artus
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Post by artus on Jul 19, 2009 3:06:10 GMT -6
As the door opened, a bright light shone in Artus' face. He couldn't quite make out the person that stepped inside.
Deciding that would be the best course of action, Artus made to get up so he could salute the person coming in. No harm in kissing ass, he thought. But then he heard the stranger say:
"Please remain seated, lieutenant. You and I have much to discuss."
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BRIK
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Post by BRIK on Jul 20, 2009 1:18:51 GMT -6
Having escorted his friend, Ensign Upham, for as long as he was able, the two friends parted company in good spirits as Captain Brik returned to his duties.
Things had begun to move quickly and he had to think and react on his feet and, as usual aboard an operational battlestar, change objectives quickly and easily.
For reasons unknown to him (nor did it really matter) his presence was no longer needed for a meeting with the Commander, and he had reunited with Upham and helped him as much as possible for the time being. Given the "issues" that came to bear during the recent prisoner transfer, Brik headed to see another old friend . . . this one in the battlestar's "other" armory that resided quietly and QUITE unofficially on one of the lowest levels of the mighty Callisto. The lower decks were rarely seen by anyone but maintenance personnel. And, of course, the various and sundry "drop-outs" and other harmless (mostly) individuals, all of whom served a purpose on the old battlestar but preferred to act "behind the scenes". Among the knowledgeable, the lower areas had even gained a nickname based on the murky nature of the area's corridors and hallways (not to mention it's inhabitants). It was known as BROWN SECTOR.
Walking calmly but purposefully through Brown Sector, Brik marveled (as he always did) at the size of the massive ship that allowed such large un-used pockets of space to exist in the first place. Turning a corner, he found who and what he needed.
The man saw Brik and broke into a broad smile, as did the Colonial Warrior. That's to be expected when old friends meet. They shook hands, each man's hand around the other man's forearm, as warriors do. "Brik!" "Guffy!" For the occasion, Brik reached into a pocket and removed two finely-aged fumerillo's and handed one to his companion. Guffy laughed and spoke, "You brought the fume's, I'll bring the flames." and lit a match for both of their fumerillo's.
Smoking, laughing, drinking ambrosia, and talking of times both old and new, the time had come to speak of business. The man called Guffy regarded his smoke and glass slowly and with appreciation before he finally broached the subject. "Brik...I've been trying to get you to pack a larger 'suitcase' when you travel, have you finally come to your senses?" The man called Brik simply grinned as he brought forth a hand written note on old paper. Guffy read the paper, his eyebrow raising with surprise and respect. Several minutes later, the Captain gave a man an impressive stack of cubits and the man gave a Captain an impressive array of rather dangerous-looking ordinance. The two men spoke a bit longer, then the warrior took his leave, as they both knew he was required to. Guffy looked after his friend and spoke softly to himself, shaking his head. "Well, Brik, it's about time . . . and I hope that you're correct, that you never need that felgercarb." He returned to his other business as Brik did the same.
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BRIK
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Post by BRIK on Jul 20, 2009 1:27:28 GMT -6
Brik stashed the sealed case of "items" in a locked foot-locker in his meager but much-appreciated private quarters. He then made contact with Logan by comm and advised her to either meet him or give her location, they needed to talk before any mission got underway. As he did so, he absently wondered what had happened to that new Black Squadron ensign (Gearbox, was it?) that he'd seen in the corridor earlier. He'd keep an eye out, just in case the rookie still needed assistance. **OOC** I meant to post these two in ch. 39-C paradoxes but I forgot**
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Post by Brie on Jul 21, 2009 8:56:53 GMT -6
Brie turned on the IFB monitor, curious as to how far the news of her return had spread. She lay down on the cot and stretched out. After a story about the remodeling of one of the old tankers and another about how a young girl saved her brother’s life as he was fooling around too close to an airlock, the one she was waiting for came on. “Again, our top story; breaking news on the Battlestar Callisto.” the anchor said. “We now go to Roxzanna-Rizou for the details.”
Roxzanna-Rizou’s face filled the monitor. She hadn’t changed much since Brie had spent time dodging her on the Callisto as she tried to find the mystery redhead that JustinB had been involved with. Had been. Brie glanced at the sleeping babies and smiled. At least I got you two out of that dreadful relationship.
As if she hadn’t been quite ready for the camera, Roxzanna-Rizou brushed some hair out of her make-up covered face. She was standing in a waiting area, people behind her kept trying to get into the shot and wave. “Sources, speaking on terms of anonymity, have told us that an alien ship has landed aboard the Battlestar Callisto. No official word yet on where it’s from, but we’ve been told that the pilot and two passengers are from a species that the fleet hadn’t yet encountered. Not to worry, we’re told that they seem friendly. I’m waiting for a shuttle to the Callisto now…”
“Hear that, ladies?” Brie said to her sleeping daughters. “They’ve never seen our species before, but at least we seem friendly.” Brie laughed slightly, someone had purposely leaked false information to the IFB. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad, part of her just wanted to get her return over with so she could just start the next phase of her life. As a promo for General Sickbay came on, Brie closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.
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artus
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Post by artus on Jul 21, 2009 22:52:07 GMT -6
When the conversation was over, Artus found himself stunned with disbelief.
"So, will you do it?" he was asked.
He caught himself saying: "By the Lords of Kobol...."
