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Post by phantom on Apr 30, 2006 16:45:48 GMT -5
He comes to attention as Sam closed in, his gaze still held lofty.
"Yes Ma'am, I have been assigned to this Unit."
He remains as he is, not looking at Sam or anyone else in the room. His features remains flat and void of any emotion.
He makes no move to join the others of the unit in sitting down to observe outdated vid scene movies. Instead he remains standing right where he was.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 30, 2006 17:15:22 GMT -5
Noting Lynn still standing, she asks him "What? You a skelebot? You can sit, you know."
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Post by Mierin on Apr 30, 2006 18:19:56 GMT -5
Sam glances at Mariana with a smirk and turns back to Lynn with a serious expression "Welcome aboard, Private. We're currently on down-time, but I expect we'll be briefed on our next assignment in the next day or so. Feel free to relax until then. If you have any questions in the meantime, don't hesitate to come and find me."
Sam then sits down next to Dyson on the couch, and looks over at him grinning "Don't worry, we won't let the skelebots get you. Will we, Marianna?" she asks looking over at Mar.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 30, 2006 18:29:39 GMT -5
Mariana grins. "Yes. We'll protect you, Dyson." And, she leans in and whispers. "You should stick with Sam. She knows how to keep you safe." With a grin and a wink, she settles in to watch the new movie coming on.
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Post by dakota on Apr 30, 2006 23:18:52 GMT -5
Shep stood in the hallway looking in for a moment before putting the picture away and walking out of sight.
Dyson's panic subsided and he stared daggers at Marianna. " No wonder you and Shep can't get along, Sarge. You're just as bad as he is." He squirmed out from between the two of them and retreated for the door. " I think I was better off at the bar. Hey Shep, " he shouted down the corridor as he stepped from view, " wait up!"
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Post by Mierin on Apr 30, 2006 23:41:30 GMT -5
Sam sighs as Dyson chases after Shep. Looking at her watch, she smile at Marianna and says "Well, it's time for me to head off now. Night all." Sam nods at Lynn as she heads out "Nice to meet you, Private."
OUt in the hallway, she sees Shep, and walks up to him. "Can I ask one question?" she asks "Why did you have to be in my squad to keep an eye out on me? There are a dozen ways you could have done it without having to spend one second with me. So, why?"
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Post by dakota on Apr 30, 2006 23:59:15 GMT -5
" You wouldn't understand." Shep replied at first and started to continue to walk away, but stopped and turned back. " I'll tell you why Sam. I owe your brother my life, so I'd do anything he asked. You know that Medal of Valor he's so proud of? He got it the same day I got my first purple heart, by pulling me out of a mess down in the Pecos. I thought if I stayed close, then I'd be able to watch out for you like he asked. But you've made it clear that you don't want my help. I'll bring my transfer request papers for you to sign off on them as soon as I fill them out." With a poor salute, he turned and started toward the corridor.
Dyson, dumbfounded as he had no choice but to listen, simply stood there
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Post by Mierin on May 1, 2006 0:47:24 GMT -5
Sam stands quietly, looking shocked by Shep's outburst. For a second, it looks like she's going to go after him, as she opens her mouth as if to call out Shep's name. Instead, she stays quiet and watches him storm down the corridor. Once he's out of sight, she heads quietly to her room and closes the door behind her.
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Post by phantom on May 1, 2006 3:52:14 GMT -5
He remains unmoving from his given station, both feet firmly secured to the floor with head held high. His eyes seem more interested in observing the roof then looking to those in the room or to the Upcoming show.
For some odd reason the Private continues to remain at the ready stance of attention as if awaiting some important event to come to pass. His features remain bored and unterested in that which goes on about him.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 1, 2006 7:02:30 GMT -5
Mariana yawns, and stretches out on the couch, and starts to doze.
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Post by dakota on May 1, 2006 10:14:31 GMT -5
Some of the other soldiers in the common room chuckle at the antics of the squad, before piltering out in favor of mention of beer.
Next morning, the sounds of commotion in the corridor disturbs the sleep of everyone. They can overhear Rhys and Lobo talking the short turn around, then Ellie calling for them to wait up.
Lying on the floor just inside Sam's room was Shep's request for reassignment, awaiting her signature so it could go to the higher ups. No reason was given, and there was a note attached. I'll Pick this up after breakfast
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 1, 2006 10:19:40 GMT -5
Stirring from the commotion, Mariana gets up and changes into something appropriate for the situation. If the people in the hall are in armour and armed, then she will be to. Especially if it looks like a fight is about to happen. And she'll poke her head out "Ellie! What's going on?" She asks.
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Post by dakota on May 1, 2006 10:54:46 GMT -5
" Lt. Norris just paged. We've got a debreifing in ten." Ellie waved as she broke into a trot away. " Gotta go, tell the others I'll see you when we get back."
Rhys shouted from further down the corridor. " Come on Ellie, we're gonna be late."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 1, 2006 11:16:49 GMT -5
Yawning, she responds. "Yeah, K, kid. Have fun." And she closes the door and slumps back into the bed, armour half-on.
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Post by phantom on May 1, 2006 15:32:56 GMT -5
*he exits the room inwhich he had taken to sleeping in the night dressed in a regular service uniform, and takes a station outside the door at attention as if awaiting some vital event to come to pass. To many it seems as if the fresh Private has no life worth mentioning, or an utter lack of interest in any enjoyable past times common to those of the unit.
Next to him apon the floor in a small duffle bag, bulging in select places. He gives no indiction of moving from his place anytime soon at this point.
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