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Post by Amy81 on Jun 11, 2007 12:27:19 GMT -6
Lt. Dolet looked at the assignments posted with growing disappointment. He wasn't on it. One micron he's flying with Major JustinB, and now he was off the top missions being assigned.
"Uh oh, so much for the rising star of Black Squadron" a warrior looking over his shoulder said.
"Yeah" Dolet said absentmindedly, not thinking to respond to the dig the warrior just made.
"Bet it has something to do with Major Justin's lady friend" the warrior continued. "Everyone knows you have the hots for Logan, and now that she and the major are..."
"What are you talking about?" Dolet said, turning.
"It's all over IFB. Roxzanna-Rizou has been chasing the story for sectons..."
"Please" Dolet said, "give me a break."
"Maybe you should be asking the Major that..." the warrior sneered just before Dolet decked him. Dolet instantly regretted it, but the thought crossed his mind that it didn't really matter either way. He was going to offer his hand, but instead stepped over the downed warrior and walked away down the hall.
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Post by LucianG on Jun 12, 2007 5:01:57 GMT -6
The major wasn’t in his quarters, or, at least, he wasn’t opening the door despite her repeated knocking and ringing of the chime. Finally realizing that she wasn’t going to find Lucian, she was suddenly struck with the realization that she was going to be in really big trouble if she wasn’t back on the Bridge soon. That rat Hoxha would be sure to see to that! Lords, she hated that jerk! And blast it! Her feet hurt like crazy. She had to get new shoes! She slipped off the offending shoes, flexed her toes in her socks, and started running once again. But, she didn’t get very far.
The collision occurred suddenly and violently. The first participant, completely lost in concentration, having more mass and moving at a fairly constant velocity as he prepared to go around a corner, suddenly encountered Lieutenant Finky, a somewhat smaller, but higher velocity dynamo accelerating around said corner. The impact sent both people sprawling. Finky, being the smaller, faster, and less controlled body, came to an abrupt stop against the corridor wall. She squinted uncontrollably at the impact, then wiped her eye, repeatedly, as she found blood streaming into it from a cut at her right eyebrow.
When she looked around, she saw Lucian on his knees next to her, with a handkerchief that he quickly pressed to her eyebrow as he said, “Here, Finky, let me help you with that. It’s a nasty little cut. I have some strips in my quarters that we’ll use to fix you right up. Are you okay other than that?” Receiving a little nod, he stood up, shook his leg a bit where his kneecap was still stinging, and then took her hand and helped her up. He said, “Now, Lieutenant, let this be a reminder of the reason you’re supposed to be on your side of the corridor, and why we don’t take corners too sharply. Say, what were you doing down here anyway? I thought you were on duty.”
Rising to her feet and straightening her uniform, she gave him a withering glare with the eye that wasn’t tightly squeezed shut. Her anger that had been boiling in her during the search suddenly erupted at him as she said, “Major, I wus trying to find YOU! What in Hades happened up there on the Bridge? What’dja do to Major BatGal?”
“’Was,’ Finky. ‘I WAS trying to find you’,” Lucian interrupted with slight grin, falling back into the teacher/mentor role he had played with her soon after moving from Black Squadron to the Bridge,
“Gol-darn-it! I know it wus ‘WAS,’ but I’m so pissed I really don’t care!” she retorted as she pounded him on the chest with a balled fist, spattering several drops of blood in the process. “BatGal tried to cover it up, but she wus cryin’ back there after you left, and she had to leave the Bridge to keep people from seeing. I saw her doing it because I know her so well. She’s like a big sister to me, and you’ve always been like the big brother I never knew, but you done something to hurt her, hurt her bad, and I’m not going to let you get away with it. You two are the only ‘family’ I have, though if Colonel ‘Dreamy’ every dumps that silly Captain Warrior babe….” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes wandered upward, even as another little rivulet of blood filled her eye once more.
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Post by LucianG on Jun 13, 2007 6:38:09 GMT -6
“Finky! Focus!” ordered Lucian, snapping her out of her long-standing daydream, as he stanched the flow of blood once more. “Here, you hold this,” he said, handing her the handkerchief and positioning it and her hand correctly over the cut. “I don’t have a lot of time, so walk with me to my quarters, we’ll fix your boo boo at least well enough so you can get to the Med Lab to have someone look at it, and I’ll give you the scoop while you help me pack.”
