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Post by Jorge Silva on Mar 12, 2012 10:25:04 GMT -5
Jorge and the others were confined to the berth during the transit jump. It wasn't so bad he'd gotten so used to it over the years that he didn't have that feeling of nasua that some people did with experiencing it. The berth was a usual berth nothing new here. Although he and the others hadn't been told where they were going at this moment. "So where does everyone think we're heading." he asked them.
OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm doing a lot of HW at the moment.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Oct 5, 2012 10:08:12 GMT -5
A few hours after Silva had been to the medical bay, he decided to go to the infantry berth. Mainly because he was tired. After getting treated for his leg wound in which he was told to keep off his leg for a week and given a small cane Silva decided that maybe it would be time to relax. After all everyone else was probably doing something similar. He went over towards his small personal locker and opened it up, giving him an option of some personal clothes.
He took off his standard T shirt and pants. Folding them and placing them inside his locker, he changed putting on a casual dress and pants. After putting on his clothes, Silva walked over to his bed and sat down in it. Looking up at the ceiling, he suddenly remembered that the Sol System race was about to start in fifteen minutes! He quickly grabbed his cane and started to walk outside the door. If he remembered correctly ISSN , InterStellar Sports Network would be broadcasting the race from the start of the race which started near Venus and ended near Mars. He watched it every year, never missing one. His sister Isabella who lived on the planet Rahdron in the Merriwater system was also no doubt tuning in today. It was a five day event with many people watching just to relax and enjoy a few nice days without worrying about work. It was the most viewed program next to the Republican Address by the speaker and the laser ball championship.
He left the enlisted berth in a hurry.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Jun 4, 2013 23:05:18 GMT -5
Collapsing on the soft bed felt very comfortable at the moment he got in the berth. He was out of his armor and hadn't taken off his off duty shirt or jacket yet. It felt great. Being out of his armor was a comfort at the moment. His eyes were heavy he'd been up since 0400 but strangely didn't feel the need to go to sleep. Was it because of the post adrenaline rush? Or was there something that was bothering him. He felt compelled to do something....but what? Then he suddenly remembered that he owed his older sister some credits....over 500 credits that was, not 5000 like she had claimed.
Getting up he straightened himself out and went to the small screen. Each bed had it's own built in computer for personal use. The Navy had downgraded three years ago to have it's personal aboard starships to use computers for letters and calling. Call someone? Yeah right! Calling someone from the frontline took weeks, unless the person you were calling was on the ship or on another ship inside the same star system. But sending packages still required a mail room. other then that, it was all done from your personal computer...not that the military didn't scan it. The military always scanned electronic letters to black out messages regarding military operations.
Silva went to his personal bank account and transferred 500 credits into Isabella, his older sister, account. She won the bet, but that didn't mean that she'd win again. After all next year he'd pay her back. Jorge spent the next few hours surfing the space net, looking up sport topics keeping himself updated with his favorite teams. Turning off the computer he got his personal toiletries and headed for one of the showers to wash himself down......As the water ran over him he closed his eyes and flashed back to that dreadful day being evaced out of his dorm when the virus hit...so many body bags were in the street, and they were all on fire, corposes were everywhere before he was taken into one of the army APC's. He felt sick and groaned, trying not to remember it. He thought about his sister to take away the pain from that memory. He hoped that whatever she was doing that she was safe. Hopefully the ARM would be finished on this god for saken rock called a planet!
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