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Post by Amy81 on Feb 20, 2007 20:00:57 GMT -6
Amy first did what Brie had asked, making a call to see when repair crews were supposed to start working on the viper assigned to Ensign Shannon. It was slightly more complicated than she thought getting the information, for word hadn't gotten all the way around yet that Amy was back to active duty. Some still thought she was in a coma. It seemed that sometimes word traveled slowly, and other times impossibly fast for it's own good.
But in the end she'd learned that a crew was already on it. During a jump, viper maintenance was always high on the list since none of them could be flown while a jump was in progress. Satisfied with the information, Amy had closed the com and turned to her next task, setting up her bed and unpacking her stuff.
She unpacked everything onto the bed before losing interest. Her mind was on Brie and her date with Major JustinB, hoping that they were both having a great time. Amy wanted to be able to wait up for her mom, but with the jump it might be a day or two before Brie would be back.
With a sigh Amy pushed some of her stuff out of the way and flopped onto the bed, getting comfortable sitting up with a pillow behind her back. She picked up the remote and flipped through the several channels on the TV, even content to seeing what was on IFB just to while away a centon or two.....
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Post by LucianG on Feb 21, 2007 7:09:39 GMT -6
On the Galactica, Roxzanna-Rizou's producer had finally given up. She had spoken with several people on the Starliner Alpha about the potential story, but so far, everything had been a dead end. No one knew anything about the celebrity Warrior Major JustinB visiting the ship. On finding a shuttle that would get her to a transfer point so she could get to her home ship prior to the jump, she sent an electronic message to the reporter that she was going to be out of voice contact for a while, but that if she needed anything, contact her by text. The producer smiled as she closed her eyes. It was going to be very nice to have some peace and quiet on a ride for a change, with no Miss Goddess Roxzy to boss her around.
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On the shuttle between the Agro Ship and the Starliner Alpha, Roxzanna-Rizou was definitely NOT smiling. In fact, from what she recalled, this very ride was one of if not THE very worst period of her entire life. The possible exceptions were the night the Cylons attacked, the very first jumps, and that one particular night with the idolized triad champ who turned out to be.... She shuddered at the thought of the last non-event and the seemingly wonderful opportunity so dreadfully lost. "Okay, second worst night of my life," she thought to herself.
She was trapped between the crates, with her body trapped against that of her vid-op. She was pretty sure the only reason they hadn't been crushed was the vid-case trapped between some of the crates. She couldn't see it, but she feared for her make-up bag strapped to the side of the vid-case. "Lords, if it has been crushed," she thought, "N'Rondar might yet meet his demise on this fracking ride! And maybe even if it hasn't been!"
N'Rondar the vid-op was not exactly a great looking guy. He was a little older than her, a little taller and quite a bit wider, and a whole lot hairier in all the wrong places. To make matters worse, it must have been centars, or maybe even an entire cycle, since he'd bathed. His body odor was pretty bad, but the smell of his breath was far, far worse. "What in the Nine Hells had he eaten, anyway? Lords!" Then, there was the matter of her position. In her low cut dress with her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, he was getting a bird's eye view that he'd done absolutely nothing to deserve, EVER, but which was obviously giving him ample excitement. She would have shuddered at that thought, but restrained herself, fearing that would excite him even more. Oh! If only she could move her knee, she'd take care of that once and for all!
Finally, there was the position of his hand. How in Hades had it ended up there? In a gritted whisper, she said, "N'Rondar, I'm pretty sure that I'm not yet so old that my left buttock needs support from your hand. Move it, you idiot, or I'll have you transferred to vid-monitoring duty on the garbage scow instead of vid-opping on the best ships in the Fleet!"
"Sorry, arm's trapped," he replied with a sheepish grin, but a little more loudly than he'd intended. She gave him a quick "Shsshh!" that, unfortunately, carried even further.
On the flight deck, one of the pilots looked to the other and said, "Hey, did you just hear something back there?"
The other looked at her and said, "Nope. Probably just something shifing in the crates. Let's try to be careful so nothing gets broken in there."
