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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 2, 2019 22:42:09 GMT -6
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. There was still a lot to figure out especially since it seemed like Alpheus was Bones protecting him which he couldn't figure out why. He wasn't even sure how to break it to Samantha since they pushed for the fresh start though it would be harder for him. The medication gave him a headache but temporary relief from the flashbacks. Speaking softly, Michael wasn't sure what to say but could only say what he knew; "You always wanted to know about Alpheus, what happened and well," picking up the glass as the tremors fell, "Bones has been dating an Eight. Traded information and a few other things to ensure my survival." Just the thought disgusted him but knew there was so much more since the blood he saw was something else. Even now, he couldn't drink the water for he didn't see water but blood with his bloody handprint. The past that him and Bones said would never catch up with them was creeping up on him. He needed to organize this...or eventually tell her...too many choices here. |
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 4, 2019 20:42:40 GMT -6
There was still a lot to figure out especially since it seemed like Alpheus was Bones protecting him which he couldn't figure out why. He wasn't even sure how to break it to Samantha since they pushed for the fresh start though it would be harder for him. The medication gave him a headache but temporary relief from the flashbacks. Speaking softly, Michael wasn't sure what to say but could only say what he knew; "You always wanted to know about Alpheus, what happened and well," picking up the glass as the tremors fell, "Bones has been dating an Eight. Traded information and a few other things to ensure my survival." Just the thought disgusted him but knew there was so much more since the blood he saw was something else. Even now, he couldn't drink the water for he didn't see water but blood with his bloody handprint. The past that him and Bones said would never catch up with them was creeping up on him. He needed to organize this...or eventually tell her...too many choices here. Anything. He could have said anything else and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as this did. Sam felt sick, wishing she hadn’t heard it at all. But not hearing wouldn’t change anything or that it happened. ”Other things... so when you weren’t with me, you... he, was with her.” She couldn’t be angry with him, that would be unfair. But she was heartbroken, calm demeanor slowly crumbling. Bones was gone, yet he still managed to reach out and destroy everything. Reaching for a glass of water, she turned it up and drank until there was nothing left. The pit in her stomach only seemed to grow and she could feel her heart beating erratically. They had managed to make it past anything that was thrown there way. How would they get over something like this? ”Perhaps I should let the two of you talk first?” She looked over to the Doctor, hands trembling behind her back. It hadn’t taken long for regret to sink in, for Sam to blame herself for everything. If she hadn’t left, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 4, 2019 21:19:55 GMT -6
There was still a lot to figure out especially since it seemed like Alpheus was Bones protecting him which he couldn't figure out why. He wasn't even sure how to break it to Samantha since they pushed for the fresh start though it would be harder for him. The medication gave him a headache but temporary relief from the flashbacks. Speaking softly, Michael wasn't sure what to say but could only say what he knew; "You always wanted to know about Alpheus, what happened and well," picking up the glass as the tremors fell, "Bones has been dating an Eight. Traded information and a few other things to ensure my survival." Just the thought disgusted him but knew there was so much more since the blood he saw was something else. Even now, he couldn't drink the water for he didn't see water but blood with his bloody handprint. The past that him and Bones said would never catch up with them was creeping up on him. He needed to organize this...or eventually tell her...too many choices here. Anything. He could have said anything else and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as this did. Sam felt sick, wishing she hadn’t heard it at all. But not hearing wouldn’t change anything or that it happened. ”Other things... so when you weren’t with me, you... he, was with her.” She couldn’t be angry with him, that would be unfair. But she was heartbroken, calm demeanor slowly crumbling. Bones was gone, yet he still managed to reach out and destroy everything. Reaching for a glass of water, she turned it up and drank until there was nothing left. The pit in her stomach only seemed to grow and she could feel her heart beating erratically. They had managed to make it past anything that was thrown there way. How would they get over something like this? ”Perhaps I should let the two of you talk first?” She looked over to the Doctor, hands trembling behind her back. It hadn’t taken long for regret to sink in, for Sam to blame herself for