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Post by Brie on Apr 8, 2006 10:31:24 GMT -6
The guard returned to his station, thinking. Logan...Logan. The name rang a bell somewhere in the back of his mind. It was hard to tell with warriors, the whole lot of them were always trying to get interviewed on IFB, trying to milk their 15 centons of fame for all they could. There's another one he thought, looking at the smiling face of Dolet on the monitor. He turned away, he had something else to do. All of the guards had been told to report any information that the surviving followers of Pierce might accidentally give them. He knew it wasn't much. "Prisoner Comeek asked about a warrior named Logan. Seemed surprised that she wasn't in the brig. He also asked for a protector, said he's ready to enter his plea." He pressed send, that was that. He looked back at the monitor and shook his head in disgust. Get the fracking camera off of his ugly face and pan it down to her legs!!
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Post by Brie on Apr 9, 2006 12:30:37 GMT -6
Enoch sat at the desk in his small shared quarters. Since he and his partner, Jared, had been removed as Brie’s bodyguards they had been given the task of scrutinizing every possible lead about Pierce and any followers who might still be alive but uncaptured. They had even tried to put out a few feelers themselves. They had a reputation for being the dirtiest of the blackshirts, but it was really all a cover. Unfortunately they had lost some of that reputation while guarding Brie, especially when Doctor Ellis had tried to kill her in the middle of her surgery and they were forced to take action. So now instead of pretending to be Pierce’s loyal subjects they were forced to play the part they knew so well, blackshirts for hire. It was easy enough for most people to believe, so many security officers were willing to look the other way when a few cubits were slipped into their hands.
“We’ve got a message,” Jared told his partner. “What’s the matter, you busy dreaming of Captain Amy again?”
“Oh you shut up,” Enoch said. He pressed a few buttons and a report appeared on his monitor. “This is interesting.”
“What?”
"‘Prisoner Comeek asked about a warrior named Logan,’” Enoch read. “‘Seemed surprised that she wasn't in the brig. He also asked for a protector, said he's ready to enter his plea.’"
"Logan," Jared said with a grin. "Isn't she the one with..."
"Oh, yeah." Enoch grinned as well. "What a woman! Anyway, according to her file she was cleared of any improprieties. She was only pretending to follow Pierce to see what information she could find out. She was one of the heroes on the Agro Ship."
"Apparently that Comeek idiot didn't realize that she was pretending," Jared commented.
Enoch was quiet for several microns. "Maybe she could pretend a little while longer, see if she could find out what Comeek knows."
"She's a warrior and there's a battle going on!"
"Not now, stupid," Enoch said, shaking his head. "After the battle is over. At least she might be able to find out why he suddenly decided that he wanted to enter a plea. He's not the first one, several of those cult members have decided that they suddenly wanted to. I think something might be up, and Logan might be our best bet to find out what."
Jared grinned again. "At the very least it would give us a chance to see her again. I hope she leaves the room first, I just love that view!"
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Post by Brie on Apr 13, 2006 10:40:57 GMT -6
Pierce was out of bed, pacing in the small, makeshift recovery room. Where was that doctor? He had promised the information on his new life within a centar but it had been much longer. He had better have a good excuse, or else...
As if on cue the door opened. "Master, I'm sorry it took so long," the doctor apologized. He had a file in his hand. "There was an emergency call from the Callisto. They were looking for medical personnel, including a midwife. Since the Callisto is a military ship they're aren't many pregnancies and since that's where the woman carrying your son is..."
"I understand," Pierce said, curiosity in his voice. "Did you find anything out?"
"Just that the call has been answered," the doctor told him. "The battlestars are away from the fleet at the micron, but the Agro Ship is close enough that they should be able to send a shuttle."
"The Agro Ship," Pierce repeated, remembering the debacle that was supposed to have brought him into power. A smile crossed his face as he remembered one of his most loyal followers, one who had helped arrange the backup plan and would still be alive. One who, if he remembered correctly, had trained as a midwife. "Interesting. Thank you, my son. Do you have the information that you promised?"
"Yes, Master." The doctor handed Pierce the folder. "I hope you approve. Holt, the man whose name we stole, was a loner. He wasn't close enough to anyone for them to really know him well, and he won't be missed. I don't think that anyone has even noticed that he's gone."
"What happened to him?" Pierce wanted to know.
"What everyone thinks happened to you," the doctor replied. "Out the airlock, although Holt was pushed."
"Thank you, my son," Pierce repeated. "You have done well."
"Thank you, Master." The doctor walked to the door and bowed low. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."
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Post by Brie on Apr 13, 2006 13:17:28 GMT -6
Still looking deathly pale, Boleman was trying not to let Kyla see how nervous he was. He jumped and almost fell when his comm buzzed. "Boleman, here."
"Boleman, it's Doc Bkj," the voice on the other end said. "How's Kyla?"
"Better than he is," Kyla yelled from across the room.
Boleman ignored her. "She's holding up okay."
"How far apart are the contractions?" Doc asked.
"About 37 centons," he answered.
"We still have plenty of time," Doc assured him. "Keep her comfortable. I've just received word that a midwife will be on the way soon. Gotta go. All three of you will be just fine.”
