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Post by Brie on Dec 5, 2007 9:06:10 GMT -6
"How come we never had a baby?"
Brie sat up in her bed, unfazed by the visitor. "Oh I don't know, maybe because you decided to play the hero and die on me?"
Turner sat next to her on the bed. "I'm serious, Brie. We talked about it. How come we never did?"
"I don't know," Brie replied, regret in her voice. "I guess we figured we'd have time."
"It's too bad we didn't. I would have been a great dad."
"No," Brie corrected, "you'd still have died, and I would have ended up a single mom." She sighed. "Like I'm about to be."
"You're already a single mom," Turner reminded her. "You have Amy."
"Amy," Brie repeated. "I wonder what she's going to think about having a little sister after all these yahrens."
"You really do think it's a girl," Turner remarked.
"Yup. I knew all along with Amy, and I was right, wasn't I?" Brie grinned. "Hey, do you think you could use your connections? Ask them? Let me know for sure?"
Turner looked away for a micron and then smiled. "Trust your instincts about the gender. Have you given any thought to names?"
"Not really," Brie replied. "JustinB and I will have to talk about that."
"I vote for 'Turna' and 'Turnette'," he said, his smile even bigger than before.
"You don't get a vote and even if you did you always hated your..." Brie paused. "Why did you say two names?"
"Because, my love, you're having twins."
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Post by Brie on Dec 6, 2007 14:47:37 GMT -6
"Twins?" Brie repeated, not sure if Turner was joking.
"Identical twin girls," he informed her. "They'll have red hair, just like you, but JustinB's eyes."
"Twins," Brie said again, more to herself this time.
"But Brie," Turner said more seriously, "you need to be careful. Leaving the squadron was probably a good idea, but your life is still surrounded by danger. I know, it's my fault, I made you a target, and I wish that there was something that I could do to change that. I'm watching over you, but you need to watch out for yourself." He took her hand and kissed it. "And your daughters. So, do you know what you're going to do?"
"About what?" Brie asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to.
"Who you're going to pick."
Brie sighed. "I have no idea. They're both great guys, they both love me, and I love both of them. Do I get to blame this on you as well?"
Turner smiled again, the smile that always melted Brie's heart. "Why, because we were so good together that it takes two to live up to my standards?"
Brie grinned as well. "No, because if you hadn't died we'd still be sealed and none of this would be going on. It would have been your babies that I'm carrying."
"It really is too bad," Turner said. "I would have been a great dad."
"We already had that conversation." Brie kissed him, then leaned against her late husband and relaxed. She knew he wasn't really there, but somehow he always made her feel better.
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Post by persephone on Dec 7, 2007 0:26:43 GMT -6
"Lieutenant Persephone, care to do the honors?" Janey had made a sweeping you-first motion with her right arm.
Persephone took the point that they were perhaps about to step off into the unknown with her fellow warriors. She took a deep breathe and put one foot through the doorway she had just entered five centons ago.
What lie in wait, only Beings of Light might know, Persphone thought to herself.
Back on the Callisto, Triton had just returned from shuttling the remainder of passengers from the Starliner Alpha, that were temporarily brought aboard the Callisto for evacuation purposes.
He never got to approach the woman who might have been Io. Just as he was about to walk toward her to inquire if she were indeed Io, he was suddenly beeped on his personal comm to report to the bridge. After returning from report, the woman had already been moved to another location with the other evacuees, until they had been shuttled back to their ship of origin, when the news came in that the risk of a ramming had been cleared.
Triton was never so relieved to know that Persephone's shuttle was safe and was now docked on the Prison Barge with those grid lice being loaded where they belong. He couldn't wait to see her again. It seemed like an eternity since she left this morning.
"Hey, Triton! I hear you've been busy playing inter-fleet taxi...", said a familiar voice from behind.
Triton looked behind him to see his wingman, Sobek, also just returning from the landing bay.
"Hi Sobek. Did you just get back ?"
"Yeah...and I'll tell you now, I was pulling for Gold Squadron with every fibre of me all morning while I was busy with Beta Company. Has Persephone come back yet? How is she?"
"I believe she's okay, I think. I don't really know much of her condition or any of the others that were on those shuttles, but all I do know is, Persephone would have arrived on the Prison Barge with the prisoners by now, on the shuttle."
"Good to hear, buddy. And don't worry yourself. She'll be fine. I know it". Sobek patted Triton reassuringly on the shoulder.