everything. If she hadn’t left, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. Dropping the glass, Michael knew she was devastated much like he was since Bones had destroyed that bit of personal time he gets with her. His eyes focused on Bones as he spoke softly to him knowing that he couldn't tell anyone; "What we did comes with the demons," seeing Bones rush around around to throw him out of the chair but to those around looked like he jumped out of the chair. Leaning against the wall, he placed his hand against his forehead as he tried suppressing those memories only to see blood on his hands and on the walls. Sliding down the wall onto the floor, rubbing his hands on his pants to get the blood off with no avail. Seeing Bones kneeling down beside him, his uniform was covered in mud and blood; "No one can save you from me! I'm going to make sure you die ALONE and your going to watch while I do it. No Terran has survived without an A.I and you won't be the first!" |
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Jul 4, 2019 21:37:27 GMT -6
Anything. He could have said anything else and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as this did. Sam felt sick, wishing she hadn’t heard it at all. But not hearing wouldn’t change anything or that it happened. ”Other things... so when you weren’t with me, you... he, was with her.” She couldn’t be angry with him, that would be unfair. But she was heartbroken, calm demeanor slowly crumbling. Bones was gone, yet he still managed to reach out and destroy everything. Reaching for a glass of water, she turned it up and drank until there was nothing left. The pit in her stomach only seemed to grow and she could feel her heart beating erratically. They had managed to make it past anything that was thrown there way. How would they get over something like this? ”Perhaps I should let the two of you talk first?” She looked over to the Doctor, hands trembling behind her back. It hadn’t taken long for regret to sink in, for Sam to blame herself for everything. If she hadn’t left, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. Dropping the glass, Michael knew she was devastated much like he was since Bones had destroyed that bit of personal time he gets with her. His eyes focused on Bones as he spoke softly to him knowing that he couldn't tell anyone; "What we did comes with the demons," seeing Bones rush around around to throw him out of the chair but to those around looked like he jumped out of the chair. Leaning against the wall, he placed his hand against his forehead as he tried suppressing those memories only to see blood on his hands and on the walls. Sliding down the wall onto the floor, rubbing his hands on his pants to get the blood off with no avail. Seeing Bones kneeling down beside him, his uniform was covered in mud and blood; "No one can save you from me! I'm going to make sure you die ALONE and your going to watch while I do it. No Terran has survived without an A.I and you won't be the first!"Cameron knew Samantha was heartbroken, so would she if her significant other had done the same, but she noticed that Michael was focused elsewhere. Unlike either of them, he never drank the water and then heard him talk about demons. What did he do? Was this hidden from the file? Watching him move from the chair to the wall, she sat down in front of him only to notice him terrified of the invisible person; "Is it Bones? If you don't talk to me, you have to talk to Samantha and she's already pretty hurt." Noticing blood on the floor, Cameron rushed to her bag while calling out to Samantha; "Commander, I need your help," rushing back to him as she slipped on the gloves. He had glass shards in his hand and was fighting to keep them in while removed them, hearing him whisper something about he needed to do this. Giving him a sedative, Cameron could see that he had all the symptoms of PTSD but also a bit of schizophrenia but she needed to find his demons. Turning to Samantha, Cameron had hoped that his wife could fill in the holes; "His brain most likely has created a manifestation of Bones for protection and we need to get rid of it if we're going to get anywhere." |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 6, 2019 23:45:52 GMT -6
Sedated State
Standing in his father's kitchen wearing all white, Michael could hear only whispers as he heard a laughter coming only from Bones. The laughter faded with Bones clapping his hands as he approached Michael black fatigues, pouring two glasses of liquor; "I have to thank you for being the enemy for a change. Those memories were never real, here's the truth about Alpheus," downing his drink, "you got frakkin lucky. The frakkin Gods were looking out for you but that doesn't seem to be enough for you!"
Dropping the glass, Michael was done playing these games as he threw Bones onto the counter; "YOUR FRAKKIN GONE SO WHAT THE FRAK IS GOING ON?!"
Removing Michael's hands, the lights dimmed as the white ghosts filled the room; "Your life was filled with choices and you left a trail of frakkin destruction not thinking about the end game. Think of me as your guide to your soul," laughing as Bones rolled off the counter, "you keep it up and you'll lose her as well as the best piece of yourself."
