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 Aug 20, 2019 1:54:46 GMT -6
Scrambling the eggs, he could hear her heavy breathing and apparently they both didn't have good dreams but his was confusing. Maybe it was Kobol reaching out, somehow, sad as that would be the sorta thing that his father would say. Even from the corner of his eye, she was either checking him out or his extensive ink as he spoke up; "If this relationship was longer than a day, I would say I don't think I did enough for breakfast, if you got my drift." Organizing the eggs onto a pair of plates, he moved around her but purposely placed his hand on her lower back while going through the fridge. Setting out what appeared to be fresh orange juice, he moved his hand while returning to the stove; "Well not really out of my way since warm food will help you with possibly that hangover," carefully placing the bacon and waffles on the plate, "also hid the ambrosia early on." Making additional eggs and ham, he set the end product in a bowl for the pup to enjoy before setting out the syrup. Picking up his watch, he slipped it on while it booted up before leaning against the counter beside her; "Oh, I estimated your size last night and the butler set out some casual clothes for you." "I would say you've done more than enough by now." She chuckled, cheeks darkening slightly while the smell of breakfast tickled her nose, helping to wake her up that much more. It was a welcomed effort, a distraction from the dream she knew was sure to cling to her like some kind of disease, tugging at her mind. "But if you won't take my word for it, consider it something to work toward in the future." None of this could have been predicted when she boarded the raptor and found her way here. It felt familiar, being in a city with so much life again, breathing the fresh air and seeing everything the planet had to offer, or who. Their meeting on Terra, in many ways, had felt like a missed opportunity for more than just a little bit of shared time with a cup of coffee. Maybe running into Gabriel now was proving it to be true, at least for as long as they were still there. Chills covered her skin when she felt a hand gently ghost across her back, the action itself pulling her from her thoughts. "Honestly, I didn't even have that many glasses. No hangover." Demetria waited a moment before snickering sheepishly, unable to deny the small headache that had crept up on her. A brow shot up in surprise, not expecting that he would have continued the effort after everything he had already done. "Clothes? Is that the polite way of saying that you were checking me out?" She teased, knowing fully well that she had likely been caught doing the same thing only moments ago. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 20, 2019 2:17:18 GMT -6
Scrambling the eggs, he could hear her heavy breathing and apparently they both didn't have good dreams but his was confusing. Maybe it was Kobol reaching out, somehow, sad as that would be the sorta thing that his father would say. Even from the corner of his eye, she was either checking him out or his extensive ink as he spoke up; "If this relationship was longer than a day, I would say I don't think I did enough for breakfast, if you got my drift." Organizing the eggs onto a pair of plates, he moved around her but purposely placed his hand on her lower back while going through the fridge. Setting out what appeared to be fresh orange juice, he moved his hand while returning to the stove; "Well not really out of my way since warm food will help you with possibly that hangover," carefully placing the bacon and waffles on the plate, "also hid the ambrosia early on." Making additional eggs and ham, he set the end product in a bowl for the pup to enjoy before setting out the syrup. Picking up his watch, he slipped it on while it booted up before leaning against the counter beside her; "Oh, I estimated your size last night and the butler set out some casual clothes for you." "I would say you've done more than enough by now." She chuckled, cheeks darkening slightly while the smell of breakfast tickled her nose, helping to wake her up that much more. It was a welcomed effort, a distraction from the dream she knew was sure to cling to her like some kind of disease, tugging at her mind. "But if you won't take my word for it, consider it something to work toward in the future." None of this could have been predicted when she boarded the raptor and found her way here. It felt familiar, being in a city with so much life again, breathing the fresh air and seeing everything the planet had to offer, or who. Their meeting on Terra, in many ways, had felt like a missed opportunity for more than just a little bit of shared time with a cup of coffee. Maybe running into Gabriel now was proving it to be true, at least for as long as they were still there. Chills covered her skin when she felt a hand gently ghost across her back, the action itself pulling her from her thoughts. "Honestly, I didn't even have that many glasses. No hangover." Demetria waited a moment before snickering sheepishly, unable to deny the small headache that had crept up on her. A brow shot up in surprise, not expecting that he would have continued the effort after everything he had already done. "Clothes? Is that the polite way of saying that you were checking me out?" She teased, knowing fully well that she had likely been caught doing the same thing only moments ago. Lifting a brow, he could hear the dog knocking the bowl over to get all the eggs as he