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Post by brockdantura on Mar 21, 2007 15:35:23 GMT -5
::Brock was glad that Kay was enjoying his music. It was very precious to him and she was right, it was a great means of therapy. Even though he played a lot for Shian and a lot of his songs would now remind him of her, he would not abondon it. It was his before her and it would continue to be his always.::
I'm glad you're enjoying it, Kay. This one's called "War of man"
The little creatures run in from the cold Back to the nest just like the days of old There in the safety of a mother's arms The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
Ears ringin' from the battle fire The tired warrior aims a little higher The black falcon or the little sparrow The healing light or the flash of the barrel.
No one wins It's a war of man, No one wins It's a war of man.
Silver mane flyin' in the wind Down through the planets on the run again No one knows where they're runnin' to But every kind is comin' two by two.
Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound The daddy's runnin' on the frozen ground Can't smell the poison as it follows him Can't see the gas and machines, it's a war of man.
No one wins It's a war of man, No one wins It's a war of man.
The windows open and the little girl dreams The sky's her playground as she mounts her steed Across the heavens to the other side On wings of magic does the little girl ride.
The baby creatures run in from the cold Back to the nest just like the days of old There in the safety of a mother's arms The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
No one wins It's a war of man, No one wins It's a war of man, No one wins.
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Post by makayal on Mar 21, 2007 16:14:26 GMT -5
::She smiled at him again. She couldn’t help during the song when a couple tears fell down her cheeks. She wiped them away, hoping that he didn’t notice. That song hit home for her in a variety of ways, some that were closely guarded secrets. She ducked her head a bit afraid that more tears would surface from the memories that the song unearthed for her. She managed to say one thing though.::
That was beau....very nice Brock. Thank you.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 21, 2007 17:22:01 GMT -5
::Brock could see that Kay was hiding tears. He put the guitar down and reached over to brush her hair aside.::
C'mon now, I don't sing that badly do I? ::He tried to get her to smile::
Kay? what's the matter? It looks like maybe you need to talk about something. If you don't want to, It's ok, and I can't promise you solutions but I'll listen to you
::He sat back and watched her, concerned::
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Post by makayal on Mar 21, 2007 20:09:42 GMT -5
::She looks over at him when her moves her hair, a small smile creeping out. Her eyes still seem sad although she tries hard to disguise it. ::
You are a wonderful singer Brock…The song just brought back a lot of memories for me, that’s all. I’m fine.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 21, 2007 22:08:36 GMT -5
::He nods to her:: I understand that. That's what songs are for, Kay. They hold memories for us. They hold our feelings, our emotions, Our loves and hates, our hopes and dreams.
A lot of these songs I played for Shian. I will never again be able to sing them without thinking of her. But I won't abandon those songs. I won't let what happened make me afraid of my music. It's part of what I am. This is a song that I used to "Woo" Shian when we were courting. It's one of my favorites and I won;t give it up, but I will never be able to play it without thinking of her, ever again. ::He starts the song::us.video.aol.com/video.full.adp?pls=music.archive.483740.All.sort&start=3&startid=1425974So lately been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone, you'll need love To light the shadows on your face If a greater wave shall fall It'll fall upon us all With those dreams that are set in stone Could you make it on your own
If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low I'll go wherever you will go
And maybe I'll find out A way to make it back someday To watch you, to guide you Through the darkest of your days If a greater wave shall fall And fall upon us all Then I hope there's someone out there Who can bring me back to you
If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low I'll go wherever you will go
Run away with my heart Run away with my love Run away with my hope
I know now just quite how My life and love might still go on In your heart, in your mind I'll stay with you for all of time
If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low I'll go wherever you will go If I could turn back time I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine I'll go wherever you will go wherever you will go
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Post by makayal on Mar 21, 2007 22:42:58 GMT -5
::She watches him play, glad that even though the song was dear to him and Shian’s relationship, he’s not going to let it die. She knows that some day he will find a woman that won’t stray away from him, for anything.::
I can see how any woman would absolutely love that song Brock. I’m certain that someone will come along to bring you two together again, maybe not in the same way you were before, but I’m certain in friendship. In the mean time, I, Admiral Salas, and everyone else will always be here for you, for as long as you need us.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 23, 2007 12:43:42 GMT -5
Well, ::Brock began as put down the guitar:: I can't count on that. I think that maybe this is a sign to show that the the only think I can count on right now is me, and some very good friends and supports like the ones you just mentioned.
