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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 15, 2012 20:27:34 GMT
"A promotion, and a chance to do your DAMN job Soldier!"
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Andaru
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Post by Andaru on Apr 15, 2012 20:42:46 GMT
Ezekiel made several grumbling, grunting noises.
"Fine you win, but I want that promotion down in writing."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 15, 2012 21:30:46 GMT
Rogers nodded and stood straight, "You better keep up your training then. I'll tell you when we're going." He turned away from the Private and re-entered the central training facility. One thing he needed to do was talk to the medical staff. He already had one in mind, one he trusted with his life. But did he really want her on the front lines so to speak?
Samantha Evan's was an excellent Doctor. There was no doubt about it. But he wasn't sure if she could handle it. He knows that she'd had some troubles in her time, knew that she took practice with fire arms. He'd seen her practice a few times and seen her hands shake on more than one occasion. It saddened him that she was disturbed, troubled, and still suffering.
He shook his head. The more he thought about those things the more he wished to know more about her, about what happened, so that perhaps he could help her.
On the odd occasions he'd paid a visit to the infirmary, he'd catch her avoiding her own reflection in the various instruments around her. He wished she'd stop doing that, that she could see that she was beautiful. Scars or no scars.
A frown crossed his face and he shook his thoughts away once more. There was a job at hand, a job that needed doing. He couldn't let those thoughts develop.
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Andaru
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Post by Andaru on Apr 15, 2012 21:59:12 GMT
"Very well then, Rogers." Ezekiel said to himself. He was extremely interested in the details of this mission and since the Sergeant hadn't elaborated anything to him, the secrecy meant it would definitely be worth it. Of course he couldn't let him see any enthusiasm on his part so for now at least he'd just rest. So he found a quiet corner and began twirling his knife.
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Post by Taya on Apr 15, 2012 22:41:28 GMT
Sam was quick to follow Rogers. She hadn't come this far to only miss him.
"Sergeant." Samantha said as she caught up to him. "Sergeant Rogers. It is imperative that I speak with you." She was grateful that Rogers was leading this mission. From everything that had been said and that she had seen, he was damn good at his job. Plus, he didn't avoid her face when they spoke. Not many people did that. It would be easier to get out her request with someone who would look her in the eye.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 15, 2012 22:50:53 GMT
Rogers fell into step beside Sam, a hand on her back to guide her out of the training centre. "Sure thing Doctor." He glanced over her fixed posture and lifted the corner of one mouth. At a guess, Miller had mouthed off somewhere. At another guess, rumours would ne spreading around this place in no time. He did his best to hold in the sigh, an urgent chat with Miller being put into his mental diary. "Do you want to talk now? Or in somewhere quieter?"
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Post by Taya on Apr 15, 2012 23:04:09 GMT
Sam tried not to react when Rogers touched her back. It was meant to be a safe, kind gesture, she reminded herself. With a quick glance around, Samantha answered,
"Quieter would be better, Sir." She looked up at him imploringly. Did he already know what she wanted. It seemed that way. In which case, the sigh indicated that she was going to have fight hard for her case, because she was not going to be left behind. And Sam certainly didn't want to do that out in the open for people to discuss.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 16, 2012 21:14:56 GMT
He guided her to a door and pushed it open for her. On the other side was a full view of the Earth below them. There were many spots like this all along the platforms, protected from the vacuum of space with one large window. He didn't know the specifics and didn't care to know.
But they were mostly absent and a peaceful place to think and just get away from the hubbub of being a Sergeant. Looking at the Earth always made him think about what they'd been missing, about what they were missing. Natural air, natural seas and beaches. Natural everything.
He dispelled those thoughts and turned back to Sam. With a warm smile he asked, "What did you want?"
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Post by Taya on Apr 16, 2012 21:29:54 GMT
The view of the Earth brought the reality of what was happening below them home and only made her more determined. It also helped not being in the fitness center.
"I would like to request a position on your team for the rescue mission. You're going to need a medic and you find one more dedicated to the cause than me, sir." Sam said firmly.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 16, 2012 21:39:20 GMT
A smirk started to form and a small laugh left his mouth. "Ya'know, I was thinking of asking you anyway. I know you'd be dedicated." He let his eyes stray to the stars before him and sighed. Folding his arms across his chest he turned back to face her. "Are you sure you're up to this?" He stopped himself from mentioning her shaking hands, knew that it wouldn't give him any brownie points if he brought it up.
