judgementofsaturn
Cylon
Cylon Model JOS
"All is not as it should be"
Posts: 39
Registered: Dec 31, 2010 0:43:40 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 1:03:39 GMT -6
Post by judgementofsaturn on Dec 31, 2010 1:03:39 GMT -6
Strange thing, to see so many faces not known, to see peace without a true conflict. We have trained, fought, killed, only to forgive and come together. I doubt many remember who pushed for peace, who wished for it, who died for it.
To think of the years ive spent, watching and partaking only to leave and find myself again. At least, peace hasnt changed.
I.... is that?
"Commander F-bomb, suiting of you. You would be at the bar....."
*he turned around*
I looked closely, it was him sure, but different. I realized ive made the same mistake i made years ago.
"I thought you were back at NE JOS.""
"you know me?"
"of course."
he looked at me as if I forgot something.
"er...my apologize commandant, i thought you were F-3 my old commander."
oh wait........thats right they project eachother.
stupid of me.
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 17:18:19 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 31, 2010 17:18:19 GMT -6
One projected into every Bombs life to make sure they didn't do anything stupid. While he overlooked Three's life he had watched judgementofsaturn. One liked him or at least didn't dislike him, void of emotions. The main quality of judgement that won One over was his loyalty. Everyone left New Earth to rot, but not judgement.
"At least you didn't make the mistake everyone has by calling me Centurion. Not that it's an insult, but being called something I'm not tends to get old. I was just leaving to do work that very much fits Three's job. The Bomb you worked under, and still work under if I'm not mistaken. He's at the Party studying Social Reactions, I'm sure he would be very happy to see you there."
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judgementofsaturn
Cylon
Cylon Model JOS
"All is not as it should be"
Posts: 39
Registered: Dec 31, 2010 0:43:40 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 17:25:48 GMT -6
Post by judgementofsaturn on Dec 31, 2010 17:25:48 GMT -6
"thank you sir...or...im sorry i do not know of your rank."
"I will go there immediantly, it was nice meeting you no....."
I didnt know his number either, this lack of information was awkward and i found myself not knowing how to say goodbye.
this is not how i imagined my welcome, with awkward silence.
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FBOMB, all of them.
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Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 17:31:02 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 31, 2010 17:31:02 GMT -6
One's emotionless state broke apart into laughter at Judgement's predicament. He could hear all of his thoughts and could feel the awkwardness. He started to laugh at the situation. "Officially I'm a basestar commander like Three. But also like Three I have other duties that out rank that at the moment. The war for us is long over. You may be happy to know that you've met the original Bomb, the rest of my group call me One."
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judgementofsaturn
Cylon
Cylon Model JOS
"All is not as it should be"
Posts: 39
Registered: Dec 31, 2010 0:43:40 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 17:42:12 GMT -6
Post by judgementofsaturn on Dec 31, 2010 17:42:12 GMT -6
i tried to mask the shock of meeting the first, i coverd it with a formal goodbye.
"well commander f-bomb1 sir, it was a pleasure to meet you, sir. I hope we may speak again"
I gave a small bow and turned a heel military fashion.
too formal i believe, i do not handle social pressure well.
Fact cataloged and noted.
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FBOMB, all of them.
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Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2010 18:25:51 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 31, 2010 18:25:51 GMT -6
One watched as the Centurion left. Now many Centurions spoke as freely as he did. Him and most of the Centurion's following Three around. One left the bar and headed off to his Heavy Raider to leave.
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Jan 10, 2011 17:18:46 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2011 17:18:46 GMT -6
The very tall red head enter the bar, missing her scotch. Paying no mind to anyone in the room as she sits down at the bar. "May I have a scotch and make it a double please" she lights up a cigar and waits for her drink.
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Jan 27, 2011 21:01:05 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Jan 27, 2011 21:01:05 GMT -6
Walking into the bar, I see Otto is there, as usual. I order me one of those fruity drinks with the little umbrella in it.
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Jan 31, 2011 12:22:03 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Jan 31, 2011 12:22:03 GMT -6
*Otto, have Security on Stand-by and set up a round for the Cavils! It's their Birthday I hear* Kona sits down on the tall stool and looks around hoping the place doesn't get demolished once the Brothers Cavil find the place!
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Feb 11, 2011 19:28:05 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Feb 11, 2011 19:28:05 GMT -6
Having missed any possible Cavil celebrations, I sit down at the bar and ask Otto to bring me a glass of un-sweetened iced tea. I look around the place, and see the usual pilots and deck crew off duty, relaxing.
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
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Feb 28, 2011 1:02:27 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Feb 28, 2011 1:02:27 GMT -6
The Commanded walks into the bar and finds a table. Taking a seat the waitress come along and gets his order. After a few moments she comes back and sets it down in front of him. Taking a sip of it he looks around and notices Kona talking Otto and couple Cylons talking im the corner. It's been a while since he got to just sit and relax like this. He was going to take advantage of it before he was sent out to another boring patrol or what not by HQ.
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Apr 3, 2011 11:07:56 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 11:07:56 GMT -6
Mandy Welsh, new to this experience, finds her a place to sit. "Strawberry Cocktail, please?" She looks up to the waitress as she gets comfortable. "Btw, do you know of any ships taking new members? Pilots maybe?"
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Apr 3, 2011 11:50:04 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Apr 3, 2011 11:50:04 GMT -6
I see the pretty young woman who sits down and orders a strawberry cocktail. Getting up from my seat I move down and sit beside her. *Couldn't help but hear you when you asked about Ships taking pilots. I'm stationed on the Atlantia and we're always looking for new Pilots. If you need a home, jump in your Viper and head for the 53rd. Here are the coordinates* I jot down the coordinates of the Ship on a cocktail napkin and slide it over to her. I extend my right hand and smile *My name is Kona, Kona Whaley. I'm the Wife of Commodore Playtime. What's your name and call sign? We need some pilots badly. We only have one Raptor Pilot at the moment so if you're cleared for those I'm sure you could be added to the Roster* I look at my empty glass and then motion for Otto to come closer. *Otto, how about you rustle me up a fresh Cherry Pepsi on ice?* I smile as the big machine moves into action and soon produces my drink. *And even an actual Cherry on top!* I smile at him even though he has no facial expression ....... or face for that matter.........he's still 'family' of a sort.
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May 31, 2011 20:44:40 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 31, 2011 20:44:40 GMT -6
Walks in wearing his usual black fatigues with his jacket open to reveal his tank top underneath, sitting down before tossing a few cubits onto the bar; "A regular bud in the bottle and opened by a human not a machine."
Sits there before pulling a cigar out only to bite off the end before lighting it up, enjoying the taste of one of the newer cigars from Mars.
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Jun 2, 2011 20:11:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2011 20:11:23 GMT -6
*** Brilyna, young and excited woman, enters the bar in her shorts and tanks.***
"May I have some Rum on the rocks please?"
*** She asks as she finds a place at the dark corner of the bar***
(Bar keep pours her drink and hands it to the woman)
***The woman sips her drink in quiet.***
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