Forged in Command

Posted on Sunday March 22, 2026 @ 11:05pm by Commander Amos Wythe & Petty Officer, 1st Class Nathan Polinar & Colonel Jeksenri

943 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: M1 - Boxed In
Location: Battlestar Pacifica | Scorpion Shipyard, Repair Dock 8

Amos stood on the CIC holding a octogonal clipboard with pages on it with the most recent repair reports on it. He had been in command of the Pacifica for almost a month, and repairs have been going fairly smoothly. Their compliment of vipers have been replaced or repaired, munitions replenished, and crew reassigned to fill in the gaps. It was a lot to manage. He was only an XO for two years before the sudden take over of command, but with the war and shortage in command level officers, the need to quick promotions was needed.

A young man in enlisted greens approached the table and held out a slip of paper, "Commander, command just sent this." Petty Officer Nathan Polinar said as Amos took the paper. It was the transfer of the Pacifica's new XO.

"Thank you Petty Officer." Amos said to the communications officer.

"Also sir. The dockmaster just sent a comms up that the new Marine contingent came aboard. Their commander is on his way to the CIC."

Amos looked at him. "Thank you." More marines to blast the fraking toasters. They were all trained to shoot, but nothing could beat a marine behind the barrel of a gun. Just don't put them in the cockpit of a ship or behind the console in the CIC.

The Battalion had come aboard Pacifica without incident. 4 years into what seems like a never ending war, 8 tours as a Battalion under the Colonel Jeksenri had hardened them into a disiplined fighting unit. Their tour here aboard Pacifica would be as an embarked Marine Expeditionary Unit would be a change of pace from the front lines on Lebron, Leonis and Tuaron where the Cylons had been hitting them hard.

Jeksenri tied back his hair as he headed for the lift to the Combat Information Center. His thick dreadlocks were regulation based on his heritage as a Tuaron and grandfathered in from his time in the Caprican Military before the unification of the Twelve Colonies. Jeksenri would say one thing about the Cylons, they had united the colonies of mankind in a way that hadn’t been achieved before. That was his thoughts as the lift opened onto the main deck housing the Pacifica’s Combat Information Center, Core Control. This was about the only occasion where he would wear his blue dress uniform. His strightened his jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles before he nodded to the two sentries already standing duty at the entry hatch. Both nodded before one of them spun the door lock and opened the heavy door to allow him admittance.

Jeksenri took a deep breath and step through.

The CIC was alive with activity. Technichians installing systems and local control computers. Welding panels and bulkheads. The sounds of the DRADIS filling the cavernous space where in the middle of the CIC was a massive plotting table where Jeksenri assumed, the Commander of the Battlestar was standing. He approached passing several crewmen who saluted him before he stopped and stood to attention with a crisp snap of his boots on the deck.

“Sir? Colonel Jeksenri, 1st Battalion, 105th Division, 1st MEU, Reporting for Duty!” He greeted as he snapped a salute to his new commander.

"At ease Colonel." Commander Wythe said laying down the clipboard and look at the maine that stood before him. The communications officer was still standing next to him, who had snapped to attention at the same time as the Colonel. "You too, Petty Officer. Resume your station."

"Yes Commander." Nathan said taking his headset from his neck and replacing it back over his head and moving back to the communications station.

"Colonel, I am assuming your marines arrived without incident." Amos said shuffling the clipboard off to the side.

Jeksenri nodded as he stood at ease. "Yes, Sir. My marines are being billeted as we speak. I should have a duty roster to you within 48 hours once we're fully settled in."

"Good." Amos said as he flipped through the clipboard and pulled a few pieces a paper from it and handed it to the colonel. "Here are the areas that I require constant marine security rotations."

"I'll send it up to Marine country. This shouldn't be an issue accommodating this deployment." Jeksenri nodded as he looked over the papers.

Nodding, Amos looked the marine up and down. Dressed like a marine for sure. More prim and propper than a naval officer, "Anything that the marine need Colonel? Before we depart? Repairs are almost complete and we will leave."

Jeksenri handed over a file folder with requisitions and paperwork.

"Catalog of Small Arms and relevant ordinance. Requisitions for what we're low on. Whatever the station has on hand will be fine. I don't suspect much small arm shooting save for training unless we deploy out to the front. There is also a draft schedule of drills in there for mock boarding actions, Visit Board Search and Seizure Ops Training, all collated for your signature, Commander." Jeksenri spoke with a nod of the head.

Amos took the folder and glanced at it, "Thank you Colonel." He said as he closed it and added it to pile. "I will put in for those requisitions before we depart. I am sure they will have something for us. Anything else that you need from me Colonel?"

"Not at this time, Commander." Jeksenri said as he puts his hands behind his back.

"Then I look forward to serving with you Colonel." Amos said. "Prepare your troops for departure."

Jeksenri stood to attention again. "Aye, Sir." He replied before he turned on his heels and departed the CIC.

 

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