Turning to change focus to the first night that he and Samantha spent together, in the barracks, where there was just them with the foreplay and the promise that has held true. He's left her against his will and rarely have they had times where they are together but he needed to resolve this darkness. Bones never met Amelia but he does know where she is and she's taken care by others while they decide.
Michael knew he or whatever Bones was right. Meeting Samantha on Terra had been the best part of his life and coincidently the time he's been with her has changed him. There has been his fair share of demons and all of which consist of the dark years in his life...a time he wishes he never went through.
The darkness was like a waterfall, suddenly cold and wet as it washed over him...
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 8, 2019 1:55:48 GMT -6
Sedated State
Standing in his father's kitchen wearing all white, Michael could hear only whispers as he heard a laughter coming only from Bones. The laughter faded with Bones clapping his hands as he approached Michael black fatigues, pouring two glasses of liquor; "I have to thank you for being the enemy for a change. Those memories were never real, here's the truth about Alpheus," downing his drink, "you got frakkin lucky. The frakkin Gods were looking out for you but that doesn't seem to be enough for you!"
Dropping the glass, Michael was done playing these games as he threw Bones onto the counter; "YOUR FRAKKIN GONE SO WHAT THE FRAK IS GOING ON?!"
Removing Michael's hands, the lights dimmed as the white ghosts filled the room; "Your life was filled with choices and you left a trail of frakkin destruction not thinking about the end game. Think of me as your guide to your soul," laughing as Bones rolled off the counter, "you keep it up and you'll lose her as well as the best piece of yourself."
Turning to change focus to the first night that he and Samantha spent together, in the barracks, where there was just them with the foreplay and the promise that has held true. He's left her against his will and rarely have they had times where they are together but he needed to resolve this darkness. Bones never met Amelia but he does know where she is and she's taken care by others while they decide.
Michael knew he or whatever Bones was right. Meeting Samantha on Terra had been the best part of his life and coincidently the time he's been with her has changed him. There has been his fair share of demons and all of which consist of the dark years in his life...a time he wishes he never went through.
The darkness was like a waterfall, suddenly cold and wet as it washed over him... It was a cold Terran night...a night that had been etched into his mind and one removed from history. Jogging through the forest with an Army Sergeant on his shoulder, approaching the vast medical tents that held over 8,000 patients... Stepping back from the memory, Michael knew what this was and didn't want this as he turned to Bones; "I've already lived through this once we're not doing this again." Moving the memory forward, Bones walked with him through the wet forest as he turned to Michael; "This is where it all stems from. The blood on your hands start here!" Handing the Sergeant over to the doctors, Michael tapped his earpiece to make contact with General Harperson; "We just arrived to Medical Outpost Delphi. We'll be resupplying and heading to the..." Interrupting him, Harperson had noticed that operations had slowed to his men rescuing the Army; "Execute Directive 3A." Hesitating, Directive 3A was crossing the line... Remembering that moment, Michael looked down at his hands to see the blood dripping down and knew what was coming next. Bones would take over so they could remain Alpha-Lead and lift his weapon against the allied forces. Wiping his hands onto his legs, he watched as the past version of himself began gunning down the injured with the doctors and even the protective guards. Whispering to Bones, he could hear the gunfire in the distance as he took a seat on a stump; "Everytime I get hurt I think it's the last time then I come back. I was trained and the thing your based on was there to prevent this. I say anything about this, she's not going to see that programming at play but..." "People can surprise you. Who would think that single night years ago on an old Battlestar would result in a marriage that has endured. Just take a chance." The gunfire ended and he watched the three shadows vanished into the darkness, the site faded to a field where Michael had laid flowers every year. Wiping his hands off again, his pants were red from the blood as he thought over it; "Maybe but imagine there is much more." The ghosts formed around them as they faded into the darkness once more... |
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 9, 2019 23:55:08 GMT -6
