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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 5, 2019 16:17:20 GMT -6
Smiling, he knew he had shamed her for his disability the same way he diverts his eyes from a person in a wheelchair. Setting his sunglasses down on the table, he leaned in as he tried to ease the situation; "Its okay, Demetria, trust me. Had a Terran Commander actually give me a nice name after he fixed my eyes," finishing off the tea. Handing the waiter a few cubits, he was hoping to pick up an apartment within the city but that would be later. Keeping the shades on the table, his eyes had adjusted and seemed to be just as good as his shades; "Maybe, though, this place looks a bit promising but maybe next instead of tea maybe a bite to eat?" Quietly, he was puzzled. The Terran doctors said it would be years till he had complete unobstructed vision but it's only been two years. Since arriving, his bare eyes seemed to not need the shades which had him wondering if there was something in the air that was doing it. His colorblindness remained but he had learned to live with this and it was a deeper issue than his engineered eyes. When he took the shades off and leaned forward, it was easy for Demetria to forget for a moment that there was anything wrong. Bright blues staring back into her own, it felt like being captivated by the icy seas on Aquaria. “I have a good idea of what that name could be,” she smirked, sheepishly looking down to pick up her cup for a sip of tea, “I am sure my sister would agree. Always a sucker for blue eyes and a scruffy face. She likes to think eyes are the window to your soul. Maybe that’s true, maybe not.” Chuckling, she finished off her tea, briefly looking to the streets that were already crowded. She remembered stopping at a shop not far from them on the first day, managed by an old Sagittaron who had a knack for replicating not just recipes from the Colonies, but Terra too, along with spices and remedies. It was nice to see something brought back from home, though Demetria had no plans to return to the Colonies, leaving her to wonder if life on a Battlestar was her future. “Food it is, then. I know just the place, they have the best pint I’ve found here so far as well.” Rolling up his sleeves a bit, there was hint of color possibly from a tattoo on both his forearms as he got up from the table. Michael was a bit scruffy but what was the likelihood that Demetria was related to Samantha as he picked up Demetria's pack; "Michael always kept me arm's length for that fear I suppose but Samantha seemed to change her preference maybe," laughing a bit towards the end. Noticing the pack was light, Gabriel tried to lure her away from the table as he thought about the idea of drinking with her. Not even going for his shades, Gabriel spoke softly as he thought over it; "We can make it a date, maybe, but less uniforms. I'm sure you have some casual clothes," knowing that he would have to shop around for some casual clothes. Gabriel had a spare pair of his orange shades in his cargo pocket, his combat pair which had been with him for years. He was still pondering why his eyes were doing so well but that was in the back of his mind as he lived her wondering if he could get on her other side. |
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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 Jul 6, 2019 19:03:46 GMT -6
Rolling up his sleeves a bit, there was hint of color possibly from a tattoo on both his forearms as he got up from the table. Michael was a bit scruffy but what was the likelihood that Demetria was related to Samantha as he picked up Demetria's pack; "Michael always kept me arm's length for that fear I suppose but Samantha seemed to change her preference maybe," laughing a bit towards the end. Noticing the pack was light, Gabriel tried to lure her away from the table as he thought about the idea of drinking with her. Not even going for his shades, Gabriel spoke softly as he thought over it; "We can make it a date, maybe, but less uniforms. I'm sure you have some casual clothes," knowing that he would have to shop around for some casual clothes. Gabriel had a spare pair of his orange shades in his cargo pocket, his combat pair which had been with him for years. He was still pondering why his eyes were doing so well but that was in the back of his mind as he lived her wondering if he could get on her other side. A look of surprise crossed her face when he mentioned her sister, wondering how he knew of Samantha. She couldn’t help but chuckle knowing how predictable the woman was when they first met. “She held me at arms length at first, for a while. But if she had it her way, believe me, I’m sure her poor husband would have a beard for the rest of his life.” Laughing, she hadn’t seen her sister in quite a while, but remembered her being happy before. With luck, nothing had changed. Standing, she moved away from the table to join him, only to be surprised again. In a way, it made her realize just how long it had been since she’d left the CIC to do anything other than grab a quick bite or get some rack time. Alone. It shouldn’t have made her nervous, but it did though she hid it well enough. “Clothes, right. Just say when and it’s a date.” Smirking, she followed beside him, the coffee shop disappearing in the distance behind them. She had opted out of quarters on the base, instead finding a pleasantly quiet inn a few blocks away. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 6, 2019 19:22:19 GMT -6
