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| Glory Betrayed | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2015, 12:40 AM (19,872 Views) | |
| MacTrom | Oct 15 2015, 01:54 PM Post #181 |
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Ian: "Find out anything else you can, any way you can then get what's left of him into a pod Sylandra nodded, while keeping her eyes boring into Slash's face. Her countenance was dark; firm and unflinching. She started forward, the blade coming up to her eye level. But then Beth stepped in front of her. Beth: "My looking at your wound is long past due," Syl blinked, her attention drawn to the smaller woman, and a lump formed in her throat. Here was a dilemma that Syl was not familiar with. A man who could hold some information, and a woman that meant more to Syl than she wanted to admit. Her arm only ached a bit, not debilitating, but she found that she felt good about Beth being concerned. "Agreed, but I need t' finish up here. Ian's orders 'n' I have a few questions t' ask for my own needs. " She hesitated, then gave Beth a quick kiss on the forehead. "Promise I won't damage 'im too badly. Just a scare, 'sall," she whispered gently into Beth's ear. She managed to slip past Beth and turned back to Slash. The blade now held down, non-threatening. "See, we're not such bad ones. Ian says get info and pop you out with food 'n' water. No death. No shredding your skin off first. " She shrugged. It seemed like she didn't mind either way. "You gave up what Ian wanted. Any other details you have t' offer? And although ya' don't seem t' be Purplebelly, maybe there's a connection that I'm interested in. Ever hear o' Ghost Squadron? Or Barnabas Teaque? Frank Fontaine? Franklin DuPont? Jeremia Sandoval? Any these names ring a bell?" [- OOC: too bad Ian left when he did. -]Beth interjected: "How about The Four Doctors?" Sylandra pressed against the man's dislocated shoulder, inducing intense pain. "Answer me, and her."
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| Clare | Oct 15 2015, 08:56 PM Post #182 |
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Beth's face lit up when Sylandra kissed her on the forehead, Sylandra's action both a surprise and very welcome. She might have responded but she knew that would delay Sylandra and having gained so much she didn't want to lose it again. Besides, the quicker Sylandra finished, the sooner they could spend some time together. Sylandra said: "Promise I won't damage 'im too badly. Just a scare, 'sall," "Okay," Beth whispered in acknowledgement when it was clear that Sylandra was going to slip past her anyway, and added, equally as quietly but with genuine feeling, Good Luck. She turned as Sylandra passed her, giving a concerned glance at her arm and then watching as Sylandra approached the man. Beth didn't know how the man felt but she was certainly intimidated by Sylandra's quiet statement followed by her questions. She approached a little closer, not to try to prevent Sylandra from doing anything but because she wanted to observe, first hand, how Sylandra operated and also to get some idea of what had made the man do what he had done to Glory and to her crew mates. Having attended to everyone with the exception of Sylandra, she had a better idea than most, the physical damage that had been done and, having studied psychology during her studies and having applied it to some of her patients, she had some idea of the psychological damage that had been done. When Sylandra reeled off a bunch of names that didn't mean anything to her she surprised herself by feeling bold enough to ask a question of her own. If the man could do what he had done to Glory, it didn't seem too large a stretch to think he might have been involved in something that was close to her own heart. "How about The Four Doctors?" Beth asked, referring to the clinic she had part owned and worked at and which had been burnt down and not, Beth was certain, by the person who had been officially blamed. Having asked the question she blushed and retreated a couple of steps, suddenly frightened that she might have got in the way of Sylandra's work and shocked by her own audacity. Beth crossed her arms beneath her breasts and hugged herself tightly, trying not to look as frightened as she felt.