"Thanks. Listen, I gotta run. I've got something to do. I'll see you a little later".
"Sure".
The two again parted on their own paths.
Meanwhile, back on the Prison Barge, Persephone feeling tired and bedraggled, turned back to face Brik whispering," Oh, by the way, lieutenant, I DO have a blaster." She smiled awkwardly at the tall officer, as she had only now remembered, she still had the laser gun on her, that Logan had handed her on the shuttle. "I'm having sleep period for two sentons when I get back", she joked.
A relieved sigh passed out of Brik's mouth.
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CaptStadia
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Post by CaptStadia on Dec 7, 2007 1:03:10 GMT -6
Stadia was signing some paperwork regarding the shuttle when she noticed a flickering of the lights. The first thought popping into her head was"oh no! not again." She pushed the thoughts out of her head and continued to prepare the shuttle Stadia's mind wandered to her past.... Stadia looked up as the lights went out and stayed. "Okay everyone, lets get our weapons ready just in case. I want two of you posted here in the shuttle bays and the rest of you, I want you to check all the prisoner cells. I have a bad feeling about this situation." Everyone moved to assume their positions. Stadia moved with her flashlight and gun out in front of her. Sliding slowly out of the shuttle bay, she swings her flashlight back and forth. Turning toward the direction of the prisoner cells, she slowly advances. Stadia moved herself forward, checking around every corner before moving once again forward. She was beginning to think that she might be imagining the possibility of trouble on the prison barge It didnt take them long to get to the other side. The problem was finding logan and her pals. Hearing the clank of a hatch as it opened, stadia killed her flashlight and motioned for the others to do the same.
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Post by Brie on Dec 7, 2007 14:33:49 GMT -6
There was a knock on the door. "Holt" almost ran to answer it, he knew who it was. He hadn't been this excited since his last plan had gone into effect. Unfortunately, that had failed miserably, because of Brie. But that didn't matter anymore, Brie would soon get what was coming to her. The door opened to the most beautiful sight, a woman holding a child. HIS child. He immediately invited them in. "Everything has been arranged," the woman said. Holt knew that she was referring to the official records. The story was now legally as he had told Challa, the child's "mother" had committed suicide. There was no trace of his real biological mother anywhere in his history. "He's been asleep for a centar or so," she continued. "He's a really good baby." "I would expect nothing less," Holt replied. He took the child from her, although she didn't seem to want to give him up. "Are we alone?" she whispered, glancing around. "Yes," Holt replied. "The woman who lives here with me has gone to pick up a crib." The baby felt awkward in his arms. "Any word from our Master?" The woman was still whispering. "You will be rewarded," Holt replied. "Everyone will, with a wonderful surprise for all. Otherwise, we need to lay low and keep quiet. We need to let the simpleminded fools who run the fleet to forget all about us." He showed the woman to the door. "Thank you, for everything." After the woman had left Holt sat down, the baby still in his arms. "Kumarbi," he said. "My son."
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Post by Brie on Dec 8, 2007 17:00:46 GMT -6
"Holt" stared down at his son. "Sorry about your mother," he said, a small amount of sincerity in his voice. "I had said that she could live...until she gave you that horrible name. So poor Ka...Ker...Ky...whatever-her-name-was had to die. The son of a god can't be named after a traitor." The child stirred and started to cry. Holt stared hard at the boy. "I will have none of that! My son needs to be strong. You had better learn to toughen up, if you expect to lead the remnants of the human race with me." The baby stopped crying, almost like he understood. "That's much better."
A centon later the door opened and Challa came in. Behind her were two men, carrying a crib. "Set it right over there," she instructed. When they had done as told, she gave them each a cubit and they left. "He's here!" Challa exclaimed. Her voice showed both excitement and disappointment. "I had hoped I'd make it back in time."
"That's okay, my pet," Holt told her. "Kumarbi and I needed some time to get to know each other. Would you like to hold him?"
Challa nodded and took the baby from him. "Oh, Holt, he's perfect."
"I know."
Challa sat down and rocked the child in her arms. "The rest of the evacuees are returning," she informed Holt. "There hasn't been a whole lot of information on IFB, but they have said that the rest of that madman's followers have made it to the Prison Barge."
Holt took a deep breath, knowing he needed to keep his temper. "Why is wanting a better life than living in rundown ships with no real place to go, mad?" he asked.
