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Post by Mierin on Apr 26, 2006 19:03:28 GMT -5
Sam smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "It's all right, I'm sure once your team is operational, they'll make a big difference on the field."
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Post by dakota on Apr 26, 2006 19:26:55 GMT -5
With an 'Umph', Travers held his footing. " We heard some mumblings that Trassk has been dealing with undesirables on a regular basis. Did you see anything that to this regard? And I'm not referring to the odd d-bee like those in that village."
" Thanks." Norris replied, " but I should get going. Maybe we can have lunch sometime, and compare notes. Right now I have to find a juicer named Lobo that got assigned to me too. Later." He starts off in the wrong direction, then after checking his notepad, turns around and goes to Lobo's room further down the hall."
Dyson comes out of his room in uniform and salutes Sam and Rhys. " Thought I'd go pay my respects to Mikey." He pulled his door shut and started towards the elevator
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 26, 2006 19:29:11 GMT -5
"What's your next question?" Mary says, letting up, punching at a more random rhythm.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 26, 2006 19:31:30 GMT -5
Sam nods at Norris. "Sure, that sounds fine." Upon hearing that Lobo was being transferred as well, Sam's face darkens and she heads back to her room. 'What the hell are they doing?' she wonders to herself. She nods at Dyson and returns the salute and re-renters her room, slamming the door behind her.
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Post by dakota on Apr 26, 2006 19:59:09 GMT -5
Travers glared at her. " You didn't answer the first one, Sargeant. If you like, I can make this more formal?"
A knock came at Sam's door. " Uh, LT, Shep thought you should come too. If it's any consolation, he said he was buying the drinks afterwards." Dyson's unsure voice came from the hallway.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 26, 2006 20:02:12 GMT -5
Mary stopped boxing. "Trassk is no fool." She says. "If he has been, he's been doing it on orders from higher ups." She says. "And, quite frankly, just because they're the wastes of the Earth doesn't mean they don't have their uses. Anyone in the field for long periods of time have to make personal sacrifices for the States." She pulls a towel off the rack. "So, if you want to investigate something, ask why your superiors think it's so important that a long-range scout does his job, him?" And she heads out of the gym for another shower.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 26, 2006 20:09:09 GMT -5
Sam sighs and kicks her bag angrily, cursing silently. She opens the door and looks at Dyson with a neutral face, hiding her emotions. "Fine," she says quietly, "just give me a minute to change." Dyson nods and she closes the door again. Sam quickly gets changed into her uniform and then opens the door and says to the waiting Dyson "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Not waiting for Dyson's reply, she heads towards the elevator.
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Post by dakota on Apr 26, 2006 20:35:38 GMT -5
" Fine, have it your way Sargeant." Travers replied coldly. " I'll be watching you too." He let her leave.
Dyson hurried to keep pace with Sam, staying a pace behind just as he was supposed to in the field as her RTO. " Yes, ma'am." He replied from behind her. The elevator took them to the launch bay. A Deathbringer APC sat off away from the other vehicles in the bay, the caskets of the fallen troops being unload. Off to the side, a lone soldier stood at attention holding a salute. Cleaned up and in uniform, it was hard to recognize Shepherd. To her surprise, his uniform was adorned with the rank identifiers of a warrant officer and held several medals, including two Iron Stars, a Crimson Heart with gold Stripe, the Minnesota Cross and a Distinguishe service Medallion. Above the medals were several service ribbons, some of which she recognized. Tolkeen, New Town, Free Quebec, the Pecos Campaign, but there were several others she hadn't seen before. He noted her arrival with Dyson with a slight nod, but the unloading held his attention until they closed the troopship's cargobay.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 26, 2006 20:39:24 GMT -5
"Oh great!" She replies at the top of her voice so that anyone in earshot hears her. "Another perv to watch my every move! Why can't there be a guy that doesn't see me as some kind of sexual conquest?"
And she heads to her room, locking it behind her.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 26, 2006 20:39:40 GMT -5
Sam's jaw drops in shock as she spots Sheperd. She quickly makes her face blank and unreadable, as she watches the unloading ceremony.
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Post by dakota on Apr 26, 2006 20:46:30 GMT -5
Once the unloading was complete, Shepherd turned to face Sam and dyson. " I don't know about you two, but I need a drink." He smirked, opening his collar.
A few heads turned at Mar's comment, but she didn't get the rise out of the ISS spector she was looking for. Ellie passed her in the corridor as she headed for her room, but no one disturbed her.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 26, 2006 20:49:51 GMT -5
Sam nods at Shep, keeping her face blank and unreadable. "Yes." she replies "Heaven knows I could use a drink.. or ten" she mutters to herself, not caring if Dyson or Shep heard the last part.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 26, 2006 20:50:29 GMT -5
Pulling herself into her uniform, Mary grumbles under her breath. "Nothing but trouble." She says. "Sending Specters after me... he's so going to get such a piece of my mind." She says, re-emerged in a uniform, hair up in a formal uniformish bun, figuring there's got to be a messhall somewhere here that serves booze.
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Post by dakota on Apr 27, 2006 14:09:08 GMT -5
" I hate this damn thing, feels like it's suffocating me." Shepherd sputtered as he motioned towards an empty table. " Since we're on stand down" He smirked, waiving down a server as he started removing medals and tucking them in his breast pocket. The 'tender arrived and asked for orders. Shep ordered a pitcher of draught and a couple glasses." PUt it on my tab." He smirked.
" Sure Shep, just make sure you settle up this time. Anything else?" The server replied, motioning towards Dyson with a grin. " Hey, is he old enough to drink?"
Dyson scowled as Shep nodded. " Alright LT, let me have it. I'm sure you've been itching to do it since we got picked up. And judging by the look on your face, Rhys got the good news."
A corporal in the main corridor of the dormitories suggested Marianna try the lounge off the main hangar. When she got there, she could see Shep, Dyson and the LT just ordering.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 27, 2006 14:24:10 GMT -5
Mary steps into the lounge, but heads for the bar, figuring, if Shep's just offered to let the LT vent, it would be better not to be a part of it (since Mary alread knows just how annoyed Sam it). Also, she'll keep an eye for the Specter.
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