Ailill was really wishing he could take his meds now. Wishing he hadn't just given them to Jon. Wishing he could keep things secret while on them because they HAD been helping but it was just a risk he couldn't afford... but damn if he didn't need them right now. Especially with his mother sitting across from him.
"So you said Simone is dealing with Pilot Cnyte? Do they need help dealing with the others? I would like to speak with the candidates involved before they are sent off, if I may." He asked trying not to seem bothered by the fact that his mother was here, sitting across from him.
Of course he was upset by the fact that there was a brawl involving Pilots and Candidates right here in the ATC. Not to mention the fact that he had not predicted this... he had no visions of anything involving this.. and apparently one of the candidates involved was one he had predicted would graduate. How had he not seen anything about this? Was his mother here to question him on that? Or because he had not responded to her letter perhaps? At least she was focused on the incident now.
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Cameron sat across from her son and simply nodded, her tail flicking lightly as Ailill spoke. She was humming softly under her breath as she worked out the issues this incident brought up in her mind. There was one big issue she felt needed to be addressed immediately. "You can speak to the candidates if you want Ailill, but there are more important matters to see to." Cameron said dismissing her son's words with a wave of her hand. "Your immediate promotion for instance."
"...Promotion? Moth- Pilot Royal Matthers, forgive me but I don't understand what you mean-"
"I am promoting you to temporary acting Director of Candidate Affairs, since Pilot Rosales could not bother to select someone to take his place-"
"Mother please! You cannot just declare such a thing- can you? And Pilot Letendre is in charge in Pilot Royal Rosales' absence-"
"That is Pilot Royal Matthers, not 'mother', and of course I can Ailill. I just did." Cameron finished typing something on her communicator and looked back up to see the horrified look on her son's face. "Well if Pilot Letendre is supposed to be in charge than where is he?"
"He still has his own work to do as well, and I do not know his schedule off hand but-"
"Do not make excuses for him. You are more suited for the position as it is."
"This is nepotism! And I don't even want the position-"
Cameron scoffed. "You think I would give you something you did not deserve? No one in Candidate Affairs understands the candidates better than you, and knows which ones are worthy of our investment as well as you do."
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Why did that piss him off so much? He didn't feel like he deserved even a temporary promotion. He didn't want a temporary promotion- and while he agreed that true leadership and command within the ATC was lacking since Pilot Royal Rosales was recovering he did not feel now was the appropriate time for this discussion. And yet Ailill could not voice any of this to his mother. "...Cross is in charge-"
"Pilot Letendre is not doing a satisfactory job."
"He is doing the best any one of us could do under the circumstances! Pilot Royal Rosales was attacked! Cross was attacked! We were attacked! I would not be surprised if this was backlash for what Sade did and-"
"Backlash? So you believe that this incident was Gospel related?"
Shit. He didn't mean to say that out loud. It was too soon for theories but... well there had been too many internal issues that they were dealing with... but he was fairly certain he had never heard his mother actually acknowledge Gospels before. "All I am saying is we cannot rule it out. Many Pilots have been on edge for some time, that much is obvious. I can see how distrust might escalate but not to such a level, and not involving candidates." He sighed a bit.
"This is why you should be in charge Ailill."
"Pilot Letendre outranks me and I have no interest in-"
Cameron sighed and narrowed her serious gaze at her son in a way that still gave him chills. "Fine. You said Pilot Letendre is busy with his own work as well correct? Then assist him. The two of you can share the position. I want you to keep order here Pilot Echo Matthers."
Well, that there was no arguing with. He wanted to say that the pressure was more than he reasonably believed he could handle given various circumstances, but admitting weakness was not an option. "Yes, Pilot Royal Matthers, thank you for this opportunity." He said nodding, though he wanted to scream. He had learned a long time ago how to keep cool in public. How to not show his thoughts or emotions.
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Cameron stood up and nodded back in Ailill's direction despite looking down at her communicator, tapping away furiously at the screen. "I will send you all necessary information and push this through immediately. Expect messages from me shortly as well as a mass memo to be issued later today- oh and Ailill." She looked up at him, at his stoic face and those dark blue eyes that looked just like her own. "Make sure you answer your personal messages in the future as well." Cameron flicked her tail once more as she exited the room, her heels clacking on the floor.
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