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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 26, 2011 5:30:57 GMT -6
Grinning as he pulled out a pan and flipped on the oven, "Unlike most men I know how to keep things from burning...picked this up from when I was in the service its an old recipe."
Seasoning the fish, he placed it in the oven as he set the timer before turning to her; "Most women would be setting fire to the kitchen as well. As for the Ha La Tha just wanted to know their background, see as a private citizen as I see it, I do things to maintain my lifestyle. Private Investigator, hitman, private security; any number of things to ensure that I keep the streets a bit more peaceful and well my home doesn't become like it once was," pausing as he peered out on the rain, "until recently has Terra became peaceful."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 26, 2011 23:21:47 GMT -6
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, unlike most women, I know what I'm doing. Those old women back on Tauron have you cooking by the age of ten, trust me!" She laughed. Her grandmother was one of those old fashioned women, who wanted to teach the younger generation a thing or two when it came to things being done in the kitchen. She missed that.
She thought more and more about the Ha La Tha as he continued to talk. She'd assumed most of them had either died in the attacks, or maybe had given up their criminal lifestyles and tried to start fresh. The ongoing storm outside captured her attention again, her hazel eyes watched several streaks of lightening in the distance. It was strangely beautiful. "Have you ever considered giving all this up? Maybe move away, or even joining one of the ships?" She asked.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 27, 2011 3:23:09 GMT -6
Drying off his hands, he walked over to her as he sat down once more; "I've thought about it but I've got sins to pay here for. Ten years ago there used to be a section on Helios for the poor and well some thought they were the revolutionist. My unit had mocked up orders to kill every man, every woman and every child in that division and my squad disobeyed those orders. We fought our unit along the rooftops for those people till the morning when most of my squad was dead," pausing before continuing, "on my knees with my hands behind my head I was forced to watch tens of thousands of innocent people die that day. Found out my unit was the organized crime we were fighting. Now there is just a monument and the survivors of my squad look out for me through the government. It was a rainy day like this...can't wear the uniform like you and the rest of the military."
Getting up, he peered out of the window as left his hands on the railing; "We all fight for freedom in some form...I'm never going to be free...I hunt down my old unit and I bring a voice to those that died by killing those that assisted in their deaths. My old unit joined up with the Ha La Tha and now with them in turmoil I'll have to rely on my friends from above to figure out where they're going next."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 27, 2011 12:26:06 GMT -6
She cringed a bit, listening to his story. The thoughts of innocent people being murdered, innocent children for that matter ... it made her sick to her stomach. "We all pay for our sins eventually. There's no changing what happened in the past. We pay for those mistakes and move on, the best we can," Sam said, growing quiet as he walked over to the window. She spoke up again, "Don't force yourself to carry that burden forever."
In some way, she could relate to him. She knew she had people watching out for her as well. She walked over to the window and watched the rain fall, thinking. "Years ago, I was on an away mission. I barely knew the team, but one man in particular watched my back. We sat together in a warehouse, bleeding out." She stopped momentarily, remembering that day as if it were yesterday. "And to this day, that same man ... the Executive officer of Atlantia, my best friend ... still looks out for me." Sighing, she lightly tapped his shoulder and smiled. "You can have freedom. I was given a second chance, and I'm going to make the most of it."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 27, 2011 17:53:27 GMT -6
Patting her on the leg, he got up as he went to check on the oven; "Someone has to make a good offer to me...taking down roughly 20 members of my old unit and the nerve center of the Ha La Tha earned me around a million or so cubits."
Pulling out the fish, he pulled out a pot as he started up some long beans; placing them in water before placing them on the stove. Grabbing two plates he began setting them up as he finely sliced the fish; "Had freedom and if I could do it all over again, I should have blown them all up before they forced me to surrender."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 27, 2011 22:15:29 GMT -6
Crossing her arms, she turned to watch him. The penthouse was now filled with the smells of the food. "I guess we're both out of luck then," She said and chuckled. "As I have not nearly enough cubits to offer." Sam had cubits, just not as much as he spoke up about. And she spent most of hers in the bar, or on the card games with the pilots on occasion.
"The fleet does have a few things to offer, though. Booze, and a nice, cold rack to sleep in," She said sacastically. "A chance to blow toasters out of the sky ... and, you're constantly surrounded by people. It lets me know I'm not alone up there. And it may not seem like much, but I wouldn't trade all that for anything." When it came to either being on a ship or settling down on a planet, Sam knew what she would always choose. Being on a ship, you at least had the chance to explore different worlds. "It's at least worth thinking about, in my opinion."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 30, 2011 9:03:40 GMT -6
Finishing up the plates, he reached into the fridge to pull out a pair of fresh beers as he set them down on the bar top; "I'm much more closer to being a soldier on these Battlestar then a pilot. And last I read cause I do a peek at some old reports...this guy Ace had Cylon board his ship regularly I wonder why he isn't a Commander."
Smirking he set out the plates as he popped the tops off of the beers, wiping his hands off on a fresh hand towel; "Like I said, I need a bit offer to go along with my consideration. I do work that blows back on me at times and to be honest the only time I was in space was for my combat zero G training."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 1, 2011 23:10:48 GMT -6
Sam smirked a bit as she moved back over to the table, pulling out one of the chairs and taking a seat as she eyed him. "If I had it my way, I'd like a chance to be back on the front lines instead of hanging around in the CIC. But, beggars can't be choosers I guess." She smiled and relaxed in the chair, crossing her legs. She wondered what his interest in Ace was about. "Ace, huh? A Commander, no. Secretary of Defense, yeah. He has been a Commander though, in the past." The Cerberus, she remembered, and how many of the crew members fought for control of the ship.
