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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2006 7:07:32 GMT -6
Mar-nee’ sat back down but her eyes continued to bore into his soul as she put first one then both hands over his hand that she could reach. He responded by putting his left hand out, too, so they were holding hands in the middle of the small table. She said, “Lucian, that’s very sweet, and I really appreciate your concern, but I’m a big girl, having been sealed to a…good man…for nearly fourteen yahrens. We were often separated for relatively long periods of time because of our work assignments, so I had to take care of myself, to deal with many things I never dreamed of facing even as a young adult. I got used to saying ‘no’ to men who pushed, and to defend myself of those who pushed too hard or wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” She smiled at him and whispered conspiratorially, “And yes, my hand-to-hand self-defense skills are actually very good.”
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Post by JustinB on May 2, 2006 6:46:16 GMT -6
Looking at my orders, I knew I wasn't gonna get much rest. I made my way to the Rising Stars medical facility. It wasn't much but they might have what I need. Before I entered, I was approached by one of the hangar crew yelled out to me from the corridor. "Major, here is the bag you wanted from you viper."
"Thanks," was all all I could muster.
"Major, How do you want your viper configured?"
"Configure it for Long Range Escort with the external tanks."
"I will do it right away Major," He replied and walked away.
As I entered the med lab, nurse poked her head around and seeing I was a Colonial Warrior came right to me.
"What can I do for you Major," she asked.
"Well, I have been stuck in my viper much longer than anticipated and .."
"So you are the Major JustinB I have been hearing about on the news."
Yes, I am very dehydrated and run down. Usually I would take myself of Flight Duty but the cylons have once again caused me not to do so. What I need is to be re hydrated and something to get me through this upcoming mission. I got two centars, can you help me please?"
"Major, something like that would be totally against regulations. Look I will do it for you this time, but you have to promise me something."
"Such as?" I asked nervously.
"The next official function aboard the Callisto, I would like to attend as your guest.
i knew I was asking for trouble somewhere down the line, but I needed something done fast. "OK, I agree."
I laid down on the nearest bed and relaxed while she began the treatment. Before I knew I knew it, I was asleep.
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Post by LucianG on May 3, 2006 5:36:39 GMT -6
Something she’d said bothered him. He paused for a moment, then decided to broach the subject, asking, “Mar-nee’, you said you said ‘no’ to men who pursued you, but—but, when we met, you were sealed to Kaytoe but still agreed to go out with me. Why did you do that? I’ve been asking myself that question ever since the moment you told me that you were already sealed. You said it was because our mothers were best friends, but, for some reason, I’ve always had my doubts about that.”
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Post by LucianG on May 5, 2006 5:27:14 GMT -6
She put a hand on his cheek and patted gently as she said, “Lucian, that really was the real reason, but considering the rest of the story, I understand why you might have thought otherwise. I still remember that cycle we met like it was just yesterday—”
Lucian smiled, but Mar-nee’, on catching the look, said, “No, not because of you, silly! Remember when we first met, I had been crying my eyes out. I must have looked awful, but you were very nice to me when I really needed it. I’d just left Kaytoe on the Tupelov and returned to the Rising Star after receiving evidence that he was having an affair with a woman on that ship. I was completely heartbroken. We’d been married for about seven yahrens without me ever suspecting that he’d do something like that. I trusted him completely, and to find out that he’d betray me just…just…cut me to the quick. I went back to our room on the Tupelov, packed everything I had on the ship, which was a lot more than I thought since I generally seemed to leave things behind following each trip to see him, and took it all back to the Rising Star, determined to leave Kaytoe and never see him again. I even had to take a couple of Kaytoe’s bags and borrow one from a friend on the Tupelov!”
Hearing her sad story made his heart ache for her, but the revelation about the luggage solved one of the mysteries that had always remained in his mind since he’d discovered that she actually lived and worked on the Rising Star. At the time, he’d believed she was just another rich Lady on furlon. Well, not just ANY rich Lady. “Mar-nee’, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”
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Post by JustinB on May 9, 2006 6:23:57 GMT -6
A centar had passed before I woke up. When I did so, I felt like normal. Almost normal anyway. The facial hair was starting to get on my nerves.
I turned to the nurse, "Thankyou umm, I am sorry I never got your name."
"My name is Nylah, Major" she replied.
"Nylah, call me by my given name as you have earned that. The next formal occasion on the Callisto you will be my guest.."
She blushed, "Take these pills as they will help in your recovery. One pill every centar for the next three centars." She handed me the pills and she blushed when her hand touched mine. I kissed her on the cheek and left. I had to find Dolet as I had to give him the bad news. I went first to my allocated billet. After a long Turbo wash and shave I placed on my new crisp uniform. 'By the Lords I am glad I am always prepared' I thought to myself. As I was about to leave, I heard a knock at my door. I wondered who it could be.
