Seaside Corinth; 100 Block

[Gen. Jack Thrax]

The 100 Block section on New Corinth's seaside is home to Military support housing, VIP residential housing and privilege Terran housing.



Modular design, these home design is built to withstand storms as well as maintaining the common amenities. Incorporating water the design, the home is meant to aid those not so open to the ocean which is nearby for others longing for the water.



The homes are fully customizable with furniture provided by 3D printers and some stored on both the Drax Star as well as imported from the Colonies.



For those without big families, the floor plans are open with the bedrooms and bathrooms located on the upper level. The house can either be open to the environment or closed with each unit having a secondary power source when and if power is offline.

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

During the flight, he watched her slowly fall asleep and he knew no matter how long he was in there that she didn't sleep but worried the entire time. If they're rules was reversed,  he would've done the same since he can't stand hospitals much like she can't either. Waiting for the pilot to land, he slowly picked her up carefully with the pilot behind him with their belongings. Taking it slow, the pilot opened the door as they left their things inside leaving him to close the door behind him with her in his arms; careful not to wake her. He knew of the impending lecture that he would get about him being weaker and her going on about her Tauron strength; a lecture that he could easily avoid.

Keeping the lights off, he slowly started up the marble open stairs to the upper level and soon to the bedroom where he gently laid her down. Removing the tray, he carefully and quietly set it on the night stand behind turning to the control panel on the wall. Keeping everything on sleep mode, he kept it cool inside before realizing he never gave her a blanket. Undoing the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, he carefully drafted it over her as he quietly removed his shoes and realized getting into bed was going to challenging. Even being a King size bed, every action had to be carefully planned otherwise this was for nothing. Carefully easing onto the bed, within a minute he was on the bed and she was still asleep...damn this bed is really comfortable. Slowly drifting asleep, the cool air reminded him of Terra as he slept with her just barely out of arms reach.

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jun 4, 2019 0:31:53 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

During the flight, he watched her slowly fall asleep and he knew no matter how long he was in there that she didn't sleep but worried the entire time. If they're rules was reversed,  he would've done the same since he can't stand hospitals much like she can't either. Waiting for the pilot to land, he slowly picked her up carefully with the pilot behind him with their belongings. Taking it slow, the pilot opened the door as they left their things inside leaving him to close the door behind him with her in his arms; careful not to wake her. He knew of the impending lecture that he would get about him being weaker and her going on about her Tauron strength; a lecture that he could easily avoid.

Keeping the lights off, he slowly started up the marble open stairs to the upper level and soon to the bedroom where he gently laid her down. Removing the tray, he carefully and quietly set it on the night stand behind turning to the control panel on the wall. Keeping everything on sleep mode, he kept it cool inside before realizing he never gave her a blanket. Undoing the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, he carefully drafted it over her as he quietly removed his shoes and realized getting into bed was going to challenging. Even being a King size bed, every action had to be carefully planned otherwise this was for nothing. Carefully easing onto the bed, within a minute he was on the bed and she was still asleep...damn this bed is really comfortable. Slowly drifting asleep, the cool air reminded him of Terra as he slept with her just barely out of arms reach.

It was the first time she had truly gotten much sleep since before the bunker, when his A.I. had been taken out. Sam had been so exhausted that she didn't remember falling asleep on the transport, or how they managed to get there. But when she woke, she felt panic wash over her. She felt alone in a strange place, only to turn over and see Michael asleep as well. It felt like hours had passed as she lay awake, quietly watching him. It hurt to know what he'd been through over the years, knowing that she hadn't been able to help him. In a way, she knew that her worrying was likely suffocating to him, even though she wished it could be different. Now that it was over, she wanted nothing more than things to be right for them.

Moving forward, Sam gently placed a kiss on his forehead before crawling out of the bed. The place was vastly different from the one on Terra, but the views were equally gorgeous. It wasn't much longer until sunrise, but for the moment, she was mesmerized by the water, the waves crashing against the rocks. It took her back to the beaches of Terra where they'd spent quite a bit of time, when she was on shore leave or they were fighting for even just a few moments together without some disaster pulling them apart. Sighing, she wandered through the quiet flat until she found the kitchen, and the coffee. With two cups in hand, Sam returned to the bedroom, placing one cup on the nightstand for Michael. She took a seat at the foot of the bed, watching as the sun slowly began to rise.

