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Post by Ens. Ione on Apr 23, 2009 5:01:20 GMT -6
Ione found an empty locker and set about putting away her things in it. The last things she put in it was pictures of her parents and her sister. She touched the pictures with a sad smile and promised that she would never forget them.
She then returned to where the other squadron members had congregated and stood at the edge of the group.
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Post by Logan on Apr 23, 2009 7:46:09 GMT -6
Kalten was so confused.
These people just weren't making any sense to him. The 'pirates' had been dismissed to get into uniform by this Major Skyler. He seemed to be taking this very seriously. Like them being in their smuggler garb was affront to him personally. Part of the ruse maybe.
Kalten followed the Commander and Major with an escort of security personnel flanking him. They led him out of the landing bay and down a corridor to a large conference room. The Commander took a seat at the head of the long oval table and leaned forward in her chair, resting her arms on the table in front of her. Major Skyler sat on her right.
Not sure what was expected of him, Kalten stood still until the Commander spoke. "Have a seat, Lieutenant." She indicated he should sit at the end opposite her and he did so, the Black Shirts taking postion on either side of the door.
Sheba studied him for a micron and her gaze was intense. She exchanged looks with Major Skyler and nodded. Kalten admitted to himself he was intimidated by the fierce stare of the Major. He was under orders to protect the classified nature of the base and it's experimental technology and under ordinary circumstances he had no problems with that. These conditions were far from ordinary though.
No sooner had that thought came to him then the door to the room opened and the large man called Brik and the woman, Logan, entered and took seats, the former on Sheba's left and the latter on Skyler's right.
Brik's stare burned right through Kalten, but that wasn't what bothered him. Logan was gazing steadily at him with cold fire in her eyes. They looked more like Warriors now, with fresh uniforms on and blasters at their hips. But these people were dangerous, he just knew it.
Kalten started sweating again.
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Post by Logan on Apr 23, 2009 7:59:02 GMT -6
The man in a stained tech jumpsuit and welder's mask looked up from his retrofitting duties on the old Viper he was repairing and glanced at the strange ensemble mere meters from his position. The Commander was talking with the pilot of the probe craft and Major Skyler was coiled like a spring, waiting for trouble.
The others looked comical in their civilian clothes and he wondered what was going through the poor captive's mind. If he was some Cylon plant, he didn't stand a chance. The Commander was no fool.
The tech put down his torch and removed his gloves, wiping them on his pantsleg. No one else was near this old clunker and with the excitement going on, no one on duty had thought much about the lone man doing repairs on a ship that didn't run anymore. Everyone in the bay was doing the same thing, pretending to be busy but paying close attention to the new arrival.
The Commander and Skyler moved off, the captive trailing after between the Black Shirts. The man had never liked the Black Shirts. All the ones he had dealt with were more obnoxious and condescending than your average Colonial Warrior. And that was saying something.
The three Warriors in civvies turned to leave the bay, but Logan had stopped to talk to the one they called Hush. They were standing close together and Logan's hand came up to rest on the blonde lieutenant's shoulder in a familar way.
The man seethed inwardly and felt the muscles in his neck bunch up. He raised the visor on his welding mask to wipe sweat from his brow as the Warriors moved out of his line of sight.
Comeek watched the spot where they had stood long after they were gone.
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Post by persephone on Apr 23, 2009 23:00:08 GMT -6
The monitor was flicked off as Baris flipped the switch at the moment the Commander and the other warriors left the landing bay to proceed to the council conference chamber with the unknown pilot in the custody of the Callisto now. Instantly the group standing about in the ready room, knew they would not know much more on the matter until notified by the Commander herself or perhaps in a briefing from Gold's C.O, Major Skyler.
Triton and Persephone moved away from the others nearer to the side table with a pot of Kava still steaming ready for any warrior still needing a boost of caffine. Ione stood at the side of the group. Baris decided to sit down in a chair rather noisily.
"I wonder how long it will take to learn of this seeminly displaced pilot's story? And where he came from?", Persephone said to Triton.