Again, the voice from the other side of the room:
"Lieutenant?"
Artus sighed.
"Yes, yes, I'll do it. For Sagan's sake, how can I say no to something like this. Especially considering what's at stake..."
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Post by Brie on Jul 28, 2009 11:15:04 GMT -6
Even with her eyes open, Brie could see nothing. It was pitch black. She strained her ears, there was no sound. "Hello?" she said hopefully.
"Fight it, Brie."
"Oh." Still unable to see anything, Brie sat back. "Turner. You're dead, and this is just a figment of my imagination. You're a dream, you don't exist anymore."
"Come on, Brie," Turner pleaded. "You know better than that. How many times have I helped you? I also told you that you were having twins…twin girls. I was right. We have a connection that can't be separated, not even by death."
"You don't exist anymore," Brie repeated. "And since you don't exist, I can make you go away. All I need to do is concentrate." She closed her eyes.
"No, Brie you need to fiiiiightttttt iiiiiiitttttt…" Turner's voice trailed off, leaving Brie's dream once again in silence and darkness.
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artus
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Post by artus on Jul 29, 2009 5:50:31 GMT -6
As Artus stepped from the room, he put the holster belt back on. It had been taken from him when he was thrown in the brig, and it felt good to have it back. Made him feel more complete in some way. He just wasn't the same without it.
Artus cringed at the thought of what that actually said about his character.
Oh well, he had his flight status restored and was told he could start with a clean slate. He wondered how they pulled that one off.
He was ready to go for it and get to it like the Colonial Warrior that he was again.
But at what price...
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Post by Brie on Aug 4, 2009 13:03:48 GMT -6
Slowly, Brie opened her eyes. Parts of the dream were still there. She remembered the darkness, and vaguely thought that Turner had appeared. That was strange, she almost always remembered the dreams of her late husband. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light. It took her a micron to remember where for was, for a fleeting moment she had thought that she was still on the planet. She checked on the babies, both were sleeping soundly. As soon as they were released from the med lab they would move into their new quarters, near the Callisto Training Academy. Brie wondered if her position there was still available, she hadn't thought to ask.
For no reason Brie walked over and put her ear to the door. She could hear the two blackshirts talking, but couldn't make out more than a few isolated words. She lay back down on the bed. "They don't trust me," she said to herself, her voice barely a whisper. "After all I've done for them, and here I'm under guard, again. It's insulting."
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Post by Brie on Aug 7, 2009 9:33:50 GMT -6
There was a slight knock on the door. “Major Brie?” a voice said softly. “Are you awake?”
“Come in,” Brie replied. The door opened and an assistant med tech entered. She had a tray in her hands. “I’ve been up for awhile now. I guess I’m going to have to get used to sleeping for shorter periods of time, at least for now.”
The assistant med tech placed the food tray down and took a step closer to one of the cribs. Palma was stirring. “Any chance I could…”
Brie smiled. She automatically liked the young woman. “Go ahead. They’ve both been fed, burped, and changed, and they slept relatively well. I’m sure that Palma would like a little bit of cuddling.”
Carefully, the assistant picked up the child. “She’s so precious. I love children. They’re our future. It’s amazing how they start as just a blank slate, and we have to teach them EVERYTHING. To this perfect child there’s no war, no Cylons, no fleet, no Earth, only the here and now. We could learn a lot from children.”
“What’s your name?” Brie asked.
“Adara.”
“Well, Adara, I’m going to be needing some help with these two. Someone to watch them when I’m on duty. I’ve been assigned fairly large quarters, and since my oldest daughter isn’t around I have an extra room. Are you interested? It beats changing bedpans.”
“Definitely!” Adara said.
“I’ll take care of the details, and let you know as soon as it’s official.”
Adara returned Palma to the crib. “Thank you, Major. Oh, I’m supposed to inform you that your psychological exam is in one centar.”
Brie rolled her eyes. “Thanks. I’m looking forward to it.” She took a sip of coffee from the cup on the tray. “And I’ll be in touch.”
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Post by Brie on Aug 8, 2009 9:42:48 GMT -6
Brie ate her meal and then dressed. She went to look at her wrist chrono, but realized that she no longer had one. It dawned on her that she had no idea what time it was, or even what time of day. It felt like morning, but for all she knew they were in the middle of the second work cycle.
Before too long Adara returned. “It’s time for your exam, Major” she said. “I’ve been given permission to watch the twins, if that’s what you want.”
“That would be great,” Brie said. “But if you’re going to be their new live-in nanny, you’re going to have to call me ‘Brie.’”
“Okay, Brie,” Adara replied. It sounded slightly awkward.
“Let me see…” Brie started. She pointed towards the children. “Petra and Palma. Petra is a little bit crankier than her sister. Palma would sleep in your arms all cycle is you’d let her. And Petra likes to be swaddled very tightly. This shouldn’t take too long, and if you need anything, you know where to find me.” She stepped towards the door.
“Brie,” Adara called rather hesitantly. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” Brie replied.
“Um…” Adara started slowly. “The father…is…”
“Unimportant,” Brie said, finishing the sentence. “The biggest mistake of my life. But my daughters are worth it.” She paused. “I should be back within a centar.” After one look back towards the cribs, Brie closed the door and headed towards the Catharsis Center, the two blackshirts close behind.
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