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Post by Logan on Jul 9, 2007 10:09:58 GMT -6
Duran laughed gruffly. "You're kidding, right?"
Logan looked him squarely in the eye. His laugh died abruptly as he saw the intent expression on her face. "I never kid about security precautions on a mission."
Duran looked back to Brik who was standing in front of him. If he expected the big man to contradict Logan's words, he was disappointed. Duran was tall and broad-shouldered, but Brik still towered over him.
Jorma, standing in front of Logan, smirked at her. The female Black Shirt was shorter than Logan, but her body language spoke of an innate bravado to make up for her size. "We were handpicked for this mission by the Security Chief. That should be good enough for you."
"But it isn't good enough for me."
Major Brie had stepped out of the shuttle. Jorma seemed about to protest again, but Duran reached out and laid his hand on the woman's shoulder, stopping her before she could say anything. He knew from mission reports and the scuttlebutt around the ship that Major Brie wasn't one to be argued with.
Brie nodded towards Brik and Logan. "Lieutenants. Carry on."
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Post by Brie on Jul 9, 2007 11:20:46 GMT -6
After the Blackshirts had been dealt with Brie proceeded to Amy's viper. She knew that since Amy was getting caught up on what she missed from the briefing that she wouldn't have time to accurately check things over. Brie would have done it for anyone, it wasn't because Amy was her daughter. She wasn't playing favorites. At least not this time.
Brie hoped that Amy was up to the mission. When she had shown up it was obvious that something was wrong. Once they were all safely back on the Callisto, she hoped that she and her daughter could have a nice, long talk. It was definitely overdue.
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Post by Amy81 on Jul 9, 2007 18:16:23 GMT -6
Having reviewed the contents of the briefing, Amy had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. Still, she gathered her gear, tried to keep her personal perspective out of her mind, and made her way to the launch bay.
Upon entering she saw her mom checking over her viper for her. Amy held back, watching. Was this how it would be? Her mom doing things like this for her, not letting her stand on her own? Amy didn't know what to think, and with the demon keeping her on a short leash she found thinking clearly about anything quite difficult, but she knew that being harsh on her mom wasn't the right thing.
Still, she waited...
After Brie had hopped down from the viper and moved away, Amy began to walk toward it.
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Post by Brie on Jul 10, 2007 9:56:06 GMT -6
Sitting in a transfer cell by himself, Comeek was meditating. There wasn't much else that he could do. His stomach felt slightly queasy, probably from the juice that Den had forced him to drink. It hadn't tasted quite right, but as he concentrated he pushed the nausea aside. He had a job to do, and he hoped as he contemplated that job would become clear. At the moment, he had no idea what was expected of him.
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Post by Brie on Jul 10, 2007 9:56:51 GMT -6
Right after she hopped down from Amy's viper Brie saw her daughter. "Captain," Brie called to her, "any questions about the mission?" Amy shook her head but didn't say anything. "Good." She walked closer so that they were standing next to each other. "Frack, I'm dreading this. I just have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The last time I felt like that was the day that Turner.........that's probably why. I'm associating things in my mind with his death, because of Trula. But on paper this whole thing is easy, and there's no reason that we should have any problems." Brie stared at Amy. Her daughter looked so tired! She lowered her voice. "I know I've been a bit busy lately. Maybe tomorrow you and I can just sit down and talk or something. This whole roommates thing hasn't exactly worked as I had hoped, but I'd really like to change that."
Brie's comm buzzed.
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Post by Amy81 on Jul 10, 2007 14:56:17 GMT -6
"Me too" Amy replied. Her eyes suddenly watered and she blinked the tears away, rubbing at her eye like something was in it. Do I dare stay in the same quarters as my mom?, she thought to herself.
You will if you know what's good for you, the demon replied in her mind.
Brie's comm buzzed, and Amy took a step back while her mom checked for a message.
Amy felt exhausted. The whole experience of trying to drink the demon under, trying to get Charybdis to bring her to the reverend before it wore off, and what the demon had done after she had left the briefing room to change into her uniform... The memory of dangling in mid-air by her collar, choking as she tried to get a breath as the demon laid down a new set of rules to her, then hurrying out of the room with the collar still twisted, as if running away could put some distance between her and the demon...
She was drained, and wondered if she could even handle being in a viper at this moment. But she had no choice. Duty said so. So did the demon. What have I done?, she wondered.
Don't forget you died on that operating table, the demon reminded her. Just like you died in that airlock. I'm the reason you are even still around. Don't forget that.
Amy wandered over to her viper while she waited for Brie to finish her call. She wasn't even sure if there was more to say, or if the demon would allow her to say anything anyway.
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Post by persephone on Jul 10, 2007 22:29:28 GMT -6
Seeing that Logan was busy with Brik , and what looked like to be an interrogation of the Sentries, she climbed up the shuttle steps and took a look inside.
