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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 17, 2012 22:08:19 GMT -6
Sitting up, Michael ran his hand across her back as he whispered to her; "You hadn't lost your edge I was joking with you," kissing her shoulder as he peered out of the window, "they'll be okay I promise you." Lying her down as he pinned her down for a change, "Sorry for seeming like an ass but felt so much slipping away," kissing her briefly, "won`t happen again," kissing her once more as he moved her hair out of her face, "did I ever mention how beautiful you looked right here right now?" "I know they'll be okay ... that doesn't ever stop me from worrying though." Shrugging, she decided not to try and dwell on the thoughts. They'd all be back on the ship in a matter of days. Back to the vastness of space. Before she knew it, Sam was pinned back down against the bed. "Nah ... I don't think you've mentioned it before," she said and giggled. Sam lightly trailed her lips Michael's teasingly before laying her head back down on the pillow. She wasn't sure where this ... they ... would go. It had lasted longer than she'd expected, and that brought a faint smile to her face. "Well for now, there's one thing you won't have to worry about slipping away from you." And with that, she grinned mischievously and rolled with all the energy she had left. They rolled off the bed and onto the floor, knocking over a lamp which went crashing to the floor. Sam reached up and pulled the sheets down over the two of them...
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 18, 2012 8:55:44 GMT -6
Knocking the air out of him as he hit the floor, he knew she did it intentional as he whispered back; "Oh that's good...would hate to be freezing on the Atlantia all alone," grinning as he met her lips.
Waking up next to her, he was holding onto her as he started lifting her up, placing her on the bed as he kissed her on her forehead. Walking over to the window, he flipped on the tint agent as the sun started shining through; grabbing his robe before stepping into the kitchen. Flipping on the coffee machine, he placed his hand on his shoulder as he rotated it; peering into the other room at her. He had never cared about anyone like he does to her, he knew from the first time he saw her that she could be the one but then again he was drugged up from his leg...neither less he didn't want her to leave at the same time.
Pouring two cubs of coffee, he started over to the bedroom as he set them down on the night stand before hanging up his robe and climbing into bed.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 18, 2012 23:20:59 GMT -6
Tossing and turning, violent images and illusions finally brought Sam out of her peaceful sleep. She jolted upright and looked around, pulling the sheets up to cover her naked body. Wiping a few beads of sweat from her forehead, she wondered how she'd gotten back into bed, until she looked over and saw Michael in the bed as well. Trying to smile, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Morning..."
Sam rubbed her eyes and a yawn escaped her mouth. Beams of sunlight shined through the window, lighting up the room. "Did you get any sleep?" she asked and snickered, knowing that was unlikely. She still felt tired, but those few hours of sleep seemed to help a bit.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 19, 2012 9:34:11 GMT -6
Kissing Sam as well as he whispered to her, "Morning, probably got better sleep then you did," running his hand across her body, "what was the nightmare about?"
Getting up, he slipped underneath the covers as he covered himself up, he knew the nightmare she was having wasn't good considering after Helios he was having almost the same. Helios was a nightmare for him and one that he has pushed aside for years as he peered over at her; "Made some coffee...had nightmares like that a couple years ago and well short of the shrink I talked it out with Thomas so what was the nightmare?"
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Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
Posts: 178
Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on May 19, 2012 15:31:52 GMT -6
Parking in the garage, Daniel grabbed his pistols as he grabbed his long coat along with some old dog tags as he headed for the elevator. Tapping the call button, Daniel knew of Michael's new relationship and figured now was the best time as he tapped twice before hitting the button to Michael's floor. Waiting in the elevator, he could only trust Michael considering Thomas almost put a bullet in him and well Rebecca doesn't like him which probably doesn't help that he and she were in a bad relationship.
The doors opened as he stepped into the living room, "Michael...I know this might be a bad time but this is a Code One."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 19, 2012 15:40:02 GMT -6
Noticing the tapping on the call radio, Michael got up as he slipped on a pair of cargo pants with a shirt as he closed the bedroom doors. He knew Daniel was a tricky one considering when he was working for Terran Intelligence, Daniel was the pincher who pushed everyone to their limits and now with Terran Intelligence gone he was even more dangerous. Watching him walk in, Michael didn't bother to extend his hand as he took a seat in his favorite chair with his HK45 in the cushion.
