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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 25, 2021 1:59:49 GMT -6
The private Quarters of the Admiral, the room is a module meant to be changed out when the ship is passed between Admirals. This module reflects the tastes of Admiral Martin and once his tenure is complete will be moved out only to be replaced by his predecessor's.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 30, 2021 4:37:45 GMT -6
Stepping into the living room, Mike took off his boots and jacket as Aura appeared miniature on the table while the finely dressed tailor began measuring him for precise fit. The materials were preselected by the Colonials but the Terrans were updating the color. Stitching silk to him, the tailor carefully built the jacket and pants around him while Aura read the newest reports.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 1, 2021 10:12:11 GMT -6
A long rest in the tub with his mind at ease…settled…okay far from settled considering Aura was terrified of the new Cylon ability. While they both knew the LiDar could detect them still they needed a fool proof way which meant there was only one way which was to use a Cylon. The list of trusted Cylons were short and having a toaster bouncing around their system as far from comforting. If the Legion was aware of the Augmented FTL drive then they would be filing protests and wondered how they copied hundreds of hours of hybrid brainwaves for the drive. Slowly getting up, he wrapped up in a towel as the tailor walked in; ‘Your uniform as ready. Produced fifteen standard, four Class-A, four flight suits and five combat grade given how shit follows you.’ Slipping on boxers with sleeves on his arms to protect against the heat from his tactical pad, he took his time getting dressed in the solid black uniform with gold and red threads. The red as symbolic of his combat record with additional reminders for this was symbolic with the Colonials. First with the red thermal then his reinforced pants that had a holster built into the side followed by the heavy jacket. The inside of the jacket has a silk red liner with the heavy material on the outside. On his sleeves had red dashes that signified ever battle he had been in with a copy on his other arm; 20 dashes from the old war to the Kobol campaigns. Buttoning the double breasted jacket with the material covering the buttons as he attached his tactical pad and soon applied his boots and fingerless gloves. The pins were attached to his collar but the uniform signified the update of both Terran and Colonial Fleet command.
Holstering his custom walther, he packed a few mags before walking out of his room with his new uniform on a he headed for the hangar.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 3, 2022 22:33:59 GMT -6
Stepping into his quarters, it had felt like ages since he was in here as he slowly pulled off his jacket as he took a seat to see communications with Terra had been cut. Tapping the laptop, he went through the diagnostic sweep to see it was on their end which was odd as he switched it back on to see Terra at Defcon One but no information connected to it. Suddenly, his door opened to a pair of Marines opening fire as he ducked and began crawling to cover. Bullets tore into the fabric and walls while he pulled his pistol as the pair of Marines entered into the room.
Switching off the lights, it ached to pull the slide while Aura marked out the two Marines as he prepared a pulse on the lights. Quickly pulsating the lights, he shot both Marines center mass before picking up the phone; "THIS IS THE ADMIRAL, ALL SF personnel lock down the Titan and relieve the Marines," pausing for a moment to shoot both Marines again, "Medical to my quarters!"
Setting the phone aside, Michael glanced down to see a new bullet hole in his lower abdomen as he applied pressure. This was an assassination attempt and if he hadn't smashed up his hand he could've countered faster.
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Dr Miranda Dailey
Medical Personnel
Chief Medical Officer
Med Bay, ER, Surgery ....... Wherever I'm needed, now move out of my way! I got things to do!
Posts: 60
Registered: Oct 18, 2021 13:40:06 GMT -6
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Post by Dr Miranda Dailey on Jan 4, 2022 11:34:55 GMT -6
Stepping out of the lift with her bag in tow the Dr looked left then right trying to figure out which way to go.
Finally, she saw some guys with military garb and long rifles so she figured this must be the way. Headed directly for them at a fast clip when one of them turned the gun on HER! "What the hell?" Undeterred the Dr stomped forward and pushed the rifle to the side "OUT OF MY WAY! DIDN'T YOU HEAR THE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR ME TO COME TO THE ADMIRAL'S QUARTERS?" she glared at the man as he stepped to the side and looked inside the Admiral's Quarters. There was blood, and a lot of it. Two men lay on the floor shot!
