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Post by Wedge Lourde on Aug 3, 2005 21:06:44 GMT -5
I stumbled into my quarters for the first time in almost 5 weeks. I threw up, and watched a nano-bot materialise the alchol and bile combonation, and I fell onto my bed. I laid there, staring at my poster of Guardian V that I had customised. At around 2:30 AM, I decided to take a shower. Yeah! That'll make me feel better!
Cold water splashed my whole body, and it felt great, considering I hadn't showered since after the Operation, almost 3 days. It was a very big shower, and I could almost completely lay down, minus my head. It would have to stay propped up, but I didn't care... I needed sleep. I fell asleep laying down in my shower with the water still running.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 4, 2005 13:15:12 GMT -5
My eyes shot open, I looked around. I relaxed, it was only a dream. I was in my quarters on Sheratan. I sat up on the edge of my bed. Noticing that I was still fully clothed. Sitting there thinking, trying to remember exactly what had transpired the night before.
Was that a dream as well .....
The memories suddenly came flooding back. Going to the Cantina, meeting William, drinking on an empty stomach, and him. The Clanner Bekker. Then I remembered everything.
Oh my God ..... I couldn't stand, he walked me back to my room, and ..... and ..... oh no ..... I threw up outside.
I held my head in my hands. Wondering what he must think of me. The head of the Medical Unit getting sloshed and acting like an idiot. I jumped up throwing off all my clothes I got into a hot shower. Taking the long hot shower helped me to feel better, but not to feel better about what I did the night before.
Did he come into my room..... no I remember standing at the door saying goodnight ..... I think.
I got out of the shower, got dressed and decided to go to the Mess Hall for food.
Which is what I should have done last night.
I put my thoughts aside. Left my room and headed for the Mess Hall. Thinking if I ran into him today I would apologize for my actions.
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Morgan Blake
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 13, 2005 9:13:05 GMT -5
Commander Garland lead Aliesha and myself to Legionnaires' underground crew quarters from the mech bay. Arriving, both of us were expecting to be assigned to common room bunks. This was the norm for where both of us had come from, though for very different reasons. On the dropship here, we had both been assigned to the same common bunk room, which neither of us had found out of the ordinary, though I was used to male only communal rooms.
When we were assigned a well furnished private room each, we both protested that we neither held the rank nor could afford the credits for such luxury.
With a confused and bemused look on his face, Commander Garland explained that these rooms were assigned to every member of the legionaires and that there were more than enough rooms for every member to have an individual room with plenty of spare rooms left over. The rooms didn't require any 'credits' to purchase. Each member was assigned a room automatically upon their enlistment.
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Morgan Blake
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 13, 2005 9:34:09 GMT -5
Entering 'MY' new crew quarters, I couldn't believe the luxury. A bed, a seperate and personal bathroom. I couldn't ever remeber sleeping in a bed before. It was so soft and comfortable. Until the dropship, I hadn't slept anywhere except on the floor with a couple of old threadbare blankets. Aliesha kept teasing me and laughing at my reactions to the 'comforts' of the dropship quarters. I suspected that her reaction to 'her' new room would be equally ammusing to witness.
I didn't know what to do first, lye on the bed, use the shower, realise there was a fridge. Finally I settled for uncovering my face and checking my wound in the wall mounted mirror in the bathroom.
"The clan doctors did a good job of regrowing the skin, I wish though that they had been able or willing to do something about the bone underneath. I wonder if the medics here can do anything ?"
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Post by Commander Garrett Garland on Sept 13, 2005 22:59:39 GMT -5
I lead both Blake and his bondsman—or bondswoman in her case, to their respective quarters—their shock was obviously a surprise; most military establishments put non-officers in the pig pen as I called it—the barracks. However, since our base of operations was certainly unique and had been funded by the MRBC itself, we were able to pull out all the stops. I knew that the clanner was obviously embarrassed that I’d seen her eyes go wide at the place; it would seem that in some cases such a display could be considered a weakness, dishonorable. That wasn’t to say that all clanners lived purely Spartan lives—some clanners were actually great artists, taking their usual dedication and taking it to the canvas battlefield.
Smiling I said, “I’ll let you get settled—let me know if you have any questions.”