He pressed his lips together shrugging his head and shoulders, as he gazed at her.
"You're doing it again", she said.
"Doing what?", Triton questioned.
"That. Staring, like you did earlier on our way down here to the ready room. What's on your mind?". ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, back on the Celestra, Icarus prepared his shuttle to return to the Aedina once again. Maintenance was complete for another four sectars. Decius was now finished with his shift and made his way back to his quarters.
Zorrin awaited Decius to return to their billet, for he didn't completely trust why a stranger should be asking questions about his friend. Zorrin would tell Decius about it. ------------------------------------------------------- "What is it, Triton?"
He opened his mouth slightly to begin, but still even he felt disbelief how someone could have such a resemblance to someone else who couldn't possibly be connected, by blood or otherwise. How could he explain it to her, that she looked very much like Troy's mother, Serina?
Persephone aawaited his response. Her green eyes searching his blue ones.
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Post by Logan on Apr 24, 2009 6:19:50 GMT -6
Baris sat down in an available chair in the Ready Room and huffed rather loudly. He was eager to get back to Med Lab now that the mission had been postponed.
He briefly glanced at the Warriors in the room, but didn't really pay attention to what they were doing. It wasn't his business anyway.
The pilot of that probe craft needed a medical exam. He assumed that would be Sheba's next step after debriefing the man.
Baris straightened the collar of his tunic as was his habit, but wasn't used to the soft fibers of the civilian clothing. His medical uniform fit right. This disguise just didn't. On being relieved to his station, the first thing he planned on doing was changing into his usual attire. He was a fussy man and liked his routines. He could adapt, but he didn't like it. He was a creature of habit. Everything just so and according to prescribed schedules.
That was what bothered him about these Warriors. They were so disinterested in normalcy and routines. You'd think that would be otherwise since they had been forced to this life. Normalcy should be a calming factor amongst them. But he hadn't seen any evidence of that in his dealings with them.
To be fair, he did see Major Skyler as the most logical of them. That man knew what protocol and routine could accomplish.
Baris sighed and crossed his arms. He hoped that the Commander would remember to send someone to let them know what their next duty was to be. And he hoped it wasn't Captain Logan. He had a feeling she'd let him stew just on principle.
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Post by Logan on Apr 24, 2009 7:58:07 GMT -6
Logan was concentrating on the pilot's body language and she saw fear in his eyes.That was to be expected, but she was looking for more. Some clue as to who this man really was.
She was still thinking about Hush's friends who were missing and the young Ensign Dolet. He was a good kid, if a bit too enthusiastic. But she knew he had the potential to move up in the ranks and probably lead this squadron one day.
"Now that we're all here, " Sheba said, "you have identified yourself as Lt. Kalten of a Deep Space Lotus Laboratory."
Kalten shifted in his seat. "Yes, ma'am."
"Where is this lab? All scans of the planet have revealed it to be lifeless and there are no stations in orbit that we can see." Logan could tell Sheba was questioning if there was some sort of technology in play that the Colonials weren't familar with.
Kalten was focusing on Sheba. He seemed to be making an effort not to look at anyone else. But he also didn't answer her.
Sheba sat patiently for a micron and then sighed. "Look, Lt. Kalten, we need to know who you are and where you came from. I have missing personnel and I think you know where they are. I don't want to have to lock you in the brig, but I will if you refuse to cooperate. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." Kalten looked like he wanted to bolt. Logan was on the edge of her seat just in case he made the attempt. Of course the Black Shirts were closer, but Logan wanted to know what was going on. She hated not knowing and if she had to strangle the information out of Kalten, she'd do it.
"May I ask a question?" Kalten gulped nervously but drew himself up straighter in his chair.
"Of course," Sheba replied.
"Who are you people?"
Logan sighed heavily and shot a look at Skyler. She had a feeling this was going to take a while.
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Post by Logan on Apr 24, 2009 8:11:13 GMT -6
Comeek hadn't removed his welder's helmet, but he did have the visor up. There was so much dirt and sweat on his face that he wasn't too worried about anyone recognizing him.
