Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 3, 2013 18:18:52 GMT -6
“You expecting someone, Miss?” Demetria casually sipped her martini, paying no mind to the man serving the drinks. It wasn’t any business of his who she was there to see. Gods, even she couldn’t decide if it was such a good idea. Sending an anonymous message to a higher ranking officer on a different ship was strange, let alone the fact that the officer was a former VP. But the Lieutenant knew she had held her tongue and kept her distance long enough, and it was time for the truth to be heard. Even if it was just between the two women. ”Another, please.” Demetria handed her glass off to the barkeep. Maybe she won’t show, the young blonde thought, biting into an olive left from her drink. Waiting on this imitation of the old Cloud 9 was making her impatience grow.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 3, 2013 20:37:33 GMT -6
This was damned odd to say the least. Sam pulled the small note from her pocket and read over it again, and then again. Cloud 9, meet at the bar, third seat. 2100 hours. What the hell was about? Shoving the piece of paper back into the pocket of her jacket, Sam smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt and continued down the corridor until she reached the entrance to the bar. ”Evening, Sammy,” the guard said, greeting the woman. She knew the man well, Private Shaw, a friend from the Cerberus.
She smiled at the man as he granted her access to the bar. Sam still wasn’t sure why she’d even shown up. Everything in her head screamed it was a bad idea. Who in the name of the Gods would be summoning her anyway? The Lieutenant Colonel was slightly afraid, wondering if maybe the Eight that shot her had gained access to the ship and was trying to finish the job.
Taking a deep breath, her heels clicked against the floor as she strode over to the bar, seeing only one person sitting there. A young woman, blonde, and … a Lieutenant? What could she want? ”Excuse me, are you … are you waiting for someone?”
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 3, 2013 23:35:15 GMT -6
<Damn, she actually showed up.> Demetria didn’t look in the woman’s direction. She was close to finishing another martini, gulping down the last few drops and then placing the clear glass down on the bar top. Finally turning to look at the other woman, the Lieutenant cleared her throat. ”Lieutenant Colonel Martin, thank you for coming. I am Lieutenant Demetria Richardson, and I serve on the Acheron. And I do apologize for being so brash with the message.”
She knew the woman had never seen her. But Demetria had been keeping an eye on Samantha for years now. That must’ve been why she found it hard to remain quiet any longer. Maybe she was lonely? Either way, she wasn’t leaving without telling Martin what the deal was. The only problem, well, was putting it into words. ”I’m not really sure how to say this.” And the more she tried, the more Demetria struggled. She could tell Samantha was getting equally frustrated, just by observing the look on her face. <Come on, grow a pair. She deserves to know.>
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 4, 2013 11:46:57 GMT -6
”Lieutenant,” she was quick to reply, extending a hand forward to take Demetria’s and briefly shake it. She’d never seen this woman in her life before, and couldn’t think of any possible reason why she had wanted to meet. It only made Sam even more paranoid now. After being shot at for so long, she was always on her toes these days.
And now it seemed like this woman was wasting her time, as she couldn’t manage to get a full sentence out without stammering and then stopping completely. Sighing, Sam said, ”Look, Miss Richardson, not to be rude by any means … I am a very busy woman. I’ve already been on shore leave longer than I was supposed to be, and if I don’t get back to my duties, the Admiral will have my ass.”
Her tone wasn’t harsh at all. She was only trying to be firm with the younger officer, and it wasn’t a lie either. Sam had taken an extra day of leave, and had only been back on the ship for a few hours when she’d gotten Richardson’s cryptic little note. ”So please, tell me what it is I can do for you. As I’ve said, I’m very busy.” She let out a low sigh, twisting the ring on her finger as she waited for an answer.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 4, 2013 21:00:41 GMT -6
It was understandable that Martin was in a hurry to resume her work. Demetria wasn't exactly cleared to be here, but she wasn't worried about being reprimanded for such actions. "I've never found the right time to contact you. In fact, I almost talked myself out of it." She knew a lot about Samantha, and the woman practically knew nothing about her in return. It was her own fault for having hidden herself away while the years passed. "I thought of contacting you when our father died, but." Oh Gods! That came out completely wrong, the blonde thought, wishing she had phrased that better.
