Fly the Flag, sir
Fly the Flag, sir
Summary: Reed finds Fots in the Ready Room after the Virgon Ammo raid, a brief exchange happens
Date: 66 ACH
Related Logs: Smash and Grab logs

Ready Room Genesis - Deck 11
66 ACH 23817 Souls

The Ready Room is for pilots to get their assignments for the daily CAP. Rows of seating line six deep and back to the wall. At the front of the room there is a whiteboard, star maps and a podium for the CAG or Squadron Leaders to address the room. The flags of the colonies stand along the starboard wall as well as plaques of recognition. One plaque stands above those who have lost their lives and reads:
Captain Ide 'Screamer' Kolis
May he rest in peace among the stars.
So Say We All.
'Star Screamers' - Fighting 58th

----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-
Contents: Fotilas Reed Kill Board Training Log Wireless 1244

Exits: [O] Corridor

The Colonel is sitting at the front of the room on a table that he used earlier for presenting photo recon. The room's lights aren't off, but they're down low. He's just alone with his thoughts for the moment, looking at the empty seats in front of him. Eyes travel over the invisible faces he saw earlier, the man solemn right now.

Reed comes into the Ready Room, looking around. He smiles faintly, handheld computer in his hand. As he sees the XO, he watches him for a moment, then speaks into the silence, "Congratulations, sir. Mission Accomplished, and with considerable gain for us."

Fotilas turns his attention to the incoming Major as the man enters and smiles. The XO dips his head. "Thank you, but I think we best show our appreciation to the men and women who made it possible." The man's face turns up towards a smile. Barely. "Its easy to think of ideas. The true professionals have to execute them." He pauses for a moment, still in black Marine fatigues. He was probably ready to go down to the surface on his own. "Did medical get everything they had hoped for?"

Reed tilts his head to the side, "Mostly from what I'm hearing. They had to bug out early, before they could strip out the hospital completely." He shrugs, "Details I don't have, sir. Hera was flying a patrol pattern around the Fleet, Anchoring the CAP." He moves from the wall, "But.. I can't say I agree with you completely, sir. It's not easy to think of ideas. It's not easy to hammer out a tactical plan. Not to belittle the troops work at all, sir, but this was your idea. Your plan, and it worked."

"Well, something is better than nothing." Fotilas keeps his voice low, but pleased. Not the normal man to be found in CIC or sitting by the Commander at a DH meeting. Quiet. "Heh, thanks Reed. Its not easy, no. Thank you for the kind words, though. I just prefer to be down in the thick of it. My position seems to dictate otherwise now.. which is unfortunate. Any word on casualties, yet?"

Reed nods, "Private Howes. From the AAR I received, he's the only loss." He puts away his computer, and looks at Fotilas, "Which is a very good report." He considers. "Yes, it's not our place to be in the thick of it. Not unless it's absolutely necessary. When the time comes, we have to be symbols for the troops, more than a fellow warrior."

There's a solemn nod from the XO. He doesn't take it personally, it seems. Though each loss kicks in its own way. "Of course, you're right. Doesn't mean that we can't wish it were otherwise sometimes." There's a heavy sigh from the man as he lifts himself off the table to stand. "But I guess all things considered, we should be glad. I think I'm gonna go celebrate and have a drink, though. Think about what I'm going to do with all that ammunition." He pops his brow a few times at Reed before stepping off towards the hatch. "Have a good evening, Major."

Reed lifts a hand to his nose, scratching, "May I offer a suggestion, Sir?"

Fotilas stops on his way out and turns to the Major. "Of course. Always. What's on your mind?"

Reed turns, "Change into your Blues. Go to Sickbay, go to the Nest, go to the Hole, seek out the teams who participated in the Op. Pass a few words to them, tell them how well they did. Fly the Flag for them, sir. Show them that now that they're back, and things are back to Condition three, that they've gained approval." He shrugs, "If I may, sir, don't just retreat into your quarters with a bottle. It'll mean something to them, sir."

Fots considers the words for a few moments before shaking his head. A hand lifts th run through his hair, flecks of grey appearing where they hadn't been when the two first met. "Of course. That's pretty irresponsible of me." He shakes his head and looks to Reed. "Thanks, Carter. I'll do that."

Reed inclines his head, nodding, "Thank you for your time, sir."

Fotilas leaves for Corridor 11D [O].
Fotilas has left.

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