Finky stopped completely and turned to look at him, her uncovered eye widening, “What do you mean, pack?”
“Pack, action verb,” said Lucian with a bigger smile, “meaning as in ‘placing equipment and personal items in bags suitable for transport.’”
“I know what the fracking word means!” she exclaimed as she hit him on the chest again, this time with both fists, sending at least one more little blood spatter on his uniform. Lucian, wincing slightly, more from frustration than pain, caught both hands as they were descending for another round. He placed the hand with the handkerchief back on the cut. Finky continued, “But what do you mean by it! Why are you packing?”
“Temporary transfer,” replied Lucian, hoping that it would indeed by temporary. “They’re sending me to ‘advanced engineering school’ on the Galactica.”
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Post by JustinB on Jun 13, 2007 6:48:57 GMT -6
Whilst walking back to my room, I overheard two engineers talking about Major Lucian going TDA to the Galactica. It was a honour to work on the Galactica and no one deserved that honour better than Lucian. I hope he wouldn't be to far from the Callisto's bridge so I could pay my respect to the man who shaped me into who I was as a warrior.
My trip was slowed as I had to make sure I didn't run into Roxzanna-Rizou. As I looked around a corner I spotted Lieutenant Dolet walking towards me.
"Dolet, just one the people I was hoping to meet up with." as he approached me he looked a bit off. I had a feeling what the problem was, but I thought I would give him the opportunity to tell me.
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Post by LucianG on Jun 15, 2007 5:32:48 GMT -6
“NO!” she said furiously as she turned her back on him and stomped off down the corridor. “They can’t do this again! They just can’t! But they will, cause they’re always doing it to me. They always say ‘It’s temporary,’ then it always becomes permanent….” The rest trailed off into a mumble, so Lucian couldn’t hear exactly what she said. Stopping suddenly with a stomp, she reversed direction and came back toward him so Lucian could see the anger in her eyes and the tears running down her face. Looking squarely into his eyes, she said, “In my family, nobody comes back…nobody ever comes back.”
Returning her gaze, Lucian took hold of both of her upper arms as he observed that her face appeared twisted with pain. “Finky, I don’t know what you mean. This seems to be about far more than a temporary transfer. What’s wrong? Tell me,” he softly ordered.
She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and squeezing her eye, said, “Can we go to your quarters now? I think my eyebrow’s bleeding again.”
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Post by LucianG on Jun 15, 2007 19:23:00 GMT -6
Using the little kit he kept in his quarters, Lucian repaired her eyebrow carefully, removing the excess blood from the wound with a suction syringe, applying the anesthesis drops, and then closing the little gap in the skin. With everything ready, he delicately applied a couple of strips across it, and then began to slowly apply a very thin bead of Skinweld down the length of the wound. As he did this, he became almost uncomfortably aware that her open left eye was searching his face intently.
“You know, I’m not used to you scrutinizing my face so much. I hope there’s not dirt on my nose…or something worse.”
She giggled, just for a moment, then said, “I’m guessing you’ve done this before. Right?”
“Yeah. On the O-9, there were relatively few professions on our ship in which I didn’t get at least a bit of training,” replied Lucian, who paused when Finky gave a little laugh in return. “Whaaatt?”
Remembering that Lucian had once told her there were a couple aboard the Odyssey Nine, she asked somewhat primly, “Uhm, even training in being a socialator?”
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Post by LucianG on Jun 16, 2007 7:01:50 GMT -6
Lucian’s face reddened slightly as he replied, “Well, not in being one, no,” and then quickly changing the subject before she had a chance to pry into a private area of his past, he exclaimed, “Lords! Would you hold still? I don’t want to glue your eye shut, kid-do.” Returning to his tale, he said, “Anyway, Doc certified me as a Class Two Med Tech, and I would have probably become a doctor myself if I hadn’t been a lot more interested in ships. Flying them, fixing them, fighting them. That was more my style. Still, I was in the Med Lab with Doc several centars each week since he taught me a good bit of my science based coursework when I was growing up, and taught me all the medical stuff on the side.”