Rolling up his sleeves a bit, there was hint of color possibly from a tattoo on both his forearms as he got up from the table. Michael was a bit scruffy but what was the likelihood that Demetria was related to Samantha as he picked up Demetria's pack; "Michael always kept me arm's length for that fear I suppose but Samantha seemed to change her preference maybe," laughing a bit towards the end. Noticing the pack was light, Gabriel tried to lure her away from the table as he thought about the idea of drinking with her. Not even going for his shades, Gabriel spoke softly as he thought over it; "We can make it a date, maybe, but less uniforms. I'm sure you have some casual clothes," knowing that he would have to shop around for some casual clothes. Gabriel had a spare pair of his orange shades in his cargo pocket, his combat pair which had been with him for years. He was still pondering why his eyes were doing so well but that was in the back of his mind as he lived her wondering if he could get on her other side. A look of surprise crossed her face when he mentioned her sister, wondering how he knew of Samantha. She couldn’t help but chuckle knowing how predictable the woman was when they first met. “She held me at arms length at first, for a while. But if she had it her way, believe me, I’m sure her poor husband would have a beard for the rest of his life.” Laughing, she hadn’t seen her sister in quite a while, but remembered her being happy before. With luck, nothing had changed. Standing, she moved away from the table to join him, only to be surprised again. In a way, it made her realize just how long it had been since she’d left the CIC to do anything other than grab a quick bite or get some rack time. Alone. It shouldn’t have made her nervous, but it did though she hid it well enough. “Clothes, right. Just say when and it’s a date.” Smirking, she followed beside him, the coffee shop disappearing in the distance behind them. She had opted out of quarters on the base, instead finding a pleasantly quiet inn a few blocks away. It had been sometime since Gabriel had done this, flirting thing or been with a woman outside of work, he hid his nervousness as he thought over the when. Unlike her, he would resort to an safe house that was in the city since he was minutes newer than her. It had been a good while since he had seen them but remembered seeing Michael with a shadow; "From what I remember, he was one of those Special Operators so I think a beard is a requirement." Thinking on the clothes to purchase, he figured casual wear would be good though he was still fishing in unfamiliar waters. To him, he felt that if he prolonged a good date for well this date then he would only be scratching the surface with her. He's made his fair share of mistakes and didn't want to make a mistake here as he turned towards the Inn's door; "How about tonight? I'll meet you right here and we'll go from there." |
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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 Jul 7, 2019 21:11:37 GMT -6
It had been sometime since Gabriel had done this, flirting thing or been with a woman outside of work, he hid his nervousness as he thought over the when. Unlike her, he would resort to an safe house that was in the city since he was minutes newer than her. It had been a good while since he had seen them but remembered seeing Michael with a shadow; "From what I remember, he was one of those Special Operators so I think a beard is a requirement." Thinking on the clothes to purchase, he figured casual wear would be good though he was still fishing in unfamiliar waters. To him, he felt that if he prolonged a good date for well this date then he would only be scratching the surface with her. He's made his fair share of mistakes and didn't want to make a mistake here as he turned towards the Inn's door; "How about tonight? I'll meet you right here and we'll go from there." There was plenty of time to prepare, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to somewhat panic. She hadn’t expected any of this when she put in for leave to Kobol, not that it was anything to complain about. It was only Demetria’s hope that it wouldn’t end in her embarrassing herself in front of him. It was bad enough being so out of touch with people that she didn’t work with on a daily basis, and she knew if Samantha could see the way she was squirming now, she would surely laugh. When they reached the Inn and came to a stop, she took her pack and nodded in thanks. It was fairly light, with only a few pairs of clothes and folded uniforms. “I’ll see you at sunset then. Unless you change your mind,” she smirked jokingly. She had no intentions of getting cold feet at the last moment, but realized she’d have to find something more acceptable to wear now. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 7, 2019 22:38:46 GMT -6
