#47 Meeting

Posted on Tue Apr 19th, 2022 @ 9:00pm by Captain Sean Silk & Captain Alesha Rivers

Mission: Weapon Investigating
Location: Marine CO's Office
Timeline: Current

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Alesha had seen a missive come in that the major was gone again and Jackson was still off the ship. The missive went on to read that Second Lieutenant Sean Silk had been appointed at acting marine co by the commodore. While Alesha knew who he was they'd never met. Downloading the latest reports from the fighter wing Rivers headed out to meet Silk. She paused long enough to watch the marines as they went through their training and nodded the pilots were there too. That's the one thing she stressed with her pilots that they train with the rest of the marines. Heading on her way Alesha arrived at the CO's office and palmed the chime to away permission to enter.

Silk was inside the Marine CO's office, looking over personnel assignments and duties. What in the blue fuck was going on here? (Apologies for language, but realism is realism. Especially for a United States Marine, lol).

The door chime sounded, and since he was already standing and near the coffee machine, Sean looked over at his door. "Come in."

Aleaha walked into the Marine CO's office and saluted "First Lieutenant Rivers reporting in."

Silk was casually pouring himself a cup of marine grade java. "Really? First L-T, ey? Glad to meet you, Lieutenant. 2nd Lieutenant Sean Silk, acting marine CO. Is there a reason why you're taking up my time, marine?"

"I'm taking up your time because I received the missive that the commodore has appointed you acting Marine CO and I figured it was time we met," Alesha said "I'm the wing commander."

While he had spoken, and she responded, Silk had poured a cup of black coffee, then took it up as she spoke. He offered the unclaimed thermomug of coffee to this Lt. Rivers. "Coffee. If you don't drink Earth coffee, you're not a Marine." He gave a grin as he blew on his coffee before sipping the hot liquid. "But, since you're the fighter commander, I can overlook your lack of training, Rivers."

Alesha took the offered thermomug and took a sip "Dad's been to Earth got mum hooked on Eearth coffee. I am puzzled as to what lack of training regarding me your overlooking? If I'm doing something wrong please tell me."

Silk grinned around another sip before responding. "I'm a grunt. You're a fighter jock. No matter how hard I scrub, Rivers, I always see the blood on my hands. Mud and blood, the Marine way of life. We give of ourselves so that the innocent can live free. My poor choice in humor was in reference to you being a fighter pilot, not a ground-pounder."

"Then with all respect sir you don't know me, yes I'm a fighter pilot but I'm also well versed on ground and hand to hand combat. I've done it and if need me I'd do it again," Alesha said "I've eaten my share of mud and have fought alongside others until I thought I'd drop with exhaustion and kept on going. I may be young, I'm not afraid to fight and will do so if needed," Alesha replied.

Silk's head tilted slightly. "You just missed my point. I didn't mean you personally. I meant the fighter jocks in general. Sure, they have combat training but not to the level to be considered a viable fighting force while on the surface. In space, I'm sure they could fly circles around my own piloting. The average pilot has no clue what it's like on the ground when the ordinance they drop wipes out whole sections of turf, forests and cities. They normally don't have to collect and catalog every dead body. Too often those who serve in the SFMC, and those in Security are tasked with that duty to aid medical." He gave a crooked grin. "I did use the word 'humor' to explain my piss-poor choice of words. I was trying to be funny, I failed." He gave an objective shrug. "That's on me, Alesha."

"My apologies as well, If you'll go look at the marines as they train you will see the fighter pilots there too. That's one thing I insist on. Granted most fighter jocks are just that jocks who thing because we;re pilots that we can just sit back and do nothing. I don't believe in that. After all what happens should we be crippled or shot down and we don't know how to fight or defend ourselves," Alesha said as she handed him her report "This is the latest report on what we've been doing. If you need or want anything changed please tell me. I may not have been through Starfleet Marines but I've been grilled heavily by General Long. She's made sure I've earned the right to be here. And if I lack something I want you to tell me."

Sean gave a nod and grin. "I haven't gotten that far in my reading considering I have only recently taken over. But, that is good to hear. I want to know--need to know--that any soldier around me can handle the pressure of combat and not get others killed. Me, I'll die in battle. As Patton said; the last round, from the last battle, in the last war." He chuckled.

"As will I, I'll not leave anyone behind, no matter what. Everyone comes home," Alesha said "I'll defend anyone aboard this ship, with my life it comes to that. I should also tell you I have my own fighter aboard it was a gift from my dad, it's Amazon and it will cloak. I don't use it unless ordered to, same with the cloak as I know the treaty that the Federation has."

"The Treaty of Algernon," said Silk, with a tone that was neutral on whether or not he agreed, or disagreed with it. "Guess the Romulans don't want us to have the same advantages the Klingons enjoy. Too many species with the same toys. Anyway, I digress. Once I get completely settled then we can talk more about combined missions."

"I'd like that and as for the cloak, once my planet was freed from the Romulan Occupation we were given the schematics for a cloak. It's not Romulan, we had the schematics and the higher ups modified it," Alesha responded "I think sir our two departments will work nicely together. If you have any one who you'd like to cross train to pilot a fighter send them my way. And I'll do the same with the fighter wing."

Silk nodded as he looked her in the eye. "I'm sure there might be a few. But, let me get settled a little more and read through all these logs of Hurd's. I have to know which marines deserve my boot in their ass, and which don't. We need sharp tools--razors--defending the Amandora and the Federation." He shook her hand. "We'll definitely catch up later."

"I look forward to it," Alesha said "Just let me know, I'm at your disposal."

Silk watched her leave, and as she did so he glanced at her assets. Not bad. Shaking his head to get back on point Sean turned and began to access the personnel files for this load of jarines.

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