He listened carefully as he heard the Code One, knowing right away that Daniel was serious as he peered up at him; "How many and where...you do know your taking away from my vacation time?"
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Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
Posts: 178
Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on May 19, 2012 15:51:52 GMT -6
Ready to pull his pistol as he noticed the hilt of Michael's own pistol, he turned back as he poured himself a glass of water; "More than what I can take out and they're setting up an anti-air battery along with a transmitter that's connected with the planet's fiber optics cables," setting down the pictures as he crossed his arms, "serve Terra once more and I'll tell you the truth about me and why Terran Intelligence was so careful about me."
Picking up Michael's vest as he peered through the doors as he spotted Sam before slipping on his sunglasses; "This is of Terran Issue not a Colonial...Under Article 12 of the Terran Government, you are not to repeat anything or risk your comission, your allegiance and forfeit your life...then again you know that."
Setting the pictures down on his bar as he went over to the elevator, "Hill Side, I'll be there waiting...bring your gear, your rifle and your best," closing the elevator doors.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 19, 2012 16:10:56 GMT -6
He knew he couldn't betray Terra or even Daniel but he couldn't betray the Colonials or even Sam. Waiting till Daniel left the room, he tossed the glass at the wall as he watched it shatter. Looking over the pictures, it was all there, Darous was a diversion along with Corinth; it gave them a false sense of security and for that to build anti air battery that may or may not be able to fire nukes. Pulling his shirt off as he opened the bedroom doors, reaching into the closet as he pulled out his green fatigues; "Sam, I've got a phone under the pillow...call Rebecca and Thomas tell them simply Code One Hill Side and tell to wrap up Management," pausing as he slipped on his green pants with his shirt, "once they get here then go with them." Slipping on his green fatigue jacket, he grabbed his mesh vest along with his old holsters and his boots as he sat down on the bed to put on his boots; "Terran Intelligence had someone called a pincher, if we got out of control or missed something then they would send him and well he's here. Terran Intelligence kept him around and I want to know why but can't take him down by myself," slipping on his holsters and vests as he grabbed his keys. Kissing her briefly, he started out as he grabbed his M21A1 along with his G36. Riding the elevator down, he grabbed a pack from the elevator panel as he pulled it out and started over to a vehicle he had stashed away. Starting it up, he drove out as he set the rifles down, knowing exactly what he had in mind as he prepared a few hand cuffs just encase. Driving down the road, he never crossed paths with the pincher till today and he made sure that he never crossed his path again.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 20, 2012 1:32:50 GMT -6
Sliding out of the bed, Sam angrily walked over to the closet and ruffled around until she found the bag she'd left there. She pulled out a pair of shorts and tank top, and quickly slipped them on. Kicking the bag back into the closet, she walked back over to the bed and grabbed up the phone. The number was already programmed in. Rolling her eyes and scowling, Sam waited as the phone rang. When no one answered, she simply left a message: "Rebecca and Thomas ... Michael said code red, hill side, and wrap up management. Whatever the seven hells that means. It's obviously a Terran matter, and no business of mine." Tightening her grip on the device, she continued, "Don't bother stopping by here to get me, I'm not frakkin' going anywhere."
And with that, she hung up and walked over to open the sliding glass door that lead out onto a balcony, and threw the phone as far as she could. Sam grabbed her sidearm, turned and strode out of the bedroom, into the living room. "So much for resting," she mumbled to herself, taking a seat and pouring a drink. Sitting there alone, she stared blankly at the glass, tracing her fingers along the rim of the glass before finally pushing it to the side, not a sip taken. Sam crossed her legs and sat quietly in the room, eyes closed.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 20, 2012 18:10:01 GMT -6
Pulling into the garage, he unzipped his vest as he stepped into the elevator and soon went up to see Sam out of bed. Undoing his holster, he set it down on the counter as he sat down on the couch; "That Seven is protected till now...once I can get ahold of Reaper but sorry but earlier," sitting down on the couch as he undid his jacket, "what was the nightmare about?"