It had been sometime since Gabriel had done this, flirting thing or been with a woman outside of work, he hid his nervousness as he thought over the when. Unlike her, he would resort to an safe house that was in the city since he was minutes newer than her. It had been a good while since he had seen them but remembered seeing Michael with a shadow; "From what I remember, he was one of those Special Operators so I think a beard is a requirement." Thinking on the clothes to purchase, he figured casual wear would be good though he was still fishing in unfamiliar waters. To him, he felt that if he prolonged a good date for well this date then he would only be scratching the surface with her. He's made his fair share of mistakes and didn't want to make a mistake here as he turned towards the Inn's door; "How about tonight? I'll meet you right here and we'll go from there." There was plenty of time to prepare, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to somewhat panic. She hadn’t expected any of this when she put in for leave to Kobol, not that it was anything to complain about. It was only Demetria’s hope that it wouldn’t end in her embarrassing herself in front of him. It was bad enough being so out of touch with people that she didn’t work with on a daily basis, and she knew if Samantha could see the way she was squirming now, she would surely laugh. When they reached the Inn and came to a stop, she took her pack and nodded in thanks. It was fairly light, with only a few pairs of clothes and folded uniforms. “I’ll see you at sunset then. Unless you change your mind,” she smirked jokingly. She had no intentions of getting cold feet at the last moment, but realized she’d have to find something more acceptable to wear now. "I don't change my mind too often," knowing he'll have to use what cubits he had to buy clothes unlike her but he held onto his panic. Watching her go inside, Gabriel noticed a few messages on his watch which he tapped to access with a message from Chris which he ignored before pulling up one from the General. The message had an address with a code and mentioning a gift which was at least a starting point. Reaching into his pocket for his combat orange shades, it was a bit disorienting for a moment but that faded. Jogging to the nearest apparel store, it had been ages since he's been out shopping for clothes since his clothes have been military issued. Spending four hundred cubits on jeans as well as shirts and even some shoes with a leather pack to put it all in. Heading to the address, Gabriel was looking forward to the date though he would have to ditch the sunglasses. |
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Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge
Terran Defense Forces 
Chief Weapons Officer
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Post by Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge on Jul 9, 2019 15:21:11 GMT -6
Surprised by the two of them, he had fought alongside of them but maybe they lost memory of that. Having Victor and Rebecca leave with the doctor, Chris had the final vehicle that had been set aside for them since this would be their vehicle for a while. Fixing his jacket, he knew Gabriel would be returning here so they would have to stay past the deadline; "Get your gear together and I'll meet you at the truck," seeing Tom and Liam simply nod Heading out to the truck, Chris loaded up Gabriel's gear before tossing his own gear in the back. Climbing into the vehicle, he noticed right away that it was running off of hydrogen which was something that they could implement at the outposts that the Terrans had setup. Relaxing in the truck, this was definitely different than a humvee which could mean that the Terrans have big expectations for Bravo Squad. Sending an alert to General Thrax, Liam was aware of the timeline while gathering the bulk of his combat gear. Placing his gear in the back, he climbed into the truck with Tom in the backseat as civilian vehicles came in through the gates. Turning to the Police Chief, Liam handed over the base before turning to Chris; "Thrax has given the Tauron residence and a ride so let's get going." Rolling up the window, the truck began to leave the base as more police vehicles rolled in with other emergency vehicles. Their old home would be the headquarters for the emergency services for the city. |
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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 Jul 9, 2019 22:50:15 GMT -6
