Samantha Casey
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27 Years Old Lieutenant JG Sagittaron Native
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Post by Samantha Casey on Jul 23, 2013 23:46:01 GMT -5
However much Tyler annoyed Samantha, she found his antics rather….fun. It was for this reason they looked like school children as they swatted at each other as if beating off invisible mosquitos. When Chris told them to knock it off she relinquished, settling back into her seat with a faux-disgruntled expression. It quickly twisted into a smirk as she glanced at Wilson.
Wilson did a great job of acting the stern Captain, truth be told she knew he had that side to him, but normally around a table of triad it didn’t reveal itself. No one was about to stop him though, it was far too amusing to watch. Every new kid who joined the Hyperion got hazed. Frak, even Sam had been hazed. She had survived easily and even retaliated against some. She could throw back just as much as she could take.
Sam glanced around the table. Other than Wilson she really admired Helios and Griffin. They were perhaps the two pilots whose technique and skill paralleled her own. Of course they had been doing it longer. She was still green in comparison but no less talented, instead hers was a raw talent, something that could still use a bit of refining in certain areas. Sam was a think-outside-the-box kind of pilot, frak, outside-the-box was where she lived. There were a few similarities however between the pilots. Like Phaeton she didn’t tend to brag about her particular gift though, as much as she enjoyed a good joke around. Hers was something she was born with, an innate yearning to fly and soar among the stars. There was nothing like it and she could never think of anything she would ever want to do besides flying. To be unable to do so would be worse than death to her.
This was what ran through her head as Cronus dealt another hand to everyone, including those who had just joined. It was then that she noticed Vik who had sat down and greeted the new kid, what was his name Leon? She nodded a gesture of greeting toward Vik. The blonde thought the other girl was alright. She was all business and seemed married to the job but she respected that. It wasn’t like Samantha was much different when you got down deep. Flying was her life, it was everything to her. She lived, breathed and ate it every day, all day. Being a viper pilot was everything she had. Sure, she had family back home on Saggitaron but there was a lot of complications that accompanied her family. The daughter of a once traitor, a dairy farmer, and the sister to rather boring siblings, and let’s not forget the reason her brother died. No one knew about that though. Not a soul on this ship knew her little brother had ever existed. To them she was the youngest of three and it would stay that way for a very long time, perhaps even, forever.
Sam had been reclining in her chair with the feline prowess only she could compose in such a position. Her legs spread wide like that of a man and her lips curled around the cigar in her mouth, and yet there was something very womanish about her. She took the new hand she had been dealt, her hazel eyes reflecting the flickering embers of her cigar as she scanned the cards without reorganizing them. She caught Tyler from her periphery trying to lean over and glance at her cards. She pulled them closer to her chest. “Mind your own cards Griff,” she said removing her cigar and blowing smoke rings in his face. She laughed a little and then sat back in her chair. “Alright Ty, since you swear that I didn’t let you bet, why don’t you go first princess,” she added cheekily, that irresistible smirk plastered on her face.
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Tyler Tremaine
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37 Years Old Lieutenant Caprica Native
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Post by Tyler Tremaine on Jul 25, 2013 22:48:51 GMT -5
“Mind your own cards Griff,” she said removing her cigar and blowing smoke rings in his face. She laughed a little and then sat back in her chair. “Alright Ty, since you swear that I didn’t let you bet, why don’t you go first princess,” Ty smiled at her, and her smoke rings had little effect, as he blew his own right back at her. "Lemme check around, make sure this is goin ma way first."
Tyler kept his mouth shut, and his "Triad Face" on right up till Striker dropped the 'hairless chest' bomb. He couldn't help it. That shit was funny. "Hairless chest! HAA!" He laughed with his obnoxiously loud humor. Then Striker diverted some of his attention to Ty and Sam, to which he gracefully, and with all humility replied, "Touch ma cubits and I'll break your face..." Then about two seconds later, the C-bucks came back up, and the admonishment of the game, Tyler watched with a pleasant smile as he saw Cronus' face twitch at the mention of his precious Bulls gettin the tar beat outta them. Saturday was a bitch... for Tauron anyways. They were out of the playoffs.
