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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 2, 2016 1:27:28 GMT -6
She hadn't expected to be up so soon, but Sam smiled regardless. It was a surprise that either of them had managed to crawl out of bed, after the last few weeks of fighting and very little sleep. From the look on his face, she knew he was up to something, as it always seemed. "You'll have to try harder to convince me there are no guns hidden around here. I know you too well." She smirked, suppressing a giggle. At his words, however, she simply nodded. No matter if he left the fighting behind, or even if she did one day, it would always pull them back in. That was inevitable. "Should I be worried about this new addition?" Setting her cup down, she moved to close the distance between them, leaning against the rail beside him. "I don't want you to become just a memory. I've had too much of that in my life, and everything now has just started to make sense." She didn't want to imagine life without him now, or any of her family on the ship. But Sam knew it was a chance they would always have to face, sadly. "But if this is what you want, then you have to do it for you. Not because you think it's what I want." She smiled, pressing her body against his so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. Turning to her for she showed her regular skeptical attitude towards his no guns, "No guns not even the pistol that sits between the mattress or the rifle in umbrella holder," feeling her head on his shoulder as he turned to embrace her. Slowly walking them off of the balcony and back inside, stopping in the kitchen as he kissed her on the forehead; "I know and your the best person that's ever been in my life and this is for us. I stopped fighting for us, cause I hated getting hurt and seeing you hurt when I'm the one in bed," taking a breath, "no more. I want to be here for you and," smiling as he kissed her forehead once more, " our son or our daughter or even both. I've been thinking for a long time and I dream of you and our daughter and want to make it a reality." Letting go of her, he started across the wooden floors before standing against the wall for the new addition didn't have a door but open to the rest of the penthouse; "The Porters got the crib, rocking chair, some dressers and some essentials but left the color to us. I figured once we knew the sex then we could paint the room," he was blushing as he peered over at her; this is something that has been on his mind for a while and well he wanted it to be a reality. Speaking softly as he slowly approached her, "My father once told me a story. My mother said if they were going to start a family that he would have to stop fighting and learn to be a dad, he did it without even thinking about it and even after she was killed; he was a dad and when he wasn't he fought so hard to find her killer."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 7, 2016 22:58:11 GMT -6
She had to smirk at the sight of his face going red. "I can't believe you had this done. It's beautiful, and perfect." The whole idea of this scared the hell out of Sam. Not because it was a big step, but because of her fear to lose anyone else. They both wanted this, but things changed, and neither could tell how their future would be. "I never really got the chance to have a mother. My father did what he could, he took care of us. But I don't want our children to have to grow up with only one us. I want them to have both of us, because that is what they deserve. It's what we deserve."
Sam could now feel her own face flushing red. She bit down softly on her lip, thinking for a moment before she took a step closer to him. "We will have what we want. I don't want to waste any more time worrying if we're going to make it to another day. This time off will be over soon enough, and I don't to waste another second of it." She smiled thoughtfully, reaching to pull him closer so that she could kiss him.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 8, 2016 13:25:20 GMT -6
She had to smirk at the sight of his face going red. "I can't believe you had this done. It's beautiful, and perfect." The whole idea of this scared the hell out of Sam. Not because it was a big step, but because of her fear to lose anyone else. They both wanted this, but things changed, and neither could tell how their future would be. "I never really got the chance to have a mother. My father did what he could, he took care of us. But I don't want our children to have to grow up with only one us. I want them to have both of us, because that is what they deserve. It's what we deserve." Sam could now feel her own face flushing red. She bit down softly on her lip, thinking for a moment before she took a step closer to him. "We will have what we want. I don't want to waste any more time worrying if we're going to make it to another day. This time off will be over soon enough, and I don't to waste another second of it." She smiled thoughtfully, reaching to pull him closer so that she could kiss him. Kissing her, he lifted her up as he pinned her up against the wall, they both grew up without a parent but he wasn't going to do that to her and he knew she wasn't going to do it to him; "They'll have the both of us after all not going anywhere," kissing her once more. He carried her over to the nearby couch which was right across from the baby room as he continued to kiss her, whispering between kisses; "You want me to cook again or go out," he knew last time he cooked and the both of them were nervous around each other but this time it'd be different but going out would be something new. Michael was unaware that all of his funds were frozen due to the Council but right now it didn't matter as he worked on pulling her pants for he wanted her more than anything else at this point.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 11, 2016 17:13:46 GMT -6