"I don't change my mind too often," knowing he'll have to use what cubits he had to buy clothes unlike her but he held onto his panic. Watching her go inside, Gabriel noticed a few messages on his watch which he tapped to access with a message from Chris which he ignored before pulling up one from the General. The message had an address with a code and mentioning a gift which was at least a starting point. Reaching into his pocket for his combat orange shades, it was a bit disorienting for a moment but that faded. Jogging to the nearest apparel store, it had been ages since he's been out shopping for clothes since his clothes have been military issued. Spending four hundred cubits on jeans as well as shirts and even some shoes with a leather pack to put it all in. Heading to the address, Gabriel was looking forward to the date though he would have to ditch the sunglasses. It had been almost an hour or so since he'd left to get ready, and Demetria could feel herself panicking again. She had nothing more than clothes for sleeping, uniforms, and a couple pairs of old jeans. Nothing that felt proper enough for a date. It meant hurrying through the bustling streets to the boutique on the corner down past the Inn, searching until she was satisfied with the outfit, and then getting back in time for a shower. Sunset was half an hour away when she found herself dashing through the room. Blonde hair was loosely braided, tucked over the shoulder, a light shade of blush staining her cheeks. She had settled on a black lacy pencil skirt and light blue blouse to compliment her eyes. But as time passed, and with each passing glance in the mirror, the Lieutenant doubted herself. It was too much, or it wasn't enough. And as much as she wanted to change even the smallest detail, there was no time, with the sun beginning to set in the distance, hues of orange and pink highlighting the sky. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 9, 2019 23:10:36 GMT -6
"I don't change my mind too often," knowing he'll have to use what cubits he had to buy clothes unlike her but he held onto his panic. Watching her go inside, Gabriel noticed a few messages on his watch which he tapped to access with a message from Chris which he ignored before pulling up one from the General. The message had an address with a code and mentioning a gift which was at least a starting point. Reaching into his pocket for his combat orange shades, it was a bit disorienting for a moment but that faded. Jogging to the nearest apparel store, it had been ages since he's been out shopping for clothes since his clothes have been military issued. Spending four hundred cubits on jeans as well as shirts and even some shoes with a leather pack to put it all in. Heading to the address, Gabriel was looking forward to the date though he would have to ditch the sunglasses. It had been almost an hour or so since he'd left to get ready, and Demetria could feel herself panicking again. She had nothing more than clothes for sleeping, uniforms, and a couple pairs of old jeans. Nothing that felt proper enough for a date. It meant hurrying through the bustling streets to the boutique on the corner down past the Inn, searching until she was satisfied with the outfit, and then getting back in time for a shower. Sunset was half an hour away when she found herself dashing through the room. Blonde hair was loosely braided, tucked over the shoulder, a light shade of blush staining her cheeks. She had settled on a black lacy pencil skirt and light blue blouse to compliment her eyes. But as time passed, and with each passing glance in the mirror, the Lieutenant doubted herself. It was too much, or it wasn't enough. And as much as she wanted to change even the smallest detail, there was no time, with the sun beginning to set in the distance, hues of orange and pink highlighting the sky. Arriving soon outside the Inn, Gabe left the car running as he got out to lean against the side. It was better than the car he had on Tauron before everything became broken and smoldering. Kobol had a certain charm to it since certain angles had each constellation but never all of them. The car didn't interrupt his dwelling as it ran silent with the lights flipping on while the car sat with him noticing the after glow coming from the body. It took time for him to piece this together and then he remembered that she mentioned pints and wondered if he'll remember the night. Gabe hadn't drank in a while not that he's never had a reason but never a partner since it was boring alone. It was like dancing...something else he hasn't done in a while and terrible experience from what he could remember. |
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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 Jul 10, 2019 0:17:41 GMT -6