Then Striker switched gears again, going back to the rook, which Ty was all for. It was good for rooks. Made them work for approval, rather than just being given it. Somehow, in this sarcasticaly fraked up life, earned is more valued than given. Ty wished many times that it wasn't so, but... it is what it is, and Striker had earned all their respect, including Ty's. Hell, even Vik, who practically hated him, still respected him. Striker laid it out nice and thick, "You got it Cap." It was nice to see Striker riding an ass that didn't have Vik's face for a change too, off the point. He made her a silent toast with Chris' super whiskey as she sat down across from him, but Striker brought Tyler's laughter out as he railed on, and Tyler snorted half of it quietly through his nose. He kept it down low, but it wasn't as funny as it should have been, with the burning sensation of hot alcohol in his nostrils. Still, to call him out on the the 'White tiger" remark now...
Dizzy certainly didn't disappoint, he fought every inch of the way, as any Hawk worth his salt should. It was just as it should be. The Cap continued to lay it on, and Ty just sat back to watch the show, in the mean time, dropping three cubits on the table, and looking to Sam, setting his elbow on her ... inner elbow? Is there even a name for that? Any way, thats where he put it, and then he smiled at her politely, and winked as he puffed on his stogie. Quietly he added just to her, "Your up slim' sexy."
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Chris Wilson
Viper Pilot
33 Years Old Captain Aerilon Native
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Post by Chris Wilson on Jul 29, 2013 1:09:17 GMT -5
Chris listened a bit as the Rook spoke and everyone else in the room took their turn to chime in or play like was custom for the squad. He had given the rook enough trouble for now it was time to get down to business.
Chris looked down at the next set of cards he had been handed his hand much better then the last one. "Alright rook we got business to attend to. You see there is this this new squad on the ship and they need a formal introduction to the Hyperion." Chris pulled a few cubits from his pocket and set them on the table ready to raise the stakes when he got a good impression of the others.
"Seeing as you don't know anyone on the ship yet I was thinking it would be a good chance for you to get to know your squad and maybe a few other select people on the ship." Chris said to the rook as he watched on. They would have to get to work soon, after a few hands.
His attention turned to Ty. "Griff I need you to put that mug of yours to good use, I need you at some point tonight to secure som white paint for a little entertainment tonight." Then he switched to Samantha. "Nova, I was hoping you would be able to clear the boys from the Albino Puss den when we are ready." All she would have to do is walk in and say she needed help and that bounch of school boys would be at her call.
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Tyler Tremaine
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37 Years Old Lieutenant Caprica Native
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Post by Tyler Tremaine on Jul 30, 2013 13:03:03 GMT -5
Tyler listened to the Cap give out his orders, and gave his affirmation to his own role in this covert op. "You got it Top." It would be fun to get in on the action with Dizzy here, and go have some laughs at the expense of the new squadron. He had to hand it to Striker, the man thought on his feet, and he thought well. It was hard not to like him. And by partisan, it was hard not to like his schemes. Tyler and Wilson saw eye to eye on things like this, and he was more than willing to go get some paint.
Quietly, he nudged Viktoriya's shin under the table, and nodded to her. He mouthed the words, You and me on that, tonight, to her, and ran his finger back and forth between them to further signify his meaning. He hoped that she'd accept his proposal. She was another of the group who deliberately separated herself from the family. And it was too bad, as her skill in a Viper actually made her the first real contender for "Top Kid" that the Hyperion had as of yet, truly seen. She just needed time to prove it, that was all. There were others, Kosta as well, Wilson, Samantha... hades, even himself. But Vik had the raw determination that only Phethean displayed. Ty was confident that she had it in her to be the next Razor, all she needed, was to break that outer wall of self hate. And when she did, Ty would be there to embrace the victory with her.
He looked back to Samantha again, and elbowed her arm, pushing her hand towards the table, and peeking at her cards again....
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Samantha Casey
Viper Pilot
27 Years Old Lieutenant JG Sagittaron Native
[brw1796|militaryapps]
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Post by Samantha Casey on Jul 30, 2013 22:28:32 GMT -5
Samantha chuckled, watching Tyler snort his whiskey. “Having a good time there mate?” she nudged him in the ribs playfully. The blonde observed as Chris gave the Rook the usual welcoming advice. Leon, as she was determined to call Samuel Lion for a while at least seemed to be taking it pretty well considering. He was taking it the way a Hawk should, fighting back with every measure of dignity he could.