She was still sore from the fighting, she knew he would be too, but it didn't matter. They wouldn't have much time to be alone together, not when she had to return to Independence and she had no idea where he would be, if it would be with her or staying on Terra. Sam pushed it all away to the back of her mind, instead focusing on the time they had now. "We can worry about food later," she mumbled in between kisses. With a smirk spreading across her face, she yanked her own shirt off before pushing him to sit on the couch. "Unless you'd rather worry about it now." Truthfully, food was the last thing on her mind, and she'd make sure it was the same thing for Michael as she brought her lips back to his for a long, deep kiss.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 11, 2016 17:56:21 GMT -6
She was still sore from the fighting, she knew he would be too, but it didn't matter. They wouldn't have much time to be alone together, not when she had to return to Independence and she had no idea where he would be, if it would be with her or staying on Terra. Sam pushed it all away to the back of her mind, instead focusing on the time they had now. "We can worry about food later," she mumbled in between kisses. With a smirk spreading across her face, she yanked her own shirt off before pushing him to sit on the couch. "Unless you'd rather worry about it now." Truthfully, food was the last thing on her mind, and she'd make sure it was the same thing for Michael as she brought her lips back to his for a long, deep kiss. Grinning, he could care less for food after all he was going to feast on her as she pushed him down into the couch as he soon took her lips with his; he pulled her body down to his. Whispering to her as he pulled her pants off before she took a seat as he kissed her more, "No, right now, my attention is just on you baby," kissing her once more as he focused on just her; there was so many times he visualized frakking her on this couch or even in the apartment but never got around to it. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going to be on Terra for a while even after shore leave but was going to make regular trips to the Independence to see her yet as a civilian. He wasn't worried about that after all his attention was on her, this was their time and well even though the both of them were sore it didn't matter.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 18, 2016 20:16:04 GMT -6
Grinning, he could care less for food after all he was going to feast on her as she pushed him down into the couch as he soon took her lips with his; he pulled her body down to his. Whispering to her as he pulled her pants off before she took a seat as he kissed her more, "No, right now, my attention is just on you baby," kissing her once more as he focused on just her; there was so many times he visualized frakking her on this couch or even in the apartment but never got around to it. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going to be on Terra for a while even after shore leave but was going to make regular trips to the Independence to see her yet as a civilian. He wasn't worried about that after all his attention was on her, this was their time and well even though the both of them were sore it didn't matter. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile beneath his, happy that she had his attention. At times it felt as if there never was enough time for them, to be together or anything for that matter, and the time they could spent with each other meant everything to her. It was something she should've said more often, and Sam hoped they would be lucky enough to truly make the most out of this. But in the moment, there was nothing more she could say, not when she could feel his hands wandering over her body. She roughly captured his lips with hers again, a low moan rumbling in her throat when their bodies clashed. --Hours later-- Sam didn't know how much time had passed, only that she was exhausted. As tired as they'd both been, she was surprised that they'd managed to move throughout the apartment the whole time, only to end up back on the couch where they started. She smirked seeing that even a vase or two lay broken on the floor. Looking over at Michael, she could feel her face redden just slightly as she leaned over to kiss him lightly before getting up. "Let me know when you're ready to come back for round two." Smirking widely, she walked over to grab a few drinks for them, her eyes looking over to see a message flashing on the tactical pad on the bar. Her smirk quickly faded when she read the message, and then turned back to Michael, her voice strained. "Corinth is under attack."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 26, 2016 1:29:41 GMT -6
