine, send it." as Corporal Crane picks up the briefing.
"We have rotated one person from half of the squads 'off' but even with that, our people are really
showing the strain, Sir. All of them need to rotate planetside for a couple of weeks and just grieve
, Sir...but the XO has refused all request to do so, and as the XO is responsible for overseeing all Departments in the Regs
, Sir, Staff Sergeant Burke will not bypass Fenq to take it up with the Skipper. Staff says such things are 'Officer's Business', and that he is not an Officer. Fenq also denied our request--backed up by my opinion as Senior Marine Medical Professional and Marine Chaplain
-" Those last three words said in a rush, as if Crane was embarassed; granted, while Chaplains were required to be an 'ordained' priest of a recognized religious temple and have passed the Chaplain's Course, very
few enlisted personnel met that first requirement. None--since the Cylon War--that Sampson had every heard about or met, before today, anyway. "-to stand only one squad on each watch and rotate the dutes every two days between the 'on' and 'off' squads. He is requiring we follow the 'Fleet Manning Standards', and since those--in 'Peacetime'--don't allow for such massive casualties..." The petite Marine shook her head.
"We are simply being run ragged. Our 'edge'--without the time to perform proper training--is starting to slip, even with the squads training before they go on-shift. Staff and Adama have pulled miracles out of their asses, I've been leading prayer services, memorials, vigils for the Ferryman, and even plattoon, section, squad, and
individual counseling as well as keeping a close eye on their physical health, but..." Crane snorts. "Even with the incredibly-smoking-hot and legendarily-physically
-talented Corpsman-Third Goshan frakking everyone but me and Staff at least
once a month, plus the training and faith consoling/counseling, they are still going to pack in soon. That they have not packed it in yet also has a fair deal to due to the fact that First Lieutenant Buckley would have personally
kicked the ass of every last
one of them so hard that their fathers would have felt it before
they frakked their mothers for failing to do their 'Duty'. Lieutenant Buckley was-" Crane was interrupted by a shout from Sergeant Adama's office.
"FENQ DID WHAT?! AND HE IS GOING WHERE ALL
?" Several pungent oaths followed, then the sound of a mumbled thanks before the phone slammed back into its cradle. Striding out of his office, Sergeant Adama motions for both Crane and Third Lieutenant Sampson to follow him as he strides out into the passageway. "SET CONDITION FENQ-RED! LOCK IT DOWN! LOCK IT DOWN NOW!
" As his shoute echoes throughout 'Marine Country', the Marines in training quickly begin training on all of the engagements Galactica
fought that involved large quantities of tylium or tylium explosions, the Marines in their bunks quickly lock and seal the two doors to the half-empty Marine Berthing, and Sergeant Adama seals the hatches to the Ready Bay after Crane and the Lieutenant have exited into the passageway.