Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
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Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Jun 2, 2011 21:04:22 GMT -6
Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 2, 2011 21:04:22 GMT -6
Clayton quietly enters the Bar and finds a table in the corner. A courteous waitress arrives.
"I'd like a boilermaker, scotch and stout beer. An open-faced chiliburger, too, thanks."
Breakfast of champions, Clayton thought to himself.
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Jun 4, 2011 10:26:30 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2011 10:26:30 GMT -6
*** Brilyna watches everyone coming in and is nervous. Its been many years since she has been around these people or some anyways***
***Brilyna sips the strong drink her mother did before she died as she finds a man eating. Looking familar to her, she walks over and greets him*** " Sir, i don't mean to interupt but you look familiar to me."
*** She sits next to him as his order is delivered* **
"My name is Brilyna Murphy, does that sound familiar to you?"
*** Looking confused at Clay, trying to remember but only her mum and uncle and aunt comes to mind***
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Jun 4, 2011 10:46:19 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2011 10:46:19 GMT -6
Drinks his beer before leaving a small tip for the bartender, walking past Clay as he taps him on the shoulder; "See you in the weight room so you can work that off."
Picks up his pistol along with his holster, walks out and starts over to the space port weight room.
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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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Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Jun 15, 2011 21:55:40 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 15, 2011 21:55:40 GMT -6
Ben walks into the bar looking around at the people, he had been in space too long and hadn't seen anyone im forever. Walking up to the bar and ordering a Tauron Beer, throwing a couple cubits on the bar and taking a seat at a booth in the corner looking out the window thinking about everyone the he left behind. His children and the most important person that he hadn't seen in nearly a year.
Rumors that she's back others say she as gone to the Cylons. It didn't matter he just wanted to see her again. His son was a Captain on a Battlestar and his daughter has nothing to do with him and he doesn't know why. Trottle sips his beer and continues to look out the window.
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Jun 15, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -6
Rebecca enters the bar with a smile and two small boxes as she sits at the bar. She orders her scotch and grabs a cigar as she chats with the guys playing a card game. Her old marines gathered around for a few hands with the old marine commandant.
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Jun 15, 2011 22:25:18 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 15, 2011 22:25:18 GMT -6
The Commander catches a familiar face out the corner of his eye but he didn't pay any attention to it. Turning this attention back to the view of the Raptors and Vipers taking off from the base. Leaning back in the booth that hr was sitting at, sipping his beer again. Almost being done with it, he turns toward the bar motioning for another one. Doing so reviles his face to the rest of the bar.
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Jun 15, 2011 22:35:46 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2011 22:35:46 GMT -6
Smurfie grins as wins the game. Her friends complaining as she orders a drink for everyone. " beer and boozes for everyone. Her cigar lit and smoking, she feels sth in the room close to her.
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Jun 15, 2011 22:57:20 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 15, 2011 22:57:20 GMT -6
As the bartender brings the man his beer he hears the woman speak. It can't be her he thinks aa he sips his drink. Sitting there pondering what he should do his pocket vibrates, reaching in he pulls his phone out.
"Commander Little."
Trottle listens as the other person talks.
"No, I said I wanted that on my desk yesterday…No Lieutenant, tell the General that I will be speaking with him shotly"
Ending the call he slides his phone onto the table.
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Jun 16, 2011 20:48:14 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2011 20:48:14 GMT -6
The woman turns her head slightly, hearing someone from her past but with all the cheers and fun she gets back to her buddies. Though the thought never leaves her mind that someone is close and it bugs her deeply.
Rebecca finally gives up and searches around the room with just her eyes until she finds the someone that she knows. Ben. She gasps quickly and turns back to the group before he spots her
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Jun 16, 2011 21:09:15 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 16, 2011 21:09:15 GMT -6
Playing with his phone as he notices a woman staring at him as he looks at her she skins around. It is her, frak downing his beer standing standing and grabbing his phone from tune table he walks pastes her and spoke soft enough only she can hear.
"I know its you Rebecca."
Trottle looked back at her and gave his trademark smirk while he made his way to the bar. Sitting at the bar ordering his third beer.
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Jun 16, 2011 21:12:11 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2011 21:12:11 GMT -6
Slumping in her chair, knowing defent when it hits her in the face. ** Nice... now my cover is blown... great job smurf**
She sips her drink as she is dealt another hand of poker. " So Commander, what brings you to the bar of the misfits?" She chuckles.
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Jun 16, 2011 21:44:45 GMT -6
Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 16, 2011 21:44:45 GMT -6
"Heard it served the coldest beer on planet. Also I have a weeks R&R thought I would see what the hubbub was all about."
Trottle sat there at the bar watching the woman drink her scotch and play cards. It had been years since they had seen each other and she was as beautiful as ever.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
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Jun 17, 2011 17:49:12 GMT -6
Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Jun 17, 2011 17:49:12 GMT -6
"Will Rebecca and Brilyna Murphy report to the CIC geared up"
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Jun 23, 2011 22:48:01 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2011 22:48:01 GMT -6
Walking into the bar, the bar went silent as he creeped past the only to sit down at the bar; picking up his drink before turning back round.
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Jun 24, 2011 17:50:00 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2011 17:50:00 GMT -6
Drunk and hiding in one of the dark corners of the room I shout, "Hey who let the suit in... Suit, get it?" LMDAO!!!
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