Cameron knew Samantha was heartbroken, so would she if her significant other had done the same, but she noticed that Michael was focused elsewhere. Unlike either of them, he never drank the water and then heard him talk about demons. What did he do? Was this hidden from the file? Watching him move from the chair to the wall, she sat down in front of him only to notice him terrified of the invisible person; "Is it Bones? If you don't talk to me, you have to talk to Samantha and she's already pretty hurt." Noticing blood on the floor, Cameron rushed to her bag while calling out to Samantha; "Commander, I need your help," rushing back to him as she slipped on the gloves. He had glass shards in his hand and was fighting to keep them in while removed them, hearing him whisper something about he needed to do this. Giving him a sedative, Cameron could see that he had all the symptoms of PTSD but also a bit of schizophrenia but she needed to find his demons. Turning to Samantha, Cameron had hoped that his wife could fill in the holes; "His brain most likely has created a manifestation of Bones for protection and we need to get rid of it if we're going to get anywhere." She hated hearing that name. Bones. He had sworn it was all gone, yet now the doctor claimed he needed Bones for protection. To her, there was nothing here that he needed protection from. It had been just the two of them for the first time again, finding time to be with each other all over again after everything, only for it to all come crashing and burning again. Whatever was going on inside of his mind, he refused to let her in. The further it went, the more Sam began to question what was real and what wasn't. She didn't want to believe what he'd told her, about the Eight, not wanting the image of him with anyone else burned into her memory. Once Michael had been sedated, she slowly walked over to kneel beside him where the doctor was. "I don't know what else to do," she whispered, gently holding to his arm so she could remove the glass from his hand. "We've been through more than you can imagine, but he won't let me in. Whatever else it is... he won't forgive himself, and he won't let me help." Part of her didn't want to know. It surely couldn't have been as bad as what she'd heard at this point. |
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Colonel, Mental Health Services
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Jul 10, 2019 0:13:24 GMT -6
Cameron knew Samantha was heartbroken, so would she if her significant other had done the same, but she noticed that Michael was focused elsewhere. Unlike either of them, he never drank the water and then heard him talk about demons. What did he do? Was this hidden from the file? Watching him move from the chair to the wall, she sat down in front of him only to notice him terrified of the invisible person; "Is it Bones? If you don't talk to me, you have to talk to Samantha and she's already pretty hurt." Noticing blood on the floor, Cameron rushed to her bag while calling out to Samantha; "Commander, I need your help," rushing back to him as she slipped on the gloves. He had glass shards in his hand and was fighting to keep them in while removed them, hearing him whisper something about he needed to do this. Giving him a sedative, Cameron could see that he had all the symptoms of PTSD but also a bit of schizophrenia but she needed to find his demons. Turning to Samantha, Cameron had hoped that his wife could fill in the holes; "His brain most likely has created a manifestation of Bones for protection and we need to get rid of it if we're going to get anywhere." She hated hearing that name. Bones. He had sworn it was all gone, yet now the doctor claimed he needed Bones for protection. To her, there was nothing here that he needed protection from. It had been just the two of them for the first time again, finding time to be with each other all over again after everything, only for it to all come crashing and burning again. Whatever was going on inside of his mind, he refused to let her in. The further it went, the more Sam began to question what was real and what wasn't. She didn't want to believe what he'd told her, about the Eight, not wanting the image of him with anyone else burned into her memory. Once Michael had been sedated, she slowly walked over to kneel beside him where the doctor was. "I don't know what else to do," she whispered, gently holding to his arm so she could remove the glass from his hand. "We've been through more than you can imagine, but he won't let me in. Whatever else it is... he won't forgive himself, and he won't let me help." Part of her didn't want to know. It surely couldn't have been as bad as what she'd heard at this point. Wrapping up his hand, Cameron remembered the whole pollen scare only cause everything went through the labs in the building she was in. Dragging her bag over, she had a kit to test his pollen levels as well as going through the battery of tests. Whispering to Samantha, she noticed his pollen levels were high but so was blood pressure; "Most of my patients on Caprica were former Terran SFs and all of them always blamed themselves for the PTSD. He's the same," inserting the numbers onto his chart, "I'll wake him but the pollen levels are a bit high so I'll give him something for that." Giving him a cocktail to wake him up, Cameron got up as she kept an eye on him while preparing a pollen neutralizer; "The first step is always to talk so let's see if we can't get somewhere," injecting him with the pollen neutralizer which should help with his current condition. |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 10, 2019 13:18:25 GMT -6
The darkness faded as he looked around to see Samantha and the Doctor as well as his bloody hand. The hand didn't account for the blood he saw earlier which meant his subconscious wanted him to let go of the past...something far overdue. Slowly getting up, Michael headed into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ambrosia as he thought over his trip with Bones. Pouring a small portion, he downed a bit while he thought over his past; "I don't talk about my past cause it's the worst parts of me," pouring a bit more, "so where do we start?"