Taking off his vest as he pulled the plate out holding the slugs, "I love you and well usually not in a relationship this long...don't think I'm saying anything bad but its always nice on seeing your face when I wake up."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 20, 2012 23:13:58 GMT -6
Sam set her sidearm down on the table and folded her arms across her chest. She'd been prepared to shoot whoever got off that elevator and decided to give her orders. Staring over at Michael, she said, "It's nothing, just something that used to keep me up at night years ago." And it had kept her up. Nightmares, of skinjobs murdering her in her sleep and running off with her child. Those dreams had taken place before Amelia was even born, back when she was still Alexandra's assistant.
She'd since pushed those memories away, Sam thought she had anyway. Standing up, and watching him take off the plated vest with what looked like several rounds in it, she frowned and walked over to the windows, peering out the glass. She rubbed her temples, feeling more irritable than she had in days. "I just wonder what day I'll wake up and you won't be there. Why would you leave with that Seven anyway? Orders or not, he could have killed you, and then come back here and killed me." She made it a point not to trust many Cylons anymore, and Sevens were at the top of that list. Shrugging, she let out a sigh. "Nevermind. What are you going to do with him?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 20, 2012 23:52:31 GMT -6
Turning to her as he set down the plate, "Terran Intelligence employed him before Alex showed up and he's the pincher cause he," pausing as he peered down, "cause he opens up new positions from old ones. His job was to kill me and well now he's with Thomas whose probably going to get more answers from him then Greer and Reaper."
Getting up, he walked over to her as he wrapped his arms around her; "I promise you I'll wake up beside you never leave you wondering and...not going to let anything danger you," kissing her on her neck as he peered out of the window with her.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 21, 2012 22:23:37 GMT -6
Hazel eyes moved from side to side, Sam continued to stare out the window. She closed them momentarily and took in a slow breath. "If his job was to kill you, you should have put a bullet in his head the second he walked through that door." The seven had given her an uneasy feeling, it made her nervous knowing that he could possibly gain access to the apartment at any time. They wouldn't be there for too much longer anyway.
Shrugging, she rested her arms on top of Michael's. "Let's just not talk about him anymore. We've only got a few days before the Atlantia comes back." Sam had the strangest feeling, something she tried to push aside for the time being. "So, what now?" she asked, watching a pair of small birds that flew by the window chirping. The sun looked to be setting in a few hours, and another day would pass. One less day to enjoy the fresh air and beauty of nature before they were back on the ship.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 21, 2012 22:59:34 GMT -6
Taking a deep breath as he let go of her before taking off his jacket, "The Seven is with Thomas and something tells me that he couldn't bring himself to kill me its that vibe got off of him," grabbing his premade duffel bag as he grabbed a relaxing button up shirt. Grabbing a drink, he still had Daniel's keys as he turned back to her; "I know you said drop it but does it even register that there may truly be a good Cylon around even if its a Seven?"
He did get a vibe off of this Seven considering he did say he was older even more he didn't appear like the other Seven's. He wanted Alex dead like anyone else and considering he is a Colonel, someone in the government trusted him. Grabbing a cup of coffee as he whispered to her, "If I shot him in this room...I'd be committing a crime; he's a Colonel and under Terran military I would be in a cell period."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 21, 2012 23:47:27 GMT -6
Propping her hands on her hips, Sam turned around to look at Michael, brows furrowed. "Register? He was supposed to kill you, that doesn't make him good in my frakking book!" She said, almost yelling. "I've only known a handful of good cylons, they're now either dead or have turned their back on us." Moving away from the windows, she started back towards the bedroom, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm not going to argue about it anymore."
Sam picked up her bag out of the closet and set it down on the bed before walking into the bathroom. She stared into the mirror for several minutes, remembering the lives that had come and gone from her own life. Faces raced through her mind. She reached for the knob on the sink, turning it on and bending down to splash some cold water on her face.
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