She immediately went to where the Admiral was holding his stomach. Putting her bag down and opening it she pulled out some gauze pads and began to apply pressure to the wound. Looking at his eyes "What happened here? Who shot you?" she was less concerned with the dead men than saving the Admiral's life. "As soon as I get this bleeding under control I'm taking you to surgery"
She yelled over her shoulder to the guys outside his room. "I NEED TWO OF YOU TO GET THE ADMIRAL HERE DOWN TO MY MEDICAL BAY. HE NEEDS SURGERY. GO GET A GURNEY AND HURRY UP ABOUT IT. THIS MAN NEEDS SURGERY"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 4, 2022 15:01:03 GMT -6
Stepping out of the lift with her bag in tow the Dr looked left then right trying to figure out which way to go. Finally, she saw some guys with military garb and long rifles so she figured this must be the way. Headed directly for them at a fast clip when one of them turned the gun on HER! "What the hell?" Undeterred the Dr stomped forward and pushed the rifle to the side "OUT OF MY WAY! DIDN'T YOU HEAR THE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR ME TO COME TO THE ADMIRAL'S QUARTERS?" she glared at the man as he stepped to the side and looked inside the Admiral's Quarters. There was blood, and a lot of it. Two men lay on the floor shot! She immediately went to where the Admiral was holding his stomach. Putting her bag down and opening it she pulled out some gauze pads and began to apply pressure to the wound. Looking at his eyes "What happened here? Who shot you?" she was less concerned with the dead men than saving the Admiral's life. "As soon as I get this bleeding under control I'm taking you to surgery"
She yelled over her shoulder to the guys outside his room. "I NEED TWO OF YOU TO GET THE ADMIRAL HERE DOWN TO MY MEDICAL BAY. HE NEEDS SURGERY. GO GET A GURNEY AND HURRY UP ABOUT IT. THIS MAN NEEDS SURGERY"
Dropping the pistol, for once he knew the doctor was right as he waved over the SF guards to help him up. Getting up slowly, he spoke to the Doctor while applying pressure; "Two Marines came in guns blazing and I had to get to cover quickly then shot them dead but they must've hit me while I was finding cover," taking a moment to sit down as he felt a bit dizzy. It had been a while since he had been shot and even know he knew it had been a crazy day; " Let's go before these bastards force you to have surgery here."
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Dr Miranda Dailey
Medical Personnel
Chief Medical Officer
Med Bay, ER, Surgery ....... Wherever I'm needed, now move out of my way! I got things to do!
Posts: 60
Registered: Oct 18, 2021 13:40:06 GMT -6
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Post by Dr Miranda Dailey on Jan 4, 2022 15:47:30 GMT -6
"Two Marines came in guns blazing and I had to get to cover quickly then shot them dead but they must've hit me while I was finding cover," taking a moment to sit down as he felt a bit dizzy. It had been a while since he had been shot and even now he knew it had been a crazy day; "Let's go before these bastards force you to have surgery here." She helped support him as he sat down on the couch. She looked at his pupils with her light noticing they were somewhat irregular. "hmmm, we are going to wait for that gurney, Sir. You are in no shape to be trying to walk to the Med Bay." she got out the stethoscope and listened to his breathing. "As much as you can, take a deep breath. I need to check for gurgling sounds" she listened here, she moved the scope and listened there. Sitting down beside the Admiral as they waited for the gurney, she looked at his abdomen and changed out the gauze. "WHERE'S MY GURNEY?" she yelled out into the hall just about the time two Special Force men showed up on the run with one. {special forces can now put the Admiral on the gurney and take him to medical}
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
Posts: 7
Registered: Mar 15, 2022 21:50:47 GMT -6
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Post by Natalie on Mar 28, 2022 3:30:27 GMT -6
Getting the SF guards to take her to her quarters, she noticed that the Admiral had given up his room for her though she found it odd. Stepping through the door, the room had almost no carpets with a newly fashioned wooden floor as she noticed a set of black fatigues sitting on the table. The room had few pictures but she could tell from the imprint she was receiving that he didn't spend a lot of time in here. He was a tortured soul and one who rarely sleeps likely to avoid the nightmares but he was at a tipping point. Placing her clothes in the bin, she left her badge and holster on the fatigues with her boots beside it. Resting in the shower, she couldn't shake the imprint as she took a deep breath for she knew what he was feeling.
Stepping out and getting dressed, Natalie noticed bullet holes being repaired with the area by the bed being repaired. The bed was covered with fresh covers as she laid down on one side of the bed though he has never been in this bed. Taking a deep breath, she could see the glimpse of the nightmares that haunted him but unlike him she nudged past them. Sleeping, she pondered why he gave up his room instead of asking someone else to do the same.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 23, 2022 22:49:14 GMT -6
Unbuttoning his jacket, Michael could feel the weight of the ship on his shoulders as the Marines opened the hatch for him. Hearing the woman sleep, Michael quietly poured himself a shot of whiskey he had behind his desk. Not drinking it, he kept it on the desk as he set this pistol down on the table with his jacket before sitting down on the couch. He had been up for days and his nerves had been pressed hard. Propping his feet up, Michael began drifting asleep for Aura was releasing melatonin into his system.