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| Tojoyama | Oct 21 2015, 07:47 AM Post #183 |
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Ayden and Rex went to the privacy of their cabin until the food demanded additional attention. Ayden returned to the kitchen, Rex to see what he could do tidying up Glory and checking with his own Captain for any orders. Slash offered up some locations where contacts were made, nothing seemed to be of value. He seemed to be honest, having nothing to lose by doing so. Or at least was a well practiced liar. It would seem he was just a very good sociopathic killer, indifferent to repercussion for his actions. And without loyalties. Sonya and Siobhan did what they could to fix up Glory, mostly securing the 'on the fly' repairs Jasper had made. Jasper slept. Everyone with injuries was bandaged and stabilized. The two Captains had received communications on their next missions. (( more on that in OOC)) They met in Glory's dining hall. |
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| Clare | Oct 28 2015, 02:37 AM Post #184 |
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As was so often the case, though it seemed to make no difference to Beth's anxiety or behaviour, her fears were not realised and the interrogation of the man proceeded quietly and with little cause for further concern on Beth's part. It also was mercifully brief which meant that Beth was able to attend to Sylandra's injury even if she did utter the occasional tut-tut over both the injury and the delay in her being able to treat it. "I don't think your arm will fall off just yet," Beth said as she finished up. "But that doesn't mean you can run around ignoring your injury," she added. Beth discarded the detritus into the bin and returned the other items to their stowage before turning to face Sylandra again, approaching to half an arms length away. Her expression had become serious after the banter of the treatment. "You had me worried, Sylandra," she said softly, not a complaint but a quiet statement of fact. Then, a little more hesitantly, because she was admitting something to herself as well as to Sylandra, she added, "I ... I don't believe I have ... felt .. that worried ... about someone ... before." She stopped, her embarrassment showing as a slight colouring on her cheeks. While she had spoken, her hands had moved toward Sylandra's, stopping just a fraction of an inch away, needing Sylandra to complete the movement that she had started.
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| MacTrom | Oct 28 2015, 10:48 PM Post #185 |
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In Their Room
Sylandra shrugged off the injury, even when her side exploded in pain. The wince that it brought was obvious, but she just stifled a grunt and shook her head. With a sigh, she allowed her friend to administer to the cracked rib as well.
Syl looked into Beth's eyes and saw the wetness welling up there. She took the other woman's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently. "I'm sorry about that. When I have to concentrate on my actions... well, I haven't had someone to care about either for such a long time. And I'm still just opening up to you. For that, I'm sorry as well. But my past gets in the way, I'm afraid. I .... I don't want to lose you. I just need to go slow. Well, not too slow. " She shrugged as she ran out of words. She drew Beth's hand closer, touching her fingers to her heart. It was the most open thing she had done in a long time. Her arms wrapped around the other woman and drew her tight, kissing her lips, feeling the softness and the moisture. Tears formed in Syl's eyes as well as they hugged affectionately,
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| ian dugan | Oct 29 2015, 02:12 AM Post #186 |
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Time Jump: After the ship's parted - Glory - Galley Once everyone had returned to their respective ships and the ship's broke dock Ian had called everyone into the galley. Once everyone made it there he began. "we got orders to head to Haven, like I wanted. We mend our hurts and do a proper refit for the ship." He looked around the room, not liking what he was about to say. "Those that want ta leave the Glory can do so there. It's deep within our controlled space and the Alliance should leave you alone. Again he paused and continued, the news just getting worse as he spoke. "As to the Alliance, we are considered to be Criminals of War for our actions back at the warehouse. He let the news reel play This doesn't give all the facts, but shows why I wanted all comms taken out. We were sloppy and it cost us. He took a breath. "We'll be out of the war for a short while. Rest while ya can. Storms upon us." |
Ian Dugan ![]() Dis-memberment - 1,Coma - 3, Kills - 1 | |
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| abbey | Oct 30 2015, 03:30 PM Post #187 |