smirked; "Yeah and even now I think I got the sizes spot on," giving Apollo his waffle before setting down the empty plate, "it'd be hard to hike around in the forest especially in that skirt and you'd want to have me focused on the environment rather than your bottom," finishing with a smile as he washed off his hands. Heading back to the bedroom to the walk in closet to change clothes, getting out of the jeans and into combat pants with his beige combat boots. Clipping on his utility belt with his pair of holsters, Gabe put on a light white sweater but rolled up the sleeves to put on his elbow pads. Picking up his throw on vest, he picked up his combat sunglasses and his M4 that the Terrans had given him; he had also picked up the dog's protection. Walking out, he placed it all on the ground as he strapped on Apollo's protection with a modular camera. Kicking his pack over to his personal gear, he took a second to set the black box on the counter for her. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, his watch already had a viable site that was nearby and had been secured early on. Speaking softly, Gabriel was checking through his messages and knew his contacts were narrowing down possible results; "My Terran contacts are looking but they should have a location soon so once they have it; we'll go visit the Martins." Attachments:
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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 Aug 23, 2019 21:29:16 GMT -6
Lifting a brow, he could hear the dog knocking the bowl over to get all the eggs as he smirked; "Yeah and even now I think I got the sizes spot on," giving Apollo his waffle before setting down the empty plate, "it'd be hard to hike around in the forest especially in that skirt and you'd want to have me focused on the environment rather than your bottom," finishing with a smile as he washed off his hands. Heading back to the bedroom to the walk in closet to change clothes, getting out of the jeans and into combat pants with his beige combat boots. Clipping on his utility belt with his pair of holsters, Gabe put on a light white sweater but rolled up the sleeves to put on his elbow pads. Picking up his throw on vest, he picked up his combat sunglasses and his M4 that the Terrans had given him; he had also picked up the dog's protection. Walking out, he placed it all on the ground as he strapped on Apollo's protection with a modular camera. Kicking his pack over to his personal gear, he took a second to set the black box on the counter for her. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, his watch already had a viable site that was nearby and had been secured early on. Speaking softly, Gabriel was checking through his messages and knew his contacts were narrowing down possible results; "My Terran contacts are looking but they should have a location soon so once they have it; we'll go visit the Martins." Nodding, she knew there was some truth to his words. Demetria hadn’t been on Kobol long enough to know, but it was easy enough to read a report and see that there was danger being masked by the thought of a paradise; a new home for some, and a graveyard for others that would never be lucky enough to see the full potential of this place. If she had ever dared to venture out alone, there would likely be no coming back from whatever was out there. She would just be another body in the ground. “You’ll have to lead the way then, can’t have you getting distracted and lose focus,” she began with a low chuckle as he returned from the bedroom, picking up a glass to slowly sip on the orange juice while her eyes focused on the black box settled on the counter. “But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to watch your back.” She paused for a brief moment before a smirk began tugging at her lips. Setting the glass back on the counter, she moved to pick up the box, disappearing long enough to get changed into the pants and navy blue button up shirt that had been provided. Collecting her old clothes, she walked back to join him and take a seat. “Perfect fit. Thank you.” If felt as though she couldn’t say it enough. Without his help, it could have been weeks before she found her sister; but now that it was happening, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to, fearing the situation was worse than she had anticipated. “I know you didn’t come here to help track someone down. They’ll be shocked to see us, I’m sure, so let’s hope we’re not walking into a war zone,” she smiled amusingly. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 23, 2019 22:08:21 GMT -6
Lifting a brow, he could hear the dog knocking the bowl over to get all the eggs as he smirked; "Yeah and even now I think I got the sizes spot on," giving Apollo his waffle before setting down the empty plate, "it'd be hard to hike around in the forest especially in that skirt and you'd want to have me focused on the environment rather than your bottom," finishing with a smile as he washed off his hands. Heading back to the bedroom to the walk in closet to change clothes, getting out of the jeans and into combat pants with his beige combat boots. Clipping on his utility belt with his pair of holsters, Gabe put on a light white sweater but rolled up the sleeves to put on his elbow pads. Picking up his throw on vest, he picked up his combat sunglasses and his M4 that the Terrans had given him; he had also picked up the dog's protection. Walking out, he placed it all on the ground as he strapped on Apollo's protection with a modular camera. Kicking his pack over to his personal gear, he took a second to set the black box on the counter for her. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, his watch already had a viable site that was nearby and had been secured early on. Speaking softly, Gabriel was checking through his messages and knew his contacts were narrowing down possible results; "My Terran contacts are looking but they should have a location soon so once they have it; we'll go visit the Martins." Nodding, she knew there was some truth to his words. Demetria hadn’t been on Kobol long enough to know, but it was easy enough to read a report and see that there was danger being masked by the thought of a paradise; a new home for some, and a graveyard for others that would never be lucky enough to see the full potential of this place. If she had ever dared to venture out alone, there would likely be no coming back from whatever was out there. She would just be another body in the ground. “You’ll have to lead the way then, can’t have you getting distracted and lose focus,” she began with a low chuckle as he returned from the bedroom, picking up a glass to slowly sip on the orange juice while her eyes focused on the black box settled on the counter. “But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to watch your back.” She paused for a brief moment before a smirk began tugging at her lips. Setting the glass back on the counter, she moved to pick up the box, disappearing long enough to get changed into the pants and navy blue button up shirt that had been provided. Collecting her old clothes, she walked back to join him and take a seat. “Perfect fit. Thank you.” If felt as though she couldn’t say it enough. Without his help, it could have been weeks before she found her sister; but now that it was happening, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to, fearing the situation was worse than she had anticipated. “I know you didn’t come here to help track someone down. They’ll be shocked to see us, I’m sure, so let’s hope we’re not walking into a war zone,” she smiled amusingly. Smiling, Gabe watched Apollo crawl over her as patted the dog's side leg; "I guess he'll watch yours but I've got you encase something happens both out there and well once we find them," getting up as he went for a cabinet that contained the medical kit and rations, attaching it to the back of his bag. Placing his watch on exploration mode, he found the ruins that were set aside for him as Gabriel picked up his pack; "I've got spare gear in the car and a gun for you as long as I don't get shot...that's happened once before." Gabriel was impressed, not cocky but impressed, that he got the numbers right for a change. Between the Terran and Colonial sizes, he often double checks his own sizes much like yesterday. Throwing on his vest, he secured his rifle to the front but kept it unloaded since even as a professional he didn't see why it should be loaded right now. Chirping, he immediately got the attention of Apollo as he clipped the treat sack to his belt before holding one out; "Come on, boy, I need that nose of yours," noticing the pup not moving. |
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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 Aug 31, 2019 23:48:01 GMT -6
Smiling, Gabe watched Apollo crawl over her as patted the dog's side leg; "I guess he'll watch yours but I've got you encase something happens both out there and well once we find them," getting up as he went for a cabinet that contained the medical kit and rations, attaching it to the back of his bag. Placing his watch on exploration mode, he found the ruins that were set aside for him as Gabriel picked up his pack; "I've got spare gear in the car and a gun for you as long as I don't get shot...that's happened once before." Gabriel was impressed, not cocky but impressed, that he got the numbers right for a change. Between the Terran and Colonial sizes, he often double checks his own sizes much like yesterday. Throwing on his vest, he secured his rifle to the front but kept it unloaded since even as a professional he didn't see why it should be loaded right now. Chirping, he immediately got the attention of Apollo as he clipped the treat sack to his belt before holding one out; "Come on, boy, I need that nose of yours," noticing the pup not moving. Concern was still in the back of her mind, wondering what they would run in to once they were outside the cities walls; or what she risked facing by tracking down someone who likely didn’t want to be found. With the Independence far away and the fleet taken care of for the most part, it wasn’t unusual to take an extended leave. She only worried what the true reasoning behind the isolation was, knowing it wasn’t something as simple as scouting out Kobol. If it had been, she would have been back much sooner. They all had their duties to the ship, but with little movement in the fleet, Demetria couldn’t blame her sister for the time away. Waiting until Gabriel had finished getting ready, she couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s been a while since I’ve handled a weapon. But you should be safe enough, trust me.” Chuckling, in a way it made her regret choosing to drown herself in the workings of the CIC instead of taking advantage of the ship’s firing range, among other things. Being here now was a way of breaking the habit, as hard as it seemed. “Once we’re outside, where do we start? While we’re waiting for the location, of course.” Despite the initial worry, she was curious to see what everyone had been talking about, the beauty of the planet, the ruins and relics left behind and the promise of building to the future. |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Sept 1, 2019 0:29:41 GMT -6