Suddenly she felt something touch her inner arm and looked down to see Tyler’s elbow resting in the crook of her own. She shoved it off with a little chuckle and removed her cigar from her mouth with one hand while her other held her cards, she blew another cloud of smoke in Ty’s general direction. “Thanks Griff,” she replied smirked at her given nickname slim’ sexy. She found it amusing. Sam and Ty were good friends. They fought almost as much as they laughed together. It was a strong bond, one neither could really explain, at least Sam couldn’t, but was silently understood nonetheless. Sam admired Tyler really, not that she would ever tell him that of course. His head was already big enough.
“I’ll see your bet,” she said throwing down three cubits. Her hazel eyes were averted from the shiny cubits on the table when Chris directed his attention to her. “Sure thing Captain,” she replied her cigar between her lips once more. She took a long drag on her cigar and then tilted her chin upwards, made a small ‘O’ shape with her lips and slowly exhaled the smoke sending it towards the ceiling over everyone’s heads. She watched the smoke swirl and dance on the ceiling before taking another drag on her cigar. This time she blew smoke rings into the center of the table. She was reveling in that warm rich feeling the cigar gave her insides when Tyler distracted her once more from the smoke that was quickly enveloping her. “Stop trying to look at my cards you ornery piece of…” she began to curse her words trailed off as her physical assault took all the attention, swatting at him again, she made to punch him in the arm. She was fairly ready to put him into another headlock but decided against it. The children needed to behave in front of the Rook, what was his name again, Leon? She settled back into her chair holding her cards closer to her chest and gave Tyler a faux-glare, but she couldn’t hold the serious expression for long and quickly erupted into laughter. “Oi Vik, you’re up,” she told the girl across the table who was seated beside Chris as she blew a few more smoke rings. Samantha was really going to have to quit this one day…she looked at the cigar in her hand, grinned, then stuck it back in her mouth between her teeth…one day.
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Post by Viktoriya Gilyov on Jul 30, 2013 23:31:18 GMT -5
Hazing new recruits was a ritual that Fox had never taken part in. She never caused them trouble, never really said a word about it, but she'd opted out. Her failure to take part in a prank of her own had set the tone between herself and Captain Striker, and she'd kept her distance ever since. Fox was, in essence, the odd man out on their squadron. The one exception to that was Cronus, whom she talked to at length about most things. Cronus was related to a pilot aboard the Patrolstar Achilles – where Vik had been transferred from several years ago. Being segregated wasn't exactly a point of pride with her, but it wasn't something she was overly concerned with. She did her job, and she did it to the best of her ability. In her opinion, she pretty well held her own. She was aware of the disconnect, though... that she wasn't quite in the fold, and hadn't been for a very long time. It was something, in truth, that she'd have liked to fix... but she really didn't know how. Couple that fact with Striker's one-on-one meetings with her... and it seemed pretty well impossible.
She called, laying down her cubits and looking over her cards stoicly. She didn't have shit. But, she had a good Triad face. Hades, she had a good stoic look for everything. Your cards suck. Stoic. Captain Striker's here. Stoic. Your hair's on fire! Stoic with smoke. Vik was accustomed to looking the part of a professional, and she was in control of her expressions in the same way. She could be very good at bluffing, and that tended to be why she liked cards so much... it was an excellent occasion to basically practice lying.
When Griff nudged her, she glanced up at him. You and me on that, tonight. She tilted her head a little, narrowing her eyes slightly and smiling in spite of herself. Viktoriya was separated from them all... present, to a point, and absent, to a point. She liked Griff, he was like a segway between herself and Striker – a professional with a wild streak about a mile wide. He managed to do that without having any of Striker's... well, malice. Then again, Vik's relationship with Striker was... different. Still, there was something familiar about Griff, something almost warm. At his invitation, she might well consider it.
Maybe. She mouthed it back, still smiling as she settled back into shuffling her few cards in her hand. She gave that hand the same smile she'd given Griffin though, reiterating.... her hand sucked like Striker in his fraternity days. She liked thinking snarky things about her Captain. It had helped her cope with him over the years, and allowed her to feel more than a bit vindicated.
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Samuel Lion
Viper Pilot
29 Years Old Lieutenant JG Leonis Native
[brw1779|militaryapps]Fade to Bagel!