Her eyes scanned over the passenger seats as she walked past them, checking all seat belts were there..she didn't know why she checked, but thought to make sure they all looked intact.
They looked fine to her, and further walked into the cockpit. She stood for a few centons just surveying the controls and scanners. Persephone meditatively ran her finger tip over the top of her seat that she would co-pilot the shuttle in.
She began to think of Triton's concerned face before she left him in the upper deck. Wonder where he is at this moment?, she thought to herself.
She put her hand to her chest to feel for the necklace beneath her tunic. The diamond pendant was detected with her finger tips throught the fabric. She still felt unsure of Triton's true meaning in his words to her earlier.
But she cared the same for him as he did for her. Lysander came back to her thoughts once more. His smile...that wink? It was strangely flattering..no not really strange, but more like she wasn't quite certain of the way he made her feel. It was different to the way Triton made her feel. There some connection. She frowned slightly.
Focus on your duty at hand Pers! she scolded herself.
She moved back over to look out the window of the shuttle, seeing Logan and Brik still standing in a somewhat manacing stance over the blackshirts.
Persephone smiled amused. I wouldn't want to be in their boots right now, she thought.
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Post by Brie on Jul 11, 2007 8:46:28 GMT -6
After her call Brie approached Amy again. "The prisoners will be here in ten centons," she told her daughter. "I need to go over last centon preparations. But Amy, there's one thing I want to say before I go. If you're called to...you know...I want you to do it. Chances are that if they ask that of you, Brik and I are already dead or if we're not, Pierce's followers will want to make it as slow and painful as possible. I'd much rather go quickly." Brie was surprised that she had difficulty saying some of the words, and hoped Amy knew what she meant. She placed her hand on Amy's shoulder and squeezed it slightly. "But that's not going to happen. Listen...um...I might not be home tonight, but we'll spend time together tomorrow. I promise."
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Post by Logan on Jul 11, 2007 10:32:07 GMT -6
Logan gave Jorma a sympathetic smile. "Look, I didn't want to empty my arsenal for this mission either. But the prisoners we are transferring have already used our own weapons against us on the Agro Ship. I was there. They will stop at nothing and have no compunction about killing anyone in their way."
Jorma stood her ground and nodded. Her eyes wavered for a micron, but her steely mask veiled her emotions almost instantly. If it had been anyone but Logan standing her, they might not have noticed.
"Let's get it over with then," said Jorma, resigned.
Logan patted down the woman in front of her according to general search protocols. Nothing.
Jorma remained still and didn't so much as grumble the entire time. Logan's hands worked the inner seams of her jacket looking for any frays or other tell-tale signs. She was well schooled in all the usual places to hide a weapon and also in some of the not so ordinary places having learned long ago to improvise for survival's sake.
She stepped back from the Black Shirt and crossed her arms, staring the woman down. Jorma glared at her defiantly, but couldn't resist the slight smirk that turned up the corner of her mouth.
"Satisfied?" Jorma asked.
"Yes," Logan said. "And I'll be even more satisfied after I take this." She reached behind the woman and deftly pulled a small blade from the seam of her pants, just below the belt.
Logan admired the dagger as it reflected the overhead lights. Jorma looked furious.
"Nice blade. But really, there were better places for it that wouldn't be so easily discovered."
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Post by BRIK on Jul 11, 2007 20:11:23 GMT -6
As Jorma looked upon Logan in quiet fury, Brik turned his full focus on Duran.
"As Logan said, we truly understand the idea of wanting to be prepared but conventional thinking and conventional preparation are their forte and they excel in using it against their victims. Stand ready."
This last statement was as close to a friendly warning as Duran was going to get and they both knew it. Brik gained respect from the defiant tightening of the jaw and sigh of resignation in passive defiance. He would've done the same in a no-win situation and liked it about as much.
Duran lifted his arms and spread his legs slightly in professional anticipation of Brik's search. The large LT frisked the man in the typical manner and found nothing. Then, of course, the search became quite atypical. Experience had shown he and Logan that part of finding a successful hiding spot was in hiding things were others were unwilling to look but, in this case, reasonably easy to get to. Duran knew this as well, or so the Warrior believed. This turned out to be true when Duran only inhaled briefly when Brik checked the area around the man's groin.
The stun gun was quite small, very well hidden, well maintained and of a high quality make and model that had been out of service for many yahrens. Impressive.
"Officer Duran, I give you my word as a Colonial Warrior that this weapon will not be damaged and will be returned to you as soon as this mission is concluded."
Duran looked up at the man and shook his head gently, a slight smirk of approval on his face. "Well done LOO-tenant, well done. You're the only one to find that EVER. No one else even knows that I own it. Belonged to my grandfather on Caprica. I'll hold you to your word."
The two men shook hands in the traditional style, as fellow soldiers should.
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