He had put his past in the back of his mind since he had Bones protect it but with Bones gone it was just him. Taking a seat at the bar, he kept the bottle close by as he turned to Samantha; "That shit I said wasn't...it wasn't real. He...well implanted false memories for as sadistic that he was," noticing a number that the doctor had scribbled down; 84.
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Cameron Ryker
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Colonel, Mental Health Services
Posts: 12
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Jul 14, 2019 1:41:39 GMT -6
The darkness faded as he looked around to see Samantha and the Doctor as well as his bloody hand. The hand didn't account for the blood he saw earlier which meant his subconscious wanted him to let go of the past...something far overdue. Slowly getting up, Michael headed into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ambrosia as he thought over his trip with Bones. Pouring a small portion, he downed a bit while he thought over his past; "I don't talk about my past cause it's the worst parts of me," pouring a bit more, "so where do we start?" He had put his past in the back of his mind since he had Bones protect it but with Bones gone it was just him. Taking a seat at the bar, he kept the bottle close by as he turned to Samantha; "That shit I said wasn't...it wasn't real. He...well implanted false memories for as sadistic that he was," noticing a number that the doctor had scribbled down; 84. Surprised by Michael, Cameron took away the bottle before moving him to the couch with some help from the enumerated Mr. Martin. Picking up her tablet, Cameron walked into the room as she sat down on a seat beside him and encouraged Samantha to sit down as well. Pulling up his psychological profile from his original exit from the SFD, she spoke softly as she silently hit the record button; "Normally, I would say let's start with your past but that's currently the issue. Let's talk about your family, I understand your mother died when you were 5 but let's talk about your father." Pouring a glass of Terran whiskey, she found it was useful to use familiar scents and from the note left by his brother that this was something familiar from their youth. From the file, his father retired as a Major and a veteran from a war as well as oversaw many conflicts leading up to his retirement. |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 14, 2019 14:42:51 GMT -6
The darkness faded as he looked around to see Samantha and the Doctor as well as his bloody hand. The hand didn't account for the blood he saw earlier which meant his subconscious wanted him to let go of the past...something far overdue. Slowly getting up, Michael headed into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ambrosia as he thought over his trip with Bones. Pouring a small portion, he downed a bit while he thought over his past; "I don't talk about my past cause it's the worst parts of me," pouring a bit more, "so where do we start?" He had put his past in the back of his mind since he had Bones protect it but with Bones gone it was just him. Taking a seat at the bar, he kept the bottle close by as he turned to Samantha; "That shit I said wasn't...it wasn't real. He...well implanted false memories for as sadistic that he was," noticing a number that the doctor had scribbled down; 84. Surprised by Michael, Cameron took away the bottle before moving him to the couch with some help from the enumerated Mr. Martin. Picking up her tablet, Cameron walked into the room as she sat down on a seat beside him and encouraged Samantha to sit down as well. Pulling up his psychological profile from his original exit from the SFD, she spoke softly as she silently hit the record button; "Normally, I would say let's start with your past but that's currently the issue. Let's talk about your family, I understand your mother died when you were 5 but let's talk about your father." Pouring a glass of Terran whiskey, she found it was useful to use familiar scents and from the note left by his brother that this was something familiar from their youth. From the file, his father retired as a Major and a veteran from a war as well as oversaw many conflicts leading up to his retirement. Walking with Cameron to the couch, he soon understood what this was and knew she was a shrink but at this point there was no chance for him to hide anything. His past has been tearing a hole through him, interacting with his environment and hurting those around him. The scent of the whiskey took him back, it was a drink that he didn't like but one he knew too well; his father loved it. Clearing his throat, Michael hadn't thought of his father in a long time and well after the loss of his mother things got hard; "My father served for thirty maybe thirty four years and his ladder years were the worst. My father was Gondawan and he was exposed to a bio weapon during the war that degrades the DNA and accelerates memory loss with a wide range of diseases. There were times that we saw the worse parts of him," pausing as he thought over those times, "he would forget who we were." |
