| Meeting the MaA |
| Summary: | Demos reports in, meets the MaA, discusses a civvi and gets an assignment. Woot. |
| Date: | 12 Feb 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Many Meetings on the Deck, Paperwork |
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Security Hub - Deck 6 - Battlestar Cerberus
More than just an office for the Marines and their XO, this room has remote surveillance views of the Brigs as well as a state of the art communications center built into the far bulkhead. A locked and heavily armored door to the aft leads into another room, the white lettering on it reading 'ARMORY.' There are a few desks scattered around the room for getting necessary paperwork done and the Commandant's picture hangs on the wall next to one of the President.
Condition Level: 3 - All Clear
The security hub is not particularly busy. The desk clerk is there, and Barclay is refilling coffee while reading through a file - multitasking in a manner. Coffee plus papers - it's how people often see him and some might think he's distracted and doesn't notice things because of it.
The door to the security office opens and Demos steps in. She is crisp this morning, though not what one would call chipper. Stepping over to the desk clerk, she signs in, "Good morning. Is the MAA in?" She could probably look for herself, but each ship has different protocols and she is trying not to screw up.
The desk clerk looks up. "Morning, Sergeant," he greets, friendly enough. He then gestures over at Barclay who's right near. "That's him."
Barclay's looking up slowly, having been on his way to the office, but hearing that he's looked for. He turns and looks curiously at Demos, nodding at her. "That's me, Sergeant." He has a raspy but not unpleasant voice and doesn't raise it high; no stereotype yelling sergeant, this. "What's the errand?" he asks simply, followed up with a small smile as he fills up a mug of coffee for her and hands it over. Apparently he's not uppity either.
Turning as she hears Barclay's reply, she manages to include a smile of thanks to the desk clerk. The coffee is a surprise, albeit a welcome one, "Oh, thanks." Lifting the mug, she takes a quick sip and it is clear that she enjoys the brew. Finally, she lowers the mug, "Two things, really. I wanted to officially report for duty and see if you had gotten the report on Mr. Nikias Makaed?"
"Right…" Barclay says, rifling through those papers he's holding. "I got it right here, in fact." He looks back at the other M, raising an eyebrow at her. "Looks like you handled that according to routine." He looks expectant at her as if waiting for her to come up with some sort of problem around that.
Demos sips the coffee again then smiles, "Thanks. I wanted to be sure that I didn't forget anything. We had a fair number of visitors like that at my last posting. Usually brought in by some civvi concern that thought they were above following protocol." She shrugs, then extends a hand, "Oh, sorry. Sergeant Phaedra Demos. Just arrived aboard yesterday."
Barclay chuckles a little - oh yes, he knows just what she's talking about. Accepting her hand, his hand is calloused and the handshake as firm as can be expected from an old marine. "Master sergeant James A. Barclay," he introduces himself. Accent? Aerilon, but rather washed out from years away from his home planet. "Welcome on board - although since I've only been here for aweek myself I'm not sure I can be a proper welcoming committee. I did see your name in the personnel files - glad to have you on the team. "
Demos's grip is firm enough with the expected callouses in place. Her accent is cultured though also muted. It could be from nearly anywhere, though there are leanings toward Libran. "Pleasure to meet you, Master Sergeant. And thanks. I am glad to be here. She's a good ship from what I've seen. Though I have not been on one that is so new… It is kind of exciting."
"Brand spanking new and with all that which it entails," the MaA responds, taking a sip of coffee and squinting curiously at her. "And we've been having lots of work. With civilians mingled in all over the place, the MPs are kept on their toes," he notes wryly. "Right now we've got a prisoner, a civilian who works for a contractor, who we suspect might have tampered with an airlock somewhere. A team under Staff Sergeant Reuben Maraz is working with engineering on finding out what. He's got some demolition experts with him." This is said somewhat grimly. "There's a video of an interview I did with her - have a look at it and see if you can glean something from that? You'll work with Maraz on this anyway - get in touch with him, I'll send him a missive."
Demos nods, her smile fading, "Already? Sorry to hear that." Another sip of coffee and she leans against an empty desk, one hip slightly shifted for comfort's sake, "Alright. I will see what I can gather. Maraz? I will get with him at his earliest. As I am new, I don't have other assignments at present." After a moment, she smiles a little, "Thank you, by the way. Even with the grim implications, this should be interesting. Uh… If it is not out of tern, what is Maraz like? Is investigation a specialty of his? Oh, I'm decent with demolitions as well. Probably not as good as his specialist, though.”
"I'm assuming that with his rank, he's good enough for the job. I'm coordinating and I expect regular reports - but I got to be able to trust my people to do their job," Barclay says congenially, giving Demos a grin. Despite the worrisome problem with that civilian, he's not worked up over it. Like there's no reason to worry till there is a reason. He then gestures over at the little office. "That's my office, and if you ever need to talk about anything - look me up. Be that professionally or if you got a problem with how things are working out. Got to get a good team running, Sergeant."
Demos nods, "Oh, I'm sure he is. Didn't mean to imply otherwise, Master Sergeant. Truly." While her words might imply a bit of tension or uncertainty, she manages to still look as cool as a cucumber. Glancing toward the indicated office, she smiles and inclines her head, "Ah, wonderful. Thank you again." Rising, she finishes off the coffee, then looks a bit sheepishly into the mug. "Um. Well, that was not too bright." Looking up again, her smile is a bit self-deprecating, "I was intending to see what my schedule would be. See if I have rack time coming soon." After the all-nighter in front of the door to the guest quarters, "But, now I'm awake. I think I'll take a look at that vid, if it can be queued somewhere quiet?"
Barclay stands up straight and nods at her at that. "Use my office," he suggests, gesturing for her to join him as he heads on in there. "I'll set the feed up for you."
Demos moves to the door and slips inside, "Thanks, Master Sergeant. I appreciate the courtesy." She smiles at the man quickly, then settles in to view the feed.