The look on the Lieutenant Colonel's face had Demetria worried the second the words left her mouth. That big revelation had sunk in with her when she was a teenager, but to finally have it out in the open. She watched as the woman's mouth gaped open, and prepared herself for anything that was coming her way. She knew Samantha was a caring person, but the Tauron blood running through her veins made her just as vicious and deadly. And what worried Richardson the most was that she wasn't saying anything at all. "Please. Just say something, anything."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 5, 2013 7:53:52 GMT -6
Sam wasn’t expecting much when she’d shown up. She thought maybe this might have been something concerning the fleet or even the other Battlestar, something she might have to pass along to her own commanding officer. But whatever just came from the Lieutenant’s mouth was nothing even remotely close. ”Our father?” she asked, brows raised. Was this woman suggesting they were related?
It took that a moment to sink if before Sam could feel herself becoming angry. She didn’t like people, specifically someone she’d never met, bringing her deceased family into anything … especially when it came to her father. Clenching her fists tightly, she decided to let the young woman off with a warning, but it wasn’t easy for Sam to let this slide. ”I’m sure you’re a nice young woman, but you must be high on stims or something to even make an accusation like that.” Shaking her head, she was more disappointed now than anything. ”I think you’ve wasted enough of my time , now, if you’ll excuse me.” With that, she turned on her heels and started for the exit.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 5, 2013 18:04:22 GMT -6
”Wait!” she was quick to call after the woman, sucking in a breath when Samantha stopped . Demetria leapt from her seat at the bar and hastily made her way to stand in front of her superior officer. ”Please, just give me five minutes and then I’ll let you go.” She didn't give her a chance to protest, already afraid that she would leave without giving Demetria the time to explain.
"I need you to believe me. Gods, I didn't even find out about you until I was almost sixteen." Demetria sighed deeply, her heart felt heavy at the moment. She wanted nothing more than to have Martin believe her, to believe it was true. Because it was the truth, they were actually family. "And by the time I found out, you had already joined the Fleet. I waited too long, but I can't do it anymore." Her bright blue eyes were practically pleading with the woman, her older sister. "Our father didn't even know I existed until...your mother died, and by then he was too deep in grief to acknowledge my existence."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 5, 2013 21:58:48 GMT -6
If she had been any other kind of person, Sam would've punched her right in the face and wouldn't have cared one bit. She had no right to even mention her father, let alone say he belonged to the two of them. And it was almost the final straw when the blonde brought her mother into the conversation. She hadn't spoken badly of her, but she didn't want to hear it. She never really got the chance to know her mother, who had died when Sam was a young girl. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, a feeling building inside of her that she didn't want to come out. In truth, she was on the verge of tears. With everything that had happened in the last few days, between Terra, and now this ... she had reached her breaking point long ago.
"Is it credits that you want? Just tell me, what is it?" Staring into Richardson's eyes, she could almost see the sadness of her father staring back at her. They were the same shape, the same color. Was this woman telling the truth? And what reason would she have to lie? Sam buried her face in her palms, rubbing her temples.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 6, 2013 19:40:52 GMT -6
"You think I want money?" For the Colonel to even suggest such a thing hit her hard. Her sister had really convinced herself that Demetria was only out for money and nothing more. Putting her pride aside, she shook her head and pushed a smile onto her face. "It wasn't my intention to make you upset. I just want to get to know you." She stopped herself from reaching out and taking the other woman's hands. "I want a chance to know my sister now. The chance neither of us had."
She wasn't completely sure if Samantha would ever look at her as a blood relative. Maybe she would think of her as a stranger. Demetria combed her mind for something that would surely make Sam aware of the truth. Her mind always went back to their dad, he had an odd way of putting things into perspective. Perhaps he'd told her the same things. "Father always used to tell me that the rain drops on Virgon were just the tears of the Gods, weeping for their children."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 8, 2013 15:34:44 GMT -6
Sam felt like she was caught off guard. "Tears of the Gods," she mumbled underneath her breath, repeating what the woman had said. How could she possibly know that? She could only stand there and stare at her, mouth slightly agape. She felt dumbfounded, and for a while, was unsure what to say. Finally, she sighed and said, "He ... he used to say the same thing to me whenever it did manage to rain on Tauron."
Feeling a little lightheaded, Sam needed to take a seat and gather her thoughts. She motioned for Demetria to follow her back over to the bar, where the two women could sit. She ordered a drink, knowing she was certainly going to need it, and waited as Demetria did the same. "Look ... I can't promise anything right now, because I'm still shocked at what you're telling me. But I'm going to do my best." After the bartender had made their drinks and set them down, Sam took a gulp of hers and continued to go over what the woman had said. The idea of finally having someone else there was somewhat exciting. And the more she looked at her, the more she believed it. "So, you're from Virgon?"