Hearing that help was eventually coming didn't make Boleman feel any better, but he continued to try not to let it show.
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Post by Brie on May 10, 2006 13:13:22 GMT -6
"They're 15 centons apart, and that was the longest one yet," Boleman said, staring at his wrist chrono. “I think I need to contact Bkj again.”
“Relax,” Kyla said for about the hundredth time. “She said 10 centons apart, not 15. And she told you that a midwife is on the way. Everything is progressing normally. I happen to know something about the birth process. After all, I am a medtech.”
"How many babies have you delivered?" a panicked Boleman asked.
"Well," Kyla said slowly, a calmness in her voice, "none by myself. But I've assisted with several. Everything is fine, I promise."
Boleman stared at Kyla for several microns, a growing respect in his heart. He no longer noticed her blank eye. What had once been an obvious deformity was obvious no more. He couldn't see how she had ever followed Pierce. He knew that Pierce had played on people's weaknesses, but Kyla was the strongest person that he had ever met.
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Post by Amy81 on May 11, 2006 5:57:47 GMT -6
Em paced the Agroship hanger bay impatiently. The only passenger shuttle scheduled for the battlestar had been grounded due to battle conditions, and the pilot had refused to take off. Even though the flight deck and navigator informed him that the path was clear at the moment, the final decision was his and he wasn't going to risk the flight.
Em checked her chrono, her temper rising by the micron. More than once she'd been asked to step back from the landing area, even though no shuttles were landing. One more time, she thought, and I'll deck the crewman.
Puffing on a fumerette, Em now watched as a shuttle taxied up into launch position. She stomped out her smoke and walked up to the nearest crewman. "What's going on? Is that shuttle leaving?"
"Yes m'am" the crewman replied. "Supply run to the Callisto. No passengers though."
"Why not?" Em asked.
"No seats" he replied. "It's strictly a hauler shuttle. Excuse me." He walked over towards the cargo being loaded into the rear of the shuttle, checking a clipboard as he went.
Em watched him go, noticing that the side ramp was unattended at the moment. Walking naturally, like she belonged there, Em walked to the ramp and right on up inside the shuttle.
Inside, she looked for a good place to hide. She could hear the cargo being loaded, but it was piled so high where she was standing that she couldn't see anyone, and they couldn't see her.
Perfect.
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Post by Brie on May 11, 2006 14:16:24 GMT -6
Pierce felt strong as he paced back and forth, reciting the information on his new life. "Name, Holt. Born on the second Sagittarian moon. Age..." Pierce laughed, "39 yahrens. Family, deceased. Parents and brother perished during the Cylon attack on the Colonies. Sealed briefly at age 24, wife’s name Freeta. Freeta and her family died when shuttle they were passengers on exploded, probably due to a fuel line malfunction. Occupation...” Pierce paused, thinking. How could he use it to his advantage? “janitor. Currently works light cycle on Textile Ship. On medical leave after a burn accident, expected to return within a sectar.” Pierce stopped pacing and opened the file again. Wanting to transfer to a different ship wouldn’t be unusual, he thought, especially after that terrible fire. I’ll need to have that taken care of right away. I wonder if they need another janitor on the Prison Barge... He took the picture of Holt out of the file, walked over to the mirror, and stared. The resemblance was uncanny.
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Post by Amy81 on May 12, 2006 5:56:40 GMT -6
The shuttle cargo door slammed shut, and all was silent in the hold. It was also pitch black, and Em couldn't see a thing as she tried to get comfortable in between the large crates of supplies. She lurched and slammed hard to one side as the shuttle rumbled to life and began the short journey into space.
The shuttle shook harder and harder, and in the darkness Em could picture some unfastened crate suddenly crashing down on top of her. She put an arm up to offer some defense, but as quickly as the shaking began it suddenly smoothed out as the shuttle left the deck.
"Em has left the building" she whispered to herself. She put her arm down and tried again to get comfortable. As one of the higher ups on the Agro ship, she wasn't used to this sort of travel. But it was worth it.
HE was worth it.
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Post by Amy81 on May 16, 2006 10:51:11 GMT -6
Em had lost all sense of time as she rode in the darkened cargo hold. She had no warning that the shuttle was even close to the battlestar. There was just the sudden jolt of the landing gear striking the deck, and then the sense of motion as the shuttle rolled down the landing strip and slowly came to a rest.
Okay, Em thought, now what? Her eyes were accustomed to the darkness. When the hatch opens that first blast of light was going to blind her pretty good for a few moments. Em figured the best thing to do was stay concealed until her eyes readjusted, so she stayed where she was in spite of a great need to get up and stretch, and waited for someone to open the cargo bay doors....
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Post by Brie on May 16, 2006 13:12:50 GMT -6
“We’re down to 11 centons,” Boleman panicked. “I need to contact the med lab again.”
“Eleven centons, 54 microns,” Kyla corrected with increasing frustration. SHE was the one in labor, why was Boleman acting like it was only his problem?
“Okay, but as soon as we’re under 11 centons I’m calling Bkj,” Boleman said. “I don’t give a frack about microns.”
Kyla relaxed for a moment, a peaceful feeling sweeping over her. “Someone will be here soon. I’m sure of it.”
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