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Post by Samuel Lion on Jul 31, 2013 4:24:32 GMT -5
Samuel was taking everything in. He knew hazing was well just part of it but he feared that things wouldn't let up. That yet again he was not going to be part of the "family" just some outsider hot shot looking to make a name for himself. there was some truth to that but Samuel wanted to belong to the squad he was in. From the way they all got along it seemed to be a rag tag group, most of the time those where the best pilots to fly with. Samuel was loose on the ground but when he flew he tightened up and became business.
When Griffin made a remark about his chest he just glanced over at him and thought ' You only wish your body was pretty enough to shave old man' part of him wanted to say it allowed but being first impressions and all he let it slide.
Samuel was unsure about what needed to be done. He knew it was some kind of test but he didn't have the right answer. The fact that he knew he had a fifty fifty chance of just failing at his first impression drove him crazy. On one hand he could decided to go along with it. That could label him as a loose cannon or worse a yes man. then he could also say no. If they where pranksters and this was a way for him to become part of the family, well then this tour would be hades for him. He looked at Chris he slightly raised his right eyebrow and said. "Well frak Captain you sure do know how to back your rook" he had an overly sarcastic tone when he said rook. "into a corner. well lets see what this squad is made of, I'm up for what ever you can throw at me." His statement may have been a little cock but he figured what the hell go balls deep. Then Samantha said she was in and puffed on her cigar. Samuel smiled took a drag of his cigar, exhaled and then held his cigar with his teeth and said "Oh sweetie i know you can open your mouth wider then that." He said to Samantha with a laugh. IF he wasn't going to be welcomed in this would be the time and you need to get your shots in when you can.
then Samuel looked down at his cards. ' well frak this has to be the sorriest excuse for a hand i have ever seen.' It was the worst possible hand. There would be no way for him to recover it and it showed all over his face. He was able to have a triad face when he needed but this hand was just to awful to even try.
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Chris Wilson
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33 Years Old Captain Aerilon Native
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Post by Chris Wilson on Jul 31, 2013 20:57:48 GMT -5
Chris laid out his hand, again nothing that was going to win the hand but at least it wasn't as sad of a showing as the last one. "Frak this game I can't afford to keep paying you guys for cheatin." He tossed his cards in the middle and leaned back in his chair smokin his cigar a little more while the rest of them screwed around. Not that Chris would ever admit it but it was good to have his little family back with him.
"Nove get the rest of the quarters together and were going to get ready for this little op." He said as he grabbed the bottle and took another shot off it. A smile came across his face as he looked over to Samuel. "And Rook make sure you don't mess this up."
Chris always had big plans to bring in the new crew, an he remember ever single one of them. This by no means was the grandest of them all but it sure was going to be loads of fun. Drake had become accustomed to dealing with Chris on his pranks in fact many times he had actually taken a moment to laugh about it even talked to Chris about them before and had a laugh with him. This of course required a bit destruction of property. If nothing else it would be interesting to say the least.
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Tyler Tremaine
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37 Years Old Lieutenant Caprica Native
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Post by Tyler Tremaine on Jul 31, 2013 23:58:06 GMT -5
Ty had two up, and it wasn't winning anything. Well, money earned is money... well. Apparently it was gold coins in a dark hole. Certainly wasn't multiplying with Nova at the table. Frakker was some kind of self-luck charm. He tossed his hand down, and then stood unceremoniously up. "Well boss," he said looking to Striker, "I think I know where to find us some paint that will stand out. May be a night op, but no reason not to use some night paint... Fluorescent blue from the deck gang should do..." He marveled at how quickly he'd put that little rhyme together. Ty took his shot glass from the table, and set it down in the middle, then took Sam, and New Sam's and filled them all, as they were the only three at the table empty, and set them back to their prospective owners. He picked his shot glass up suddenly very serious, and toasted towards the bulkheads, then to Dizzy, then to Striker, then to the table. "Here's to the Hyperion, may she never fail her mission. To our new squadmate, may you soon become our brother. To our imperious leader. May you they never clip your wings," He recited his age old toast. Tyler looked around the table, and nodded his head, then lifted his glass one last time, "Gerákiaskiá gia ti̱ zo̱í̱," And drank. He looked Sam right in his eyes. "Before this night is over kid, you'll taste the meaning of that. When you earn your patch, you'll know the honor in it. When you tell your stories, you'll know the pride of it. And when we go to battle, you'll know the truth..." He kept eye contact with Samuel Lion for a moment, then set his glass down on the table, upside down. He broke the mood back up a bit, and joked towards Nova, "We have a mission. Let's get too it, before someone passes out naked," He leaned down close to Samantha, and whispered directly in her ear, "Not that anyone remembers that... Just keep it in mind," He said teasing her, "I can still do more for you than any of these little goslings... You'll think Nova...." He waited for her to inevitably turn her head and look at him, then he winked at her. And with that, Tyler left the room... (((OOC: Gerákiaskiá gia ti̱ zo̱í̱ means Shadowhawks for life.)))
