Summary: Salin gets butt chewed by Regas. Pays a visit to Marine Country
Date: 38 ACH
Related Logs: Regas Butt Chewing Logs

Marine Offices Genesis - Deck 14
38 ACH 6285 Souls

This room serves as an all-purpose command post for the Genesis detachment of the Colonial Marines, and is manned round-the-clock by HQ staff. Drab desks, replete with office supplies, computer terminals, and headsets take up the majority of the space. White boards with hasty scribbles denoting the day's duty shifts dominate an entire wall. There's a small arms locker at the far corner of the room, furthest away from the hatch, blending into a row of filing cabinets. A wireless panel is close to the hatch, sitting below a draped Colonial Marines flag.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-
Contents: Gaelan Salin Shem Kill Board Whiteboard Wireless 1291

Exits: [O] Corridor

Gaelan glances towards the Desk Sergeant and quickly comments, "Get me Sergeant Farkas in here, Sergeant." The Desk Sergeant looks up and nods quickly before standing to head towards the wireless. Gaelan looks towards Shem and says, "You have the point on this, I will just be an observer and offer my opinion as you see fit. He is your man after all." Currently Gaelan and Shem are sitting at the Lieutenant's desk in a discussion.

Shem seems taken aback by Gaelan's reply. "Yes, sir. Do you want to do it here?"

After having knocked and been granted entry, the doorway to the Marine Offices is opened and Salin slips inside. Once within, the door is closed behind him and he's taking but a moment to look around. When his gaze falls upon both Shem and Gaelan, he's angling to move towards them, "Excellent. Both individuals that I need to speak with."

Gaelan glances up as the door opens. Noticing the Major entering he rises slightly from his seat, "Major Altair. Interesting to see you, please come and join us. We just were talking about our Sheriff situation." Motioning to an available chair near the Lieutenant's desk, "Have a seat."

Shem stands, tugging his left sleeve down reflexively, and salutes quickly. He retakes his seat.

There's a simple nod of his head towards Shem and then back over towards Gaelan before Salin moves to claim a seat. Bringing his hands to clasp in his lap, he lets his gaze shift between the two men, "At the moment, the Sheriff situation does not concern me." There's a pause and he's settling his gaze back on Gaelan, "I've just had the most interesting conversation with Commander Regas."

Gaelan leans back in the chair as he slides his leg back across the other at the knee, "I figured this conversation would happen. Especially after my passionate discussion with the Commander the other day." Looking towards Major Altair more directly, "So where would you like to start?"

Shem lifts his eyebrows. He seems none the wiser.

Salin leans forward ever so slightly, settling his arms on his knee's as he keeps his eyes focused on Gaelan for the moment. Then, he's looking over towards Shem and then back again, "The Commander would like to know why the Military Police never requested nor bothered to investigate the Raptor that Ms. Kyrios and the six other individuals arrived in. Rather, it's been sitting on his hanger deck, being cannabilized for parts and effectively removing any chance that any useful information will be found within it."

Gaelan watches the Major quietly a moment, "Well I am sure there are numerous reasons. The main one being the fact that we were concentrating on a treasonous group of Marines and conducting high level attack missions at the Commanders orders. I only have so many resources available to do everything, Major. When I have boots on the ground in combat, I don't have a strong rotation of sentries to free up my MPs for investigations. As for the parts being stripped off that Raptor, that's a discussion you need to have with the Engineers rebuilding the birds being shot up." Shifting slowy he doesn't break his gaze with the JAG officer as he adds, "As for the prisoners, there appears to be only one left which Lieutenant Shem filed a report about that investigation so now we are waiting on your office to assess the information provided."

"I'm sorry, sirs, there must've been some kind of misunderstanding," Shem answers, his eyebrows furrowed. "I have a forensics report from the Raptor that pretty much corroborates what the guards told me."

Salin shifts his attention towards Shem, his eyebrow lifting slightly, "Then it would appear that there was, especially if JAG and your Commander weren't aware of this particular piece of information. Please, Lieutenant, ensure that it is forwarded to my office, immediately." Then, his attention returns back to Gaelan and he's canting his head ever so slightly to the side, "I would suggest then, Major, that your MP's focus on more serious investigations and sideline the the minor ones. JAG will be dealing with Ms. Kryios and issuing her sentence later this afternoon, where she will be escorted back to the Carina. As for the prisoners, I am aware of how many are left. After all, I was the one who informed Lieutenant Shem that no charges would be necessary against the others." He's leaning back then, hands resettling in his lap, "Secondly, Major. Please do not tell the Commander that JAG is unavailable, especially since the day before you spoke to my partner and to the fact that you've not sent a memo our way, requesting to meet with us." He's beginning to rise then, hands moving to clasp behind his back as he looks between the two, "You'll both receive copies of the memo in regards to Ms. Kyrios, later this afternoon."

Gaelan passes a glance to Shem then back towards Salin, "With all due respects, Major do not tell me how to run my MPs or my Marines. They are focused on the more serious investigations but we tend to keep our hands full with maintaining /all/ the laws of the Fleet. Not just the ones we find convenient to acknowledge." As the Major rises, Gaelan does as well as he adds, "Last time I checked Major, you were assigned to the Battlestar Genesis and you have all but abandoned your posting here to work on the Carina. So in all essence your offices are not available to us as we need them. While I know your efforts are to help the civilians get established, we are at war and the military is the priority. As for my discussion with Captain Isabeau it was on a seperate matter than the ones at hand. I have an excellent Lieutenant who is handling the S2 duties with absolute accuracy based on his need to play catchup on all open investigations. If you have further concerns about our investigations, then I suggest the JAG issue a report requesting a status update of any of their open investigations." Folding his arms behind his back he watches the Major a moment, "Now if you don't mind Major, I have some matters I need to discuss with my Lieutenant."

Shem keeps quiet. He stands and shoots off another salute, although his expression toward Salin is negative.

Salin doesn't immediately turn, rather he simply settles his gaze intently on Gaelan, "Wrong, Major. JAG is tasked with not only Military Law, but Civilian Law. /That/ is our mandate and as such, it requires us to rotate between the Carina and the Genesis, and formly, the PAS." He's pausing slightly, hands clenching slightly behind his back, "And no, I will not request status updates, Major. JAG is here to ensure that the rules and regulations of the CCMJ as well as our laws are being followed. Your Police are here to enforce them. Active investigations of serious nature, such as murder, are outside your pervue of conviening authority. As such, remind your Police that JAG is required to be involvd. Otherwise, you risk compromising each and every investigation by failing to uphold the rights of the accused." Shem is entirely disregarded for the moment, "And choose your words carefully, Major, for you tred dangerously close to accusing me of desertion. And that's one route that you don't want to walk. For the record, since you seem to be unable to get your facts straight, I've spent two out of seven days in the office on the Carina. If you are unable to locate me, perhaps it is because you are simply not trying hard enough." He lifts a hand from behind his back, moving over towards the wireless, "Those are marvelous pieces of technology, Major. I hear they work quite well." Salin is then offering a slight nod to Gaelan, followed by another to Shem, before he's turning to walk out of the offices.

Gaelan eyes watch the Major as his brow stitches together, "I will keep that in mind when I am being shot at in a radio silence environment, Major. Best of luck in your paperwork." Gaelan doesn't move from the Lieutenants desk as he waits patiently on him to vacate.

Shem retakes his seat and looks off to the side. Awwwkward.

You head towards Corridor 14D.

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