Smiling, Gabe watched Apollo crawl over her as patted the dog's side leg; "I guess he'll watch yours but I've got you encase something happens both out there and well once we find them," getting up as he went for a cabinet that contained the medical kit and rations, attaching it to the back of his bag. Placing his watch on exploration mode, he found the ruins that were set aside for him as Gabriel picked up his pack; "I've got spare gear in the car and a gun for you as long as I don't get shot...that's happened once before." Gabriel was impressed, not cocky but impressed, that he got the numbers right for a change. Between the Terran and Colonial sizes, he often double checks his own sizes much like yesterday. Throwing on his vest, he secured his rifle to the front but kept it unloaded since even as a professional he didn't see why it should be loaded right now. Chirping, he immediately got the attention of Apollo as he clipped the treat sack to his belt before holding one out; "Come on, boy, I need that nose of yours," noticing the pup not moving. Concern was still in the back of her mind, wondering what they would run in to once they were outside the cities walls; or what she risked facing by tracking down someone who likely didn’t want to be found. With the Independence far away and the fleet taken care of for the most part, it wasn’t unusual to take an extended leave. She only worried what the true reasoning behind the isolation was, knowing it wasn’t something as simple as scouting out Kobol. If it had been, she would have been back much sooner. They all had their duties to the ship, but with little movement in the fleet, Demetria couldn’t blame her sister for the time away. Waiting until Gabriel had finished getting ready, she couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s been a while since I’ve handled a weapon. But you should be safe enough, trust me.” Chuckling, in a way it made her regret choosing to drown herself in the workings of the CIC instead of taking advantage of the ship’s firing range, among other things. Being here now was a way of breaking the habit, as hard as it seemed. “Once we’re outside, where do we start? While we’re waiting for the location, of course.” Despite the initial worry, she was curious to see what everyone had been talking about, the beauty of the planet, the ruins and relics left behind and the promise of building to the future. Loading up a destination, it wasn't far but had an overview of the ocean believing it to be a temple to Poseidon. Clicking on his watch to mark the location, he pulled off the watch as he took a seat beside her as he spoke softly to calm her nerves; "Its It's not that far away and really next to the beach so we can make the most of it. Anything happens, I'll protect you and we've got Apollo...ruins could help give hint to seasons and personally looking forward to winter." Petting the dog, he could go without the vest but it made it easier to carry the ammunition though he had holsters that did the same job. Getting up, Gabe lowered his hand as he waited for her; "Can't see anything if we can't make it out of the door," he understood the fear since even he was new here. Through the material that the General sent him, it was best to be cautious and carry a rifle even if an area was declared safe. |
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 4, 2019 17:12:24 GMT -6
Loading up a destination, it wasn't far but had an overview of the ocean believing it to be a temple to Poseidon. Clicking on his watch to mark the location, he pulled off the watch as he took a seat beside her as he spoke softly to calm her nerves; "Its It's not that far away and really next to the beach so we can make the most of it. Anything happens, I'll protect you and we've got Apollo...ruins could help give hint to seasons and personally looking forward to winter." Petting the dog, he could go without the vest but it made it easier to carry the ammunition though he had holsters that did the same job. Getting up, Gabe lowered his hand as he waited for her; "Can't see anything if we can't make it out of the door," he understood the fear since even he was new here. Through the material that the General sent him, it was best to be cautious and carry a rifle even if an area was declared safe. At the mention of a beach, a brow rose curiously, bringing in a rush of old memories. Beaches, the changing of seasons, breathing fresh air and exploring the wilderness was everything that she had missed about home. To anyone that didn't know better, Kobol was the perfect place; a dream that was good to be true. It would take years of work, but with enough effort, the dream could become reality. "Winter... I can't remember the last time I saw snow," she smiled, excitement beginning to build at the thought of summer fading away, changing everything along with it. It had always been her favorite thing about Virgon, other than the chilly winters, something she was prepared for here. Scratching Apollo on the head, the notion of heading out into the wild became less of a worry. Reaching to take Gabriel's hand, Demetria stood to join him. "You're right, everything will be fine. Come on, I want to see those ruins," smirking, she started for the the door with the pup trailing along behind them. |
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