PHD #361: Dog Show Prizes Part II
Dog Show Prizes Part II
Summary: Mathers gets a shiny for OSM!
Date: 22 Feb 2042 AE
Related Logs: None
Players:
Madilyn Mathers 
Marine Offices - Deck 6 - Battlestar Cerberus
This offices 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: #361

The hustle and bustle in the aftermath of Operation Silent Mastiff is finally starting to draw down to a dull roar. The things neglected during the fulltime preparation and execution of the operation are passing through 'In' boxes, in particular, the ongoing investigations pertaining to the civilian vessel. As is normal, Madilyn is to be found at the back of the offices, looking over one document in particular.

In and Out. That's what Mathers always tells himself his time in the office is meant to be, as he'd rather be in the security hub or elsewhere getting his hands dirty. So the toothpick chewing Captain pushes through the hatch with one round of papers to drop off and another to pick up. His gaze flicks up and then he's wise to pause and greet the CO. "Major."

"Captain. Good to see you. Saves me having to send a runner after you." The aversion to being bogged down in the offices isn't uncommon, so Madilyn quickly appends that statement with, "And I know it saves you from having to make another trip. I'm certain you're aware of the performance summaries from Operation Silent Mastiff? I've got yours right here, and there are some comments I think you deserve to know about."

Mathers flicks the toothpick to the otherside of his mouth, "Oh?" Looking pensive for a moment before he pushes off in pursuit of occupying a square of floor before Madilyn's desk. The papers he was sporting are set aside on a corner of the table, and his stance eases into a natural parade rest. "Anything I should be concerned about?"

"Well, that depends on what concerns you. Some people worry only about negative feedback. Others are far too humble when it comes to praise. What I've got filed here is from El-Tee Vandenberg. She's been making careful notes of everyone's performance on the operation, which I know she took a great deal of effort in helping to plan. You didn't think you were exempt from her scathing wit, did you?" Madilyn looks up at the XO from where she sits, the folder in question laid out on the desk, opened to the particular page she's reading from.

There is a twitch of a smile from the XO, Mathers' teeth clamping down on the toothpick in his mouth to quelch it away. Some people smoke while in uniform, but Zane just gnaws on those damnable cinnamon splinters. It makes his mouth off kilter when he talks, "I had hoped." Comes his dry response.

"This one…well, it's particularly scathing," Madilyn comments, as dry and serious as ever. "It says here," she begins, trailing a line of text with her finger, "Captain Mathers displayed great heroism in leading the assault into the Cylon facility. Additionally, he demonstrated clarity of thought throughout combat operations in extreme environments." Madilyn pauses and looks up at the man. "Sounds just like her, doesn't it?"

"More like it doesn't sounds like me. Sure it says Mathers on that paper?" Now Zane's face dimples with the feinted humility. "Officially, sir, as I've said to you before. It was the best of outcomes in the worst of situations. Our casualty rate was low and our success rate was high, couldn't have done it without ever single member of the team."

"Well, you say that as if yours is the only folder here with comments strewn throughout!" Madilyn gives a little chuckle. "Sometimes, luck falls in our favor, as hackneyed or naive as that sounds. We caught a lucky break even if we weren't planning on it, and it worked out well for us. Though we can't bank on those in the future, for now, we're going to enjoy it."

"If this is luck, I'll take it." The XO doesn't even shuffle, he just stays perfectly still in parade rest. "I know you've been working your way through commendations, Sir. And I appreciate the opportunity to give Vandenberg hers."

"Well, yours hasn't been the only special request for commendation presentations. I'd be remiss, however, if you didn't give me just a moment more of your time, so that El-Tee Vandenberg's recommendation can be carried through." There's a drawer at the top of the desk loaded for just this purpose, everything having been requisitioned and prepared ahead of time.

Here, Madilyn opens it up, and pulls out a small metal case. "She also recommended you for the Colonial Medal of Bravery, and I happily agreed." Behind the desk, she stands and opens the case to show off the medal inside.

Mathers doesn't have to even shift his eyes down to look at the medal. He knows what it looks like, what it stands for, and how much it is coveted. His hand rises, poised at his brow line in a neat and tidy salute. "It is both an honor and a privilege to serve you and my fleet, sir."

"I like to think of it more as a commendation for…doing your part to preserve the species, at this point." Madilyn finds it hard to contain a smile, even as she returns the salute. When she snaps the salute, she holds her hand out for a firm hand shake. "Congratulations, Captain."

Mathers snaps the salute off crisply, but as the hand is offered, he accepts it warmly. His hand slips into hers, giving it a firm but friendly shake. "And it's a job I don't take lightly. Thank you again, Major."

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