On the way back I thought about Blake—his mangled face especially. It was a little known fact that the Legionnaires had a medical team to rival that of Wolf’s Dragoons, perhaps our good doctor Jessica Saturina could do something about his injuries.
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 14, 2005 5:45:01 GMT -5
Though it hadn't seemed like a long day, once my head hit that soft pillow on the bed, I was fast asleep.
Maybe it was accumulated stress, maybe it was constant lack of sleep for many years, but looking at the clock on the table next to the bed it was clearly 06:00. I'd been asleep for nearly 16 hours.
Glancing around, I noticed that someone had entered while I was sleeping and had left several spare sets of fatigues neatly folded on the main table for me. Obviously my lack of baggage had been noticed. Apart from several jumpsuits care of the Jade Falcons and what I was wearing I had no possesions other than what was over in the mechbay.
Taking a very long hot shower that lasted almost an hour, I was fully refreshed and ready to go.
The fatigues were a fairly good fit and new. This was the first time that I could remember ever having new clothes, not something that hadn't been handed down once or twice already. Sometimes even from a corpse. I would have to thank whomever was responsible when I found them. Looking at the new fatigues and then back at my old clothes. The thought of washing the old clothes evaporated as they flew into the waste recepticle. Out of habit I doned my light external body armour but made a concious decission not to cover my face today. If I was to work with these people and become part of their team, they would have to get to know me, with my scar and not just as a disembodied voice from under my tagelmoust.
I had found the term for my form of head gear while accessing a data terminal onboard the Jade Falcon Dropship. Apparently it originated from the the people of the Sahara Desert in ancient Earth as protection against sand and wind. A use it was still being put to on the planet I came from.
Just as I was resolving to find Aliesha and locate the mess hall together, my data terminal acknowledged an incoming message.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Sept 14, 2005 17:37:00 GMT -5
Captain Maxwell had visited with me about our newest member Morgan Blake. He had told me of the disfigurement on his face. He had asked me if I could do anything if Blake was interested. I told him of course. I would have to look at him to see how much I could do for him but I was more then willing to help him.
The infirmary was quiet. No patients in beds and none to attend to briefly either. I decided to pay a visit to Morgan Blake. It was a little on the bold side but I wanted him to know the help was available if he wanted it.
Leaving Dr. Edwards in charge. I took a brisk stroll over to the crews quarters where I was sure I might find him. Finding the room Ben said he had been assigned I knocked lightly on the door. The door came open and there stood a tall dark man, his face was terribly disfigured, but I didn't even flinch, I had seen much worse. Just in a glance I could already tell I could help him with it, but needed to exam him to tell just how much.
Holding out my hand I introduced myself to him. "I'm Dr. Jessica Saturina, head physician for the Legionnaires."
He looked down at my outstretched hand and hesitated a moment before taking it in a strong hand shake. "I'm Morgan Blake"
"Yes, I know. I came down to purposely meet you. This is probably going to seem very bold of me, and I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries, but Captain Maxwell told me about you and I wanted to see if I could help. I now know that I can, but would need you to come to the infirmary for an exam. Then I can tell you just how much I can do for you. Our infirmary here is well equipped, as good as any hospital, state of the art. Of course, it is entirely up to you Mr. Blake. I would be more then happy to help you. Just say the word."
There was no definable expression on his face, I stood awaiting his answer.
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Post by Aliesha on Sept 14, 2005 19:40:11 GMT -5
Settling in my new quarters, was unsettling. I was not used to these luxuries, the stravags allow themselves. In my opinion it makes them soft and venerable to attacks. I came only with the clothes on me and nothing more. It was the way Morgan and I traveled.
I sat on my bed and let my mind wonder back to the day I met Morgan Blake. The battle we fought was long and hard, but he won. True to the Clans rules of honor I became his bondsman. He had tried to release me several times, but I assured him that would only bring me dishonor. So here we are, together, joining the Legionnaires. We had heard they were a unit of honorable men and women. At this point the only one I trusted was Morgan. That had taken a long time to come about as well.
Morgan and I had definitely formed a bond of trust between us. I just hoped we were doing the best thing for both of us. I knew there would be people that did not want me around. All I could do was wait and see.
I laid down on the soft bed, it was definitely comfortable. Without even removing my clothes in minuets I was asleep.