The woman took in a deep breath and sat silent for a few moments. Finally, she looked back over at him. "Tell me, what kind of offer are you thinking of? What exactly do you want?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then again, you seemed to have it made here ... why would you consider leaving." Sam winked. It was nice here, and she even considered coming back soon sometime and looking into getting her own place ... just a little something to come back to.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 2, 2011 12:27:47 GMT -6
Placing out the silverware, Michael cut out a piece of the fish as he thought over it; "Well would like to keep my rank along with a regular paycheck of 15,000 cubits just to be reasonable, my own weapons and no uniform along with no saluting."
Taking a taste of his food, he felt the fish falling apart with the herbs filling his taste buds, clearing his mouth before he spoke again; "The only reason I ask about Ace is cause my contacts let me read Colonial classified files...when the colonials started showing up they needed a specialist to study and ensure that if there was any trouble then a person could take them down quick."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 3, 2011 0:24:10 GMT -6
Sam took a bite of the food, chewed, and swallowed as she mulled over what had been said. "I'm sure you could have that, if you ever wanted to join us. You'd have to talk to the higher ups though," She said, patting her mouth with a napkin, "I'm just the comms officer, after all." She took a sip of the beer, her eyes watching him across the table. "Well, if you've got an issue with Ace, I won't pry. He's the CAG, and a friend, but I make it a point not to meddle in anyone's personal business anymore..."
She took another bite of food, deciding it might be best to steer away to another subject. Uncomfortable memories might be brought up, otherwise. After a few moments, Sam spoke up again. "So tell me about this club you mentioned earlier."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 3, 2011 12:52:28 GMT -6
Peering over at her as he took another bite of his fish, "You said anymore what changed," taking a sip of his beer before turning attention to the club; "Its owned by a Tauron who used to be in the Ha La Tha but the organization felt it was a waste of resources so he was cut off and left to fend for himself. Some of my old teammates run security and well after five years the Tauron has been successful. He lets me and everyone incorperated with me enter the club for free, get the best tables and everything is on him which is nice."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 3, 2011 19:12:40 GMT -6
Sam sipped her beer, deep in thought. "Well, I just figure ... there's no point in wasting time on trying to help someone who doesn't want to be saved in the first place." She took another sip before setting the bottle down on the table. "I've been asked for my opinion before, only to have that same person turn around and do the exact opposite of what we were trying to accomplish."
She took another bite of the food, allowing her mind to wander elsewhere. Sam knew she'd spent too much time in the past trying to save the souls of others, in a way ... even if they didn't deserve it. She cleared her mouth before speaking again, this time in a more mellow tone. "I guess I've just always tried to see the best in people. And perhaps that's made me a bit naive, I don't know."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 4, 2011 12:59:49 GMT -6
Taking a few more bites before sliding it all into the trash can hidden in the island; "I make a living on helping people that may not need help or who don't know where to go to get help...my methods aren't legal but they get the job done. The club owner will be relieved that the Ha La Tha won't be bothering him for protection money and now local gangs can do what they do best...Terran justice might be evil but brings back balance."
Starting over to the bedroom as he took off his shirt before balling it up, sliding open the doors as he tossed it into the hamper; "Welcome to look around and there is a small bathroom behind the kitchen with everything there...figured I'd wash up considering the hill side can get muddy at times and well not used to be air dried."
Starting over to the shower, he stripped down before flipping on the water; stepping into the shower as he started to wash up.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 4, 2011 16:07:45 GMT -6
"Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that offer." Sam said, moving away from the table. She raked the remaining food off into the trash can and then walked over to the sink, cleaning up the dishes she'd used. Once everything was taken care of, she grabbed her bag and proceeded to the other bathroom. It was a good sized room, with a shower, sink ... all the necessities. She gave the shower knob a few turns, pulled her clothes off, and stepped inside. Hot water, finally! The water on Atlantia wasn't cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. What a nice surprise.
Sam washed up and let the hot water flow over her body, relaxing for a bit before stepping out. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, feeling a chill run across her skin. The woman began to ruffle through the bag she'd brought with her, looking for something suitable to wear.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 4, 2011 21:38:45 GMT -6
Soaking in the shower for a bit, Michael got out and wrapped the towel around him before walking across the hardwood floor to his closet. Setting out a pair of black cargos that appeared to be formal pants along with a black shirt and jacket; he also set down his shoulder holster for his pair of pistols. Setting the towel on the table, he slipped on his boxers followed by cargos before slipping on socks followed by slipping on his boots. Securing them, he slipped on his shirt followed by his black shirt before slipping on his holsters. Nestling them underneath his arm pits, he slipped his pistols into the holster before attaching his silencers to the side. Packing a few clips in his black jacket, he pulled out his black overcoat and hat before starting out; putting his keys back into his pocket; "You like convertables or hard tops?"
It didn't matter to him considering he had a car that could do either and well was kinda glad his friends in high places got it back for him considering driving a motorcycle he didn't own wasn't his style.
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