Arriving soon outside the Inn, Gabe left the car running as he got out to lean against the side. It was better than the car he had on Tauron before everything became broken and smoldering. Kobol had a certain charm to it since certain angles had each constellation but never all of them. The car didn't interrupt his dwelling as it ran silent with the lights flipping on while the car sat with him noticing the after glow coming from the body. It took time for him to piece this together and then he remembered that she mentioned pints and wondered if he'll remember the night. Gabe hadn't drank in a while not that he's never had a reason but never a partner since it was boring alone. It was like dancing...something else he hasn't done in a while and terrible experience from what he could remember. Slipping into a pair of black flats, she added a small touch of perfume before flipping off the lights and heading downstairs. Demetria felt pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to see him standing out at the entrance already waiting. As she moved closer, she had no shame in taking a moment to admire how well he had cleaned up. Not that there was anything wrong before. "Very nice. The car doesn't look half bad either," she smirked, lightly trailing her hand along the hood. They had yet to leave, but she could slowly feel the nervousness and distress leave her body. Whatever the night held for them, she was determined not to screw it up. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 10, 2019 0:28:24 GMT -6
Arriving soon outside the Inn, Gabe left the car running as he got out to lean against the side. It was better than the car he had on Tauron before everything became broken and smoldering. Kobol had a certain charm to it since certain angles had each constellation but never all of them. The car didn't interrupt his dwelling as it ran silent with the lights flipping on while the car sat with him noticing the after glow coming from the body. It took time for him to piece this together and then he remembered that she mentioned pints and wondered if he'll remember the night. Gabe hadn't drank in a while not that he's never had a reason but never a partner since it was boring alone. It was like dancing...something else he hasn't done in a while and terrible experience from what he could remember. Slipping into a pair of black flats, she added a small touch of perfume before flipping off the lights and heading downstairs. Demetria felt pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to see him standing out at the entrance already waiting. As she moved closer, she had no shame in taking a moment to admire how well he had cleaned up. Not that there was anything wrong before. "Very nice. The car doesn't look half bad either," she smirked, lightly trailing her hand along the hood. They had yet to leave, but she could slowly feel the nervousness and distress leave her body. Whatever the night held for them, she was determined not to screw it up. Surprised by her, he slowly trailed behind her as he used the fob to open the door for her to start the night off right. Speaking softly as he closed the door behind her, only hours ago he saw her in the uniform so maybe he'll see a new side of her; "We try and you look pretty amazing yourself." Slipping into the vehicle on the otherside, he turned to her as he pondered on this restaurant she had in mind; "So where are we going," keeping his shades in a cubby hole to keep from scratched by her though even that could change with alcohol. The shades had an orange hue so he could see a wider spectrum of color though his eyes were improving just not with his disability. |
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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 Jul 12, 2019 23:35:03 GMT -6
[Surprised by her, he slowly trailed behind her as he used the fob to open the door for her to start the night off right. Speaking softly as he closed the door behind her, only hours ago he saw her in the uniform so maybe he'll see a new side of her; "We try and you look pretty amazing yourself." Slipping into the vehicle on the otherside, he turned to her as he pondered on this restaurant she had in mind; "So where are we going," keeping his shades in a cubby hole to keep from scratched by her though even that could change with alcohol. The shades had an orange hue so he could see a wider spectrum of color though his eyes were improving just not with his disability. "Three blocks down, take a right. It's the last building on the left." Smiling, she peered out the window momentarily as they sped off down the streets. She was surprised at everything that had been built in the city in such a short time, wondering what Kobol would be like in a few short years. It was a big planet, but if more people preferred it to life on the Colonies or something were to happen to their homes again after the Cylon attacks, it would become overcrowded quickly. Glancing over at Gabriel, she was glad to see that he had traveled to Kobol, thinking that their first encounter would be the last. It was certainly a surprise running into him here, considering she'd been looking for someone else completely. "This place has a way of making you forget what you left behind. Almost makes you want to stay, in a way." |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 13, 2019 0:16:25 GMT -6