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Phaethon Kosta
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33 Years Old Lieutenant Caprica Native
[brw92|militaryapps]The Son of Hyperion
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Post by Phaethon Kosta on Aug 8, 2013 18:38:20 GMT -5
The simple question about who the new pilot was ended up just further driving Chris into a little tirade. The hazing was natural, not that Phaethon was particularly fond of it. The hazing and the pranks were certainly a bonding experience that further built that atmosphere of family, but there were probably nicer ways to go about forming brotherhood, right? A soft heart. Maybe that's why Phaethon wasn't cut out to be a leader... well one of several reasons.
Just about at that moment the very example of Chris' methods not working walked in. After three years, Chris was still riding her like the new guy and it certainly wasn't because she lacked skill and didn't perform well on duty. It was a mystery as to why Chris persisted against her so hard and also why Vik resisted him so much. She had her loyalties to the squadron and never ratted them out or nothing, but she occupied more of a role of observer to the group than participant.
Vik had that streak in her, like Phaethon, that didn't exactly approve with some of the mean-spirited things that occurred, but the two diverged greatly on what seemed to be the bigger issue. While Phaethon was as lax as Chris when it came to the rulebook and protocols, Viktoriya was about as straight edge as they came. It really was a wonder she hadn't reported them all, or at least Chris, for one thing or another.
Vik soon joined them at the table which drew Helios back to the cards in his hands. Three Up, Princes. It wasn't the strongest of hands, but he probably had most of the others beat. He fished in his pocket and tossed the few cubits in when it was his turn. Unfortunately, it seemed that Chris was already finished. Disappointment in the early end prompted Phaethon to suggest, "We could always just break into your locker and get it that way." The statement was all the funnier to those who knew how out of character it would be for Phaethon... for some of the others though, maybe Chris was worried about the ideas he was putting in their heads. "That hefty captain's pay needs to be spread around the squad after all."
Unfortunately it seemed even with the jokes, it was already decided to begin preparations for the recently announced initiation prank. Phaethon pounded the table twice to Tyler's toast, not having a glass to raise in toast. With Tyler on his mission, Phaethon looked back to Chris. There was more going on in that head than just the two assignments he'd announced. This was a squadron-wide project after all. Surely Helios would be tasked by Striker with something, big or small.
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Samuel Lion
Viper Pilot
29 Years Old Lieutenant JG Leonis Native
[brw1779|militaryapps]Fade to Bagel!
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Post by Samuel Lion on Aug 10, 2013 4:16:42 GMT -5
As the round of betting came to Samuel he simple threw his cards into the pile, they where a mess and there was no saving them. Kosta made a few remarks about Chris which put a smile on Samuel's face. He knew that hazing was just a part of it but it was nice that someone else was getting the attention.
Then Tyler made his toast Samuel raised his glass and nodded to Ty after he was done then he added " So say we all. To the family and may we all remember Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is dangerous. May the enemy never be on your six and your tank never run dry." . His words where a pilot rule he remembered from flight school. After the toast was complete Samuel took his shot.
After ty left the room he looked to Vik. "How are you doing tonight?" she had said a general hello to everyone but looked towards Samuel when she said it. Samuel was to wrapped up in his berating from Chris to notice much else. He was thinking that the Hyperion was going to be no different from the Hephaestus. After everything had settled down and Onas made his toast Samuel felt more at ease with his new home and his new squad.
((P.S. VIK VIK VIK VIK hello hello hello oh and some more VIK VIK VIK and then lets throw in some KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA. Now try saying i don't mention yall in posts psh.)))
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