Challa looked up at Holt. She was so deeply in love with him and thrilled to be mother figure to his child that she had no idea who he really was. "I hadn't thought of it that way."
Holt ran his fingers through Challa's hair. "A better life, for you, me, and the child. That's all I want, my pet."
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Post by Skyler on Dec 10, 2007 12:37:01 GMT -6
Skyler sat at the table with Sheba; she had several folders laid out. Some with Squadron reports, some with rosters and duty logs, others with current status reports. The meeting so far had been routine, it started with the duty logs, roster and reports.
“Skyler, you have done all of the logs and reports before. No need to waste any more time with them. I think we have covered all the changes Core Command has made, or will be making in the next little bit” She slid the bulk of the pile towards his side of the table. “If you have any questions on them, Brie will help. She is still listed as an advisor until your ‘official’ training period is over. You have filled in so much the last couple of Yahrens with everything that has been going on, you don’t need it, but its protocol and I know the change of not having Brie there will take some getting used to by everyone.” Skyler took a deep breath and agreed with her. She then opened the folder with the current status reports that included information on the prisoner transfer mission and the possible new threat of pirates. “Galactica has patrols in the air. You will need to get all the Squadrons on Callisto ready to go into action if they return in force. We are not sure if they scanned the Battlestar's or not. If they think they have a convoy of merchant ships, we could see some action. Being that they appeared human, from all visual accounts, we will attempt to make contact and reach a peaceful solution, but if we have to use force, we will.”
“Ma’am, you said all of the Squadrons?”
“Yes Skyler, you are the only Squadron Commander on Callisto at the micron. You will be acting as the Callisto Strike Commander. I would love to say you will be the Strike Commander, but it’s not up to me. The position has always been held by Brie, even if unofficially, but now, we may have to assign one. JustinB has more time as a Squadron CO, but you have been a Warrior longer and have more experience with various tactics. It’s a toss up between two qualified Warriors, and thanks the Lords, it’s not up to me. Our Squadrons work well together, so I am not pushing the issue and I don’t think Apollo will either.”
“I understand, and either way, I will do my job, you know that.”
“I know, so you’re SIC and Third?”
“SIC will be Captain Brik, and my Third Officer will be Captain Logan. I had asked Captain Amy, but with all she has going on right now, she asked that I chose someone else, and I respect that.”
A status indicator on Sheba’s display lit up. She looked at Skyler…
“Brie’s viper is being prepped for launch, her trip to Galactica. Who are you going to reassign it to once she assumes her full duties at the Academy?”
“To Major Brie, just because she will be spending most of her time riding a training room, does not mean she won’t need a Viper from time to time. I rather have her Viper ready to go, prepped and maintained by Gold Crew Chiefs than using one of the reserve craft. Besides, with the Manufacturing ship’s increased production of parts etc, we actually have a surplus of Vipers for the time being. I hope we can get enough pilots to fill them all, but until then, I don’t need hers for another pilot, so I am leaving it as is.”
“Not a problem. Just know that we can not keep a Combat Craft on Ready Status for the Director of the Callisto Academy.”
“I understand Commander, when it is needed for a combat pilot I will assign it to one, but until then….”
Sheba just smiled and moved on to the next subject. “Officer housing, you will need to find officer quarters for your new SIC and Third. If they request it they can stay in the barracks, but it has to be approved by Core Command.”
Skyler turned to the computer terminal next to his seat and looked thru the housing database, there were a couple of single units open in the Gold Squadron area and one double unit was shown as pending. Well, Brik and Logan wouldn’t need a double unit that would be worth a secton’s pay to see their faces when he told them but he didn’t want to see the look on his face when the shock wore off and they started after him. The request was made and sent. A micron later a confirmation beep appeared and the status of the single units changed to pending. If they decided to stay in the barracks, and it was approved, he would cancel the request.
Sheba had gotten up and filled a cup with Caff, and gotten milk for Skyler. She remembered from their days on the Galactica when she was still just a Squadron Commander and he was in the Infantry and filled in as a rotation pilot for Patrols etc. that he never had developed a taste for Caff. Sitting back down, she handed him the mug of milk and leaned back in her chair….
“That’s about all the official business I have, if you don’t have any questions….” She paused and Skyler just shook his head no as he took a swallow of milk. “Good, now old friend, fill me in on what’s been going on. It’s been too long since we have just talked.”
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Post by Brie on Dec 20, 2007 14:38:40 GMT -6
Continued under 38D, "Still on the Prison Barge".
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