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Post by Marine Corporal on Apr 25, 2022 1:20:07 GMT -6
Unbuttoning his jacket, Michael could feel the weight of the ship on his shoulders as the Marines opened the hatch for him. Hearing the woman sleep, Michael quietly poured himself a shot of whiskey he had behind his desk. Not drinking it, he kept it on the desk as he set this pistol down on the table with his jacket before sitting down on the couch. He had been up for days and his nerves had been pressed hard. Propping his feet up, Michael began drifting asleep for Aura was releasing melatonin into his system. Having the guards open the door, the Marine set the tablet down on the table but the Admiral wasn't on the couch no longer. Uniform strung out, the rumble of the turrets likely woke him or the sudden shift woke him up as well. The young woman in bed slowly woke up as the Marine turned to the Admiral who was partly covered in a towel. Placing his hands behind his back, the Marine spoke softly to the man before heading for the door; "Your presence is requested in the CIC. By Colonel Hale's order, I left a copy of a message received from the surface."
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
Posts: 7
Registered: Mar 15, 2022 21:50:47 GMT -6
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Post by Natalie on Apr 25, 2022 21:00:13 GMT -6
Waking up to the Marine, Natalie didn't hear either of them walk in but could tell by the impression on the couch that Michael slept there. Sitting up in bed, she kept the sheets covering her while she watched the Marine leave and Michael in a dark blue towel but he was frozen. His chest scarred. Portion of this chest covered in tick marks likely keeping track of this kills and there was a list. His beard dripping from small traces of water but he soon wiped it away. Wrapping her body in the sheets, she slowly got up for something, maybe they curiosity, wanted to make the connection. Scrapping the surface wasn't enough for her, touching his chest she could see the war of this past responsible for those wounds and his kills. The Old Terran War and the conflicts afterwards shook him and it showed.
Pulling back her hand, she could see the change in his demeanor almost like he too saw the flashbacks. Whispering to him, she rested against the desk as she whispered to him; "Out of all the rooms, you sacrificed your room but you knew of the impact as well? Why?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 26, 2022 3:29:00 GMT -6
Waking up to the Marine, Natalie didn't hear either of them walk in but could tell by the impression on the couch that Michael slept there. Sitting up in bed, she kept the sheets covering her while she watched the Marine leave and Michael in a dark blue towel but he was frozen. His chest scarred. Portion of this chest covered in tick marks likely keeping track of this kills and there was a list. His beard dripping from small traces of water but he soon wiped it away. Wrapping her body in the sheets, she slowly got up for something, maybe they curiosity, wanted to make the connection. Scrapping the surface wasn't enough for her, touching his chest she could see the war of this past responsible for those wounds and his kills. The Old Terran War and the conflicts afterwards shook him and it showed.
Pulling back her hand, she could see the change in his demeanor almost like he too saw the flashbacks. Whispering to him, she rested against the desk as she whispered to him; "Out of all the rooms, you sacrificed your room but you knew of the impact as well? Why?" Reliving the past, he could smell the iron from the blood with his cheek resting against his rifle as he took aim at the wounded. He was a passenger in his own body back then with Bones pulling the trigger...suddenly getting pulled back to the room with his hands jittering for a few seconds. Resting against the wall, he knew he had to be honest with her and even more take a shot in the dark; "Honestly, how can I ask my crew to make a small sacrifice if I can't make the same sacrifice. Even more," rubbing the back of his neck, "took a glimpse at your personnel file and well...its hard being alone. I don't want to rush into anything and if you feel..."
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
Posts: 7
Registered: Mar 15, 2022 21:50:47 GMT -6
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Post by Natalie on Apr 26, 2022 3:46:33 GMT -6
Waking up to the Marine, Natalie didn't hear either of them walk in but could tell by the impression on the couch that Michael slept there. Sitting up in bed, she kept the sheets covering her while she watched the Marine leave and Michael in a dark blue towel but he was frozen. His chest scarred. Portion of this chest covered in tick marks likely keeping track of this kills and there was a list. His beard dripping from small traces of water but he soon wiped it away. Wrapping her body in the sheets, she slowly got up for something, maybe they curiosity, wanted to make the connection. Scrapping the surface wasn't enough for her, touching his chest she could see the war of this past responsible for those wounds and his kills. The Old Terran War and the conflicts afterwards shook him and it showed.