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Jul 14, 2019 23:15:20 GMT -6
Surprised by Michael, Cameron took away the bottle before moving him to the couch with some help from the enumerated Mr. Martin. Picking up her tablet, Cameron walked into the room as she sat down on a seat beside him and encouraged Samantha to sit down as well. Pulling up his psychological profile from his original exit from the SFD, she spoke softly as she silently hit the record button; "Normally, I would say let's start with your past but that's currently the issue. Let's talk about your family, I understand your mother died when you were 5 but let's talk about your father." Pouring a glass of Terran whiskey, she found it was useful to use familiar scents and from the note left by his brother that this was something familiar from their youth. From the file, his father retired as a Major and a veteran from a war as well as oversaw many conflicts leading up to his retirement. Walking with Cameron to the couch, he soon understood what this was and knew she was a shrink but at this point there was no chance for him to hide anything. His past has been tearing a hole through him, interacting with his environment and hurting those around him. The scent of the whiskey took him back, it was a drink that he didn't like but one he knew too well; his father loved it. Clearing his throat, Michael hadn't thought of his father in a long time and well after the loss of his mother things got hard; "My father served for thirty maybe thirty four years and his ladder years were the worst. My father was Gondawan and he was exposed to a bio weapon during the war that degrades the DNA and accelerates memory loss with a wide range of diseases. There were times that we saw the worse parts of him," pausing as he thought over those times, "he would forget who we were." Pulling up X-Rays from his past, Cameron laid down the tablet for it showed his arm broken in three places; "Medicine on Terra wouldn't admit that he had PTSD so I imagine he would have a difficult time to cope with civilian life. Two sons having to deal with an old man who was dealing with the same thing you're dealing with," she had seen former SFs who had to deal with this but not as extensive. Letting them analyze the photo, she decided to go through his record from what she remembered from the files; "You held a title unheard of, Alpha Lead, what was that role?" |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 15, 2019 1:48:31 GMT -6
Walking with Cameron to the couch, he soon understood what this was and knew she was a shrink but at this point there was no chance for him to hide anything. His past has been tearing a hole through him, interacting with his environment and hurting those around him. The scent of the whiskey took him back, it was a drink that he didn't like but one he knew too well; his father loved it. Clearing his throat, Michael hadn't thought of his father in a long time and well after the loss of his mother things got hard; "My father served for thirty maybe thirty four years and his ladder years were the worst. My father was Gondawan and he was exposed to a bio weapon during the war that degrades the DNA and accelerates memory loss with a wide range of diseases. There were times that we saw the worse parts of him," pausing as he thought over those times, "he would forget who we were." Pulling up X-Rays from his past, Cameron laid down the tablet for it showed his arm broken in three places; "Medicine on Terra wouldn't admit that he had PTSD so I imagine he would have a difficult time to cope with civilian life. Two sons having to deal with an old man who was dealing with the same thing you're dealing with," she had seen former SFs who had to deal with this but not as extensive. Letting them analyze the photo, she decided to go through his record from what she remembered from the files; "You held a title unheard of, Alpha Lead, what was that role?" Only one other person knew of that X-Ray and that injury only made him tougher especially given what happened later on. Getting up, he was done entertaining this session as he tossed the glass of whiskey out into the backyard; "My father had it tough but he had two Spartan sons and it was easy for him to forget but he made us tougher." Pouring a glass of ambrosia, Michael held it as he tightened his bandage to hold back the pain; "Alpha Lead was like Commander except unlike Sam, if I disregarded an order, I got killed rather than relieved. For a decade, I had a squad that traveled with me and up till my imprisonment by the Spartans, we did things that I've been regretting since," downing the drink as he set the glass down, "Ms. Ryker, if there is anything else, you can leave. Also, my father died while I was in training so maybe next time we can talk less about him." |
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 17, 2019 0:23:38 GMT -6