Finishing with the open length of the wound he said, “Now, this may hurt just a bit since I think a couple of these strips got into your eyebrows. I’m going to pull them slowly so they don’t reopen the wound, then I’ll seal the gaps where the strips were. That should allow it to heal so you won’t even have a scar. Now, while I’m at it, why don’t you tell me what has you so upset.”
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Post by JustinB on Jun 18, 2007 6:58:23 GMT -6
"Really," was Dolet's reply.
"Yes. I knew you might be disappointed about not going on this patrol. I want you to know Dolet that I think you are a good warrior. It was just that I wanted to give the rooks some experience. Believe me when I say, I would rather no one else but you to watch my back out there, but I also know I have to bring others up to your standard or close to it. I want you and Ensign Kaneli to..." I was interrupted by my personal comm.
"Major JustinB, this is Holodoc. I regret to tell you that Captain Kris will not be able to make her assigned patrol. Five centons ago, Kris slipped off the ladder to her viper and has broken her ankle badly. She is getting treatment as we speak. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news."
It's ok 'doc and thanks for the update." I turned to Dolet and smiled, "The Lords must be smiling upon you Dolet. You have Ensign Darin Karis on you wing. Report to your viper and check it over. I will give you a quick brief before we launch." The news as grave as it was enough to cheer Dolet up. As I was about to leave Dolet piped up.
"Major, I know it isn't any of my business, but I have heard rumours about you and Lieutenant Logan being together. I was..."
"You're right Dolet, it ain't any of your business. But, to set your mind at ease, I am not dating Logan or any other Junior officer. Just keep your mind on the job ahead and disregard anything Roxzanna-Rizou has to say."
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Post by LucianG on Jun 20, 2007 10:39:13 GMT -6
Finky took a deep breath as she started. “Lucian, I never knew my parents. I wus evidently born just a few sectons before the damn tin-heads attacked the Colonies, because the wards on the orphan ship told me I wus very, very tiny when they took me aboard. I may have even been premature, but whatever, I was all by myself. One of the wards told me a story that I think may have been true, that a young teenage boy had brought me wrapped in a blanket to the evac site in—YEOW! You could have told me you were about to do that!” she exclaimed.
“Hmmm, I thought I did,” replied Lucian. “Hold on, here’s the other one,” he said as he removed the second strip. He took the little tube of Skinweld and applied a bit to the gaps. “There, all done until you can get Doc to take a look at it. I’m pretty sure she’ll approve and send you packing back to the Bridge. Now, you were saying? You were from Gemon City, right?”
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Post by LucianG on Jun 21, 2007 10:40:24 GMT -6
“Yeah, I guess, at least that’s where they said they picked me up. I really don’t know. The story I heard, it wus—”
She caught the look Lucian gave her, stuck her tongue out at him, and said, “Okay, WAS, WAS, WAS—good enough? It was very crowded in the square since several shuttles had landed and were trying to evacuate people so they could join what became the Fleet. The ward said somebody’d told her that the boy looked really dazed, but somehow, he’d made his way through the crowd to the front, and had me cradled in his arms and clutched to his chest like I was the most precious thing in the world. One of the evacuation workers took me out of the boy’s arms, then extended a hand to help him aboard. They said the boy took a gold chain with a locket off his neck, put it around mine, and then shook his head and said, ‘I’ve got to go back,’ or something like that. He turned away, and the evac worker was shocked to see that most of the clothes were burned off the boy’s back, and that his back was pretty burned, too. Nobody knew who he was, how he’d gotten there, or what eventually happened to him, though they don’t think he could have survived for long without big-time medical help. They said the blanket was pretty warm, so they suspected that the boy had used his own body to protect me from the flames or explosion or whatever it was that burned him. When they took me out of the blanket, I was naked except for a gross diaper, and the little gold locket he’d just given me.”
Finky paused for a moment, and reached into her shirt collar to pull out the locket hanging around her neck. Lucian had seen it a couple of times before, but since she usually tucked it right back into her shirt when it was exposed, and since she’d never commented on it, he’d been silent on the subject and never asked. However, when he looked at it, he commented, “Finky, I’m sorry, but if that’s gold, I’m the Chief Lord of Kobol.”
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