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Post by LucianG on May 11, 2006 5:45:34 GMT -6
“Don’t be sorry,” she replied, “because I don’t think it was really true. The ‘evidence’ came from the woman, who, I believe, was trying to break us up so she could move in on him. Kaytoe tried to contact me repeatedly that evening, but I refused to speak with him or read his notes. I was so upset I even moved in with a couple of girlfriends in case he came looking for me. I didn’t want him to find me in our quarters and force me to listen to him either. I thought seriously about getting revenge on him, hurting him like he hurt me, before I realized that if he was really having an affair with someone else, he probably wouldn’t care what I was doing anyway. I’d be making myself just like him.”
“I’m glad you thought it through,” he said. “If you’d gone through with it, you’d have probably regretted it for the rest of your life.”
“I knew I would even before I realized that Kaytoe’s ‘affair’ was all a lie. I started feeling really guilty after spending some time…researching you. That’s when I found out about our moms.”
The implication of her words dropped on him like a shroud, suddenly clouding his mind. The surprised look was plastered on his face as he asked, “You…were researching me…over what you thought Kaytoe had done? And what you were considering doing?”
She was looking down, embarrassed as she nodded and replied, “Yes. You seemed like a very nice guy when we met, and you looked pretty interested. But,” she said as she looked up at him again, her face still slightly red, “when I agreed to go out with you, it really was because of our moms. I’d already realized my mistake and knew I would never do anything like that. The other thing was that I had spoken with Kaytoe just before we went to dinner, and we worked everything out between us. I moved back to our quarters the next morning, and he came to see me that evening at the end of First Shift, as soon as he could get a shuttle ride from the Tupelov.” She looked at her chrono and said, “We’ve got to get you to bed or you’ll be exhausted in the morning. You ready?”
Still tingly from her revelation, he nodded and said, “I’ve got a bunk assignment in the barracks. Can I walk you to your quarters before I go?”
She put a hand on his cheek and, with an almost motherly look, said, “You’re not going to stay in that transient zoo; you’re going to sleep on my couch. It will be as comfortable as one of those temporary duty bunks, and I guarantee it will be much quieter. You might actually get some real rest this way.” She shushed his mumbled objections, and, in short order, led him to her quarters.
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Post by LucianG on May 12, 2006 5:44:18 GMT -6
After the door opened, Mar-nee’, turning the lights on low, led the way into a small living room that had doors to two other rooms. Both doors were open, and in the dim light he could see a turboflush in one room and a bed in the other. It was a full-size bed with a nice fluffy blanket atop it doubling as a spread. For someone who’d lived in bunks all his life, the bed looked huge, even though, in actuality, it was only the width of two standard bunks. With the lights out in the room, he couldn’t see much else in it. Like many private quarters, the turboflush room looked so small that it didn’t appear to have a turbowash, though he had noticed a sign for a community turbowash just down the corridor as they’d approached Mar-nee’s quarters. Then, he gave the living room a closer look, seeing a small table, a couple of chairs, a small bank of cabinets with a counter and small cooktop, and a small cooler. Like most private quarters in the Fleet, everything about it was...compact. Then, looking around again, he realized that there was apparently no regular couch in the room. He glanced at the wall, looking for the tell-tale lines indicating a fold out, but, with the lighting still dim, couldn’t find anything. He looked questioningly at Mar-nee’, who was standing close to him in the small room and asked, “Your couch?”
She shook her head slowly and rolled her eyes, then put her arms around his neck and asked, “What couch?” She kissed him hungrily as she gently pushed him toward the bedroom. He responded in kind, pulling her close against him, but recovered his composure slightly and stopped her hand as she started to pull at his shirt.
“Mar-nee’, I’m not sure this is really a good idea right now,” he said sadly as he looked into her eyes. “I really think we should wait until we’re really ready for this.”
“I don’t know…I think it’s a really good idea,” she said softly but with force. Her hand slipped down and brushed him gently. “Besides, it looks to me like we’re both really ready as it is!” she giggled as she pushed him back to where he sat on the edge of the bed. Standing only centimeters in front of him at the foot of the bed, her arms went over her shoulders as she reached back to unhook the clasp on her dress. As she brought them forward again, she swept both straps off of her shoulders. The dress slipped downward, landing in a pile around her feet, revealing far more than the hint Lucian had observed earlier.
He caught his breath momentarily as he drank in the beauty of her form, then moaned softly as she pushed him on backward onto the bed. “Well...when you put it like that….”
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Post by LucianG on May 14, 2006 7:26:31 GMT -6
Lucian awoke somewhat disoriented some time later to what must have been the second or third sounding of his chrono alarm. He started to stretch but found he still had his arms around Mar-nee’. Wonderful memories of the evening flooded his mind, but this was promptly brought back in focus as he eased his arm from under her, trying to be careful not to awaken her. He noticed the numbness in his arm, and then the throbbing ache as the blood began to flow back into it. She moaned softly in her semi-sleep, taking his hand and pulling it to her lips where she gave it a gentle caress. She immediately fell back into a restful sleep, IF she’d really been awake in the first place.
Rubbing his arm to try to improve the circulation, he found his small travel kit, and stepped out of Mar-nee’s room, down the corridor, and into the community turbowash. He took care of all the essentials, and then dressed in the spare uniform from the kit. He looked at the boots and judged that they should be polished, but a quick glance at the chrono and he realized that he really didn’t have time. He hurried back to Mar-nee’s room and let himself inside.
