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February 6, 1999, Continued.
What am I doing?
Shortly after my arrival, Commander Snow invited myself and my family to dinner. I arranged a time and she a place. Vinellies, Italian. A Corporal drove us out to the apartment the military had put Sarah and Marcus up in. I was pleased to see that the Corporal was Kovacs, the same soldier that had spent most of a week hunting us down. Perhaps a transfer to where the action is was his reward for his hard work.
This is where things got a little awkward. Commander Snow didn't know about Catherine. Or, rather, she knew there was a Mrs. Gableman, but didn't know that the last time I saw her, she was so cold, her body torn and burning, wrapped around-
NO! I WON'T SAY IT! NOT HERE!!
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Ahem. I'll have to edit that out later. Anyway, she thought Sarah was my wife. So I had to explain that she was my sister, and my wife and her husband had died in LA. Unfortunately, this put a damper on the evening for Sarah. She was quiet and just picked at her food all night.
Fortunately, where Sarah was silent, the Commander filled in the gaps. She talked endlessly about her command, speaking softly but with a fierce pride in her people. You could practically see flames dancing malevolently behind her eyes.
In between the food and conversation, she found time for Marcus. I've been worried about him. He's got Sarah to take care of him, but she's in just as bad of shape. Sarah says he hardly talks to anyone but her and me.
Anya got him talking though. And he kept talking. And talking. And talking. He talked about what he remembered of the attack, the battles, the chases through the streets, Catherine, the Callista, and those bloody dolphins he's always going on to me about. Quite the imagination my son has. Dolphin's scared of the aliens with their songs, daddy! Heh.
I was going to try to get him onto some other topics, but she kept listening, and asking questions. Even about the damned dolphins. She kept him going until, all tuckered out, he passed out in his spaghetti. Sarah tells me he's sleeping better tonight than he has in the past week.
I... take back everything I said before. Commander Anya Snow is a Lady. The kind of Lady men will willingly follow into the very bowels of Hell, with full expectation that their Valkyrie would get them back out with their dread deed complete.
Huh. Where the hell did that come from? I... think I'll delete that too. It bothers me a little.
Anyway, I was going to excuse us, but Sarah volunteered to have Corporal Kovacs take them back to the apartment. Kovacs agreed, and he even carried Marcus to the car for Sarah. Good man, that Kovacs.
Commander Snow and I finished the rest of the meal in silence, waiting for Kovacs to return. When he did, we rode back to the base. I wished her good night, and as I turned to head back to my quarters, I felt an iron vice clamp on to my right forearm. I turned, and she tightened her grip. The fire was back, dancing gleefully behind those eyes. She then ordered me, with all the terrible force of a hurricane.
"Save her."
I.
I think I need to delete this log.
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-at do you mean, "There's no delete function"!? For godsake man, why!?
"Posterity"!? Here's an idea, how about we preserve my shoe, up your posterior!? What the hell, do you really think we need to preserve everything that gets recorded!? That's idiotic! Future peoples don't need to hear some soldier recording his sexual conquests or something, like some twisted Vagina Monologues from hell, do they!? I mean- OH DAMMIT!
YES! I TURNED THE DAMNED THING BACK ON!! WHERE'S THAT [redacted]ING BUTTON, I'LL-
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Let's play a game. Because it amuses me, I'm going to be hiding references to other peoples work in some of my posts. I've already done one, and it should be fairly obvious. I have another lurking, but I haven't posted enough information for anyone to get it. Hint: Someone who doesn't yet have a revealed last name holds the key.
Also, Richard has a deep, dark secret. And soon, people will be in each others heads. And naturally, Richard will want to be a part of that. I imagine he'll volunteer to test the psy-amp technology. Which means his deep, dark secret will probably become known to someone, eventually.
Have fun guessing at what it is before I reveal it!
