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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 11, 2019 22:37:34 GMT -6
Walking into her office dressed in a suit with even a fedora on to protect his head from the rain that had filled the streets with water. Just weeks earlier, the man, Michael Martin, was removed from the record with his back pay going to Amelia Martin and his wife Samantha Martin. This was his way of protecting his family but not abandoning them with him no longer on the grid and for now Gabriel and others helping him with Amelia. Walking into the office, Michael took a seat in Doctor Cameron Ryker's office as he unbuttoned his vest before clearing his throat; "Appears that sanity is coming to Kobol."
The suit was his way of hiding from the public since he really doesn't live on the East Coast but on the still developing West Coast. The plantation was still being built with the house being built and the upward of 1,000 acres being cleared. Resting on the sofa, his new A.I was helping him keep his sanity and allowing him to see a perspective that he couldn't see before.
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Cameron Ryker
Medical Personnel
Colonel, Mental Health Services
Posts: 12
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 0:26:54 GMT -6
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Oct 12, 2019 19:03:03 GMT -6
Sitting behind her desk with a porcelain tea kettle and a manufactured steel mug with a spoon on the side. Reading up on the headlines, Cameron was reading about the funeral of her patient, Michael Vancross Martin, who died in the Western TerritorTer due to wildlife. The article highlighted his military career including his personal life...but he just walked into her office in a navy blue suit with a black fedora and overcoat. Setting the tablet down, Cameron picked up her coffee mug to sit in her chair just to turn to the well dressed man; "Your way of getting out? So what is to become of the legend? Is he going to live the private life?"
Cameron still pondered on why a dead man would risk it all to visit a person he often disagreed with. Maybe he was cleansing his soul or maybe there was more on his mind than the fact he had covered up his death by wiping the record clean.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 12, 2019 19:18:54 GMT -6
Unbuttoning his vest as he set his tie aside only to roll up his sleeves to reveal the few injuries he received with his arms covered in bandages. Asking for a cup of coffee, Michael figured this was his time to set the record straight. With Picon Marines unhappy how he brought down General Shepard, he wouldn't spend a lot of time in New Corinth but more time in New Sparta. A necklace was now more visible that held both his and Samantha's dog tags with his wedding band replaced by a dark tungsten and Tauron silver. For the most part, he had become Tauron with his oath to Amelia and Samantha and less to that of country.
Taking the tea, Michael set it down on the table as he laid down on the couch; "Romo Shepard put my wife in a coma and she is being watched by my closest friends since Picon is unhappy that they're General is arrested. The legend died two weeks ago and officially I'm nobody with Amelia and my wife receiving my back pay. A dead man can't be a patient so where do you want to start?"
This was a way of cleansing his soul with burdens that he needed to shed before returning to his home in New Sparta.
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Cameron Ryker
Medical Personnel
Colonel, Mental Health Services
Posts: 12
Registered: Jun 19, 2019 0:26:54 GMT -6
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Post by Cameron Ryker on Oct 12, 2019 20:02:49 GMT -6
The injuries were extensive with Terran doctors most likely giving him a heavy cream to reverse the effects. His rings were prominent including the dog tags which was more of a Colonial tradition but he was on the run for exposing the truth. But he was also protecting his wife who had been through it with him but not this time. Watching him lie down, he came to her for help even though he had an A.I to protect his sanity.
Having her assistant cancel all appointments and close her door, Cameron relaxed in her chair before starting her recorder; "I'll refer to you as Doe. Mr. Doe, how did you meet your wife? Please include any details that aren't officially available."
Handing him a spare pillow to help him get comfortable, she knew these long sessions would move from the couch to pacing to jog the memory centers. This was the less aggressive approach since anything aggressive was something he had been trained against.
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