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Hard asleep, he was dreaming of a part of the old Gondwana Hillside that he apparently visited often but unlike before he was an observer. The dream was fractured but noticed that he was in his military fatigues as he walked through a massive field with a Marine beside him. Approaching this young girl, he was talking with her but oddly enough couldn't hear the words but saw he had given her a bracelet that had Samantha's birth stone embedded into it...mhmm the smell of coffee had pulled him out of the dream. Waking, the transition between these memories and conciousness was a lot smoother but his mind was helping him piece together some of these more damaged memories. 

Finding her at the foot of the bed, the house itself began to wake up as the back of the home began to open with the glass unhinging to gently move into a gap between the ceiling. Sitting behind her, he could tell that she had been stressed but sadly enough, he had a limited understanding concerning why. Slowly placing his hands on her shoulders, he whispered as he started a slow massage; "Place is a lot bigger than that apartment on Terra though its been a while since its been just...just us."

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

The sudden touch startled her slightly, but it didn’t take long for Sam to relax. She’d been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard him wake. The new place was bigger, but without the memories of Terra and their hike there. She remembered many nights curling up on the couch with a few beers, and then her being the one to fall asleep first. This place could be that, unless they decided to move on from it. ”It’s been too long. We been running from everything so much that we forgot to appreciate that we still have each other.”

She couldn’t hardly recall the last time they had actually been alone, without one of them being confined to a hospital bed, or being called away on some mission. And with Bones always lingering, it felt like they were never truly alone, not that she would say it. She knew he carried enough with what happened, and for now, she only wanted peace for them both. ”I could go make breakfast, if you like. Much better than whatever I’m sure they were serving back at that hospital,” she smirked, finishing the coffee that remained in her cup.

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Jun 5, 2019 23:24:35 GMT -6 Rear Admiral Samantha Martin said:

The sudden touch startled her slightly, but it didn’t take long for Sam to relax. She’d been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard him wake. The new place was bigger, but without the memories of Terra and their hike there. She remembered many nights curling up on the couch with a few beers, and then her being the one to fall asleep first. This place could be that, unless they decided to move on from it. ”It’s been too long. We been running from everything so much that we forgot to appreciate that we still have each other.”

She couldn’t hardly recall the last time they had actually been alone, without one of them being confined to a hospital bed, or being called away on some mission. And with Bones always lingering, it felt like they were never truly alone, not that she would say it. She knew he carried enough with what happened, and for now, she only wanted peace for them both. ”I could go make breakfast, if you like. Much better than whatever I’m sure they were serving back at that hospital,” she smirked, finishing the coffee that remained in her cup.

Feeling that sharp tension followed by her relaxing, he knew she still adjusting to this new normalcy. Speaking softly as he got up, picking up his cold cup of coffee with her near empty one; "Well, you're going to have to trust that it's me and not him here cause I'm going to need your help getting through this," he knew cooking helped ease both of them. Funny enough, their first date included beers and his cooking which was comparably different from her cooking.

Walking down the stairs, the lights started coming on with him placing the cups in the sink while he took out the quintessential breakfast items. Spotting her coming down the stairs, he knew she had already been down here for the coffee as he leaned against the island; "Didn't really have much at the hospital other than the procedure and last time you cooked you made toast into body armor."

Smiling, he poured two glasses of orange juice and mixed it to make a mimosa for the two of them; "Start fresh," pausing as he took a sip of his drink, "Hi, I'm Michael."

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jun 6, 2019 1:46:22 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Feeling that sharp tension followed by her relaxing, he knew she still adjusting to this new normalcy. Speaking softly as he got up, picking up his cold cup of coffee with her near empty one; "Well, you're going to have to trust that it's me and not him here cause I'm going to need your help getting through this," he knew cooking helped ease both of them. Funny enough, their first date included beers and his cooking which was comparably different from her cooking.