Grinning, he could care less for food after all he was going to feast on her as she pushed him down into the couch as he soon took her lips with his; he pulled her body down to his. Whispering to her as he pulled her pants off before she took a seat as he kissed her more, "No, right now, my attention is just on you baby," kissing her once more as he focused on just her; there was so many times he visualized frakking her on this couch or even in the apartment but never got around to it. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going to be on Terra for a while even after shore leave but was going to make regular trips to the Independence to see her yet as a civilian. He wasn't worried about that after all his attention was on her, this was their time and well even though the both of them were sore it didn't matter. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile beneath his, happy that she had his attention. At times it felt as if there never was enough time for them, to be together or anything for that matter, and the time they could spent with each other meant everything to her. It was something she should've said more often, and Sam hoped they would be lucky enough to truly make the most out of this. But in the moment, there was nothing more she could say, not when she could feel his hands wandering over her body. She roughly captured his lips with hers again, a low moan rumbling in her throat when their bodies clashed. --Hours later-- Sam didn't know how much time had passed, only that she was exhausted. As tired as they'd both been, she was surprised that they'd managed to move throughout the apartment the whole time, only to end up back on the couch where they started. She smirked seeing that even a vase or two lay broken on the floor. Looking over at Michael, she could feel her face redden just slightly as she leaned over to kiss him lightly before getting up. "Let me know when you're ready to come back for round two." Smirking widely, she walked over to grab a few drinks for them, her eyes looking over to see a message flashing on the tactical pad on the bar. Her smirk quickly faded when she read the message, and then turned back to Michael, her voice strained. "Corinth is under attack." Getting up slowly, Sam had worn him out. He was planning on getting an energy drink and putting her up on the kitchen counter to frak her all over with but that soon ended when he heard her mention that Corinth was under attack. Everything was going good. Michael was going from being on top of the world to on the ground as a wave of dread hit him, his body couldn't support him anymore as he fell to the ground. Getting up a bit later, he grabbed a shirt that was hanging on a chair as he turned to Sam; "I have no guns anywhere and well last I heard we don't have much of an army left," walking over to the wall as he opened up a panel to reveal a screen which had one purpose, "and the Cylons cut off world communication."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 10, 2016 16:56:09 GMT -6
Getting up slowly, Sam had worn him out. He was planning on getting an energy drink and putting her up on the kitchen counter to frak her all over with but that soon ended when he heard her mention that Corinth was under attack. Everything was going good. Michael was going from being on top of the world to on the ground as a wave of dread hit him, his body couldn't support him anymore as he fell to the ground. Getting up a bit later, he grabbed a shirt that was hanging on a chair as he turned to Sam; "I have no guns anywhere and well last I heard we don't have much of an army left," walking over to the wall as he opened up a panel to reveal a screen which had one purpose, "and the Cylons cut off world communication." Her knees began to wobble slightly, and there was a sickened feeling in her stomach when she saw him fall to the ground, the news of everything that was happening had hit them both hard. Sam took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking over to where he stood by the panel. With communications down now, there was no way of getting in touch with anyone else on the planet. "Let's just start with finding a way off of the planet." The Colonel shivered, chills covering her naked flesh. She slowly moving out of the room towards the bedroom. After getting dressed, she pulled her boots on and returned to the living room. They were both still exhausted, she wasn't even sure she'd have enough energy for another fight if it came down to that. But Sam refused to give up, and there was no way she was going to give in now. She had to get back to her ship, be the XO that the crew deserved, and be the wife that Michael deserved. "We'll find a way to get in touch with the Independence. But I'm not dying here, and I'm not letting you either. Not when we have so much left to do, so many things ahead of us." For the first time in a long time, it had finally felt as if she'd gotten her life on track, back to where it was supposed to be. She and Michael already had a life planned out, and now everything might come crashing down, along with Terra itself if the Cylons had their way. Holding her hand out to Michael, she pushed a brave and reassuring smile onto her face, her eyes briefly looking back at the new room he had designed for the apartment. It was the most beautiful and heartwarming thing anyone could have done for her, and now, they had no time to enjoy it together. "Come on. Let's get what we need and get out of here."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Feb 16, 2016 3:35:33 GMT -6
