PHD #426: 2-UP
Summary: Because getting a 2-Up is better than getting a 1-Up *insert Mario mushroom sound here*
Date: 28 Apr 2042 AE
Related Logs: None
Madilyn Lunair Samuel 
Marine Offices - Deck 6 - Battlestar Cerberus
This office consists of desks for those under the CO, along with his desk toward the back of the room. The S1 and S2 have desks here and the place is neat as a pin, with everything in its place. At the front of the room, a Marine sits at a desk to meet people as they come in through the hatch.
Post-Holocaust Day: #426

The runners must be getting their entire week's worth of cardio with all the messages that have been sent flying out of the marine offices and the S2's office up to CIC, the intel offices, and even to hunt down peoples currently off-duty…maybe even in the rack. Today, they've been dispatched to find two more of the folks who were involved in the Areion boarding ops, called down to the offices at the request of their CO, laid down on personal notes written in her own hand.

Lunair's post-its are catching on maybe? She responds quickly to the call then. Lunair is on-duty and was off tending to administerial work. She has a scarf on, her hair clearly shaved in lieu of the formerly patchy attempts to save her hair. "Sir?" She asks quietly on entering the office.

Entering not too long after Lunair, Samuel looks around for a few moments. Pausing just inside the door, instead of repeating the one word question Lunair made. Offering a salute to the officers as well, though.

Everything seems to be in order there in the office, with folks doing their duties as normal. Now that things are settled back down after the Areion, but ramping up for a return to Gemenon, there certainly is much to be done. With a sort of machine precision, files and folders get passed to Madilyn's desk on one side, and then disappear from the other, with her in between those points to process it like a CPU or something. When the two summoned marines enter, Madilyn pauses and stands to usher them over to her desk.

Lunair salutes in turn, after being sure nothing's on fire or what have you. There's a pause as she's ushered over and Lunair will well, allow herself to be ushered. She is curious, but quiet about it for now.

Samuel moves over as he's ushered, still keeping silent for now. Glancing around the room very briefly and then back towards the officers. Looking a bit curious now.

"I've been looking over reports, recommendations, evaluations - the ever-present 'follow-up' to any significant fleet action. It's come to my attention that both of you were quite heavily involved in the boarding action. By that I mean, involved in some of the most intense portions of the combat actions there on the landing deck. There's a few things of concern to me in the files," Madilyn says somberly.

Lunair is quiet as she listens. She watches Madilyn quietly as the CO speaks. "Yes sir?" She is attentive to both Sam and Madilyn for now.

Samuel nods a little as he hears that. "Things of concern, sir?" he asks, after a few moments of pause. "Aside from the fact that we absorbed very much of the bullets and other kinds of fire they threw at us, I presume?" That part spoken a bit quietly as he looks between the two officers.

"That is one part of the concern, yes corporal." Could Madilyn be talking about the executions following? Any actions of specific, intense brutality that might be taken out of proportion? "In reading through these files, I'm noting that the ranks you currently have don't exactly fit the roles and skill you showed in action aboard Areion. While the losses we suffered there are one part, the most significant parts are the individual distinctions you both demonstrated in combat there."

Lunair's expression remains neutral, thoughtful. Did turning a blind eye come back to bite her on the butt? But then … hmm. What could it be? Could it be good? Bad? She just sort of looks - well, thoughtful for several moments then. If one lacks a suitable response, become the office potted plant. "Sir."

Samuel pauses for a few moments, nodding a little bit to that part about the conern, before he pauses a bit at that other part. "We tried as best we could, sir…" he offers after a few moments of pause.

"I recognize that, corporal. That's why I feel that your current ranks no longer are fitting. In a very roundabout way, I'm trying to tell you that you've both been promoted." Madilyn closes the folders on her desk and stands up, to withdraw some velvet boxes from a desk drawer. There's two for each of them, one box with new rank insignia, and the others with something that may be familiar to some of them. "Congratulations Lieutenant Lunair. Congratulations Sergeant Blaine."

An owlish blink. She looks a bit surprised. There's a faint smile at that. "Thank you sir, it's an honor." Lunair is genuinely happy, she's just doing her best to look well, professional.

"Promo…" Samuel blinks a few times as he hears that. "Thank you, sir. It's…" A brief pause, before he pauses a little bit, "Thank you." Otherwise going quiet again now.

Each marine is passed those velvet boxes. Inside are the rank insignia for a lieutenant, passed to Lunair, and the insignia for a sergeant, going to Samuel. "The other boxes should look familiar," she reiterates. That's because inside is box is a Fleet Commendation Medal, with a Combat V. "For distinguishing yourselves in combat against a foe consisting of our own brothers-in-arms, I am proud to promote you both, and present you with these awards." Hands free now, Madilyn moves to shake each of their hands.

Samuel takes those boxes, "It's an honor, sir." Going through the handshaking he adds, once more, "Thank you."

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