He made his way to the entrance of Gold Squadron's Ready Room and pretended to be busy organizing crates that had been stacked outside the door. Supplies for the barracks that weren't high on the priority list.
Since the young female ensign had entered, no one else had come this way. He made a mental note of the occupants of that room and checked the area. He knew that the only one in the room who had seen him before was that Lt. Persephone from the shuttle.
He needed to know more about what was going on, but was hesitant. He couldn't afford to be caught. It had taken time and effort to get from the Prison Barge back to the Callisto. The man on the barge who had helped smuggle him out said he was a fool to go back, but that man just didn't understand. Comeek had put all his hopes and dreams in Pierce's plan. But Pierce had failed and look at the mess he'd left.
Being locked up and abused by these idiots had taken some of the shine off Comeek's devotion to Pierce's cause. The former fanatic was looking out for himself now. And all he could think about was revenge. He didn't have to worry about The Widow. She had gotten what she deserved. He was focused on the revenge he would take on the people who imprisoned him and especially that traitorous hussy, Logan.
He smiled, spittle hanging off his lip, as he daydreamed about the special punishment he had planned for her. And how satisfying it would be to deal with her and make her friends suffer as they watched and could do nothing to help.
Comeek rubbed his hands together and bent to pick up one of the smaller crates. He had to get started. There was much to do and he didn't want to keep his precious Logan waiting.
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Post by Ens. Ione on Apr 25, 2009 17:10:56 GMT -6
Ione crossed to where the pot of Kava sat and poured herself some. She spotted an empty chair and sat down. "So how much longer do you think we're going to be sitting in here cooling our heels." She took a long swallow of the Kava and waited.
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Post by persephone on Apr 26, 2009 23:53:04 GMT -6
"So how much longer do you think we're going to be sitting in here cooling our heels." Ione asked. No sooner had the new ensign spoken her words, and just as Triton was about to answer Ione, only too happy to be saved from answering Persephone's question with her green eyes intensly focused on him, the ready room's monitor flickered on once more, as the Colonel's face appreared on the screen.
"Attention Gold Squadron. I have been intructed to let those of you know in the Ready Room, that Commander Sheba and the other members of your squadron involved in bringing in the pilot in question, are now engaged in finding out more about him in the Conference Chamber. It may take a while, so you are all free to leave the ready room and return to your normal duties until further notice. That is all. Colonel out."
Triton glanced at Persephone, then back toward Ione still sipping slowly on her cup of Kava. "Well, I think that answers your question, Ensign Ione", he smiled at her.
Persephone saw Baris rise from his chair and grumble something under his breathe as he exited the room and out into the corridor. She herself headed toward the door together with Triton, with Ione not far behind also.
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Post by persephone on Apr 27, 2009 1:41:27 GMT -6
Re entering the hallways of the Callisto, the sounds of the day filled Persephone's ears, compared with the seemingly quiet seclusion of the ready room. Some crates with supplies were stacked outside of Gold's ready room. She noticed a man walking a little up ahead of them, as though he had just set down those crates outside the door, microns before the warriors were released.
Triton walked beside her as he checked his personal comm for any messages from his wingman Lt Sobek or perhaps something from his good friends, Eridanus or Helix. Although Helix would be in full swing with another simulator class today, Lords he seemed to be taking forever to master the barrel roll maneuver without burning off the nose of simulated wingman ! Triton grinned to himself while thinking about his well intentioned friend. He'll get it one day soon, I know it, he thought to himself.
Erid however though, might be on some shuttle run for the Callisto on his way to the Galactica or another ship for something or another. Eridanus often volunteered for maintenance checks on some of the older passenger ships, when he could. So did Sobek for that matter. All part of a warrior's duty, if they were to help their people survive, so they could make it to Earth, someday.
Persephone slowed her pace to let Ione catch up with her, turning to her, she asked."So are you in gamma sector of Gold's female quarters, Ione? I myself am billeted there. My bunkmate is Ensign Misty Star."
Ione's face to seemed to show a sign of familiarity at the mention of Misty's name. Did these two know each other?
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