Post by Brutus "The Hammer" Sack on Apr 9, 2009 23:16:45 GMT -8
Brutus was a man of few words so as he walked he didn't really talk to anyone other then returning a few salutes here and there as he walked the various hallways. After the CO had taken over the CIC he had gotten a bottle of fine whiskey that was supposed to be his retirement gift to himself but since he had no reason to retire he had opened it and started drinking it. Since the end of the colonies he had been pouring it into his personal silver flask that had been his father before he had died in the first cylon war.
As he walked he kept taking sips of the whiskey thinking of all of his friends that had died. All of his old marine buddies and the woman that he had been seeing back on Caprica 'I finally thought I had found that special woman' he thought as he took another sip of the expansive whiskey. He smiled as the alcohol burned down his throat. Finally he found a corridor that no was in and he sat down thinking of how it all went wrong. Brutus didn't like to show weakness so he needed a place to be alone.
As he sat thinking of all the dead people on the colonies a single tear came down his cheek. This was a rarity for Brutus as he hadn't shed a tear since the day he had found out his mother had been killed in a cylon offensive. Then the thoughts of his friends went to his own failure 'I should have been there, I could have done something to stop this, I never should have left fleet intelligence this is all my fault' were the thoughts that now flooded his mind. That's when he heard someone coming down the corridor, he wiped the tear away quickly, put the flask away, and put a stern look on his face as he waited for the person to approach.