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Glory's Galley Even with help (which she had to have or else she'd be listening via ship wide comms), Abe felt drained. Getting hit at point blank distance in the chest by a bullet was damaging, even with high grade armor. So she got as comfortable as she could, let the vacuum machine do its thing and listened to her Captain. "we got orders to head to Haven, like I wanted. We mend our hurts and do a proper refit for the ship." Healing their hurts. Not hurting anymore sounding good. "Those that want ta leave the Glory can do so there. It's deep within our controlled space and the Alliance should leave you alone."[/b] There were people looking to get off the ship? What the rutt happened? She thought things were tense earlier in the med bay, but not at that point. Leaving? Her brow furrowed as she looked around the room at the people there trying to ascertain which one might be looking to bail. "As to the Alliance, we are considered to be Criminals of War for our actions back at the warehouse. Criminals of War... Fantastic. Abe watched the corresponding news reels condemning them. "This doesn't give all the facts, but shows why I wanted all comms taken out. We were sloppy and it cost us." Yes, he was less than thrilled, but then again, who would be? "We'll be out of the war for a short while. Rest while ya can. Storms upon us." Yes... Rest would be good. She looked at Ian. He looked like a truck had run him over. This whole thing wearied him. Rest would be good. For everyone. "You OK?" she asked. She already knew he wasn't. "Have a seat and talk with me, m'kay?" |
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| Clare | Oct 30 2015, 08:37 PM Post #188 |
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Beth watched, fascinated, as Sylandra took her hand and raised it to her lips. She had a vague memory of Ian doing it but it hadn't felt like this, hadn't stirred her as much as Sylandra's action did. She felt the caress of Sylandra's lips against the skin of her hand and a gentle tingle spread up her arm and caused her to shiver gently, in a pleasant way. Sylandra said: .... I just need to go slow. Well, not too slow. "I am not going anywhere," Beth responded. "I have waited for this long, I can wait a little longer. I can't promise I won't encourage but I will try not to push," she added and then watched as Sylandra drew her hand against Sylandra's heart. Her eyes widened as she realised, blind as she usually was to other people's feelings, how much the gesture meant. Before she could properly analyse it, she found herself pulled into an embrace and as their lips touched, Beth didn't bother to hold back the tears, didn't feel the need to hide anything from Sylandra and the only restraint she showed was in how she held Sylandra, not tightening her embrace too much for fear of exacerbating the injury to Sylandra's rib. The kiss was a little unexpected but not at all unwelcome and she did what she could to let Sylandra know that it was welcome, parting her lips slightly to let Sylandra know that it didn't need to stay chaste if the other woman wanted to take it further. After a little while she drew her head back a little, her eyes finding Sylandra's and searching them for a few moments before she spoke. Promise me something; tell me how you feel, don't assume I will know, that I will be able to figure it out. We made that mistake, Alice and I. We were close friends, almost inseparable, talked about and discussed everything except for that one important topic. You are stronger than Alice, I don't imagine for a moment that you would take the path she chose but I would hate to lose you because we were both too afraid to ask and both too afraid to tell." Beth didn't want to let Sylandra go but the Captain had called them to the galley and reluctantly she drew back a little further. She couldn't let go completely, though, and one hand found Sylandra's, the one attached to her uninjured arm and she held it as she turned toward the entrance to the medbay. She didn't know if Sylandra would want to make their developing relationship public just yet, though she felt ready, just, so Beth was ready to release Sylandra's hand if she should indicate that that was what she wanted. She did hope that Sylandra was as comfortable as she was with letting the others see the affection that holding hands revealed. "There's always an interruption," Beth sighed softly. So far their relationship seemed to have been defined by the interruptions to it rather than having been able to spend quality time together.
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| ian dugan | Oct 31 2015, 02:18 AM Post #189 |
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Glory - Galley Ian looked around the room. Jasper and Bossch sat as far apart as Jasper could manage. Abe looked almost as pale as Death herself. He should know, they were sitting next to each other. Death stuck her tongue out at him He had said his piece and would let others have theirs. He didn't need to stand though. Abe sorta sat, if you could call it that, to his right in a small two person bench seat. AS he neared she spoke. "You OK?" .... "Have a seat and talk with me, m'kay?" "Cant. She wont move." In their many weeks together aboard the Blaze, he had told her about his Ghosts, so he needn't go into detail. He figured that Bossch knew whom he saw. She just never acknowledged that she knew. Still standing, he continued. "How ya feelin? Yer lookin better." |
Ian Dugan ![]() Dis-memberment - 1,Coma - 3, Kills - 1 | |
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| abbey | Nov 2 2015, 03:42 PM Post #190 |
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Abe knew that the events with the assassins and the ship being damaged had weighed heavily on Ian, but it wasn't until he spoke that it registered to her exactly how much. "Cant. She wont move." She. AKA Death. He had told her about her back when they had been on Blaze before. And it creeped her out that he wouldn't sit down because he saw Death was sitting next to her. "How ya feelin? Yer lookin better." That made her laugh, then wince. "You big liar. I look like crap," she said with a smile. She looked over at the place next to her and thought about who Ian saw there. "Do you want to go somewhere else to talk? My neck is getting stiff looking up at you." She turned to the other seat, gave some shooing motions like she was kicking an errant dog off the couch before sliding over to where Death had been sitting. "Well, if you want to hang here, now you can sit down at least." Then she gave him a stellar smile. |
