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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 8, 2013 17:30:23 GMT -6
Setting the bags down, he knew she was pissed but she didn't know the history between him and the club owner, frankly he knew how pissed she was about the frakkin dress; "No, its not, then again he does owe his life to me. A couple years ago, the Ha La Tha tried to kill him when he couldn't come up with the cubits to pay them, I met up with the man and taught him a little but ultimately took out a few hundred Ha La Tha gangsters; basically forcing them to put a bounty on my head to get him clear. Me and Tom funded his bar cause to us, we knew we wouldn't last long but he offered protection for us, free tab and well anything else for life since his life was spared," setting down the note from his jacket, "even with the truce, the Ha La Tha doesn't forget, bounty for 6 million is still on my head," reaching into the fridge as he pulled out a beer.
He knew she would be worried about him getting shot or maybe at this point she would openly accept it but he knew at this point he was safe even without his guns since his suits had a hidden lining. Setting his jacket down beside her as he unzipped the bag to pull out a full black suit with a red tie, "It maybe odd seeing us, Terrans, always dressed nice but we've had relative peace for almost 13 years; not counting the Cylons but fighting one another. I'm only asking, one night, to wear a dress and I promise I'll never ask again...shit you don't have to wear a wedding dress if you don't want to," laughing as he finished his sentence.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 8, 2013 19:36:38 GMT -6
"So you'd rather I wear a dress to a pyramid game than a wedding?" She knew he was being sarcastic, but it still didn't stop Sam from rolling her eyes and groaning. And now the idea of even going to the game was less and less appealing. "A friend of mine wore combat boots for her wedding." The thought made her quietly chuckle. She was sure he wouldn't understand it as a little Colonial joke, but to Sam, it was something she would always remember.
Waiting as he got his suit and tie from one of the black bags, Sam crossed her arms over her chest. She had no idea what he had even picked out, and knowing Michael, she suspected it would be something that would turn heads. She considered herself a down to earth person, and the idea of showing skin out in a public place like that was not sitting well with her. "So do you plan on letting Ben know that there's a good chance you'll both probably be getting shot at now, if they're after you again?" And that didn't mean they were the only two that had to watch their backs. There was a good chance she would have to watch hers as well, more than she already did.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 8, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -6
Grinning as he slipped on his jacket, he got her little joke as he sat down on the coffee table to face her; "Trust me, I had to do tons of research on Tauron dresses and don't worry about the Ha La Tha, they do this a few times a year to remind me that they never forget and their assassin usually fails but I'm sure Ben has enough security to protect him well in a few days I'll have the last SF officer left on Terra with me," picking up her hands as he kissed the digits, "once your back onboard the Atlantia, you'll be safe again," smiling for her, "not to mention, they're going have to get down and dirty with me, bulletproof material in all my suits; it was something me and Tom started early on."
Kissing her before getting up, he tried to reassure her but didn't want to mention that he had a pair of pistols hidden away in his jacket with 1 magazine a piece for personal safety encase they tried tonight. He knew even though he promised her, he couldn't let anything happen thus till Tom or anyone else gets back he'll have to rely on the single weapon he's relied on for so long.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 8, 2013 22:42:25 GMT -6
"No one is ever really safe. We both should know that by now." If anyone had felt safe and secure now days, they were surely out of their mind. Sam gave up on the idea of being completely safe along time ago, with the war continuing to rage on. And then being shot only confirmed it for her. Being taken down on one of the few places she thought she was sure to be safe... When Michael mentioned another officer joining him, she raised a brow. "Should I be worried then, considering that other SF joining you is a woman," she asked, a serious look spread across her face. Not giving him time to answer, she slid down from the stool and grabbed the other black bag before walking to the bedroom to change. When she unzipped the bag, a frown spread across her face. I may seriously have to kill him. She put the dress out on the bed and looked at it, only making herself more unhappy. The dress was black, and shorter than she'd have liked, with low cut sleeves. Huffing and grumbling the entire time, Sam stripped out of her clothes and managed to squeeze into the dress. She pulled on some heels and walked to the bathroom to fix her hair quickly, pinning it back up out of her face. Walking back out to where Michael was, she cross her arms. "This must be your idea of a joke." She turned around and moved the rest of her hair out of the way. "Zip this damned thing up, please."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 9, 2013 3:26:55 GMT -6
Watching her leave for the bedroom, he yelled into the bedroom as he walked towards a closet to pull out a dry cleaning bag from a nearby closet, he knew if he could get her in a dress then maybe he could get her into a backless one; "I was only caught off guard once and that's when me and Tom first met Allison years ago, she almost killed us both but we just got lucky. Don't be worried about who is protecting me especially if its a woman let's face it I'm with you I'm not going to sacrifice that," spotting her come out as he hung the dress on the bar, "it was more like a test you want to wear this one?"