Getting up slowly, Sam had worn him out. He was planning on getting an energy drink and putting her up on the kitchen counter to frak her all over with but that soon ended when he heard her mention that Corinth was under attack. Everything was going good. Michael was going from being on top of the world to on the ground as a wave of dread hit him, his body couldn't support him anymore as he fell to the ground. Getting up a bit later, he grabbed a shirt that was hanging on a chair as he turned to Sam; "I have no guns anywhere and well last I heard we don't have much of an army left," walking over to the wall as he opened up a panel to reveal a screen which had one purpose, "and the Cylons cut off world communication." Her knees began to wobble slightly, and there was a sickened feeling in her stomach when she saw him fall to the ground, the news of everything that was happening had hit them both hard. Sam took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking over to where he stood by the panel. With communications down now, there was no way of getting in touch with anyone else on the planet. "Let's just start with finding a way off of the planet." The Colonel shivered, chills covering her naked flesh. She slowly moving out of the room towards the bedroom. After getting dressed, she pulled her boots on and returned to the living room. They were both still exhausted, she wasn't even sure she'd have enough energy for another fight if it came down to that. But Sam refused to give up, and there was no way she was going to give in now. She had to get back to her ship, be the XO that the crew deserved, and be the wife that Michael deserved. "We'll find a way to get in touch with the Independence. But I'm not dying here, and I'm not letting you either. Not when we have so much left to do, so many things ahead of us." For the first time in a long time, it had finally felt as if she'd gotten her life on track, back to where it was supposed to be. She and Michael already had a life planned out, and now everything might come crashing down, along with Terra itself if the Cylons had their way. Holding her hand out to Michael, she pushed a brave and reassuring smile onto her face, her eyes briefly looking back at the new room he had designed for the apartment. It was the most beautiful and heartwarming thing anyone could have done for her, and now, they had no time to enjoy it together. "Come on. Let's get what we need and get out of here." Putting on some pants and grabbing a pair of shoes, this was still hard on him after all he had no plans on fighting. Corinth and the Council were gone which meant the Cylons also attacked the Marines and the SFD was all but gone. Thinking. That's all he could do after all the Cylons had the planet and the orbital fleet must be all but gone. Looking out onto the valley, he could see fighters headed there way as he turned to Sam; "Get Down!" Cylon raiders flew past with bullets tearing into the small community including the apartments which soon cut the power. In a matter of minutes the battle was here and the Porters rushed in to find them on the ground. Dragging them to the elevator, the tan Porter turned to Michael as he took a deep breath; "Ghost Protocol activated..." Michael turned to the man, he lost his will to fight and unlike others he knew Ghost Protocol basically meant they've lost Terra. Interrupting the man, he wasn't going to join a crumbling Terra in the fight; "I'm not joining in the fight, in fact, begin evaluation protocols. We've lost this war before it even started."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Mar 23, 2016 0:28:46 GMT -6
Putting on some pants and grabbing a pair of shoes, this was still hard on him after all he had no plans on fighting. Corinth and the Council were gone which meant the Cylons also attacked the Marines and the SFD was all but gone. Thinking. That's all he could do after all the Cylons had the planet and the orbital fleet must be all but gone. Looking out onto the valley, he could see fighters headed there way as he turned to Sam; "Get Down!" Cylon raiders flew past with bullets tearing into the small community including the apartments which soon cut the power. In a matter of minutes the battle was here and the Porters rushed in to find them on the ground. Dragging them to the elevator, the tan Porter turned to Michael as he took a deep breath; "Ghost Protocol activated..." Michael turned to the man, he lost his will to fight and unlike others he knew Ghost Protocol basically meant they've lost Terra. Interrupting the man, he wasn't going to join a crumbling Terra in the fight; "I'm not joining in the fight, in fact, begin evaluation protocols. We've lost this war before it even started." Everything had happened so fast, she barely had time to think. Sam hadn't expected the bullets that tore through their apartment, or to be dragged into the elevator. Leaning back against the wall, she listened to the man that spoke to Michael. The Colonel had no clue what 'Ghost Protocol' was, but judging from the hell around them, it wasn't good. She was surprised that Michael wouldn't join the fight, and hated seeing what all of it had done to him. When the elevator reached the bottom and the doors opened, Sam pulled herself up from the ground and looked out, peeking into the dark in the hopes that the centurions hadn't reached them just yet. "We don't have to join the fight, but we do need something to defend ourselves. First, we find somewhere that has guns, and then we get the hell out of here." Whether or not either of them wanted to fight, it might come down to that, and she knew there was a chance both would be pulled back into another battle. But this time was different, a different fight, one for survival. Crossing her arms, she stepped out of the elevator, her mind racing. She didn't know Terra well enough, but surely there would be somewhere they could catch a ship off of the planet. "Where would they evac people from? One of the stadiums? Or maybe we should try to get to Corinth."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 26, 2016 0:41:19 GMT -6
Nodding to Sam, Michael knew they needed some kind of protection especially considering everywhere was the battlefield. He wasn't going to fight this war, the fight was out of him, it was all about defense though Corinth wouldn't be the place to go considering the Cylons would already taken it over. Any operation there would be to recover classified information not originally recovered during the attack and even then it'd be difficult.