Walking down the stairs, the lights started coming on with him placing the cups in the sink while he took out the quintessential breakfast items. Spotting her coming down the stairs, he knew she had already been down here for the coffee as he leaned against the island; "Didn't really have much at the hospital other than the procedure and last time you cooked you made toast into body armor."

Smiling, he poured two glasses of orange juice and mixed it to make a mimosa for the two of them; "Start fresh," pausing as he took a sip of his drink, "Hi, I'm Michael."

Trust that it's me and not him... There had never been much lack in trust when it came to Michael, but Bones was another story. Sam trusted that he was gone now, and regardless, she hadn't planned on leaving him. She was sure there was still doubt looming, after she'd left on Terra before, and left him to face his own demons. Some small part of her had to as well, but it had never made it any easier. She always regretted leaving, determined that it would never happen again.

"It's a good thing you didn't marry me for my cooking, then," she began, brow raising as a smirk followed, "But I can assure you, it's improved over the years." Pausing for a moment, she took time to look over the items on the counter. While making coffee earlier, she'd seen that there were already various cuts of meat and fresh fish in the fridge, along with vegetables and other things imported in. Cooking hadn't been on her mind that much growing up, having spent the majority of her time accompanying her father to business meetings. Sure, she picked up things from a few of the old Tauron wives, but as she grew, it was replaced with burdens to make her father proud, and training before she joined the fleet. Now, she knew more than enough, so he wouldn't have to worry about burnt toast.

Taking one of the glasses, she took a long sip, savoring the long forgotten taste. "I'm Samantha," she tipped her glass in return, taking another sip. "Come here often?" Sam waited a moment before snickering. It almost did feel like a fresh start. She remembered climbing on the back of his bike all those years ago, something her father would have chided her for. Yet, she knew he would have liked Michael anyway.

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Jun 12, 2019 0:00:46 GMT -6 Rear Admiral Samantha Martin said:

Jun 6, 2019 1:46:22 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Feeling that sharp tension followed by her relaxing, he knew she still adjusting to this new normalcy. Speaking softly as he got up, picking up his cold cup of coffee with her near empty one; "Well, you're going to have to trust that it's me and not him here cause I'm going to need your help getting through this," he knew cooking helped ease both of them. Funny enough, their first date included beers and his cooking which was comparably different from her cooking.

Walking down the stairs, the lights started coming on with him placing the cups in the sink while he took out the quintessential breakfast items. Spotting her coming down the stairs, he knew she had already been down here for the coffee as he leaned against the island; "Didn't really have much at the hospital other than the procedure and last time you cooked you made toast into body armor."

Smiling, he poured two glasses of orange juice and mixed it to make a mimosa for the two of them; "Start fresh," pausing as he took a sip of his drink, "Hi, I'm Michael."

Trust that it's me and not him... There had never been much lack in trust when it came to Michael, but Bones was another story. Sam trusted that he was gone now, and regardless, she hadn't planned on leaving him. She was sure there was still doubt looming, after she'd left on Terra before, and left him to face his own demons. Some small part of her had to as well, but it had never made it any easier. She always regretted leaving, determined that it would never happen again.

"It's a good thing you didn't marry me for my cooking, then," she began, brow raising as a smirk followed, "But I can assure you, it's improved over the years." Pausing for a moment, she took time to look over the items on the counter. While making coffee earlier, she'd seen that there were already various cuts of meat and fresh fish in the fridge, along with vegetables and other things imported in. Cooking hadn't been on her mind that much growing up, having spent the majority of her time accompanying her father to business meetings. Sure, she picked up things from a few of the old Tauron wives, but as she grew, it was replaced with burdens to make her father proud, and training before she joined the fleet. Now, she knew more than enough, so he wouldn't have to worry about burnt toast.

Taking one of the glasses, she took a long sip, savoring the long forgotten taste. "I'm Samantha," she tipped her glass in return, taking another sip. "Come here often?" Sam waited a moment before snickering. It almost did feel like a fresh start. She remembered climbing on the back of his bike all those years ago, something her father would have chided her for. Yet, she knew he would have liked Michael anyway.

