| Discussing Discipline |
| Summary: | Madilyn calls Cidra and Damon into a meeting to discuss Bannik's transgressions. |
| Date: | 28 Oct 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Bad Bannik |
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| Naval Offices - Deck 10 - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| Post-Holocaust Day: #244 |
| This area is set-up much like any standard office building. Cubicles have been constructed using cheap waist-high walls, their contents left neutral for whoever needs to use them. Inside each cubicle is a desk with a laptop and chair. Simple overhead lights bring dull illumination to the room except over the back wall where each one of the colonies twelve flags hangs from its own pole. Fake, potted plants dot the room and seem to be standard issue along with the water cooler and coffee machines. Off the main room are a few private offices such as that of the JAG or CAG. |
| Condition Level: 3 - All Clear |
Cidra was summoned here for a meeting, though she didn't have time to learn the full import of it. She's not technically on duty at the moment, so an air operations rating had to go track her down. Which took a little time. She looks fresh out of the showers as she comes in, dressed in her blues and reasonably pressed, though she does look like she was woken up not too long ago.
Damon is also summoned - unlike Cidra, he was on duty, so he's in his bright orange coveralls. A lack of a toolbelt or messes on his coveralls imply that he was shut up in his office doing paperwork instead of getting greasy on the hangar floor. "Major," he says, giving Cidra a nod. "Am I late again? They didn't say when the meeting was, just that I was requested for one and where it would be. So I came as fast as I could."
Floating about the Navy offices for the second time this week, the Marine CO looks marginally uncomfortable in the offices of the ever-changing pilot desk jockeys. Turns out she was the one who requested the meeting, based on some information that Damon had sent her way. "I tried to pick a time when I knew I could catch you both with only mild inconvenience. To save time, the matter at hand involves Specialist Tyr Bannik, and the misleading information he presented to Raptor pilots during a scouting mission over Aerilon."
"Major Willows-Cavanaugh. Petty Officer Damon." A polite, even friendly, inclination of Cidra's head to the Marine Major and Deckie. "It was no trouble. I was not…doing anything of import." Does she sound a little relived about that? Perhaps. She clears her throat. "So, what is the purpose of…" But Madilyn answers her question before she can really ask it. A blink. First at Madilyn, then at Damon. "Pardon?"
Damon greets Madilyn with a respectful nod when she arrives. And clears his throat when the CAG looks his way in confusion. "I just put in a report based on my findings - corroborated with some statements and reports from other departments - and it, uh, it appears that Bannik falsified Raptor readouts and misdirected a Raptor recon. With the purpose of trying to find surviving members of his family." He takes in a deep breath and purses his lips, uncertain on how to follow that up. So he doesn't.
It seems like nobody really can follow that up. Madilyn, for one, isn't heartless enough to throw the book at him for giving them false coordinates for something so ostensibly harmless as doing a flyby of his home. Of course, she doesn't know if that airspace was restricted or unsafe or what. So, enter Cidra. "I'm at a loss, for one. While he did falsify reports and give false coordinates to a Raptor recon crew, it was, I feel, in good faith. To this point, his record shows to be exemplary. I don't know whether to chaulk it up to extenuating circumstances and let the deck treat it as an internal matter, or whether to impose farther-reaching military law. What's your read on something so simple, Major?" Luckily, the reports Damon has filed so far are in a neat folder under Madilyn's arm, just for Cidra to peruse!
"Ah." The exhale is short and clipped from Cidra. "Thank you." Similarly clipped, if still polite, as she takes the folder from Madilyn. For long moment she says nothing. She just reads. Read, read, read. Jaw tightening as she does so.
"What Specialist Bannik did was inexcusable," Damon says after a long silence of watching Cidra read his report. "And the reason I filed a report is because it affects other departments, specifically the Air Wing, and deals with… I don't know if it's fraud or falsification or what, but he abused the trust and privilege of his duties." Folding his arms across his chest, he continues to watch Cidra carefully - since Madilyn has already made her stance on the matter clear, he's mainly interested in what the CAG's reaction will be. "However, I am requesting to deal with this at a departmental level. I'm not saying this should be disregarded by any means, no matter what the circumstances were. Just that discipline and consequence for this come from the Deck, not the JAG."
"It is a gross breach of trust," Cidra says curtly in a sort of reply to Damon. Passing the folder back to Madilyn. She still keeps her features carefully schooled, but her blue eyes are tight and flashing. Angry CAG is angry. "And we shall speak more, Petty Officer, on ways to keep such falsification and manipulation from happening again. I thank you for informing me, Major. Petty Officer, he is your man. Do with him what you will. Whether that means the JAG or some punishment of your own is in your hands, as I see it."
"I'm inclined to agree with you both on this matter as well. It is a violation of the rules and cannot be tolerated, however, it should be tempered by the situation. We have here a young enlistedman presented with an opportunity to discover - dare I say safely? - the fate of his family. However, I felt it was prudent to include you in the loop as well, Major, given that your Raptor pilots were misled…whether that was a spontaneous deviation from their approved flight plan or a flight plan was constructed with falsified information. From a matter of ship security, I don't think is anything beyond a remote occurence." Madilyn takes the folder back, and continues the conversation without significant signs of emotion, one way or another.
"Absolutely, Major," Damon says to Cidra with a nod. "If the Air Wing can't implicitly trust every member of the Deck - the repairs we make, the reports we write - then it destroys everything. The first step, for me, is discipline as a deterrent. The Deck will be fully aware that Bannik screwed up and that he's paying hard for it." His arms are uncrossed, falling away to his sides; restless fingers drum against his leg as he speaks. "Then I'll proceed with matters on my end, and consider the issue closed as far as the other departments are concerned?"
"I concur. If more is brought to light through this diciplinary action, we shall deal with that as it arises. For this matter, I think the current approach is prudent." Madilyn gives a curt nod to the both of them, making sure that they are all on the same page regarding how to handle the matter, and satisfied that things aren't being blown out of proportion.
"Aye aye, Major Hahn. Major Willows-Cavanaugh." Damon straightens up and snaps off a salute. "What is made public on the Deck, I'm sure will be spread throughout the ship as gossip within an hour's time. Bannik will pay the price for what he did, and by my plan, he will be disciplined to the satisfaction of all parties involved. It hasn't been that long since I was an instructor at the school." So maybe Nice Guy Damon can flip the switch after all and be harsh when the situation permits. "Thanks for your time. And for allowing me to deal with the matter within the Deck."
"I am not satisfied by any of this," Cidra says. "But he is your problem, Petty Officer, not mine." She pivots on her heel and is about to just stride off. But she pauses to say, "Had he asked me to send a damned Raptor out there, I would have done it, pointless or no." And then she does head off.