While looking for the key to the weapons locker, Michael noticed several vehicles pulling up to the garage and doors opening. The Porters were ordered to stand down as Ghosts filled the space, weapons drawn as they setup a perimeter before an officer approached Michael. Taking him by surprise, the officer tossed Michael against the locker as he twisted his arm and threw him down on the table; 'Councilor Thrax, under authority of Ghost Protocol, your under arrest of suspicion of conspiracy colluding with the Cylons and compromising Terran security. Anything you say, will be used against you and there is no court that will see you,' throwing him against a car as they tightened the cuffs. Whatever the Council did, he was the one member that wasn't there and now Dalton who was most likely dead had his revenge.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Apr 7, 2016 23:23:34 GMT -6
"We're in the middle of a gods damn war, you can't seriously do this." Sam was angry. No, she was beyond angry. She had no clue what Ghost Protocol was, didn't care either way. They were running for their lives, and now this. But as much as she yelled and protested, no one seemed to care, until she moved towards Michael. It was then that someone reached for her, pushed her to the ground with a knee on her back to try and keep her down. "Get the frak off of me." She had no intentions of giving up without a fight, though it was clear it wouldn't come to that when the sound of raiders flying overhead could be heard, and the building began to shake from the impact of gunfire.
The garage was soon filled with smoke and dust, bits of the building had already begun to cave in, and it was nearly impossible to see. But it was what they needed. Moving through the smoke, Sam had pulled the knife she kept in her boot, ready for the first person that would come near her. She'd been lucky enough to grab a set of keys from one of the men when the building started to go. It was hard to breath, and she felt as though she might pass out at any moment, until she finally found her way over to Michael. "Frak what they said, we have to go now! Come on." She opened the door and urged him to get in. With luck, they could actually make it out, but hiding from the raiders would be a different story.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 11, 2016 19:07:05 GMT -6
Still wearing the handcuffs, he climbed into the passenger seat as he looked over at Sam; "With the Council suddenly gone they're in charge," spotting Vipers taking off to deal with the enemy, "Ghost Protocol is old and this is the second time they've been activated but they don't have SF's to contend with," finally breaking his thumb to get a hand free of the cuffs. Slipping his hand free, he popped his thumb back into place as he loosened the hand cuffs; Ghosts were going to be after them quite hard and now they were on the run.