[Surprised by her, he slowly trailed behind her as he used the fob to open the door for her to start the night off right. Speaking softly as he closed the door behind her, only hours ago he saw her in the uniform so maybe he'll see a new side of her; "We try and you look pretty amazing yourself." Slipping into the vehicle on the otherside, he turned to her as he pondered on this restaurant she had in mind; "So where are we going," keeping his shades in a cubby hole to keep from scratched by her though even that could change with alcohol. The shades had an orange hue so he could see a wider spectrum of color though his eyes were improving just not with his disability. "Three blocks down, take a right. It's the last building on the left." Smiling, she peered out the window momentarily as they sped off down the streets. She was surprised at everything that had been built in the city in such a short time, wondering what Kobol would be like in a few short years. It was a big planet, but if more people preferred it to life on the Colonies or something were to happen to their homes again after the Cylon attacks, it would become overcrowded quickly. Glancing over at Gabriel, she was glad to see that he had traveled to Kobol, thinking that their first encounter would be the last. It was certainly a surprise running into him here, considering she'd been looking for someone else completely. "This place has a way of making you forget what you left behind. Almost makes you want to stay, in a way." Taking his time, he had thought of Kobol of a place of privilege since the scripture and he wasn't alone but there was so much work to do at home. Granted this city has grown in the short time, the Terrans had done a lot in a short time...but he wasn't going to focus on that. Slowly pulling up to the restaurant, turning to Demetria as he thought over the statement; "I'd stay if I had someone to stay for, otherwise, working with the Terrans would be quite boring. And it's difficult to have tea alone. We're here." Turning off the car, he stepped out and soon opened the door for her as he soon locked the car. Placing his watch on silent while walking in with her, Gabe was always cautious about new places but was surprised how quickly they were seated with so many here. Speaking up a bit, he knew this would be the one chance for them to get to know each other better than their meeting on Terra; "Other than the Battlestar, what's preventing you from staying, if you could." |
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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 Jul 15, 2019 0:12:38 GMT -6
Taking his time, he had thought of Kobol of a place of privilege since the scripture and he wasn't alone but there was so much work to do at home. Granted this city has grown in the short time, the Terrans had done a lot in a short time...but he wasn't going to focus on that. Slowly pulling up to the restaurant, turning to Demetria as he thought over the statement; "I'd stay if I had someone to stay for, otherwise, working with the Terrans would be quite boring. And it's difficult to have tea alone. We're here." Turning off the car, he stepped out and soon opened the door for her as he soon locked the car. Placing his watch on silent while walking in with her, Gabe was always cautious about new places but was surprised how quickly they were seated with so many here. Speaking up a bit, he knew this would be the one chance for them to get to know each other better than their meeting on Terra; "Other than the Battlestar, what's preventing you from staying, if you could." Ordering two beers, she pondered his words for a moment while they waited. Demetria understood his reasoning all too well. There was no point in leaving everything behind to take on a new world, unsure if success was possible or not. Her whole reasoning for joining the ship was to be closer to her sister, the opportunity they’d missed all through their youth. Since then, the two never really had the chance, with duty always coming first. Maybe she never would be able to get close enough, and that thought alone hurt her, though she wouldn’t allow it to ruin the evening. “I suppose nothing would keep me from being here one day. I stay there for Samantha, though I’m not sure that’s what she wants.” As soon as the server passed by with their drinks, she picked her glass up to take a hearty gulp of the dark colored brew. “What’s keeping you from leaving Tauron? Besides it being home, I mean.” She was curious as to what kind of hold Tauron had on Gabriel. If it had been someone else, they wouldn’t be here now. Then again, she couldn’t recall him mentioning anyone on Terra, in the short amount of the time they’d had over tea and coffee. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 15, 2019 0:36:55 GMT -6
Taking his time, he had thought of Kobol of a place of privilege since the scripture and he wasn't alone but there was so much work to do at home. Granted this city has grown in the short time, the Terrans had done a lot in a short time...but he wasn't going to focus on that. Slowly pulling up to the restaurant, turning to Demetria as he thought over the statement; "I'd stay if I had someone to stay for, otherwise, working with the Terrans would be quite boring. And it's difficult to have tea alone. We're here." Turning off the car, he stepped out and soon opened the door for her as he soon locked the car. Placing his watch on silent while walking in with her, Gabe was always cautious about new places but was surprised how quickly they were seated with so many