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Jul 19, 2012 19:09:59 GMT -6
Post by D'Anna on Jul 19, 2012 19:09:59 GMT -6
Where the meatsacks are interrogated and tortured.
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Jul 19, 2012 21:44:19 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 19, 2012 21:44:19 GMT -6
"What the frak?!" Sam thought aloud, shaking her head from side to side. Her eyes narrowed, watching a four walk out the door with what looked like an empty bucket. Water dripped from her hair, gliding down her face. It was only then that she realized she wasn't with Greer or the other marines. Trying to move, Sam looked up to see her arms tied to the bars high above her head in the dimly lit cell. She tugged at the chains, growling. What happened .... where am I ... where are the others?
The last thing she remembered was ... boarding the 103. The ship jumped, and she was heading back to the raptors. Everything after that was a blur. Sam licked her lips, spitting at the taste of blood in her mouth. Her eyes remained focused on the two tin cans standing guard at the cell doors. Gotta find a way out of here, she whispered, tugging at the chains once more.
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Jul 20, 2012 22:03:24 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 22:03:24 GMT -6
Stepping into the room, he stood by as the Centurions brought in the towel along with a massive tub of water and even a jar to pour it out on someone. Nodding as the Centurions cut free her hands only to cuff her hands forward before he pulled up a chair, "Captain Samantha Martin, out of all the people we could get, your the most valuable. How many Colonials are on the 103? What was your mission?"
Setting his hands on top of the chair, he kept the Centurions behind her to ensure she didn't try anything but even more for his own protection as he sat patiently.
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Jul 20, 2012 23:35:04 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 20, 2012 23:35:04 GMT -6
"I knew there were cockroaches on board..." Sam said, hazel eyes flickering with irritation. She brought her hands up to lightly rub her busted lip, glancing down at the silver cuffs. I'm sure there's a way out of these. She looked back up at a former friend and huffed. "And how would I be of any value? I work with communications all day, I'm not some intelligence officer." Looking over at the tub of water, she managed a chuckle.
Sam kept quiet for a few minutes. She knew what would most likely happen, and had no intentions of giving up anything that could get the others killed. "The 103, hmm .... I was taking it for a joy ride, all by myself. No one else." She smiled coyly, wishing she could get within arms reach of the Seven. "But I have nothing else to say to you, or any other toaster. I'm sure you plan on airlocking me anyway."
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Jul 21, 2012 0:17:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 0:17:38 GMT -6
Grinning, he nodded as the Centurion grabbed her by the head and dunked her into the water, counting to two minutes before having the Centurion pull her back up. Speaking softly as he crossed his arms, "The likelihood of a single officer especially a communications officer, I mean really a single officer taking a Basestar, kinda impossible. I've got time and all officers break, How many Colonial are on the 103 and I can arrange for each of the officers a comfortable stay as prisoners of war."
Getting up, he walked over to her as he knelt down beside her; "One way or another you will tell me. Years ago when we all were on our Colonies, or should I say everyone else, the name I took belonged to a nice little pilot and he died in just 3 days telling me everything about him...playing friends and all was nice but breaking people shit this is best thing I've ever done," pausing as he got up, "maybe after you tell me everything I'll pay a visit to Terra and capture little Michael Thrax and put you both in an airlock before ejecting you out into space."
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Jul 21, 2012 12:16:34 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 21, 2012 12:16:34 GMT -6
Once the centurion pulled her back up, Sam turned her head and spewed water in the Seven's direction. She gasped for a few breaths of air before chuckling. "Is that the best you've got?" She sucked in several more short breaths, eyes narrowing as he brought up Michael. "Good luck finding him ... I'm sure he'll put another bullet in your head, if I don't first."
Rolling her eyes, Sam stared back down at the bucket of water. She hoped at the very least, Greer and the others had time to collect the information from the 103 and get it back to Atlantia. "Playing friends? Yeah, you had everyone fooled. Even Brook... Guess that was the plan all along though, huh?" She gritted her teeth, wondering how anyone, even a cylon, could get close to people and then completely flip. Glancing back up, she asked, "Does your Commander know what you're doing, or did he just send you down here to be his little lap dog?"
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Jul 21, 2012 12:33:07 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 12:33:07 GMT -6
Grinning, he nodded as the Centurion ducked her back into the water as he pulled off his jacket as he pulled over the metal table, checking the straps as he nodded to the Centurion as the other two came over to her. Pulling her up from the water, they clipped her free of the chair before strapping her down to the table; "I'm my own commander and once I get the 106 back then I will destroy Terra and the Galactica, yes the Galactica, found it earlier and I'm sure Commander Yogi will attempt to capture it."
Picking up the towel, he picked up a pitcher of water as he placed the towel over her head before he started pouring the water over her mouth; knowing that this was one of many ways of breaking an officer. After about 3 minutes of pouring, he set the pitcher aside as well as the towel as he pulled off his jacket; "What was your mission on the 103?"
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Jul 21, 2012 17:52:31 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 21, 2012 17:52:31 GMT -6
Gasping for air, Sam struggled as the centurions hauled her out of the water and over to a table. "Frak you!" she said, as the two centurions strapped her arms down. The Captain began laughing hysterically as she listened to the Seven. "Terra, and the Galactica? If you say so..."