I was startled awake by a loud banging. I realized it was someone at the door. I jumped up, opening the door. Morgan stood at the door. I just waited for him to tell me what he was there for.
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 15, 2005 6:19:10 GMT -5
Just as I was resolving to find Aliesha and locate the mess hall together, my data terminal acknowledged an incoming message.
It was from Dr Saturina reminding me that I had an appointment scheduled for 08:00 this morning so that she could better examine my scarred and disfigured cheek.
Dr Saturina had visited me yesterday afternoon, just after Commander Garland had shown me to my new quarters.
"...I would be more then happy to help you. Just say the word."
I stood there for several minutes not responding. My eyes locked on hers as I searched her soul for any hidden agendas. I had not expected an offer of medical treatment so soon, nor apparently without any recursive conditions attached. Plunging the depths of her soul through her eyes, I found no hint of duplicity at all, I found only a pure willingness to help and heal. She was either being honest and truthful or else was very good at lying. I decided to trust my gut instinct.
Finally responding, I agreed to an appointment the following morning.
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 15, 2005 6:56:02 GMT -5
Acknowledging the appointment with Dr. Saturina, I went to Aliesha's room and knocked on the door. Obviously she had succumbed to the luxuries of her own soft bed as I had to knock several times, ever louder.
Aliesha finally opened the door, still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, now obviously slept in, her hair disheveled and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Starring at me blankly, with her mouth ever so slightly ajar, I couldn't resist.
"Good morning sunshine" In my loudest , most cheerful voice.
I couldn't resist teasing her just the slightest. "Not quite the perfect example of clan efficiency are we this morning ? Needing a wake up call well after sunrise and all." Pointedly eying her disheveled hair and rumpled clothing. " One soft bed to sleep in and all that clan training is out the proverbial window"
Beginning to defend herself, she stopped at the site of the huge grin on my face. Her eyes even opened a bit in surprise. It was the first time that she had seen me smile in the three months we had known each other, the first time that my voice had held even the slightest bit of emotion other than loathing and anger when it was not stoically neutral.
"I think this place and these people will be good for us. I believe that they will help us rediscover ourselves and bring us back from the brink we have placed ourselves on.
I know you feel it to, otherwise neither of us would have slept for more than two hours last night.
I was going to ask you to breakfast, but I can see that you are not quite ready yet." Glancing through the doorway, over at her main table. " I see that you have a new change of clothes as well. " Her head turned to follow my gaze before returning to me. "I'll see you in the mess hall. I'll be there until 08:00 when I have an appointment in the infirmary about my cheek." My hand involuntarily rising to my left cheek as I mentioned it.
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Post by Aliesha on Sept 15, 2005 12:23:19 GMT -5
After Morgan left to proceed to the mess hall, I turned and walked to the pile of clothing that had been placed on the counter. It made me feel very uneasy that someone had entered my room and I did not wake up. I looked at the bed. Was this thing going to make me soft, unaware, destroy the training of so many years .......? It was a disturbing thought.
It was, however, good to see Morgan in such a good mood. Seeing him smile was odd in a way but nice too. The last 3 months had been hard for us both. Our bond had grown because we only had each other to rely on. The fact he was going to see the Doc about his face made me happy. I knew it bothered him, even though he never said so. It already seemed like our decision to join the Legionnaires was going to be a good one.
I removed my clothes tossing them away. They were old and tattered. Getting into my shower, turning on the water, letting the hot water run over my body. Just standing there enjoying the feeling of the hot water soothe my body. I almost did not want to leave. I did, however, get out. Drying off, going into the other room to get the clothing left for me. I took a moment to run my hand over the material. It was very nice. It had been a long time since I had something this nice. I quickly got dressed in the Legionnaires uniform, and brushed out my wet hair. It was then I noticed I was extremely hungry. I quickly left my room, briskly walking down the corridors to find my way to the mess hall where Morgan would be waiting for me.
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Post by Aliesha on Sept 27, 2005 16:33:43 GMT -5
Finally in Morgans quarters, I took him inside, sitting him down on his bed.
"Now you rest. If you need anything I'll be right out side your door. Do not try to get up feeling like that. You might fall."