Pulling back her hand, she could see the change in his demeanor almost like he too saw the flashbacks. Whispering to him, she rested against the desk as she whispered to him; "Out of all the rooms, you sacrificed your room but you knew of the impact as well? Why?" Reliving the past, he could smell the iron from the blood with his cheek resting against his rifle as he took aim at the wounded. He was a passenger in his own body back then with Bones pulling the trigger...suddenly getting pulled back to the room with his hands jittering for a few seconds. Resting against the wall, he knew he had to be honest with her and even more take a shot in the dark; "Honestly, how can I ask my crew to make a small sacrifice if I can't make the same sacrifice. Even more," rubbing the back of his neck, "took a glimpse at your personnel file and well...its hard being alone. I don't want to rush into anything and if you feel..." His past still haunts him and she could see that but seeing this side of a person who is often seen as a man of stone was off. She knew SFs had an A.I inside their heads but his seemed to be like a passenger otherwise the A.I would've blocked her. Smirking, color formed in her cheeks with her lip lifting for she found it cute that this man of stone was tumbling over his words. Stepping closer, Natalie rested her head on his chest to hear his heart beat began to slow down but she heard the towel drop to the floor. Whispering to him, she noticed that he was relaxed with one beat even minute likely a standard amongst SFs; "Take our time is good but no sleeping on the couch and no spying. Trust and communication," looking down briefly before pulling away, "and no thinking with that."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 26, 2022 19:35:55 GMT -6
Reliving the past, he could smell the iron from the blood with his cheek resting against his rifle as he took aim at the wounded. He was a passenger in his own body back then with Bones pulling the trigger...suddenly getting pulled back to the room with his hands jittering for a few seconds. Resting against the wall, he knew he had to be honest with her and even more take a shot in the dark; "Honestly, how can I ask my crew to make a small sacrifice if I can't make the same sacrifice. Even more," rubbing the back of his neck, "took a glimpse at your personnel file and well...its hard being alone. I don't want to rush into anything and if you feel..." His past still haunts him and she could see that but seeing this side of a person who is often seen as a man of stone was off. She knew SFs had an A.I inside their heads but his seemed to be like a passenger otherwise the A.I would've blocked her. Smirking, color formed in her cheeks with her lip lifting for she found it cute that this man of stone was tumbling over his words. Stepping closer, Natalie rested her head on his chest to hear his heart beat began to slow down but she heard the towel drop to the floor. Whispering to him, she noticed that he was relaxed with one beat even minute likely a standard amongst SFs; "Take our time is good but no sleeping on the couch and no spying. Trust and communication," looking down briefly before pulling away, "and no thinking with that." Rarely does he think with that but Samantha jumped right into it but he was younger than but now he was a bit older and wiser. Collecting the towel, he slipped into a fresh pair of pants before taking a seat to play the message. The voice was different but the message was one he had heard before and through a few replays he knew it was Harperson but the man is dead. Picking up the phone, he connected to the CIC as he took a deep breath for a second; "Inform the ground team that we will continue Ops up to fifty-six hours but at forty-eight hours pull out of the airport and focus on the tarmac. Also burn the intelligence crates," disconnecting the call as he noticed Natalie changing into clothes similar to that she arrived in.
Reaching into his old jacket, he set down a crystal card that gave her limited access to the Titan as he set it aside; "Sergeant-of-the-Arms has been authorized to give you a pistol but we'll be taking a rush of civilians in," opening his closet to pull out a gray sweater with fresh socks as he finished getting dressed.
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
Posts: 7
Registered: Mar 15, 2022 21:50:47 GMT -6
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Post by Natalie on Apr 27, 2022 3:08:44 GMT -6
His past still haunts him and she could see that but seeing this side of a person who is often seen as a man of stone was off. She knew SFs had an A.I inside their heads but his seemed to be like a passenger otherwise the A.I would've blocked her. Smirking, color formed in her cheeks with her lip lifting for she found it cute that this man of stone was tumbling over his words. Stepping closer, Natalie rested her head on his chest to hear his heart beat began to slow down but she heard the towel drop to the floor. Whispering to him, she noticed that he was relaxed with one beat even minute likely a standard amongst SFs; "Take our time is good but no sleeping on the couch and no spying. Trust and communication," looking down briefly before pulling away, "and no thinking with that." Rarely does he think with that but Samantha jumped right into it but he was younger than but now he was a bit older and wiser. Collecting the towel, he slipped into a fresh pair of pants before taking a seat to play the message. The voice was different but the message was one he had heard before and through a few replays he knew it was Harperson but the man is dead. Picking up the phone, he connected to the CIC as he took a deep breath for a second; "Inform the ground team that we will continue Ops up to fifty-six hours but at forty-eight hours pull out of the airport and focus on the tarmac. Also burn the intelligence crates," disconnecting the call as he noticed Natalie changing into clothes similar to that she arrived in.
Reaching into his old jacket, he set down a crystal card that gave her limited access to the Titan as he set it aside; "Sergeant-of-the-Arms has been authorized to give you a pistol but we'll be taking a rush of civilians in," opening his closet to pull out a gray sweater with fresh socks as he finished getting dressed.
Picking up the card off of the table, Natalie stuffed the card into her pocket before taking a seat on the table. Securing her boots, she could tell that he was both studying and thinking which whoever this was had him cautious about his next move. Running her hand through his beard, she knew why he had the beard but she could see that he wanted to move on; "Maybe try cutting this sometime and try not to stress," pulling away as he slipped on the gray sweater, "sounds like Terra wants to become isolationists and this is their answer to the unknown," helping him slip on the black jacket.
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