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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 23, 2011 13:03:54 GMT -6
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 23, 2011 13:09:45 GMT -6
Getting off of the highway and into slow city streets, Michael slowed down as he entered the building holding his penthouse; driving into the ground floor garage. Parking in a small space, he kicked the kickstand out before flipping off the engine. Getting off with his bag slung around his shoulder, he pulled off his dog tags as he walked over to the lift; "Come on, Sam, trust this would be better than a room on your Battlestar or anywhere else."
Sliding his dog tags across a scanner, the elevator doors opened up followed by plugging his dog tags into a console in the inside; ensuring him and others that have rooms in the building could only get in.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 23, 2011 15:11:11 GMT -6
The city was absolute beautiful, breathtaking to say the least. No rubble, or crushed buildings, like on the colonies. The sky began to cloud up as they pulled into a parking garage. The outside of the building reminded her of an old place back home where she had lived with her family, however briefly it was. Michael had already grabbed his back and started towards the elevator. Sam slid off the bike and unclipped her own bag, making her way over to join the man.
She watched the complicated process of trying to get the lift to move. At least it was comforting knowing that only residents could get inside the building. Nothing to worry about. She set her face down on the ground, hearing what sounded like a bit of thunder outside as the doors began to close. "Looks like we made it just in time."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 23, 2011 16:41:36 GMT -6
Lifting up her chin as they stepped into the glass and gold sided elevator, setting down his pack as the doors closed and began its trip to the top; "Rains a lot on Terra but mostly depends where you are...we're on the outskirts of Spartica which is a nice place but known for its rains."
The doors opened up to reveal an elegant space that consisted of the kitchen, living room, dining room and in the distance with the bedroom and bathroom. Setting his bag down by the fireplace, Michael took off his black overcoat as he helped her with her bag; "Power normally never goes out considering this building is on a different grid then the surrounding buildings."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 23, 2011 23:30:56 GMT -6
Sam gladly let go of the bag as he reached out for it, though it wasn't heavy at all. It contained a few pairs of civilian clothing, as well as a few other needed necessities. She'd spent most of the granted shore leave on that rescue mission, and then in the sickbay. So it was nice to get away from the ship, and perhaps relax. The recent weeks had been a pain anyway, except for seeing on friends again. Her eyes scanned the room, it was a nice place. She walked over and glanced out the large glass window.
The rain began to fall. Slow at first, and then a little harder. "It's been years since I've had the chance to listen to the rain fall, and see it." She said, staring out. The building had a nice view, she could get a better look at the city. Everything was beautiful, almost like a dream. "Don't get me wrong though. Living on a battlestar has its advantages. It'd just be nice to get fresh air more often."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 24, 2011 1:08:36 GMT -6
Smirking as he opened up a closet to hand up his holsters beside his own little armory of weapons, "I wouldn't know. I've always been on Terra haven't even stepped foot onboard a Battlestar but for me I've got to see the sun set and rise and hear the rain...its quite soothing." Pulling off his black sweater, he tossed it into his laundry room before picking up a fresh white shirt; "So what can you tell me about you, Sam, other than your a Colonial officer onboard the flagship of the fleet."
Opening up his fridge, he pulled out two fresh beers as he popped the tops off; picking them up as he carried one over to her. Peering out on the rain, he could still see glimpses of ten years ago when the rain was more than soothing it was essential.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 24, 2011 13:22:07 GMT -6
Accepting the beer, she continued to stare out the window for a moment before answering. "Me? Well, let's see ... I like long walks on moonlit beaches." She said jokingly and laughed. She hadn't seen a beach in years, or moonlight for that matter. Thinking it over, she looked over at Michael. "What can I say? Born and raised on Tauron, joined the military soon after graduation. Hmm ... and I have a daughter, somewhere out there." There was so much more to tell, but she wouldn't bore him with it all.
She thought about it more and more. Her child was the only family she had left, apart from the people up on the Atlantia. Sam brought the beer bottle up to her lips, letting the liquid glide down her throat. "So what about you, Michael? What's your story, besides living here on Terra?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 24, 2011 14:17:53 GMT -6
Taking a sip of his beer before he set it down on the dark oak table, taking off his watch as he set it down on the railing in front of the window; "Mine is quite lengthy but I've always lived on Terra somewhere and have memories of almost every place I've been. Ten years ago I was part of a Spec Op program before it was shut down...Terra hasn't been always peaceful and those of us that served did things we still regret..."
Picking up his beer, he held it into his hands as he peered blankly into the rain; "The funny thing is no matter how far I travel, someone from the Intelligence bureau or the government is there to watch over me," grinning as he took a sip of his beer, "I like moonlite beaches too and nice cars along with beautiful women which you are a beautiful woman."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 24, 2011 23:28:48 GMT -6
Sam sipped her drink, thinking over what he said. "We all have things we regret. Gods know there's a few I'd like to have erased from my memory." She took another sip before setting the bottle down. A lot had disappeared from her mind since the coma, but a lot still remained as well. Bad things, things she wished she could go back in time and change. But there was no way to undo any damage that had been done. "All we can do now is try to pick up the pieces and start over, right?"