Chuckling, he finished off his drink but carefully hid that he had felt guilt not about Bones' fate but about himself. Their marriage, their relationship, hadn't been the smoothest with Bones around and it had trust hard to come by. She had opened his eyes to a larger world of possibilities and he had loved her for that even more. Kobol could be that real second chance, an opportunity to rebuild not just the trust but each other and maybe bridge the gap that Bones created.

Smirking as he placed his hands on her hips, standing behind her as he savored her scent which had been something so distant for so long; "Not as often as I like but finally decided to give it all up for a woman that apparently you share both name and that sweet aroma with. She might get feisty if she knew," smiling as he ran his thumbs on her lower back. Briefing glancing down at his hands, he could see a red stain as he moved his hands to the sink to wash them off but as soon as he turned on the water the red stain was gone.

The one thing he had been holding back was the dream since he wasn't going to startle her with it till he was certain that it wasn't a trick. Certain details such as the birth stone, he knew that was in her quarters on the Independence but why hide this from him? Yes, Michael wanted to have a child and she did too but he knew how important Amelia was to her and a chance to bring her happiness...but he needed to know that this wasn't another trick by Bones.

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jun 12, 2019 10:13:39 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Chuckling, he finished off his drink but carefully hid that he had felt guilt not about Bones' fate but about himself. Their marriage, their relationship, hadn't been the smoothest with Bones around and it had trust hard to come by. She had opened his eyes to a larger world of possibilities and he had loved her for that even more. Kobol could be that real second chance, an opportunity to rebuild not just the trust but each other and maybe bridge the gap that Bones created.

Smirking as he placed his hands on her hips, standing behind her as he savored her scent which had been something so distant for so long; "Not as often as I like but finally decided to give it all up for a woman that apparently you share both name and that sweet aroma with. She might get feisty if she knew," smiling as he ran his thumbs on her lower back. Briefing glancing down at his hands, he could see a red stain as he moved his hands to the sink to wash them off but as soon as he turned on the water the red stain was gone.

The one thing he had been holding back was the dream since he wasn't going to startle her with it till he was certain that it wasn't a trick. Certain details such as the birth stone, he knew that was in her quarters on the Independence but why hide this from him? Yes, Michael wanted to have a child and she did too but he knew how important Amelia was to her and a chance to bring her happiness...but he needed to know that this wasn't another trick by Bones.

"Kobol is a beautiful place, but be careful. She bites." Smirking, she didn't shy away from his touch or stiffen, taking comfort in it instead. For so long they had been apart, making her sometimes wonder where they stood. It was no one's fault but Bones, and she took comfort in the fact that he hadn't been able to completely drive a wedge between them. There was a lot ahead of them to overcome, but at least now they had that chance. She only hated that his removal had caused Michael to suffer.

"I take it your wife doesn't like to share then," she began, turning around just as he let go and moved towards the sink. "I guess she and I have that in common as well, it seems." Setting her glass down, she walked over to the counter to start a fresh pot of coffee before slowly approaching Michael. Sam wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his back. When she closed her eyes, she could picture them back on the ship when he had joined her. There were many times she'd never wanted to leave her rack, feeling as though she could have stayed there in his arms forever. They were younger then, not burdened with what they were now.

"And just how feisty would she get now, hm?" Lightly laughing, she began to softly place small kisses against him.

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Jun 20, 2019 0:28:52 GMT -6 Rear Admiral Samantha Martin said:

Jun 12, 2019 10:13:39 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Chuckling, he finished off his drink but carefully hid that he had felt guilt not about Bones' fate but about himself. Their marriage, their relationship, hadn't been the smoothest with Bones around and it had trust hard to come by. She had opened his eyes to a larger world of possibilities and he had loved her for that even more. Kobol could be that real second chance, an opportunity to rebuild not just the trust but each other and maybe bridge the gap that Bones created.