"Yeah, right," replied the female pilot, grabbing hold of her seat just in time as the male pilot gave the shuttle a little jink to the right, then a corrective move back to the left. As the crates shifted slightly, the move succeeded in pressing the reporter and the vid-op even more closely together. N'Rondar gave her rear a squeeze and smiled as he took another long, enjoyable look downward. The vid-op thought to himself, "Yep, this has to be one of the most deliciously fun nights of my life."
Roxzanna-Rizou, on the other hand, scowled at him then turned her head away in disgust, hoping for a breath of fresh air that just wasn't available, as she imagined appropriate punishments for the idiot squeezed against her. Yes, on second thought, she decided, this had to be THE worst time of her life!
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Post by Brie on Feb 21, 2007 9:26:01 GMT -6
Hand in hand they walked to the dance floor. The small band had just started playing a slow song, and JustinB took Brie into his arms. It didn't matter that the room was crowded, she felt as if they were the only two people there. Why she had been so worried about the evening Brie wasn't sure. It felt as if it was meant to be, something that might be lasting. But Brie knew better than that. One thing that she had discovered in her life was that nothing good ever lasted. Here she was, a woman with one of the most dangerous jobs in the fleet, falling for a man with the same dangerous job. It was something that she had promised herself she would never do again, she would never care that way for another warrior. Somehow, though, with JustinB's arms wrapped around her, her rock-hard principles about relationships and dating flew right out the window. They might have a hundred yahrens or they might only have that night. Whatever it was, she would savor every micron.
"Thank you," Brie whispered into JustinB's ear. "I can't even begin to tell you how much this evening has meant to me."
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Post by Brie on Feb 21, 2007 9:26:35 GMT -6
His name was the last one on the list. Challa had looked slightly worried, but "Holt" knew that it would be there. As they entered the Dance Hall they both scanned the room, but for different reasons. Challa was looking to see who might be in the crowd, hoping to see a Siress or maybe an actor from General Sickbay. Holt, on the other hand, was looking specifically for someone. Having had to clean the rooms many times, he knew how long most couples spent in a private dining room. Their next action was usually dancing or gambling. He had taken a gamble of his own, thinking that Brie and JustinB would choose dancing, and that gamble paid off. He saw them on the dance floor, towards the back, seemingly oblivious to everything around them. He was sickened by the sight.
Holt grabbed Challa's hand. "Come on, my pet, let's dance."
Challa squealed with delight. "My pet," she repeated. "That's the second time you've called me that tonight. I like it."
"I'm glad," Holt replied. "Anything for you, my pet." He put his arms around her and slowly they started to move across the dance floor. Challa didn't seem to notice that Holt was trying to maneuver his way towards the back.
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Post by LucianG on Feb 21, 2007 11:56:46 GMT -6
The shuttlecraft finally landed in the small shuttle bay aboard the Starliner Alpha. It took a several centons for the first crate to be removed, but after that, the others followed quickly. As soon as the big crate pinning them in was slid back, Roxzanna-Rizou's knee came up sharply, hitting N'Ronder right where it hurt. As he pitched forward slightly, she grabbed his crotch and said as she twisted, just a bit, "If you ever do that again, you will be very, very sorry. Understand?"
From his eyes, she could tell he understood perfectly well and that he was very, very sorry at that very micron, so she released him, roughly. Then, massaging her limbs trying to get the blood flow to return to normal, she said, "Come on. We have a story to track." She turned and marched off the shuttle, not caring if anyone from the shuttle crew, or anyone else for that matter, saw her.
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Post by LucianG on Feb 22, 2007 6:40:52 GMT -6
Purposefully ignoring the stares of and whistles by several Techs servicing a shuttle, Roxzanna-Rizou made a beeline for a restroom off the side of the shuttle bay. She looked at the mess staring at her from the mirror. The mussed hair, the smeared makeup, and the wrinkled dress--horrible. She quickly adjusted her top for maximum appeal, and straightened the wrinkles as much as possible. Turning sideways, she judged that quite acceptable, then tried to fix her hair but without much success. Where the frack was her kit with her brush and her makeup? And that damned producer! Never around when she was needed. Well, she'd just have to take care of the situation herself!
