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Post by Administrator on Jan 8, 2020 16:24:23 GMT -6
Like Terra, Kobol is covered in several large oceans and many smaller seas
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 6, 2020 11:43:28 GMT -6
Taking in the fresh breeze sweeping off the ocean with the morning sun, Michael had spent his time mourning the sudden loss of his wife. Came here to make a home and for him it felt less than that...he never expected to be in this position. The condolences from the fleet, the honorable promotion and apologies for his loss had filled his recent memories with the Tauron ceremony held in the desert. Gabriel and others had faded away with them fulfilling their lives with Demetria and Evia. He finds it hard to sleep with the endless dreams with her in them but maybe Kobol was reminding him that no one can be forgotten.
Holding onto tags, he couldn't stop rubbing them hoping this wasn't real but for much of their differences the Terrans and Tauronians were similar. Kneeling at the marble torch he had placed on the beach with the flame that will never burn out, whispering to the gods before hanging up her tags on the post. He couldn't have forseen this day but if he was dead she would carry on but remember him at the best of times. They're time together. Here. The Fleet. Terra...he remembers it all and even now finds it difficult to leave this spot. Whispering as he glanced over the holo image of Samantha, he picked up his rifle as John waited in the distance; "I love you. Always will. Nothing is going to change that. You always get what you want and I just wanted more time."
The sand poured down from his vest and rifle as he slipped on his mourning gloves out of respect before sliding down his sunglasses. He was hiding the tears he still had for her and knew John would help him through this. Turning to the Colonel, the two men had a hard task before them but it wouldn't be no harder than what he just went through.
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Post by John November on May 7, 2020 23:41:55 GMT -6
Taking in the fresh breeze sweeping off the ocean with the morning sun, Michael had spent his time mourning the sudden loss of his wife. Came here to make a home and for him it felt less than that...he never expected to be in this position. The condolences from the fleet, the honorable promotion and apologies for his loss had filled his recent memories with the Tauron ceremony held in the desert. Gabriel and others had faded away with them fulfilling their lives with Demetria and Evia. He finds it hard to sleep with the endless dreams with her in them but maybe Kobol was reminding him that no one can be forgotten. Holding onto tags, he couldn't stop rubbing them hoping this wasn't real but for much of their differences the Terrans and Tauronians were similar. Kneeling at the marble torch he had placed on the beach with the flame that will never burn out, whispering to the gods before hanging up her tags on the post. He couldn't have forseen this day but if he was dead she would carry on but remember him at the best of times. They're time together. Here. The Fleet. Terra...he remembers it all and even now finds it difficult to leave this spot. Whispering as he glanced over the holo image of Samantha, he picked up his rifle as John waited in the distance; "I love you. Always will. Nothing is going to change that. You always get what you want and I just wanted more time." The sand poured down from his vest and rifle as he slipped on his mourning gloves out of respect before sliding down his sunglasses. He was hiding the tears he still had for her and knew John would help him through this. Turning to the Colonel, the two men had a hard task before them but it wouldn't be no harder than what he just went through. Waiting in the sand, John could feel his loss and knew how careful or even reckless the man could be. Kneeling down in the sand, he rubbed the sand into his combat gloves before rising back up to the Commander's eye sight but nothing was said. What could be said? The Fleet had buried her, the Taurons gave her their ceremony and well they gave her one of a kind; the eternal flame. The flame would forever burn through the night, day, wind and rain even with a Marine occasionally changing the fuel canisters. The Hellion crew had been pushing forward with the main force to get to the west coast but they had other plans. Command had identified an active jamming zone in the North along mountains so far unexplored so they volunteered. The fear is that the Cylons may already be here and if so it's easier to send a small team then an entire army. He says Command volunteered them but it's likely Michael volunteered them in hopes that he wouldn't live with this pain any longer. See, it was easy for him to now see a way out since he had little to actually now live for... just another stage of loss. Walking over to the Jeep, John waited for him to sit down to see the tears of loss roll down his cheeks as he whispered to the broken man; "She's not truly gone. The time you had, those memories and even everything in between is with you and those affected by her. Come on, brother, just let it out before we meet those two knuckle heads," starting up the vehicle as they headed for the highway.
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