Pulling up X-Rays from his past, Cameron laid down the tablet for it showed his arm broken in three places; "Medicine on Terra wouldn't admit that he had PTSD so I imagine he would have a difficult time to cope with civilian life. Two sons having to deal with an old man who was dealing with the same thing you're dealing with," she had seen former SFs who had to deal with this but not as extensive. Letting them analyze the photo, she decided to go through his record from what she remembered from the files; "You held a title unheard of, Alpha Lead, what was that role?" Only one other person knew of that X-Ray and that injury only made him tougher especially given what happened later on. Getting up, he was done entertaining this session as he tossed the glass of whiskey out into the backyard; "My father had it tough but he had two Spartan sons and it was easy for him to forget but he made us tougher." Pouring a glass of ambrosia, Michael held it as he tightened his bandage to hold back the pain; "Alpha Lead was like Commander except unlike Sam, if I disregarded an order, I got killed rather than relieved. For a decade, I had a squad that traveled with me and up till my imprisonment by the Spartans, we did things that I've been regretting since," downing the drink as he set the glass down, "Ms. Ryker, if there is anything else, you can leave. Also, my father died while I was in training so maybe next time we can talk less about him." She had remained relatively silent throughout the experience. This was unfamiliar territory to Sam, and judging from the response, Michael didn't seem to like it very much either. There had been no way of knowing that the base would've sent out a Psychologist when she called for help. She expected another doctor, not someone to pull out the past and possibly push him to shut down further. As she listened to them, it brought back memories of her own family growing up without a mother, and a father who loved his children but chose to let business consume him after his wife's death. "I think that is probably enough for one day, Doctor. Thank you for taking the time to come here." Nodding to the woman, Sam stood and turned her eyes to Michael, saying nothing but offering a look that said everything; they needed to talk, without someone there to analyze every movement. The time would come when they would have to face this or lose everything they'd fought for. It felt as though the hits kept coming, lines were beginning to blur and it was hard to differentiate what was true and what wasn't. |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 17, 2019 1:26:24 GMT -6
Only one other person knew of that X-Ray and that injury only made him tougher especially given what happened later on. Getting up, he was done entertaining this session as he tossed the glass of whiskey out into the backyard; "My father had it tough but he had two Spartan sons and it was easy for him to forget but he made us tougher." Pouring a glass of ambrosia, Michael held it as he tightened his bandage to hold back the pain; "Alpha Lead was like Commander except unlike Sam, if I disregarded an order, I got killed rather than relieved. For a decade, I had a squad that traveled with me and up till my imprisonment by the Spartans, we did things that I've been regretting since," downing the drink as he set the glass down, "Ms. Ryker, if there is anything else, you can leave. Also, my father died while I was in training so maybe next time we can talk less about him." She had remained relatively silent throughout the experience. This was unfamiliar territory to Sam, and judging from the response, Michael didn't seem to like it very much either. There had been no way of knowing that the base would've sent out a Psychologist when she called for help. She expected another doctor, not someone to pull out the past and possibly push him to shut down further. As she listened to them, it brought back memories of her own family growing up without a mother, and a father who loved his children but chose to let business consume him after his wife's death. "I think that is probably enough for one day, Doctor. Thank you for taking the time to come here." Nodding to the woman, Sam stood and turned her eyes to Michael, saying nothing but offering a look that said everything; they needed to talk, without someone there to analyze every movement. The time would come when they would have to face this or lose everything they'd fought for. It felt as though the hits kept coming, lines were beginning to blur and it was hard to differentiate what was true and what wasn't. Watching the Doctor leave, Michael knew by the look on Samantha's face that the Doctor uncovered a side of him that even he wasn't content to show. Taking a seat on the carpet, somehow he knew this was coming especially after everything they've been through and now he had fallen apart. Damn shrink was digging up shit that he had buried even his time during the war. Resting his back against the couch, Michael whispered as he worked on fixing his bandage; "I should've kept cool but...I just don't know about this place. I've been here longer than you," pausing only for a few seconds, "feels like the planet is haunting me. Just wake up with that eerie feeling that that something is wrong." |
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