Looking through the logs that were in the truck from the Ghosts, noticing a list of names of Councilors including him and a location which they were going to take them. The location was the ancient ruins, a place abandoned by the SF's for lack of importance, now important to the Ghosts. Turning to Sam as he checked over the weapon, "I'd rather find a peaceful solution but these Ghosts need to understand that I'm not the enemy," tucking the pistol into the holster.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jun 2, 2016 17:12:00 GMT -6
Still wearing the handcuffs, he climbed into the passenger seat as he looked over at Sam; "With the Council suddenly gone they're in charge," spotting Vipers taking off to deal with the enemy, "Ghost Protocol is old and this is the second time they've been activated but they don't have SF's to contend with," finally breaking his thumb to get a hand free of the cuffs. Slipping his hand free, he popped his thumb back into place as he loosened the hand cuffs; Ghosts were going to be after them quite hard and now they were on the run. Looking through the logs that were in the truck from the Ghosts, noticing a list of names of Councilors including him and a location which they were going to take them. The location was the ancient ruins, a place abandoned by the SF's for lack of importance, now important to the Ghosts. Turning to Sam as he checked over the weapon, "I'd rather find a peaceful solution but these Ghosts need to understand that I'm not the enemy," tucking the pistol into the holster. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to fight back against the Ghosts and then run, but there had been no other choice. Sam sighed, pushing her foot down on the pedal to make the truck go that much faster, hoping to get as much distance from those men as possible. "I doubt a peaceful solution is going to be possible now. We both saw what they're willing to do." She didn't know if they would have killed Michael or not, but she would have gone down too if it came to it. If he was their enemy, then so was she. "We'll figure something out. There has to be a way to make them see the truth, or at least hear you out." She looked out the window to see vipers flying over head, their gunfire sending a pair of raiders crashing into the mountainside. If the vipers were still flying planet side, it meant the Independence couldn't be too far, and the possibility of other crew mates on Terra as well. "First, I need to find a way to get in touch with the Independence. I know some of our crew came down here, and I can bet that Lieutenant Frost is among them. If I know her, she won't leave until everyone is picked up and safe." She didn't know if they would make it off of Terra alive, but Sam would do whatever it took to at least try and give them a chance. She wasn't ready to die, not when they had so much more ahead for them. Her hands shook, but she reached over to take his hand in hers. "So, where are we running to?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 15, 2016 2:00:22 GMT -6
Still wearing the handcuffs, he climbed into the passenger seat as he looked over at Sam; "With the Council suddenly gone they're in charge," spotting Vipers taking off to deal with the enemy, "Ghost Protocol is old and this is the second time they've been activated but they don't have SF's to contend with," finally breaking his thumb to get a hand free of the cuffs. Slipping his hand free, he popped his thumb back into place as he loosened the hand cuffs; Ghosts were going to be after them quite hard and now they were on the run. Looking through the logs that were in the truck from the Ghosts, noticing a list of names of Councilors including him and a location which they were going to take them. The location was the ancient ruins, a place abandoned by the SF's for lack of importance, now important to the Ghosts. Turning to Sam as he checked over the weapon, "I'd rather find a peaceful solution but these Ghosts need to understand that I'm not the enemy," tucking the pistol into the holster. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to fight back against the Ghosts and then run, but there had been no other choice. Sam sighed, pushing her foot down on the pedal to make the truck go that much faster, hoping to get as much distance from those men as possible. "I doubt a peaceful solution is going to be possible now. We both saw what they're willing to do." She didn't know if they would have killed Michael or not, but she would have gone down too if it came to it. If he was their enemy, then so was she. "We'll figure something out. There has to be a way to make them see the truth, or at least hear you out." She looked out the window to see vipers flying over head, their gunfire sending a pair of raiders crashing into the mountainside. If the vipers were still flying planet side, it meant the Independence couldn't be too far, and the possibility of other crew mates on Terra as well. "First, I need to find a way to get in touch with the Independence. I know some of our crew came down here, and I can bet that Lieutenant Frost is among them. If I know her, she won't leave until everyone is picked up and safe." She didn't know if they would make it off of Terra alive, but Sam would do whatever it took to at least try and give them a chance. She wasn't ready to die, not when they had so much more ahead for them. Her hands shook, but she reached over to take his hand in hers. "So, where are we running to?"Holding her hand, he knew Corinth wasn't safe especially with the Council gone and the unsure nature of Terra but Alpheus might be safe after all the city was built to withhold against sieges so it would be the best choice. Taking a second, he knew any pilot would go there as safe haven and so would they; "Go to Alpheus it should be safe haven after all its withheld against several invasions in the past and doubt the Cylons will break it," keeping his hand steady as he tried to stay calm. The Ghosts want him for something and they showed extreme prejudice in just arresting him so they had some plans whether it was a bullet in the back of the head...this war was now tearing Terra apart.
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