PHD #442: Quartermastering
Summary: Lunair decides to make a change in career paths.
Date: 14 May 2042 AE
Related Logs: None
Lunair Madilyn 
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: #442

Lunair has been meaning to visit Madilyn for awhile. She is in her off duty greens. She smiles politely at those at their desks, greeting the Marine who meets people at the doorway. She has a scarf on over her regrowing hair. It's still lopsided and awkward, but coming back slowly and surely. She reflexively glances to the coffee pots and heads towards the CO's desk.

"I don't believe that head wear is regulation, Ell-Tee," Madilyn calls to the woman entering the office. It's almost prescient the way she calls that out without even seeming to look up from the desk. Gemenon papers litter the entire surface, with more than a few of them stained by multiple ringed coffee-cup marks. "That being said, I think we can continue to make an exception," she adds while looking up with a bit of an exasperated smile.

Whoops. Lunair looks guilty. She laughs softly and blushes. With that, the LT pulls her headscarf off. "For now, I'd feel bad breaking the rules in the office," She smiles politely, near the desk. "How are you sir? Do you need some coffee?" She offers politely. She seems a bit nervous, almost shy.

"No, thank you. I've had enough for the day, I think. For a lifetime, even." For the moment, the Gemenon paperwork is forgotten. "You put in a request a few days ago. I bet you thought I forgot about it in all the preparation for this operation, hm?" Madilyn twirls the pen she was holding in her fingers and leans back in the chair, the rules being bent around here more frequently in that her hair isn't in the usual tight bun but rather in a single ponytail.

A faint, almost sad smile at that. She shakes her head. "Not at all sir. I - which one?" She looks confused a moment. She pauses and pulls her sleeve of postits. Oh dear. Help … MPs … Marko … suite. Well, at least she's got LESS notes than usual? Lunair looks to Madilyn and pauses. A ponytail. "I'm glad to see you, request or no request sir." Perhaps the misadventures with Kepner have left her with a better appreciation of her fellow Marines. "So no worries. I imagine it's an intense operation."

"Your request for transfer to the headquarters company and work as the S Four. The others are less my concern, being more logistical in nature. For what it's worth, I've got no personal problem letting you and your husband have a suite, so long as it doesn't affect performance. Unfortunately, he's in another department, and my okay won't apply to him." Madilyn gives a helpless shrug to that, having laid down her opinion on the matter. "If you want to find private time there when you're not on duty…"

"The CAG actually gave her blessing, but we did not feel proper only asking one of you," Lunair replies quietly. She smiles faintly. "We did promise not to end up with kids just yet. My affinity for head wounds would be … difficult," She nods. Explaining why Mom has another scarf on could get awkward after the 10th time, right? Lunair accepts i though. "I understand sir. And I appreciate it."

"Are you still interested in working as the company quartermaster, then? You can either remain in your position as platoon commander of C company and serve as the S Four, or you could officially take up training for the military police. The S Four position is independent of serving as an Em Pee…and is one that I'm fairly familiar with." Though, it has been years, obviously!

Lunair pauses. She looks thoughtful. She tilts her head. She smiles perhaps, at the idea of Madilyn as an LT. She nods. She considers it. "Both sound nice, though I will admit I am concerned about helping the MPs. But …" Would there be another platoon leader for them? She is torn, for sure. For once, it shows on her face. "Hm. It's a tough decision sir. It seems like the MPs could use a hand but would there be someone to take my place?"

"There are other marine rifles that could be assigned to the role, of course. More and more the duties are overlapping anyway; it's just a matter of official training that separates the two anymore. The decision is yours alone to make, but filling the role of the company quartermaster means you'll be helping everyone in your own way. I hear that marines are pretty fond of their equipment load out and ammunition for the daily duties and other missions, afterall!"

Lunair nods at that. "True sir," She smiles faintly. "I suspect it's best I help out with the MPs then. I've seen how busy they have been," She replies. "And aye, that they are sir." She seems to agree. "I would be honored to be allowed to."

Madilyn nods, and roots through some of the folders on her desk to find the one she wants. Eventually, she digs it out: the one with all the personnel files, transfer requests, and the like. "Very well then. Approved." The correct form is pulled out, complete with signatures and stamps as needed, approving the reassignment to the company quartermaster position.

"Thank you sir," Lunair smiles. She looks genuinely pleased. "I'm very grateful." She looks to be at a loss for words as well. "That was all I had, other than I am glad to see people well. Or at least close to it. I wish your operation all the best sir," She nods solemnly.

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