Smirking as he placed his hands on her hips, standing behind her as he savored her scent which had been something so distant for so long; "Not as often as I like but finally decided to give it all up for a woman that apparently you share both name and that sweet aroma with. She might get feisty if she knew," smiling as he ran his thumbs on her lower back. Briefing glancing down at his hands, he could see a red stain as he moved his hands to the sink to wash them off but as soon as he turned on the water the red stain was gone.

The one thing he had been holding back was the dream since he wasn't going to startle her with it till he was certain that it wasn't a trick. Certain details such as the birth stone, he knew that was in her quarters on the Independence but why hide this from him? Yes, Michael wanted to have a child and she did too but he knew how important Amelia was to her and a chance to bring her happiness...but he needed to know that this wasn't another trick by Bones.

"Kobol is a beautiful place, but be careful. She bites." Smirking, she didn't shy away from his touch or stiffen, taking comfort in it instead. For so long they had been apart, making her sometimes wonder where they stood. It was no one's fault but Bones, and she took comfort in the fact that he hadn't been able to completely drive a wedge between them. There was a lot ahead of them to overcome, but at least now they had that chance. She only hated that his removal had caused Michael to suffer.

"I take it your wife doesn't like to share then," she began, turning around just as he let go and moved towards the sink. "I guess she and I have that in common as well, it seems." Setting her glass down, she walked over to the counter to start a fresh pot of coffee before slowly approaching Michael. Sam wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his back. When she closed her eyes, she could picture them back on the ship when he had joined her. There were many times she'd never wanted to leave her rack, feeling as though she could have stayed there in his arms forever. They were younger then, not burdened with what they were now.

"And just how feisty would she get now, hm?" Lightly laughing, she began to softly place small kisses against him.

Drying off his hands, he was smiling for she had the upper hand on him and everything just melted away. She's always had the upper hand on him since they met which could be why they're so compatible with each other. Biting his lower lip, she knew exactly where to go and he knew the perfect foreplay for her as he answered her; "We can find out how feisty in a second since last time you worn a little outfit and sat on the table."

Turning around, he lifted her up and noticed that maybe she was probably a step ahead as he placed her against the wall. He knew she loved it rough since the first time since she dug deep into his back, whispering between kisses as he kissed along her neck; "Apparently this place is perfect since you've been known to bite and if I remember correctly I rescued you here."

Okay that was one of his better moments on Kobol but this could easily top it since it had been a while since it was just them. No one to barge in, no calls from the CIC or anyone else just them in this house. Not an apartment or steel crew quarters but an actual house...maybe Kobol was dangerous but the most dangerous elements were right here. 

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jun 20, 2019 23:10:30 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Drying off his hands, he was smiling for she had the upper hand on him and everything just melted away. She's always had the upper hand on him since they met which could be why they're so compatible with each other. Biting his lower lip, she knew exactly where to go and he knew the perfect foreplay for her as he answered her; "We can find out how feisty in a second since last time you worn a little outfit and sat on the table."

Turning around, he lifted her up and noticed that maybe she was probably a step ahead as he placed her against the wall. He knew she loved it rough since the first time since she dug deep into his back, whispering between kisses as he kissed along her neck; "Apparently this place is perfect since you've been known to bite and if I remember correctly I rescued you here."

Okay that was one of his better moments on Kobol but this could easily top it since it had been a while since it was just them. No one to barge in, no calls from the CIC or anyone else just them in this house. Not an apartment or steel crew quarters but an actual house...maybe Kobol was dangerous but the most dangerous elements were right here. 

There was no time to protest when he picked her up, though a part of her wasn’t so sure that she could. She was surprised, and the last thing he needed was to push himself so soon. But now, Sam could feel the heat rush over her body with each kiss pressed against her skin. They’d spent so much time apart or busy, with only a kiss here and there to make due with, a touch that didn’t last and left her aching for the next. Being back together on Kobol was the first time they had gotten to be near each other in what felt like years. ”I don’t remember hearing you complain,” she smirked, whispering into his ear.