here. Speaking up a bit, he knew this would be the one chance for them to get to know each other better than their meeting on Terra; "Other than the Battlestar, what's preventing you from staying, if you could." Ordering two beers, she pondered his words for a moment while they waited. Demetria understood his reasoning all too well. There was no point in leaving everything behind to take on a new world, unsure if success was possible or not. Her whole reasoning for joining the ship was to be closer to her sister, the opportunity they’d missed all through their youth. Since then, the two never really had the chance, with duty always coming first. Maybe she never would be able to get close enough, and that thought alone hurt her, though she wouldn’t allow it to ruin the evening. “I suppose nothing would keep me from being here one day. I stay there for Samantha, though I’m not sure that’s what she wants.” As soon as the server passed by with their drinks, she picked her glass up to take a hearty gulp of the dark colored brew. “What’s keeping you from leaving Tauron? Besides it being home, I mean.” She was curious as to what kind of hold Tauron had on Gabriel. If it had been someone else, they wouldn’t be here now. Then again, she couldn’t recall him mentioning anyone on Terra, in the short amount of the time they’d had over tea and coffee. Ordering some appetizers, he found drinking on an empty stomach was a terrible call in the long run. Taking a sip as the chips and salsa arrived, he took a chip in hand as he dipped it into the salsa. His connection with Tauron was a tenuous one, there was nothing there for him and no one but stayed cause there was nowhere else to go. The only reason he traveled to Terra was for the eye surgery but he left for a dying planet that required a lot of work. Clearing his throat, he took another bit of beer as he rubbed his hand on his left pant leg; "There really isn't anything. I was married at one point, she left before I went to Terra and I came back to nothing. Other than being home, it's a reminder of what happened and rather make new memories." His previous marriage was that of an arranged marriage that is a rare custom on Tauron and went as well as one could expect. Releasing from his past, he knew that Samantha must be on Kobol since last reports have Michael here; "No more about my past, after all, you've probably seen more than me. Never figured you were the type for a dark brew beer." |
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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 Jul 19, 2019 1:24:48 GMT -6
Ordering some appetizers, he found drinking on an empty stomach was a terrible call in the long run. Taking a sip as the chips and salsa arrived, he took a chip in hand as he dipped it into the salsa. His connection with Tauron was a tenuous one, there was nothing there for him and no one but stayed cause there was nowhere else to go. The only reason he traveled to Terra was for the eye surgery but he left for a dying planet that required a lot of work. Clearing his throat, he took another bit of beer as he rubbed his hand on his left pant leg; "There really isn't anything. I was married at one point, she left before I went to Terra and I came back to nothing. Other than being home, it's a reminder of what happened and rather make new memories." His previous marriage was that of an arranged marriage that is a rare custom on Tauron and went as well as one could expect. Releasing from his past, he knew that Samantha must be on Kobol since last reports have Michael here; "No more about my past, after all, you've probably seen more than me. Never figured you were the type for a dark brew beer." It shouldn't have been much of a surprise that he was married before. But judging from the tone, and wanting to move away from the subject, she could assume that it ended badly and just leave it at that. Whatever had happened, she regretted that it seemed to leave a hole in him. Demetria had never been married, and couldn't put herself in Gabriel's shoes to know how it felt for someone to walk away from what many considered to be a lifelong bond. But that didn't make her feel any less bad about it. "To new memories, then." Picking up a chip, she nibbled on it, thinking back to her own life before the fleet. After leaving Sagittaron to relocate to Virgon, she'd spent the majority of her childhood following closely at her mother's side, in the hopes that she'd one day take the woman's place running one of the research facilities, something gifted by a father who could rarely show his face. It was a sore subject, one that wouldn't be brought up now especially. It wasn't about the past for them, but rather a fresh start; an open book with blank pages. Looking down at her glass, she picked it up to take another sip, turning her focus back to him. "The dark beer here reminds me of the stuff back home. Tastes nearly identical to Virgon Brew. But pick your poison, they have anything you could ever want," she smirked, taking a moment to look over the items on the menu. |
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