In the bedroom, he found that she hadn’t moved since he’d left her. Kneeling down beside the bed, he softly caressed her face, moving some stray hairs out of the way. He softly kissed her on the forehead. She didn’t stir, so he whispered, “I’ll see you soon, my love.”
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Post by JustinB on May 16, 2006 9:24:44 GMT -6
The door opened and it was Dolet. "Sorry for disturbing you Major," he said.
"No, its OK Dolet, what can I do for you?" I replied with a smile hoping to show him I wasn't annoyed with him,
"I was just wondering if I was going to be needed anytime soon?"
"Well Ensign, I haven't gotten around to posting any orders yet, But I would like you to be my wingman on a Long range Escort."
"Not to question you Sir, but shouldn't you be taking it easy since your ordeal?"
"Your concern is duly noted Dolet, but I have taken measures to make sure I was ready for what is to come very soon. Report to the Launch Bay in one centar.'
"Sure Major, I will be there."
When he left I decided to check to see what might have been left for me in my absence. I typed in my personal communication ID and waited to see what was waiting for me.
After a few moments I saw that there was a request from Colonel Charybdis for evaluation on all my squadron members.There were a few letters hoping that I would be found ,but what caught my was a message from Major Brie. I opened it up and read it..
I’m glad to hear that you’re alright. I myself am recovering well, although I’ll be on light duty for a while. Maybe when you return to the Callisto we can talk.” “Major Brie.”
I wondered what it was about. I hoped she wasn't going to say I was being placed on report for spending time with her while she was in a coma. Well whatever happens will. I had a mission to prepare for and I couldn't let personal issues cloud my judgment. But before I signed off, I fired off a quick reply..
'Brie, It is good to hear you are doing well, even if you are on light duties. Me, I am glad to be alive and getting back to normal. I am off on a long range escort soon and am looking forward to having a talk with you. May the Lords Of Kobol be with you. JustinB'
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Post by LucianG on May 16, 2006 11:38:33 GMT -6
Several centars later on a shuttlecraft far from the Rising Star and the Fleet, Fallel called Lucian’s name for the third time, “Lucian, it really is time to wake UP! You have been asleep for over two centars.” “Uhm, sorry. I ‘preciate you letting me get a bit of rest,” Lucian mumbled as he struggled to come fully awake. He groaned as he stretched in the seat, which he then brought fully upright. He started scanning the shuttlecraft’s controls.
Straightfaced, Fallel said, “That is no problem, Sir. I am always glad to fill in for certain sleepyhead superior officers. But, considering the circumstances, Commander Sheba probably would not wish for you to go out again on the night before a critical mission, especially when you have only a half shift to prepare, and particularly with THAT woman. Mar-nee’ appears to be far too good for you anyway. Perhaps, a better-looking, younger, more experienced man….” He grinned as he struck an exaggerated pose to show that he had someone in mind.
“Your other two—or is it three right now?—girlfriends on the Callisto probably wouldn’t like that too much,” said Lucian with a wink. Fallel had developed a something of a reputation as a serious lady’s man over the past couple of yahrens, making up for all the yahrens he’d spent in Cylon captivity. “Besides, I don’t think it would work out between the two of you anyway. She really likes her gentlemen to be able to use contractions on at least a semi-regular basis.”
“No, only one at the moment, though that could easily change. Hmm, if THAT’S what it takes to win the fair maiden Mar-nee’ from you, I’LL redouble my efforts to remember and fully institute their proper use,” deadpanned the Frodarian Outlander, who could but rarely did use contractions. The Cylons on the moon Frodar Epsilon Alpha had only spoken in their stilted version of the Colonial tongue, and had expected their slaves to speak in kind. The Cylons had even enforced this rule for humans speaking with other humans in their prison cells, so their slaves would not be able to secretly plot against them. A long period of forced isolation was often the punishment for violators, though other, sometimes much more severe, punishments had been used on a frequent basis. As a result, only a very few of the slaves had survived to be rescued, and at least two of those had since committed suicide, evidently unable to cope with their memories, or, some of the therapists suggested, perhaps their change in circumstances. Fallel seemed to be one of the lucky ones who had learned to cope with the demons of those dark yahrens, and to live. Still, after several yahrens of freedom, he like most of the few other surviving slaves still spoke in the manner that had been forced upon them for so many yahrens before. Old habits sometimes died hard.
Fallel said, “Seriously, Lucian, you appear to be a very lucky man. Based on the way she came running up at the last micron before we boarded and gave you that kiss, she seems to care a great deal about you, for some reason. She even appeared to surprise you. I did not—didn’t—realize your relationship was quite as advanced as that display represented. I hope, for your sake, that it works out as you so obviously wish. Someday, I too hope to have a chance at an extended relationship leading to something like that, but for now, frequent intensive bouts of white hot passion with a wide variety of very beautiful and very sensual women will have to do for me.”
Lucian nodded silently at Fallel’s statement, but the final words made him respond, “But, remember, my friend, when dealing with that ‘white hot passion’ you mentioned, you’ve got to be very careful to keep from burning the other person, or worse yet, being badly burned yourself.”
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