Pulling away for only a moment, Sam waited to catch his lips with hers, softly biting down on his bottom lip. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but to wonder how long until someone called or barged in with work orders or another mission. It seemed to be a habit, one of them getting called away or dragged into something else dangerous. Not wanting to dwell on it, she turned her attention back to him. ”I think we can both agree that breakfast is off the table for now. Maybe you can help me work up an appetite.”

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Jun 26, 2019 22:23:36 GMT -6 Rear Admiral Samantha Martin said:

Jun 20, 2019 23:10:30 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Drying off his hands, he was smiling for she had the upper hand on him and everything just melted away. She's always had the upper hand on him since they met which could be why they're so compatible with each other. Biting his lower lip, she knew exactly where to go and he knew the perfect foreplay for her as he answered her; "We can find out how feisty in a second since last time you worn a little outfit and sat on the table."

Turning around, he lifted her up and noticed that maybe she was probably a step ahead as he placed her against the wall. He knew she loved it rough since the first time since she dug deep into his back, whispering between kisses as he kissed along her neck; "Apparently this place is perfect since you've been known to bite and if I remember correctly I rescued you here."

Okay that was one of his better moments on Kobol but this could easily top it since it had been a while since it was just them. No one to barge in, no calls from the CIC or anyone else just them in this house. Not an apartment or steel crew quarters but an actual house...maybe Kobol was dangerous but the most dangerous elements were right here. 

There was no time to protest when he picked her up, though a part of her wasn’t so sure that she could. She was surprised, and the last thing he needed was to push himself so soon. But now, Sam could feel the heat rush over her body with each kiss pressed against her skin. They’d spent so much time apart or busy, with only a kiss here and there to make due with, a touch that didn’t last and left her aching for the next. Being back together on Kobol was the first time they had gotten to be near each other in what felt like years. ”I don’t remember hearing you complain,” she smirked, whispering into his ear.

Pulling away for only a moment, Sam waited to catch his lips with hers, softly biting down on his bottom lip. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but to wonder how long until someone called or barged in with work orders or another mission. It seemed to be a habit, one of them getting called away or dragged into something else dangerous. Not wanting to dwell on it, she turned her attention back to him. ”I think we can both agree that breakfast is off the table for now. Maybe you can help me work up an appetite.”

Smiling, he continued to kiss her but this felt more like muscle memory as he periodically saw an Eight instead of her. This must be bleed through from Bones as he lowered her while rotating his shoulder, knowing that he was pushing himself too far; "Maybe but maybe not break me this time around," still trying to figure out what Bones hid from him. 

Letting Samantha take lead, he saw himself in a high rise apartment with Marines below in the street but he wasn't there alone. Bones knew the woman, Isabella, they've known each other for a while and he had a tablet in hand. Turning away from the window, Isabella walked up to him with two glasses of white wine and now Michael could see that she was an Eight.

Taking the glass, Bones handed her the tablet with a classified stamp on the back; "I take it that the COMMs package worked?"

Shaking her head, Isabella set the glass down on the window seal before unzipping his combat vest; "Thank you for that, I trust your host has no idea about this?"

Lifting her chin to kiss her, Bones was confident by his resolve; "This or any other time. He's too focused on recordings and his Tauron wife than anything else. And gotta say smooth pick up with sending those Centurions after me."

Pushing him against the glass, Isabella had known Bones for years and knew he was more valuable than anything to her; "We could pull you out of that body, a body that I've grown accustomed to."

Laughing, Bones had lifted her up to lay her down in bed as he pulled off his shirt; "It won't work but once I have a way out then maybe we'll see."

Stopping, Michael dropped onto the ground as he felt his heart pumping out of his chest. He couldn't remember much from Alpheus cause Bones intentionally hid the fact that he was a traitor and always had been one. There was always something eating away but there had to be more considering customs would've found the Eight by now. Slowly getting up, he knew he pushed himself to restore the memory as he passed out halfway through with him falling back to the floor.

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jun 27, 2019 11:45:20 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Smiling, he continued to kiss her but this felt more like muscle memory as he periodically saw an Eight instead of her. This must be bleed through from Bones as he lowered her while rotating his shoulder, knowing that he was pushing himself too far; "Maybe but maybe not break me this time around," still trying to figure out what Bones hid from him. 