The downpour continued, and the thunder as well, catching the woman off guard. She jumped a bit, but thanked the Lords they didn't get caught out in the storm. "I guess we've all got someone there to watch over us," She said and smiled a bit. It made her think of Clay, her best friend. He seemed to be the only one looking out for her these days, it felt like. Of course, he was one of the few people she had left. Though she knew he wouldn't approve of her riding off with some stranger. But, that was the thrill of it.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 24, 2011 23:58:44 GMT -6
Starting away from the window as he set down on the black leather couch, he thought over it all as he bent over to start undoing his boots; "I'd like to start over but with a war record like mine its a little hard to push it aside but at the same time no job has given me the same gratification that I've had from that one. I had a job as a private security consultant, surgeon, a driver but don't ask about that one and well now a P.I. if anyone needs one."
Setting them aside as he got up, he thought of something as he started over to a hidden closet, sliding the wall aside to reveal a private armory but something a bit more; a wall full of keys and boxes. Carrying a box out, he set it down on the table before sliding shut the door; "How about I make you dinner and then we can go to that club I was talking about, New Light," picking up his bag as he tossed it into the hidden room as well, "well those that are watching over me they're only doing it because I know something that can take them out of power or even bring turmoil to their perfect society."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 25, 2011 12:15:35 GMT -6
Sam chuckled as she turned away from the window. "Sounds like you've been busy. That makes two of us," She said, finishing her drink. "I've served in both the Military and then Government, and I can't decide which was harder." She began comparing the two career paths, and how similar they were. The memory of Alexandra serving as President years ago floated through her mind, she missed the Eight more than anything perhaps, and but knew she was watching from above.
She took a seat, raising an eyebrow as she watched the man walk over to what looked like a panal built into the wall. So secretive, she thought. His dinner request caught her off guard a bit. "Yeah, food sounds good about now." Sam nodded her head in thanks and smiled. She played with the tags that hung around her, flipping the back and forth between her fingers. "So ... do you have any family here on Terra?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 25, 2011 14:26:26 GMT -6
Flipping on the stereo to something soft and soothing, Michael went over to wash his hands as he answered her back; "Had family on Terra. Around nine years ago, most of my family died in a terrible accident...was forced to retire afterwards."
Kneeling down, he picked up a cutting board along with a set of knives and plates; "You said you were from Tauron how was it? Never really saw it other than pictures."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 25, 2011 17:34:26 GMT -6
The soothing music helped to calm her nerves, as she watched him. "Yes, I'm from Tauron. Growing up there, it was constantly hot. And trust me, the scenery wasn't the best either. But, it was home." Sam thought back. There were no beautiful flowers or anything like the other Colonies had. "For me, though, it was more about the people there than the planet itself. They made it worth growing up there." Most people looked down on Tauron, complaining about the Ha La Tha. But there were good people there, old fashioned people with values. It made her smile.
"And of course, we had the best Pyramid team," She said with a laugh. "I'd give anything to see a Stallions game again." In her opinion, the Olympia Stallions were the best, and the first team she'd ever seen with her father.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 25, 2011 17:45:46 GMT -6
Mixing up some spices before laying out a fresh fish, Michael set his spices aside as he started to scale it; "Rumor is that there might be a stadium built soon considering some players from the colonies survived and well the Terran Tigers have been beating every other team on the planet."
Cleaning the fish off in the sink, he pulled out a fillet knife before cutting out two fillets; "Have you heard of the Ha La Tha I know they're from Tauron and they had been causing trouble here till recently," his laptop on his desk flipped on with an email alert; telling him that the funds for the Ha La Tha job was transferred into his bank of choice.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 25, 2011 22:51:08 GMT -6
"A new stadium? Well, that might just give me a reason to come back some time." She said, a big grin spread across her face. Shore leave had turned out better than she expected. Sam cringed a bit when he brought up the Ha La Tha. "Yeah, I've heard of 'em. Never had any dealings with them myself, but my father had a friend who worked for them when I was a kid." A chill ran up her spine at the memory of it. "He didn't want my family anywhere near their lifestyle, so we were constantly moving."
She didn't hate the Ha La Tha. Sam was only thankful that they never harmed her family, that she knew of at least. She'd heard many stories about them, and wondered what Michael's interest was about the subject. Deciding not to ask, she watched him preparing the food. "You know what you're doing, right? Most men would have the kitchen burned down by now." The woman joked and laughed. She wasn't used to someone else doing all the work, but it was a nice surprise.
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