He knew with those heels, he could kick his ass around the room as he walked over to her, his mind pondered on how quickly he could get her out of this dress though with all the fighting that's all he could ponder on. Placing his hands on her back before moving down to the zipper as he waited for her to respond, he knew if the assassin came after him tonight then he would have to work around all this which meant hiding the assassin from Sam to ensure no one especially the Ha La Tha targets her when he's not around.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 9, 2013 16:30:48 GMT -6
Sam was close to losing her temper now. She'd done what he had asked and put on the damn dress, even though she was completely against it, and now here he was wanting her to try on a different one. "You're pushing your luck now, you know," she huffed, walking over to grab the other black bag. She carried it with her back into the bedroom and slipped out of the one she was wearing. The black dress in the bag looked to be just as tight, making her roll her eyes. It's sleeves were made of lace, and she didn't like the fact that it had no back to it. Growling under her breath, she squeezed into it and put her shoes back on before walking out into the living room. "Happy now?" She walked over to Michael and turned around, holding the front of the dress so that it would not fall down. "Tie this, please." She still wasn't happy with the idea of someone else accompanying him along with the President. But she wasn't worried about someone coming after her went she went back to the ship alone. "You should go get dressed too."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 9, 2013 17:28:03 GMT -6
Walking around to her, he knew she was pissed but all he could hope for is that the game would calm her not to mention the dinner in the box seats, he actually indulged in Tauron food which would be a first for him and even the best blacktooth. Tying the back of her dress, he patted her waist before walking over to his nearby closet as he pulled out his overcoat and fedora; slipping both of them on as well as a silver watch as he started over to the elevator. Seeing her in the dress, he tried not to grin as he spoke softly, "Gods, you look beautiful and I just look like me," fixing his hat a bit as he waited for her.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 10, 2013 15:18:16 GMT -6
Picking up her own coat, Sam slipped it on and walked over towards the elevator, heels clicking on the floor. She could tell from the look on Michael's face that he was getting a kick out of this whole thing. "You look fine, stop worrying" she smirked as she walked by him, lightly patting him on the cheek. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the wall of the elevator as the door closed and it began to move down towards the garage. She would let him have his little bit of fun this time, because she wasn't going to make it a habit of wearing a dress. "Expecting anyone else to show up at the game?" she asked as she stepped out of the elevator, waiting on their ride. She wasn't sure if he'd heard anything from his brother, and she hadn't heard a word from the Atlantia, which was starting to worry her.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 10, 2013 16:59:32 GMT -6
Smirking, he walked out with her as he grasped her hand, this felt all right to him and he had seen this in his mind while he was in the Colonies; "I wish," grinning but ultimately teasing her, "Jack loves pyramid ball. A few years ago while he was on the run, I tracked him down to New Delphi, its a Colonial city in the southern province and he had blended in with the Scorpia Sabers, he was their coach and they were dominating. Once he figured out that I was on his trail, he made a run for it but his picture is still there as their best coach for the last few seasons personally; this will be my first game other the one last night," feeling a gust of wind and he knew it couldn't be the rain coming in since he didn't hear it on the forecasts at all.
The gunts calmed as a man walked out to open the door for them, "I seriously thought it was a car, you first my dear."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 10, 2013 19:04:58 GMT -6
Sam tightened her grip on his hand slightly as the two walked out into the open. "My brother Tyler loved pyramid, he was always a big C-Bucs fan. My old man would take us to the games when he had time." She felt sad thinking about her brother. Going out and actually experiencing another pyramid game brought back all of those memories ... the two of them fighting about which team would win. Sam chuckled under her breath, remembering how her brother got so pissed when her Stallions had beaten his team in a championship game.
When they had cleared the garage, she tried not to groan when their ride landed. "Gods, I hate flying." She attempted to smile reassuringly but couldn't get over the nervous feeling that flying always gave her. Climbing up and taking a seat, Sam strapped herself in while Michael did the same. She reached for his hand, trying not to look out the windows as it lifted off of the ground and took off.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 10, 2013 19:15:49 GMT -6
Holding onto her hand, he leaned over as he strapped in to whisper into her ear; "I doubt I ever told you this but I too hate flying. I met Tom early in the war, back then we had multitask, he was an operator and a pilot, and his flying was downright terrible. Every 2 out of 3 choppers, he crashed and we had plenty of aircraft, even after they got me out of the Spartan prison I was afraid of him crashing the chopper with me onboard," kissing her cheek, "it'll be okay after all, you were a pilot at one time."