Letting Samantha take lead, he saw himself in a high rise apartment with Marines below in the street but he wasn't there alone. Bones knew the woman, Isabella, they've known each other for a while and he had a tablet in hand. Turning away from the window, Isabella walked up to him with two glasses of white wine and now Michael could see that she was an Eight.

Taking the glass, Bones handed her the tablet with a classified stamp on the back; "I take it that the COMMs package worked?"

Shaking her head, Isabella set the glass down on the window seal before unzipping his combat vest; "Thank you for that, I trust your host has no idea about this?"

Lifting her chin to kiss her, Bones was confident by his resolve; "This or any other time. He's too focused on recordings and his Tauron wife than anything else. And gotta say smooth pick up with sending those Centurions after me."

Pushing him against the glass, Isabella had known Bones for years and knew he was more valuable than anything to her; "We could pull you out of that body, a body that I've grown accustomed to."

Laughing, Bones had lifted her up to lay her down in bed as he pulled off his shirt; "It won't work but once I have a way out then maybe we'll see."

Stopping, Michael dropped onto the ground as he felt his heart pumping out of his chest. He couldn't remember much from Alpheus cause Bones intentionally hid the fact that he was a traitor and always had been one. There was always something eating away but there had to be more considering customs would've found the Eight by now. Slowly getting up, he knew he pushed himself to restore the memory as he passed out halfway through with him falling back to the floor.

She had almost gotten carried away, her body aching for more until he gently set her back down. She reached to tug at his shirt, stopping when something felt off. For a moment, Sam was sure she had pushed him too far too soon. But when she looked into his eyes, it was hard to see what was happening now. The doctor had said there would be problems, but she wondered if that was it, or if there was simply something more to it? Before she could say a word, he was dropping to the floor, that familiar look of panic spreading.

"Michael, what is it?"

Sam had tried to hold onto him, her voice calm and soothing, but soon followed when he hit the floor again. She could feel her heart begin to race again, overwhelmed in the moment as tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. Racing through the kitchen, she grabbed the phone to call back to the base. "Ma'am, our doctors are quite busy at the mo."

"Get a gods damned transport out here, or send Doctor Bishop, unless you're happy with losing your frakking job!"

The phone hit the floor, with Sam grabbing a cloth to wet under the sink before hurrying back to where Michael still lay motionless. She hated feeling helpless, no way to help him. Even with Bones out of his mind, he still struggled with too much and she was certain there was still much she didn't know, and likely never would. Crouching down to the floor, she cradled his head in her lap, softly trailing the cool cloth across his forehead.

[Cameron Ryker]

Jun 30, 2019 23:20:53 GMT -6 Rear Admiral Samantha Martin said:

Jun 27, 2019 11:45:20 GMT -6 Vice Admiral Michael Martin said:

Smiling, he continued to kiss her but this felt more like muscle memory as he periodically saw an Eight instead of her. This must be bleed through from Bones as he lowered her while rotating his shoulder, knowing that he was pushing himself too far; "Maybe but maybe not break me this time around," still trying to figure out what Bones hid from him. 

Letting Samantha take lead, he saw himself in a high rise apartment with Marines below in the street but he wasn't there alone. Bones knew the woman, Isabella, they've known each other for a while and he had a tablet in hand. Turning away from the window, Isabella walked up to him with two glasses of white wine and now Michael could see that she was an Eight.

Taking the glass, Bones handed her the tablet with a classified stamp on the back; "I take it that the COMMs package worked?"

Shaking her head, Isabella set the glass down on the window seal before unzipping his combat vest; "Thank you for that, I trust your host has no idea about this?"

Lifting her chin to kiss her, Bones was confident by his resolve; "This or any other time. He's too focused on recordings and his Tauron wife than anything else. And gotta say smooth pick up with sending those Centurions after me."

Pushing him against the glass, Isabella had known Bones for years and knew he was more valuable than anything to her; "We could pull you out of that body, a body that I've grown accustomed to."

