Not all females are cry babies. lol
Nor are they Final Fantasy nerds. Nice avatar.
Case Study: Sun Tzu, III/31
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Nor are they Final Fantasy nerds. Nice avatar.
dirtmover
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LOL that's true just got done playing XIII and now working on 2. Lightining is pretty awesome for someone having pink hair.
Yes, there's a reason for the cliche "Don't shit where you sleep"
Good points. I may not have expressed mine very well. I'm not worried about the direct effects between Criss and Rollins. They're both grown ups and I'm sure they can handle themselves just fine. My concern is for the secondary effects on the rest of the unit, especially in the case of a bad breakup. Different units, fine... Same unit, trouble waiting to happen. A Group's Headquarters element (usually HHC and MID) is closer than first glance would tell you. It's a small community and everyone knows and works with everyone. Any rivalries, discontent or just plain negative vibes are quickly public knowledge. Frankly, I know considerably more about the people that I worked with at Group than I know about people that work with me day to day in my civilian side or the people that live in my neighborhood. And that is in a situation with much more limited contact than Active Duty. I just got out of the National Guard, one weekend a month and two weeks out of the year (plus deployments). If you think for a second that rumor control won't have that relationship and everyone aware of it before it even happens, you'd be sorely mistaken.
I still say that, even if they were both Captains, as long as they are in the same unit, there are too many things that can go wrong to make it worth the risk. For Faith, the risk can be mitigated by simply letting Criss know that he would prefer if Criss left Rollins alone. Then he has the cover and can legitimately and honestly say that he told Criss that he didn't approve. That takes Faith out of the immediate blast and allows him to focus on fixing any unanticipated second order effects that come out of the relationship, however brief.
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The bottom line of this in my view, is as the MID Comdr, it is Capt Faiths duty to make sure they don't hook up if Chief Rollins comes on board. It would become unit knowledge within hours and in my view compromise either or person involved.. As Capt Criss is an Officer, and ended up acting C/O while Capt Faith was away and a disagreement ensued between an NCO and the Chief,.. it could cause a lot of friction.
Over here it happens at a very rare occasion, (I only know of one, A Female Army Sgt and Navy Lt) but both parties cannot be in the same unit.
Over here it happens at a very rare occasion, (I only know of one, A Female Army Sgt and Navy Lt) but both parties cannot be in the same unit.
Since I am prescient (That means 'know the future' for those of you who have been dropped on your heads and/or don't read enough), I see Simon failing in his quest and Rollins falling for an 18Z...
School starts back on Monday. This is my last semester and I'm going to be a little busy. This one HAS to be wrapped up by Sunday night.
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True to her word, Rollins cleared Division in one day, which in Faith’s opinion had to be some kind of record. They give you a week for a reason. At any rate, she was at PT that next morning. Today was long distance run day, which was easily Faith’s least-favorite PT activity. He disliked it even more when people tried to chat with him while he ran. Like Chief Rollins was doing right now.
“Hi sir!” she said cheerfully. “Mind if I run with you for a while?” If Faith could have talked, he would have explained to her in no uncertain terms that she could not, in fact, run with him a while. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Rollins, it wasn’t even that he didn’t want company on the run. He just didn’t want company that would be talking to him on the run. It was all Faith could do just to muster enough breath to keep up his speed, he had nothing left for conversation and was greatly annoyed by those who did. Faith glanced over at her but said nothing, hoping that would be a cue to her to move along. It didn’t work.
“So I hear that there is a big re-inspection of the SCIF coming up,” she began. Faith nodded. “Well, I was thinking that it kind of makes sense for me to be in charge of it.” Faith said nothing, so she continued: “Because, you know, it’s kind of what I did over at Division, the inspections. And I know all the inspectors, what they’re looking for, and what needs to be done the right way. I could have that whole SCIF straightened out in… a week. Ten days tops. What do you think?” Faith considered what she said. Maybe it was just the PT-induced pain talking, but it made a lot of sense. Faith looked at her and nodded. “Great! I’ll get started right after breakfast!” Faith nodded again and waved her on. She took off and was soon out of sight amongst the turns in the road and the trees in the woods.
It did make a lot of sense to put Rollins in charge. She seemed to know what she was doing, plus she was motivated, which was always important. But this was a very important gig, Faith’s first real test as the MID commander. He wondered if putting someone new to the Group, truthfully an unknown quantity, in charge of something so big was really a good idea. If the Group failed to pass this re-inspection… well, Faith didn’t know what might happen, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.
She passes, he gets congratulated and the 18's notice she can run as fast as they can (plus she has boobs).
ODAs start spending lots of time in the SCIF doing "area studies" and thinking about "undulating terrain".
ODAs start spending lots of time in the SCIF doing "area studies" and thinking about "undulating terrain".
The only good thing about a chick that runs faster than you do is at least you can enjoy the scenery while you run.
Yes, I went there.
Yes, I went there.
Faith hated running, but he always felt a sense of accomplishment once it was over. He wasn’t a great runner, never was and probably never would be. But he was sufficient. Six miles at a little over seven minutes a mile wasn’t going to break any records, especially not in a Special Forces Group, but it was well under the 8-minutes-per-mile standard. That was good enough, for now.
After PT, Faith made his way over to the old jailhouse where the MID was located. At first he hated the location; it was rundown and even rusty in places, but it had its own charm. For one thing, the showers had enormous water pressure and a seemingly-unending supply of hot water. The nozzles were also overhead; this meant Faith didn’t have to bend over to wash his hair or the top part of his body. In many locations, including his own house, the showerheads came out of a side wall and would put out an anemic stream of lukewarm water at about chest level, or “nametag defilade.” Faith hated that.