Feeling the chopper take off, he held onto his other arm rest as he peered over at what he could only guess as the butler, compliments of his Tauron friend but even so he was a bit on edge and hiding it from Sam since the Ha La Tha showed that they could get to him unlike times before.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 24, 2015 20:40:19 GMT -6
Sam hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep once more until she felt a light kiss against her forehead. She rubbed her tired eyes, looking up to see that it was Michael, looking just as tired as she felt, if not more. It was late in the night, too late to be making a trip to Terra, but it was needed more than anything else. A rest was needed, for the whole crew. "I was beginning to think you might not show up." Chuckling softly, she slid down from the crate and took Michael's hand. "I'll be sending a message to the Admiral, but I don't think he would mind us taking a few days rest. Now let's go home." Smiling, she pulled him along gently towards their ship. After the two were strapped in and ready, the pilot lifted off of the deck and left the ship for Terra. The trip had taken a lot out of the both of them. Glancing over, Sam was dead tired and actually asleep as the ship landed just outside the apartment; undoing her restraints as he picked her up and took her off of the ship. Avoiding the rain, he carried her to the elevator where he punched it to his apartment; waiting for the door to open as he carried her to the room. Setting her down, he noticed how it had changed so much. Walking back into the kitchen, he grabbed a tablet which had a note from the Porter basically stating all the upgrades: *New mattress to specs *New Electronics *New oak floors *New black granite counter tops *Armory is now a babies room *Fresh food with pantry full *New furniture Reading over the upgrades, he also noticed that the closet was filled with clothing that would fit Sam. Flipping off the lights, he stripped down before climbing into bed as he covered up his wife before cuddling with her for he knew this was the first time in this apartment that they had truly slept together and he wanted her to feel like home. Michael knew these few days would be different for both of them after all he was going to propose having a child, he wanted them to move on together after all he hadn't found her own daughter and knew having a child together might help.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Dec 29, 2015 1:52:20 GMT -6
Sunlight filtered into the room, causing Sam to slowly stir from her sleep. She hadn't remembered anything after leaving the Independence, and looked over to see that Michael was still asleep beside her, knowing that he needed the rest more than she did. The last few weeks had been rough on the both of them, with the situations on Tauron and Terra. But it felt good to wake up in a bed again, to nothing but complete silence. No gun fire surrounding them, no toasters, nothing. Gently crawling out of the bed, she leaned down to kiss Michael lightly on the forehead before walking quietly to the bathroom. Sam had fallen asleep before they'd even made it to the planet the night before, and all she wanted to do was wash away the dried blood and mud that still covered her skin. A hot shower did just that, yet it couldn't wash away what she felt, or the thoughts she had about the dead and the wasted lives on Tauron.
After drying off and slipping into a shirt and pair of shorts, she soon found her way to the kitchen, to make a cup of coffee for herself and Michael. Sam placed a cup on the bedside table for him and then quietly left the bedroom, walking out onto the balcony to watch the storm clouds rolling in again. It felt like ages since they'd been there, everything seemed so different. They were different, so much had changed from their first meeting. And even if she had no clue where things would go now, it was nice to have a moment to just breathe.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 29, 2015 11:07:53 GMT -6
Moving his hand over to where she laid, he noticed she had already got up but it hadn't been too long since her spot was still warm as he slowly got up; it was raining when he went to bed and as he rolled over, he could tell the rain was coming back. Slowly getting out of bed, he noticed the cup of coffee as he started his way to the shower; flipping on the water as he stepped inside. For weeks, he was running from one battle to another only getting a shower from the rain and now with the warm water he was washing away the battles. Blood. Sweat. Mud. All of it washing away as he remembered the faces of the fallen but remembering them is good enough since this new job will ensure no more dies under his watch after all the war is something past not a threat any longer. Flipping off the water and drying off, he slipped on a pair of lounge pants as he grabbed his cup of coffee; walking out into the kitchen.
The tablet was still there, screen still off so she doesn't know what has been added, good adds surprise. Leaving the coffee in the kitchen, he walked out onto the balcony as he leaned onto the wood top railing; it was nice being back home and much more better being here with her. He could tell from the look on her face that she was feeling a bit better as he spoke softly; "I've had the Porters change a few things, they mostly maintaining the apartments and homes of those who served, I've got no more guns in this entire apartment and I had them add something new," standing straight as he turned to face her, "I've been thinking about this for a while and only now it makes sense. I'm done fighting. The last thing I need is you to remember me as a memory and I don't want our child to remember me as someone only their mother knows."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 2, 2016 1:03:53 GMT -6
She hadn't expected to be up so soon, but Sam smiled regardless. It was a surprise that either of them had managed to crawl out of bed, after the last few weeks of fighting and very little sleep. From the look on his face, she knew he was up to something, as it always seemed. "You'll have to try harder to convince me there are no guns hidden around here. I know you too well." She smirked, suppressing a giggle. At his words, however, she simply nodded. No matter if he left the fighting behind, or even if she did one day, it would always pull them back in. That was inevitable. "Should I be worried about this new addition?"
Setting her cup down, she moved to close the distance between them, leaning against the rail beside him. "I don't want you to become just a memory. I've had too much of that in my life, and everything now has just started to make sense." She didn't want to imagine life without him now, or any of her family on the ship. But Sam knew it was a chance they would always have to face, sadly. "But if this is what you want, then you have to do it for you. Not because you think it's what I want." She smiled, pressing her body against his so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.
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