Laughing, Bones had lifted her up to lay her down in bed as he pulled off his shirt; "It won't work but once I have a way out then maybe we'll see."

Stopping, Michael dropped onto the ground as he felt his heart pumping out of his chest. He couldn't remember much from Alpheus cause Bones intentionally hid the fact that he was a traitor and always had been one. There was always something eating away but there had to be more considering customs would've found the Eight by now. Slowly getting up, he knew he pushed himself to restore the memory as he passed out halfway through with him falling back to the floor.

She had almost gotten carried away, her body aching for more until he gently set her back down. She reached to tug at his shirt, stopping when something felt off. For a moment, Sam was sure she had pushed him too far too soon. But when she looked into his eyes, it was hard to see what was happening now. The doctor had said there would be problems, but she wondered if that was it, or if there was simply something more to it? Before she could say a word, he was dropping to the floor, that familiar look of panic spreading.

"Michael, what is it?"

Sam had tried to hold onto him, her voice calm and soothing, but soon followed when he hit the floor again. She could feel her heart begin to race again, overwhelmed in the moment as tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. Racing through the kitchen, she grabbed the phone to call back to the base. "Ma'am, our doctors are quite busy at the mo."

"Get a gods damned transport out here, or send Doctor Bishop, unless you're happy with losing your frakking job!"

The phone hit the floor, with Sam grabbing a cloth to wet under the sink before hurrying back to where Michael still lay motionless. She hated feeling helpless, no way to help him. Even with Bones out of his mind, he still struggled with too much and she was certain there was still much she didn't know, and likely never would. Crouching down to the floor, she cradled his head in her lap, softly trailing the cool cloth across his forehead.

Reading up on Michael Martin's file on the way to the call, he had an extensive file including the recent removal of a volatile A.I. Climbing out of the Jeep, she grabbed her medical supplies before running up to the door and using her medical key card to enter. Finding them on the floor, Cameron did a quick conciousness check only to find him breathing but not responsive. Staying calm, she spoke to Samantha as she prepared a cocktail of drugs; "His neural activity shows that he's in a state of paralytic shock but only he knows how he got there so we're going to pull him out of it."

Placing the cocktail in a syringe, she injected it into him and turned attention to him as he became responsive; "Doctor Bishop assigned me to your case," picking up her stuff as she headed into the kitchen. Pouring three glasses of water, Cameron knew this was just the beginning for them since he would be her only patient that has been through so much more than the others.

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Jul 1, 2019 20:49:06 GMT -6 Cameron Ryker said:

Reading up on Michael Martin's file on the way to the call, he had an extensive file including the recent removal of a volatile A.I. Climbing out of the Jeep, she grabbed her medical supplies before running up to the door and using her medical key card to enter. Finding them on the floor, Cameron did a quick conciousness check only to find him breathing but not responsive. Staying calm, she spoke to Samantha as she prepared a cocktail of drugs; "His neural activity shows that he's in a state of paralytic shock but only he knows how he got there so we're going to pull him out of it."

Placing the cocktail in a syringe, she injected it into him and turned attention to him as he became responsive; "Doctor Bishop assigned me to your case," picking up her stuff as she headed into the kitchen. Pouring three glasses of water, Cameron knew this was just the beginning for them since he would be her only patient that has been through so much more than the others.

She had expected Bishop to come through the door, met by a woman instead. Her words left Sam troubled more than before. She didn't expect him to outright say everything at first, even with them agreeing on a fresh start. It would take time, but whatever happened this time had obviously taken its toll, making her wonder if there would be a way to help him past this. Waiting until Michael had regained consciousness, she slowly helped him up to move into the kitchen where the doctor waited. It felt as though she had a million things to ask, and holding it back was the hardest part. They'd pushed it too fast too soon, she assumed, and overwhelming him with questions could result in anything.

Taking a deep breath, Sam picked up one of the glasses to offer it to him, eyes almost begging for answers as she spoke softly, "We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." Despite wanting to know what he had seen, it wasn't up to her.