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| ian dugan | Nov 3 2015, 03:07 AM Post #191 |
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Ian watched the play by play as Death looked at Abe with indignation and moved her foot out of the way of Abe's kick. As Abe slid over, Death, by what Ian saw, had to move as well until she was sitting on air with a smug look on her too read lips. Ian made a That's not right look and Death promptly fell flat on her kiester and banged her head on the wall. Ian laughed and wished Abe could see that as well. Dorian could see her. Lear would voice the ship, when she strolled through, but no one actually saw her as he did. He chuckled as Death stood, rubbing her head. She floated, more than walked, over to where Syl and Beth were sitting. He sat beside Abe. "I mean it. You do look better than half dead. About maybe only one quarter dead now." He sobered up and was somber for a while. I hate war. Always did. Now I'm leadin one."\ He shook his head and was quite for a time. |
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| abbey | Nov 7 2015, 04:55 AM Post #192 |
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Abe wasn't sure really how Ian was going to react to what she did in order to move over to where he saw his "Death" sitting. Would it backfire? She wans definitely not trying to make light of his ghosts, but she was trying to make him at ease. He needed to rest. Hell, she needed to rest too. She was elated to hear him laugh at what had happened. Ian's laugh was always an enjoyable thing to hear. Apparently, Abe needed to kick "death" around a little more often. It was times like this that she wished she could see what he did. You know, so she could help him in that aspect. Had to be weird to have someone like that following you around all these years. When Ian sat down in the space she originally occupied, she snuggled up a little. Well, as best as you could do with a vacuum unit working to help you reattach your lunch to your chest wall. "I mean it. You do look better than half dead. About maybe only one quarter dead now." Abe nodded. "Well, any day that I ain't looking fully dead is always a win in my book," she said truthfully as her fingers of her one hand laced through his and she laid her head on his shoulder. Then they didn't say much for a spell, but finally Ian spoke. "I hate war. Always did. Now I'm leadin one." Ian shook his head in disbelief of what was happening. Abe let him stew for a bit, giving him some space in case he wanted to say more. As she did, all she could do was hold his hand and be close with him. When she was confident enough that he wasn't going to continue, she spoke up, but only as loud as to keep it to the two of them. "No one likes war, Capt'n," Abe told him. She always found it funny that she called him captain most of the time, even when it was just the two of them. "If ya' liked war, there'd be somethin' wrong with yer brainpan." She lifted her head and turned so she could look into those deep brown eyes. "Things have happened. Things that can't be ignored. These things are worthy to fight to keep," she said with solemnity. She squeezed his hand. "There are them who have their heads in the sand, either hopin' it'll all go away or that it'll get better on it's own. But ignoring it? That ain't who we are." She turned a bit towards him, wincing as she did. She again gave praise to the God of good armor. She'd rather be in pain that feeling nothing at all. "Sometimes we do what we gotta do. It ain't pleasant. It ain't something we wanted. But stopping what is going on out there? It is just something that has to be done. We ain't got a choice." She gave him a small smile. "I am with ya' on this for the long run. I am ready to do what is needed," she confirmed. She sat still then for a moment before speaking again. "And I will be by your side too." The last part did not mean anything that had to do with the war. It was personal. "Cause I ain't afraid anymore. No more runnin' Do ya' understand me?" She hoped that he was getting what she was trying to say. If he didn't, she would have to clarify it. Which she would do in a second if she had to. Probably the rooftops too if needed. |
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| Becker | Nov 9 2015, 10:17 AM Post #193 |
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There was Reese. All dressed in white. Like a wedding dress. But they weren't in church. Becker didn't question it. They were hiding behind a wall. It was Glory's walls, but no place he'd ever been to. He didn't question. Just sensed a growing urgency to escape, and tried to remember how to reach the shuttle. He looked around the corner to see a room. A room on Glory, but no room he'd seen before. There was Bosch. A mess of herself, but standing tall over captives. Renwick. She looked straight at him before Bosch pulled the trigger. The shock ran through Becker, straight to the core. He should have acted. Indecision had beat him again. That prompted a wave of bad memories. He looked again and Renwick was gone, and replaced by other captives. He made them out. Weasel's body lay lifeless on the floor. Cole's body was sat up against the wall, but coated with blood. Still breathing though was Trina. With tears in her eyes and a gun to her head, she looked to Becker. "NO!" When he reached her, she wasn't