She thrashed and jerked around once the towel was placed over her head. It seemed like forever until it was finally taken off. Sam coughed and jerked, trying to free her arms. She knew they wouldn't kill her yet though. "Like I said, I was going for a joy ride." Looking over at the centurions, she watched as the pair moved back over to stand guard at the cell door. "That's the only answer you're gonna get." She refused to give in, turning her head away from the skin job.
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Jul 21, 2012 19:10:49 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 19:10:49 GMT -6
Placing the towel back over her head, he held onto her forehead to keep her head upright as he started pouring more water over her mouth. Keeping his eye on the time, he pulled over a small defibrillator unit as he set it to a low jolt as he poured water over her before setting down the charged paddle; hearing her scream as he jolted up the electricity before setting the paddle aside. Pulling the towel off, he set it aside as he whispered into her ear from a distance; "Every smart ass remark or half truth and I'll amp it up, you may die a few times but I can bring you back until I get my answers and I will get my answers."
Pulling back, he pulled over the second tub of water as he prepared the pitcher; "It's impossible for a single woman to get past all the Centurions and we know you were in the Hybrid chambers we just don't know why. What was your mission, Captain? You tell me some truth and I'll tell you what Michael's fate is cause I can tell you he's not coming unless pine boxes have FTL drives," laughing as he held the towel and pitcher.
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Jul 22, 2012 12:06:12 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 22, 2012 12:06:12 GMT -6
An endless stream of curses spilled out of Sam's mouth after the towel was removed once more. A small grin spread across her face as she stared up at Alex. "It's not really that hard to board a ship. I mean, you toasters aren't as smart as you think." She laughed, pulling on the straps and managing to loosen the a little without anyone noticing.
Instead of thinking about what was happening, or what was to come, Sam thought about better times, and old friends. Colonial One was always a fond memory. She remembered Gaffo, always terrorizing her for the fun of it, or stealing her lunch just to get a laugh. And Clayton, how they talked of running up and down the halls of the ship at all hours of the night. The Captain laughed again. "What makes you think anyone's coming anyway? For all they know, I'm having a nice vacation on Cloud 9."
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Jul 22, 2012 12:30:01 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 12:30:01 GMT -6
Smirking, Alex pulled out a tablet as he played back all the radio calls from the 103 while it was still in orbit of Terra; "The Cylon virus that I actually amplified is in every communications array even the planetary defense, took time to get them all in there and lost plenty of good ships but one last good attack from the 106 and bye bye Terra;" letting the radio calls play out as he walked by the table, "not to mention the Ha La Tha got a nice little tip on Michael, probably carving an example out of his body...its funny if you push something in the right direction it never stops till it finds its target."
Picking up the towel as he walked back over to her, "How many times do you want to die? One? Two? Maybe three? Each time you come back to this and each time a piece breaks away," pausing as he called over a Centurion as he placed the towel over her head before starting to pour the water once more as the Centurion stood close by.
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Jul 22, 2012 22:15:01 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 22, 2012 22:15:01 GMT -6
Becoming weaker and weaker each time, Sam still struggled. She refused to give in. Once she was able to breath again, she said, "The only thing that's going bye bye is the 103, and then this ship. And you'll be the one looking like a frakking fool." Unsure if anyone really was coming, she continued dwelling on the happier memories, things that took her mind off of this.
The thought of death was something that didn't scare her anymore. "Technically I have died before. I've watched most of the people I love die. So don't think you scare me." She smirked, but felt the sadness inside of missing those that had gone. There were many, far too many, and she wondered what life would be like if they were still alive. "You forget, I'm Tauron. Trained by the best. Nothing breaks away..." Once the towel was placed over her head again, Sam managed to jerk one arm free of the straps. She began swinging wildly, hoping to connect with something.
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Jul 22, 2012 23:06:15 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 23:06:15 GMT -6
Having the Centurion hold down her hand, he amplified the defibrillator pads as shocked her, stopping her heart as he stopped pouring the water; waiting twenty seconds till he restarted her heart. Hearing her gasp for air, he lowered the amperage while the Centurion secured her arm; "Got word from my contacts on Terra, Michael is dead, the Ha La Tha sent their best and after only killing four of their men they hacked him into pieces. The Atlantia isn't too far, I wonder if they can survive against 20 Basestars,"
Spotting that the Centurion had reinforced the bindings, he nodded as it walked away as he poured more water over her chest as he sent a small jolt through; "What was your mission? I can promise you in a couple hours nobody will know."
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Jul 23, 2012 2:42:54 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 23, 2012 2:42:54 GMT -6
Sam felt a tear glide down her face, and she turned her head to the side. It felt as if she was on the edge of death, having died before, the feeling was all too familiar. "One day, I'll get my hands on you, and then you'll pray for a quick death." She took in slow, shallow breaths. "You cylons are jealous ... most of you are cold and heartless. Humans have compassion, trust, loyalty, love. You have nothing, so you try to take that from us..."
She closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them again as the ship began to shake. Sam's lips moved up into a small smile, looking back up at the Seven. "You're frakked."
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Jul 23, 2012 3:01:31 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 3:01:31 GMT -6
Grinning as he placed the towel over her head, "I doubt that day will come," pausing as he noticed the Centurions taking position around the doorway as he moved against the wall with a pistol in hand.
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