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Post by Taya on Apr 16, 2012 22:03:24 GMT
Samantha took a hard look at the planet as she spoke, in almost a whisper,
"I know them. The scientists. Danny was so excited. They all were." Sam turned back to Rogers. Her voice clear and strong now. "I can't sit here and do nothing when I know I am capable of much more. So, yes, I know I can do this. I want to do this. I have to do this. Please, sir."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 16, 2012 23:19:33 GMT
Rogers nodded. "Okay. You better prepare yourself for everything then Doctor," he smiled kindly at her and patted her shoulder as he walked past her. "Anything could happen down there." He directed his attention to the door, trying not to think of the video footage he'd seen earlier that previous day.
Nathaniel had been a good friend of his too. One who knew the strains of the job despite how little it looked like they did. There were a few years to go before rations became desperate and terrible effects of stasis pods were seen. They needed this mission to work out for them. There was no way they could remain like this, in space, just waiting. It wasn't humane.
He shook his head to clear it of the images in mind. A worry began to slowly plague him. Samantha Evans was going to accompany them on this mission. Rogers knew his attention would be focused on keeping her alive as much as getting the job done. Sure, there were other soldiers there to do just that, but, he wouldn't be able to help himself.
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Post by Taya on Apr 17, 2012 0:45:54 GMT
"Thank you" Samantha said turning back to window. Her head she was going through a check list for a transport med kit. She didn't even react when Rogers touched her shoulder. It was a moment later that she realized it had happened. What did that mean? Was she just so distracted by the mission that a man's hand didn't make her cringe? Or did she trust Dylan Rogers? Or maybe a goal, a focus was what she needed to heal?
Sam came to the conclusion that it must be a combination of the three. She did trust Rogers. He looked her the eye and didn't laugh at the idea of her coming along, but he was still a man and she remembered fighting her reaction when his hand had been on her back. She was focused on the mission and that was now going to take all of her concentration. Maybe, just maybe, this mission would rescue her too.
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 17, 2012 1:21:46 GMT
Erica Moonhaven was a bad girl.
It helped that she was small, of course. She blended in remarkably well, she could hide herself, contort herself into tiny hiding shapes, and always walked with bare feet, making her silent, to go with being small and fast. She could even type silently, although she shook with a constant tick whilst she did.
She supposed this was why they always threatened to put her back into stasis. Maybe it was the shaking, though. Or maybe it was the typing. She did type too fast. She always finished too soon.
She was typing too fast now, but she knew it was quiet and no one would find her here. The next server check was at precisely 1742 hours, by Technician Mulberry, and she would make sure she hid well for then. She had plenty of time. She kept typing frantically, eyes wide, twitching with every space-bar hit.
Maybe this was why they kept threatening to put her in stasis. She was too curious. Like the time she had cut her hair haphazardly, just to see if it would look different, what it would do to her face, maniacally tearing at her own head. Now her hair was all different lengths, torn and jagged, hovering over her ear on one side, tickling her chin on the other. She liked being different. That seemed to be another of her imperfections.
As she typed, she froze suddenly, her breaths coming ragged and shallow, like a desperate panic. Crackling, the voice of Colonel Nathanial Peterson drifted very quietly in her small corner of the warm and dark server room, and she watched with wide eyes, knowing she had finally stumbled on something big.
Normally, Erica only played in the computers for fun. She could go anywhere, and the computers were like her family now, her brethren, a playground for her to dance around all on her own, all at her fingertips. But her curiosity had finally taken her to the unthinkable, her one hope and dream: Earth.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 17, 2012 1:36:59 GMT
A beep on his data pad caused Rogers to stare. He pinched his eyes together and growled. Erica had gotten into the mainframe. AGAIN. The fifteen year old was a tech wizard, there was no arguing that. But she liked to play around in the systems, searching and scanning for anything and anything to keep her mind occupied.
Usually she'd be allowed to type away on an isolated network that the second best tech savvy person had set up for her. But she'd often get bored and find the mainframe and become curious.
He remembered receiving several emails in which people had complained about mishaps with online records. Erica was always the culprit.
With a sigh, he looked at the location her hacking was taking place and started off towards that Server room. He made sure to be quiet, knowing how easily she twitched, and pushed the door open and qieutly as he could.
A hue of light, brighter than the above lights, enamated from the corner of the room. He let a smirk form as he edged around the edge of a server unit and stared at the little tucked up ball of a fifteen year old girl. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against one of the units. "Erica, what are we up to? I thought we talked about this." He tried to give her a pointed look, one he assumed parents would give to guilt their child into apologising.
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