She quickly exited the room, almost running into N'Ronder. By then, he had regained his composure, and he grinned slyly as he held the make-up case out toward her on one finger. Seeing that he was enjoying her current disheveled state almost as much as he'd enjoyed the earlier view, she grabbed the case roughly, hoping that the strap would pull off the finger in the process. She returned to the restroom to make herself presentable without so much as saying "Thank you."
The admiring Techs clustered around the shuttle had returned to work, though they were all glancing up frequently to avoid missing her exit from the room. There were a few more whistles when she returned to grab the case, but then it was back to work once more. However, a few microns after she'd stomped back into the room, they were shocked to hear the shriek from the restroom as Roxzanna-Rizou opened her case....
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Post by Brie on Feb 22, 2007 12:11:07 GMT -6
Challa was having the time of her life. She had no idea how a man who had until recently been a loner had become such a good dancer, but it didn’t matter. She knew almost nothing about his childhood, he had probably learned then. As Holt twirled her across the floor she could tell that several pairs of eyes were set in their direction, watching their elegant style. Having always blended into the background, it felt good to be admired. She hoped that the evening would never end.
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Post by Brie on Feb 22, 2007 12:11:29 GMT -6
"Holt" was embarrassed. How Challa could be such a lummox he didn’t understand. She had stepped on his feet three...make that four times, and they had been dancing for only a couple of centons. He knew that people were staring and he knew exactly why. Challa not only danced like a buffoon but looked downright ridiculous. Where the frack did she get that dress, at a clown convention? And how much makeup could one woman wear? Still, she was serving a purpose. Slowly they were moving closer to his target. Timing was everything, and until the right moment Holt amused himself with thoughts of Whatshername from the Reservations Desk and the promise that he had made. This monogamy felgercarb HAD to come to an end.
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Post by Amy81 on Feb 22, 2007 17:10:52 GMT -6
From behind one of the floor-to-ceiling elegant curtains, Ally's father looked at the scene before him with pride. He'd lived for this moment, as did the other residents of the grand starliner, when the grand ballroom and casino would once again glitter as it did in it's heyday, with it's walls echoing the laughter and conversation of guests.
It was a happy time...
And yet Ally's father couldn't share in the joy the way he thought he would have. For elsewhere on the ship, his daughter was home. But not in the family quarters they'd fashioned out of what they could find on the gutted liner.
Ally was in the rehab section.
Long ago the medical staff of the Callisto had realized that they needed more space for long term patient care. The call had gone out for ships that might have the space needed for a facility, and after several more suitable candidates dropped out of the running for various reasons, the Starliner Alpha had become the consensus choice. With it's ample yet gutted decks, the raw space needed for the sprawling facility ended up being exactly what medlab needed.
Ally's dad turned away, and as he walked through a side door behind the curtain, the sounds of laughter faded along with all signs of grandeur and splendor. He walked along a corridor lit only with a string of lights, grit and bits of materials crunching under his feet. At the end of the corridor he went up three flights of stairs, the last of which was patched together with spare materials to make a completed access stairwell. Out the door at this level, his eyes were greeted again by another world...
The rehab facility, looking as if it had been transplanted whole from the Callisto. Indeed, if he used his imagination he could feel he was on the great battlestar. He walked through two sets of doors that separated the facility from the gutted areas, and headed for his daughter's room. All about him dedicated professionals went about their tasks, treating patients, offering therapy of all kinds, working on cures for a variety of aliments, and hoping for breakthroughs to improve the wellbeing of the people of the fleet. It was a world unto itself, self contained and filled with the brightest medics the fleet could produce.
And now home to Ally, warrior of Bronze Squadron....
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Post by JustinB on Feb 22, 2007 19:45:17 GMT -6
"It has been my pleasure and a honour to make your evening. I must confess, this is the best night I have ever had in my whole life. So thank you from the bottom of my heart," I replied gazing deep into her enchanting eyes.
As we were dancing Brie's arm brushed my jacket pocket and felt something in there.
"What do you have in there JustinB?" she asked.
Not wanting to answer straight away, I guided her to the side of the room still dancing. As we got to the side of the room, I motioned for Brie to sit down and pulled the box containing the bracelet out of the pocket.
"Brie, the time we have been friends has been the best time of my life. To mark this occasion and a token for how I feel about you, I want you to have this." I handed her the box and waited for her to open it.
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