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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 22:39:58 GMT -6
*** The Six mad and yet amazed at the new Commander. Images flash in her mind of my basically loving the ship, caressing the metal.***
(Wonder if he is like that with his women? Or does he just like ships?)
*** Biting her lip as she thinks more of her new friend that already gets to her.***
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jul 1, 2011 1:09:00 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways roaming my right hand up and down her flesh fused with metal. Heading for the hybird chamber with a set of tools*
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jul 3, 2011 18:20:06 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways roaming my right hand up and down her flesh fused with metal. Heading for the hangerbay with a set of tools*
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jul 8, 2011 16:50:20 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways, heading for the CCC with a set of tools*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2011 3:19:18 GMT -6
*** Helena enters the corridors covered in goo and grease of the ship, hoping to have a hot shower and some food before repairing more on the ship.***
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jul 11, 2011 22:45:49 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways, heading for the raider bay with my hands behind my back*
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jul 31, 2011 0:23:41 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways, heading for the CCC with my hands behind my back*
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nikita
Cylon
Posts: 21
Registered: Sept 6, 2011 23:01:28 GMT -6
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Post by nikita on Sept 15, 2011 19:34:32 GMT -6
Spike heels make a clear sound on the deck as Nikita prowled. Hips and other parts swayed as the catsuit moved with her. Tight muscles bunched and relaxed in her back, and the low-cut front revealed her pert bounciness. In her hand was a thin, flat, long box. She was not simply on the make for somebody to spend the night. No, she wanted a whole lot more.
The walk from her quarters, near the CIC, to the ones near Landing Bay Three, took several minutes. She wasn't in a hurry because she didn't want him to see her hot and sweaty, at least not yet. She had to look like she had casually appeared at his doorstep. She couldn't let him see that in some ways she was desperate. She had to let him see that she could go on without him. She knew that usually excited males even more, and made them want to show themselves to be one a woman could not do without! It was usually amusing, but part of her was desperate now.
She was desperate, for whatever secret TJ was hiding about the X-21. It was a lot more than just the fighter, which was still the most advanced in the Cylon inventory after nearly ten of the Colonial years. It was something she knew was revolutionary, and not repeated since that Two got his Raider all those years ago. She was prepared to give what she had to in order to get it. Her body, her love, her soul. She knew in turn that she would win the same from him, an so much more.
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Tiberius James
Cylon
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Registered: Dec 18, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -6
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Post by Tiberius James on Sept 18, 2011 18:21:39 GMT -6
Tiberius let himself be led by the crook of the arm by Nikita. If she was putting on this date, he'd make her do the work. By the looks of the corridors, he was being led to a dining area. The way Cylons could project their surroundings, at bare room could become a fine banquet hall. They didn't need to build elaborate facilities the way Colonials did. In fact, an infinite number of places from the finest restaurants to the greasiest ones could be fashioned. Everything and anything could be imagined. It all depended on what was on the guest's mind. And Tiberius knew what was on Nikita's mind, as well as who.
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Post by D'Anna on Sept 25, 2011 23:51:58 GMT -6
D'Anna's heels clicked against the floor as she walked down the corridors of the 109. With a look of boredom on her face, she began to think of something to project. Even for a basestar, seeing the same old scenery was getting old. And they hadn't encountered any colonial vessels in a while, it seemed. She'd love the chance to shoot down a human again. The three continued her journey, only this time, the surrounding was much better. She walked through a beautiful rain forest. The sounds that surrounded her almost made D'Anna forget where she wanted to be. She soon arrived at her destination: the Galley.
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Commander Lexi
Cylon Command Staff
Commander
Commander of the Blood Moon
Posts: 650
Registered: Nov 11, 2009 16:52:13 GMT -6
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Post by Commander Lexi on Jan 6, 2012 22:26:56 GMT -6
Lexi took her notes with her and left the CCC to go find D'Anna. She had made her way down several of the passageways nodding hello to the various humanoids and centurions alike.
Rounding a corner heading to the left the lights suddenly began to flicker in that area. She knew she was near the Resurrection Area so she opened the door and saw the tub was indeed welcoming someone into the Cylon World.
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Post by D'Anna on Jan 6, 2012 22:35:20 GMT -6
As D'Anna rounded the corner, she saw a familiar looking face. Of course all the Sixes looked a like, but this one was special. She could pick Lexi out of a line up. Chuckling to herself, she picked up the pace until she reached the room. It was the Resurrection Area. Curious as to why Lexi would be there, she soon saw the lights flicker on and off.
The Three stepped inside the room as well, eager to see which new life they would be welcoming into the world.
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jan 14, 2012 1:49:08 GMT -6
*Entering the passageways, as I just take my time to roam about with my hands behind my back*
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Jan 17, 2012 22:24:14 GMT -6
*Heading to the galley*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2012 22:11:04 GMT -6
Handing the towel over to the Centurion, Alex slipped on a black shirt along with black pants and slippers as he started down the corridor with them. Running his hand through his hair, he peered around as he followed them into the galley to lead him straight to the Commander as he rolled up the sleeves on his sweater.
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