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 9, 2013 20:31:58 GMT -6
It was all Demetria could have hoped for. Her sister was at least willing to give it a shot, from what she understood. Following her over to the bar, Demetria sat and waited as the woman ordered a drink, and then she ordered herself one. Their waiter was quick to leave the drinks and head over to serve his other customers. She took a sip from her glass, always enjoying the taste of Ambrosia. "Thank you for this. It's all I've ever wanted." All she had ever wanted was for the two of them to have each other, to look out for one another like family did. Now that everything was out in the open, maybe they'd have that chance.
She knew a lot about Samantha, but realized the woman knew nothing about her. She took another sip of her drink and shook her head to the side. "No, I was born on Sagittaron. But I spent half of my life on Virgon, it was my second home until I joined the fleet." Her mother had been Sagittaran, her father Tauron. Demetria got the best of both worlds, and she now had a full blooded Tauron sister. "And I've only been to Tauron a couple of times." The Lieutenant sipped her Ambrosia, thinking of how happy she was. Her eyes drifted down to the ring on her sister's finger, but she made no mention of it. "Are you happy, Samantha?"
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 16, 2013 19:51:37 GMT -6
Her question caught Sam off guard. "I ... uh..." Almost stuttering, she rubbed her temples and contemplated on an answer. "I'm ... I'm fine, I suppose," she finally replied, doing practically anything else to avoid answering her sister's question. My sister. Gods, no ones gonna believe that. She still found it hard to believe. A long lost, half Tauron sister. Sam wondered what it had been like for Demetria to grow up with a Sagittaran mother, and no father. She knew how the woman must have been feeling though, as she had never really known her mother.
"Why did you relocate to Virgon? Something special there?" Sam asked, finishing off her drink. She waited for the bartender to make another round so she could order another, not taking her eyes away from the woman beside her. The more she was around her, the more Sam wanted to know about her. She found herself becoming more and more curious about the woman's life, and how she had come to join the fleet. Maybe their lives were more alike than she thought.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 22, 2013 18:38:21 GMT -6
She knew that the brunette woman was obviously avoiding answering her truthfully. Demetria could tell something was off with Sam simply by the way she acted. Her eyes would darken, she would fidget in her seat, and constantly turn the ring on her finger. The Lieutenant thought it over for a minute, not wanting to say the wrong thing and upset her. But, she didn't want someone else upsetting her sister, and Demetria could almost bet that was the case. She let it go when her sister retorted with a question of her own. "My mother bought a large portion of the company that produced Virgon Brew. We moved to Boskirk so that she would help manage it better." Shrugging, the blonde tipped her glass up and finished her Ambrosia. "Moving around wasn't so bad. I was young, and I got used to living there quickly."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 29, 2013 14:47:24 GMT -6
"I never got the chance to visit Virgon. Well, back before all of the attacks." She knew how Demetria must have felt. Sam and her family had moved around a few times after her mother had passed. She didn't mention it, though. The younger woman didn't need to know of their fathers connections to the crime syndicate on Tauron. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she was surprised to see that more time had passed than she thought. "Gods ... I have to get back to the Atlantia or my ass will be on the line." Standing up, she pulled enough cubits from her pocket to cover their drinks and set them down on the bar for the bartender to collect. Sam noticed the looks on the blonde's face, a look of almost disappointment. "We'll be in contact, don't worry. I promise." She smiled reassuringly, now having to step into the role of older sister. It wasn't a bad thing ... hell, it was one of the only things now that brought a smile to her face. She held her arms out to the Lieutenant.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Oct 7, 2013 22:19:08 GMT -6
Demetria wasn't good at hiding her disappointment, but she understood that her sister had to get back to it. They both had duties to resume, and she'd let the time get away from her. A caring smile spread across her face as the Colonel held her arms out. She gladly hugged her, wishing they could have a little more time together. "Take care of yourself, okay? I look forward to seeing you again." She spoke to Martin in the woman's native Tauron language. Demetria stayed behind for a few moments after Samantha had gone. She couldn't take the smile off her face as she headed out to the raptor transport that would dock with the Acheron. For once in her life, she had something to be happy about, something to cherish. She would finally have a life close to her sister, the one they'd both been deprived of.
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