In some ways it was also nice to be separated from the Group. There were no sergeants major lurking around, and they could do pretty much whatever they wanted with the place. Communications were a bit a problem, but that could be solved.
Faith dressed in the office he shared with his detachment sergeant, MSG Marion. Faith was still unsure of what to think about the man. Many, many people had warned him about Marion over the last couple of days. Criticisms of him ranged from the ridiculous “He’s a dirty, nasty leg!” to the relevant “He is very, very hard to get along with.” But Faith sensed that there was something about the man, something positive. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.
“Something on your mind, sir?” MSG Marion inquired. He had the low, gravelly voice of someone who smoked heavily and had done a lot of shouting over his life.
“I’m thinking about the inspection,” Faith said. “Chief Rollins asked to be put in charge of it.”
“Makes sense,” the master sergeant replied.
“Yeah, but it’s kind of a big deal, maybe even a make-or-break thing for the MID’s credibility under this new arrangement between us and the Group S2 shop. And if the Group fails the re-inspection…”
“…things will be pretty bad for all of us,” Marion finished for him. “Well, do you trust her?”
“I guess so,” Faith replied. “Yeah, I trust her,” he said more emphatically.
“Then let her run with it. You’ve got some good NCOs down there,” Marion informed him, “They won’t let her, or you, fail. Besides, you’ve got a whole lot more things going on than just this re-inspection.”
“Like what?” Faith asked, genuinely curious.
“Like your change-of-command inventories,” Marion stated, lifting a large stack of paperwork off of his desk and letting it drop with a loud ‘thud.’ Faith groaned audibly.
“Don’t worry sir,” Marion said, grinning. “I’ve got you covered.”
After PT, Faith made his way over to the old jailhouse where the MID was located. At first he hated the location; it was rundown and even rusty in places, but it had its own charm. For one thing, the showers had enormous water pressure and a seemingly-unending supply of hot water. The nozzles were also overhead; this meant Faith didn’t have to bend over to wash his hair or the top part of his body. In many locations, including his own house, the showerheads came out of a side wall and would put out an anemic stream of lukewarm water at about chest level, or “nametag defilade.” Faith hated that.
In some ways it was also nice to be separated from the Group. There were no sergeants major lurking around, and they could do pretty much whatever they wanted with the place. Communications were a bit a problem, but that could be solved.
Faith dressed in the office he shared with his detachment sergeant, MSG Marion. Faith was still unsure of what to think about the man. Many, many people had warned him about Marion over the last couple of days. Criticisms of him ranged from the ridiculous “He’s a dirty, nasty leg!” to the relevant “He is very, very hard to get along with.” But Faith sensed that there was something about the man, something positive. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.
“Something on your mind, sir?” MSG Marion inquired. He had the low, gravelly voice of someone who smoked heavily and had done a lot of shouting over his life.
“I’m thinking about the inspection,” Faith said. “Chief Rollins asked to be put in charge of it.”
“Makes sense,” the master sergeant replied.
“Yeah, but it’s kind of a big deal, maybe even a make-or-break thing for the MID’s credibility under this new arrangement between us and the Group S2 shop. And if the Group fails the re-inspection…”
“…things will be pretty bad for all of us,” Marion finished for him. “Well, do you trust her?”
“I guess so,” Faith replied. “Yeah, I trust her,” he said more emphatically.
“Then let her run with it. You’ve got some good NCOs down there,” Marion informed him, “They won’t let her, or you, fail. Besides, you’ve got a whole lot more things going on than just this re-inspection.”
“Like what?” Faith asked, genuinely curious.
“Like your change-of-command inventories,” Marion stated, lifting a large stack of paperwork off of his desk and letting it drop with a loud ‘thud.’ Faith groaned audibly.
“Don’t worry sir,” Marion said, grinning. “I’ve got you covered.”
policemedic
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Faith is either fucked in the ass, or the NCO's think he has potential and have him covered.
Depends if they liked the ROAD Warrant, hated "The Dud", etc.
They can tube the inspection, and become Division Assets, or shine and stay with the Group.
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Freudian slip then?Gah! That was supposed to be, "Don't worry," not "Don't work!"
During the re-inspect, Cpt. Criss is going to get caught trying to "Simonize" Chief Rollins in the SCIF.
During the re-inspect, Cpt. Criss is going to get caught trying to "Simonize" Chief Rollins in the SCIF.
Is that what's happening in your avatar?
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Master Sergeant Marion was right; there were a lot more things going on than “just” the no-fail inspection coming up. It would be impossible to everything himself; he would have delegate. And inherent in delegation is trust. At this point, Faith didn’t really know who he could trust. He did know one thing- if trust did not exist between the officer and NCO in charge, failure was almost certain. There wasn’t time for the usual trust- and confidence-building to develop, this was a unit that was in dire need of changes. Immediate changes. While there were bright spots here and there, it was hard to see their shine through the massive pile of crap they were buried under. That had to change, quickly. And it had to start with the two men in the commander’s office. Faith looked over at Marion. “You have time for a quick chat?” he asked.
“Sure sir, what do you want to talk about?” he replied.
“Everything,” Faith said as he stood up to close the door to the office.
No, Sir, but that might be kinda what it looks like.
The scene in my avatar was one of the few times where Archer was NOT trying to be a pervert...believe it or not. Hence the look on his face.
The scene in my avatar was one of the few times where Archer was NOT trying to be a pervert...believe it or not. Hence the look on his face.
I saw that episode. That was the underage tycoon's daughter who kept hitting on him... she asked him to "warm her up," and then he got busted... by his colleagues? Mom? I don't recall... in that compromising position.
I love Archer, I wish Netflix would hurry up with the next season...
The new season begins 17 JAN. Does Netflix release the entire season all at once or is it in episodes and then the full season is released later?
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