there anymore. It was Reese instead. Becker looked back to see the Reese he thought was behind. But it was someone else. Same face, but now dressed in tight black clothes. Another Reese. She quickly drew a gun on him and fired. A jolt went through him as his eyes opened and Mike sat up. He was sweating heavily and taken by the very real pain that came from his wound. "I can't even escape it when I'm asleep..." He held a hand to his forehead before wiping the perspiration from his skin. Then Becker took the time to linger on the dream he had. Fresh in his head were people he's lost, people he cared about, enough so to make it feel real. And they were all gone now. And Mike wasn't sire who he felt close to on this ship anymore. As loneliness weighed on him heavily, he decided to endure pain and make for the comfort of his bunk. He knew just the bottle of whiskey to open when he got there. |
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| ian dugan | Nov 19 2015, 01:02 AM Post #194 |
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Glory - Galley He relaxed next to her and listened to her words, his mind drifting. So many thoughts and worry's swirled around in his brain pan lately. He had been a Sargent in an Elite squad of Alliance Military Spec Operators that he had assembled and trained. They were so good at what they did that they, eventually, betrayed one another. All but one of them were dead now He squeezed her hand back The Alliance that he tried so hard to get away from was under attack and they didn't even know it. The Devil you know .... as the old saying goes. The Alliance that he had sworn to protect wanted his head. They would send folk after him. Him and his. He looked around, again, at his crew that were there. Becker was still laid up. Abe should be ... He looked at her. "What was that she just said ... She's looking at me .... waiting for a response. What did she say?? She not afraid? Course not. She's looked Death in the face so often that Death is starting to give her a wide berth. Dont look away, Ian. Dont look to Death then back to Abe. Not yet. Death is ... well ... death. The end of life. Abe is ... Life. To you, anyway. Wait ... what was that? She's not running away any more. ... What? Wait. This is important. Momentous even. Play back what she said. he thought for a moment, blinking only twice in the few seconds to took to process what Abe was saying. "I am with ya' on this for the long run. I am ready to do what is needed," Normal thing to say in a time like this. Wouldn't expect anything else of ya. "And I will be by your side too." I know that too. ... Wait. Is she saying what I think she's saying? ... "Cause I ain't afraid anymore. ... I remember that part. Its what finally caught my attention from all that noise in my head. " ... No more runnin' Do ya' understand me?" No more runnin. Why's that important. Come on Ian. Think. Why is Abe not runnin anymore important. I've never seen her run from anything. Other than ... He blinked. His eyes grew slightly larger and his patented crooked smile spread slowly across his lips. ... us! When she ran ... away the mornin after.... This was confirmation that there was, in fact and deed, a "them" They were a couple! "If you didn't have that thing stickin outta yer lung, I would so take you up to our cabin and break a few of the Seven Deadly with you." He spoke softly, but matter-of-factly to her about his intentions. |
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| abbey | Nov 20 2015, 07:22 PM Post #195 |
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Glory - Galley As Abe talked, she almost wondered if Ian was paying attention or if his mind was elsewhere. But she didn't stop. She had something to say and she wasn't going to be deterred from it. She was bolstered on the idea he was when he squeezed her hand. He looked around the room, looking at each of the crew members that were present, something she wasn't unprepared for. He would be like this for a while. Not that he wasn't before, but his sensitivity will probably be heightened for a while. Crew was always his family and family takes care of family. She only wished she had experienced that in her own family. Now where did that come from? She hadn't thought much on them in a while. She caught him looking over everyone again. Yep. He was worried about all of them. It was one of the things that made her love him even more. But then he looked directly at her. Her brow furrowed. Had he heard any of what she said? She wasn't sure because he blinked twice. Like he was in a fog. But she kept talking and when she was done, his eyes hadn't left hers. He blinked again like he was processing what she had said. The pause was killing her. Would he even feel the same? Was she making a fool of herself? Then she watched his eyes widen as it seemed like he was comprehending what she had just said. Then it was followed by that smile she loved so much. He had heard her! And he understood what she was saying. Then he spoke. "If you didn't have that thing stickin outta yer lung, I would so take you up to our cabin and break a few of the Seven Deadly with you." A smile spread over her face as well and she blushed as well. "If'n I were able, I would tell you that the things I have imagined us doing lately..." she said as she smiled wider. "Well, let's just say that I am with you all the way." In a way, she was surprised she had fessed up to that as well. But he had meant what he said and she wanted to be just as honest. Yes, right now, she felt a little more alive that she had in the past few hours. |
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