And Kay, something just dawned on me. You know I once thought that I was guided by the stars to leave Stratos and find my destiny. Ithought I had. I thought that destiny was Shian, but what I'm realizing is that people may lie, or fall short of their commitments, But I don't think the stars lie.
I'm beginning to believe that my destiny is still waiting for me out there. At one time, I thought it was Col Tasera, then I thought it was Shian. Now I'm beginning to think that there must be another.
::He stood and walked over to the port in his quarters, leaned against the wall, staring into the stars.::
It's out there, Kay. She's still out there somewhere.
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Post by makayal on Mar 23, 2007 12:57:38 GMT -5
::She listened to him, saying nothing as he walked to look out the window. She didn’t move an inch just remained where she was and watched him.::
I think that there is a new destiny waiting for you Brock. The old one might have been Shian but when one door closes, another one opens. Sometimes the best relationships start out as friendships Brock. Keep your options open you never know what the stars might have planned for you.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 23, 2007 13:57:39 GMT -5
::He nodded.:: And this time I'm going to make sure it's the right door I go through.
I don't know about you, Kay but I'm getting hungry. I told Ryza I'd meet her for breakfast before Duty shift this morning.
Come join us. I could certainly use the company.
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Post by makayal on Mar 23, 2007 14:08:25 GMT -5
That’s awfully sweet of you Brock. I think I will join you- if Ryza doesn’t mind. I’ll meet you guys there though; I need to do a few things first.
See you there Brock, take care.
::With that, she excused herself and hurried on back to her own quarters.::
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 26, 2007 19:08:19 GMT -5
::Brock had spend the major part of his off duty hours working on redecorating. All of this things were out of storage and the place was feeling more and more like home all the time.::
::He had one wall adorned now with his prize collection of Katanas. One of which was from Earth's 19th century and was given him by his late Sensei, Miyamoto Musashi, who traced his own lineage back to the famous Ronin of Feudal Japan.::
::Next to the swords was a small collection of Kasumi Gara, hanging with the sicle blade on one end and the wieghted spiked metal ball at the other, the chain streatching across the two hooks for each one. There was also a collection of ornate shuriken made from various artisans on Stratos.::
::The next section he began to put up his collction of tournament trophies. He stood back a moment to look at each one as he placed them on the clear plexi shelving. Stratos Grand Champion four years running. Sector Grand Champion-two consecutive years Starfleet Cadet freestyle champion-4 years He had also been made Asst instructor in all of his hand to hand classes since he started the Academy. He had recieved an award for that as well.::
::Then there was his collection of Morte'. The tool a Troglyte used to sift Zenite from the surface and caves of Ardana. Some of them were centuries old, and many had been in his family for generations. Some were the ones that he used himself since he was a boy working in the mines. Even though his parents were overseers he still worked and by the time he was 11 years old, was fixing power relays and antigrav units.::
There was also a large painting of Stratos made by a famous Ardanan artist, statuettes and all types of pieces of art form there. Stratos was a haven for art, music, poetry, literature. He began to surround himself with his home and found that he was beginning to like his quarters.::
::He decided to take a break and start dinner for himself, still preferring his own cooking.::
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Post by alex on Mar 26, 2007 19:16:08 GMT -5
He knew it was dinner time possible for the young man who he met on the Concord but all the same he felt the need to visit him. He had heard about the wedding and had heard about the divorce. It's almost worse to go through a divorce then lose one's treasured mate to death. So he thought perhaps the young man could use an old barn owl hooting at him for a while to perhaps continue rolling down the path of healing that he is sure the young man was on already.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 26, 2007 19:46:57 GMT -5
::Brock was starting dinner when he heard the door buzzer sound::
Come ::He replied and waited to see who might be coming by::
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Post by alex on Mar 26, 2007 19:51:19 GMT -5
He came wandering into the room looking around a bit.
Well I do hope I'm not disturbing you young man on your off duty hours but I thought that a visit from an old hoot like me might raise your spirits up a bit.
He put a big old smile on his face as he looked at the young man.
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Post by brockdantura on Mar 26, 2007 20:05:31 GMT -5
::Brock's face lit up a bit form the Bolian's smile. he remembered the time back in the Concord Engine room when they got drunk and sang songs together.::
Alex! ::Brock came around the table where he had been prepareing food::
C'mon in! How are you? ::He smacked the side of the Bolian's arm playfully.::
Have you eaten yet? I was just putting an Emu steak on, I'll be happy to throw one on for you, it's no trouble at all.
::He brought another fresh steak out of the modified replicator, Then took out a bottle of old Scotch and some glasses.::
I've been doing a little redecorating around here. Tell me, what do you think?
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