Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 18, 2013 8:29:36 GMT -6
"You're welcome." He whispered back to Samantha. "And thanks to you, too."
Their times together were so brief and so intermittent that neither had the simple luxury of just enjoying each other's company. They did that among the other, critical and urgent things that went on. It was a time to minister to each other. Since Sam sought Clayton out, he had given. It wasn't a conscious decision, either. He had been wholly himself with her, as he always had. It was refreshing to him as well, not having to protect himself from others. He was still very cautious around the Terrans who were now his colleagues. With Samantha, though, they could drop all pretenses.
He was very happy that he'd helped. It always strengthened them both. He returned the hug as tightly.
"Terra and the Fleet are only going to grow closer. We'll have more opportunities to meet. Only," smiled wryly, knowing that she could feel it against her cheek, "no bleeding out, eh?" That had become a running joke between the two, of a shared danger that had truly started their friendship.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on May 20, 2013 14:13:56 GMT -6
Joseph came to the hatch, knocking quickly. Waiting a few seconds, he opened it. Stepping inside, he smiled.
"Well, wanna earn some of that outstanding pay you two get?"
Looking at Colonel Martin, Joseph spoke.
"Colonel Martin, there's a Viper in the hangar bay that is being readied. Would you mind piloting it, give us some air cover until we are secure?"
Turning to Clayton, he spoke even quicker.
"Colonel Dualla, I know this sounds like you've been detailed to being a baby sitter, but I need you to see to it that the Judge and Ms. McPherson, as well as the Gondawan Gorno, are all boarded on one of the raptors. I'm sure you and Director Drexl have tons of work ahead of you. I just need you to make certain the Terran government doesn't go losing their people, not here anyways. I still need to figure out how to get those two traitorous Admirals to someplace safe so they can answer for their actions."
Joseph never did like sitting on the ground. Not one bit.
*also posting this in the Eresea thread*
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 20, 2013 16:13:10 GMT -6
Upon hearing a knock on the hatch, Sam released Diamond from their embrace. She turned, to see Joseph Marcus standing before them. Nodding her head at the mans request, she said, "Of course, Captain. I would be glad to help, it's the least I can do." She remained silent until he'd finished addressing Clayton.
Sam waited for a moment before finally turning her attention back on her friend. "No bleeding out, okay?" She chuckled lightly before giving him one last departing hug, knowing the two of them would meet again in the near future. For now, they both had their own duties to attend to. "Take care of yourself." And with a smile, she turned and exited out through the hatch, heading hastily towards the hangar.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 20, 2013 19:51:17 GMT -6
Clayton sighed at the Captain's request. He shared the last hug with Samantha and watched her disappear around the corner. When he was alone, he went to the quarters beside his, and knocked on the hatch. Though Markus didn't mention him in his charges, Clayton knew that he was supposed to take the Director aboard the Raptor. The hatch opened, and the sour look on Drexl's face told Clayton that the man did not appreciate being disturbed.
"Director, we're going on a little Raptor flight. We didn't come aboard with anything but the clothes on our backs, and that's how we're leaving." Clayton could see that Drexl didn't take too kindly to being spoken to like that, but the man was not stupid. Drexl stepped out of the hatch and fell in directly beside Dualla as the former Colonial continued to the next hatch, which he wrapped on.
"Judith, its Dualla and Drexl. Markus's orders, we're to leave on a Raptor immediately." He glanced at Drexl for any sign that the man reacted to his use of the Judge's first name. Whatever he felt, he masked it perfectly.
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on May 22, 2013 21:33:58 GMT -6
Carlie came running out of her quarters, dropping her pack. Grabbing it, she was still adjusting her boots, all the while trying to run down the corridor to catch up.
"WAIT! I'm coming. FRAK ME!"
Carlie dropped her purse, the contents spilling all over the deck. Stopping and bending down, she scooped the items up and stuffed them into the purse. Looking at the trio in front of her continuing to move away from her, she cursed them under her breath.
"Arrogant fraks. If I had my way, all of you would pay for the way you're treating me. In time, in time."
Carlie got up and ran down the corridor, finally catching up. Looking at the Judge, she made her feelings known.
"Thank you sooo much for being concerned about my welfare, Your Honor. I can only hope to repay you someday."
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Sept 18, 2015 21:32:40 GMT -6
On Board CMS Marauder
J was in the guest quarters, unable to sleep. They ship was still a few days out from Terra, having to take the scenic route as Captain Markus had put it. In all actuality, they were trying to avoid the patrols that Admiral Middleton had surely placed out there to intercept the ship from arriving at Terra.
The mess he had managed to create, from the moment he gave the order for the Acheron to ram that frakking basestar months ago to jumping the damaged ship to the Terran Station on the other side of the solar system, to going AWOL and now rogue. All he ahd to do was make it to Terra, get to RADM Knights office and make his retirement official. Then he would be free to re-assume to Office of the President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, in accordance with the Articles of Colonization and the order of succession. J had never really bothered to brush up on Colonial law or the myriad of rules and regulations that went along with the Presidency. After all, he only became President when the President he served with was killed on board Colonial One all those years ago. Hell, he had only been Acting President when the Fleet returned to Terra. But, as he had been made painfully aware several times now, being a former President meant more than drawing a paycheck and sitting in the bqckground doing nothing. It would seem there was an old provision made many, many years ago to ensure the Colonial government would still be able to exist and function. He still was reading up on the subject and was just as confused as he was weeks ago.
Still, he was the only surviving President or Vice-President on or near Terra. Former President Mitchell had removed herself about a year ago by moving to the Alpha Site, effectively leaviong the job in his lap. Now with the death of President Little, J had no choice but to pick up where he had left off and re-constitute the Colonial government. The only thing he had to do was appoint his Cabinet, since Little's Cabinet was killed on Terran One. Of course, there also needed to be a Quorum to make it all nice and pretty. Looking out the window, J wondered where his wife and children were and if they were safe. Walking back to the bed, J sat on the edge and looked at the books spread out before him. Colonial Law. Code of Colonial Regulations, Revised Edition 116. The Articles of Colonization and What They Mean. His head was about to explode when a knock came at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Sir, Captain Markus requests your presence on the Brideg, Sir."
"Very well, I'll be there shortly."
J was tired but he also was ready for this to end. Grabbing his jacket, he walked over to the door and opened it, heading to the Bridge.
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Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious on May 8, 2022 19:50:46 GMT -6
Elea sat up in the bed, sweating and breathing heavily. She looked around the room, uncertain where she was for a few seconds. She rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the dimly lit room. Getting out of the bed, she walked across the room to a table. Grabbing the pitcher of water, she poured herself a glass and drank it slowly. Looking at her watch, she realized she had been asleep for well over 18 hours. The last thing she remembered was leaving the medical center with the President and going to the Titan, then coming to the Marauder. The Marauder. Damn! Where was J?
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