"Thank you for your help Aliesha but you don't need to mother me. I'm fine."
I got all flustered. "I ... I am not trying to mother you Morgan Blake. I am honor bound to protect and serve you, thats exactly all I am doing."
"Ok ... Ok cool your jets.
I had not heard this phrase before. These inner sphere freebirths had some strange ways of expressing themselves. I crossed my arms in front of me.
"Fine Morgan Blake. I will be out side. If you need anything call me. When you are ready for food, let me know I will go and get it for you. "
I turned around quickly, walking out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I took my place in front of his door, in a guardian stance. No one would get passed me. They would die quickly at my hands if they tried.
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 27, 2005 18:36:45 GMT -5
With Aliesha standing guard outside the door I could relax and admit to myself how weak and helpless I felt at this point in time. It was not a feeling that I enjoyed and once over it I was not in any hurry to be back in this condition ever again.
Resting on the bed, I noticed that the message indicator was ON on the computer terminal on the desk. Forcing myself off the bed, I slowly made my way across the room to the desk where it was located. I knocked several things over and made a deal of noise in getting there but at least Aliesha did not come into the room again to check on me.
Making it to the terminal and opening the message, I saw that it was from the Quartermaster. Someone had responded to the message he had posted about the clan omnimech being for sale or trade. Curiously, the interested party had also included Retribution in the deal. But they had not mentioned anything about the remains of Aliesha's Hellbringer. It had been gutted when I had touched off the remaining AMS ammunition in the center torso during our battle. The mech had just collapsed in on itself after the engine and gyro were utterly destroyed. It was good now for nothing but the surviving weapons ands a few bits of random salvage.
Since I had made no mention about the Thug in the advert, I could only surmise that someone had paid close attention to the mechs when they were being unloaded from the dropship. They had probably seen at the same time that the Hellbringer was beyond repair. But why not request that as well ? The clan weapons were certainly of great value even if the rest of the mech was purely scrap.
I sent a reply to the Quartermaster, asking him to acknowledge the offer and that I was willing negotiate to come to some sort of arrangement. No specific offer had been made yet but it sounded promising.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Sept 28, 2005 18:19:36 GMT -5
After Alice had left to go back out to the battle field I got myself up. I had to stand there for a moment to get myself reoriented. I made my way towards my room in the crew quarters. My bed sounded so nice right now.
As I walked down the hallway I nodded to the few crew members I knew. Most of them just said the usual 'hi' while others would say 'welcome back' or 'hope your arm gets better.' I thanked them and reached the hallway where my room was.
I slowly walked down it, fatigue starting to set in. As I started to reach my room I noticed somone standing outside of the room directly across from mine. As I got closer I noticed that this person was strikingly beautiful, but deadly. I smiled and nodded as I walked up. I turned and pressed the buttons to open my door. I walked in and sat hard on my bed.
I sighed and then gingerly took my shirt off. I looked down at the bullet wound. Jessica had done an excellent job fixing it. I gently laid down and stared at the celling. Sleep seemed to elude me.
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Post by Aliesha on Oct 1, 2005 14:02:15 GMT -5
I had been standing guard at Morgans door for many hours. I did not feel tired at all though. The adrenaline coursed through my body. It was just the way I felt when on duty, alert and always ready for anything. I was honor bound to protect Morgan but the last 3 months had somehow made it more important to me. Honor was always foremost, of course, but that coupled with the fact I now respected and admired him as a person, made it even more important to me.
I was standing wide awake and alert when one of the Legionnaires came down the hallway. He looked like he had been hurt. Most likely in battle. He smiled and nodded at me. I did not smile back or even nod. My look to him I am sure suggested to him that he should not come any closer, or even attempt to talk to me. Like any well trained guard, I do not engage in pleasantries when I am on duty. This being part of the Legionnaires was going to prove to be a challenge for me. Being friendly, part of a family kind of thing was not something I was accustom to. I would need to learn. I just did not want to lose my edge.
No matter how long it took. I would be right here until Morgan was better and not so vulnerable. Also, if he needed anything at all I would be here to get it for him. In a few hours he would have been resting a full eight hours. I would open the door and check on him, just to make sure he was doing ok. Check to see if he needed anything. Until then I would be steadfast and wait.
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