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Posted on Wed Jun 25th, 2014 @ 3:37pm by Samanthia Akiashiro
Edited on on Mon Jul 28th, 2014 @ 10:00am

Mission: Insecurities
Location: Deck 1403 "Akiashiro Level" Samanthia's Apartment

Deck 1403 Akiashiro Deck // Samanthia’s Apartment

Samanthia returned to her apartment with her purchases. She sighed softly as the place was quiet, except for the soft music that she loved to listen to played softly. She looked around her common room, liking the way she had decorated it. Yet it missed something. She enjoyed having the two travelers who had spent time with her own apartment. She missed them as they liven up her apartment.

She was a social creature as most humans are. Seeing the smiling handsome man in fleet engineering uniform smiling, she felt the sharp pangs of loneliness overwhelm her. Eyes moved on to the next set of pictures, her 5 year old twins who will never see adulthood. She dropped her packages unopened on the nearest chair and moved over to the pictures, running her finger tips softly over the little girl's faces as if they was there with her.

:: Flashback :: Star Base 12

... "Momma!" came the chorus of two five year old girls wearing the matching outfits of different color ribbons in their hair, come running up to her with their dolls in one hand and the latest stick figure family picture with plants around them. "We drew the Obi-tree-um!"

The girls rising up as she kneeled to be at their level, gently taking the pictures to "oooooo" and "awww" over them, seeing the delight light up their young faces.

"What's this? More girl secrets?" A masculine voice filled the air as all three of them to face the towering man in gold and black with smudges of soot and grime from crawling through some maintenance access conduit.

"DADDY!" The twins would screech in their little girl's voices, snatching one picture from her hand and scampering over to their daddy.

"How are my two little munchkins princesses?" Speaking as he squatted as he spread his arms to catch them in a hug to lift them off the floor.

"We's fine." "Look daddy! Our time in the Obi-tree-um!" One of the twins shoved the picture at him while holding onto the open uniform jacket, one on each side of him.

He smiled warmly, no matter how tired he was as he beamed at them, admiring their handiwork, while striding over to her. Coming close to her, he leaned towards her to the sounds of "Oh ho! Mushy stuff!" in mock disgust as they kissed with her trying to hug all three of them at once...

Current:: Samanthia's Apartment

Samanthia turned abruptly away from the picture, swiping at the wetness around her eyes as she walked hurriedly to her packages and picking them up on her way to the bedroom. She tosses the packages onto the bed and opens them up, laying out the new dresses she acquired from the dress shop.

Smiling softly, she picks up the dress and holds it to herself as if trying it on. She turns to face the full length mirror to look at it. She frowns a bit as the clothes she wearing ruined the look. She lays the new dress on the bed and strips down. Sighing softly as age was showing itself in minor ways as if to remind her she was mortal. Moving to the dresser and removing the necessary under garment and puts it on.

She moves back to the bed and puts on the new dress. She liked the feel of the material as she turns to face the mirror again as she runs her hands down her body, smoothing out the dress to display her physique.

Turning about and both ways to catch a glimpse of how the back looks. she held her long hair up to expose the back of her neck and to get a better look at the dress with nothing to hide it. She nods in approval as she turns from the mirror. Hoping by some fluke of a chance, the twins or her husband would show up and tell her she looked great. Only soft music was heard as no one spoke, except in her mind. She was just being disillusioned to herself.

She angry took the dress off and tossed it on the bed in a crumbled heap. She stormed from the bedroom into the common room, wearing only undergarments.

She called out for heavy metal rock by band name and song. Once it started, she had the computer raise the volume till even she felt the vibrations from the music along with everything else. She growled loudly at the start till she was yelling on the top of her lungs obscenities to chase away the self demons of loneliness as she gyrated insanely about the apartment, trying to recapture her fleeing youthfulness of a teenager. Her hair whipping about as she tossed her head about as she swiveled her hips and body with arms and legs moving to the beat of the loud music playing.

It felt good to let loose, now if she just could do it public, but her upbringing on a Fleet ship, even children’s actions reflected on their parent’s career and themselves.

Oh to be back on Earth and the Hawaiian Islands, she would be willing to give up her womanly feminine figure to just run barefoot on the warm volcanic sands and have the warm waters of the Pacific and the warm South Pacific Sun along with the sweet cool zephyrs caressing her body. Eyes squinting in the glare of the diamond like sparkles off the deep turquoise ocean water. The spray of the water as her surfboard cut a path through the majestic waves barreling towards the surf and curl in a crashing thunder off the razor sharp coral and volcanic rocks...

As the song ended, she flung herself on the couch, panting for breath. Feeling the sweat trickle down her body as she just laid there catching her breath. She sighed as she remembered the times attending concerts and madly dancing through the night as a teenager with friends to the blaring screeching music and yelling from the band what passed for singing.

She laid there on the couch as the next song started blaring from the hidden speakers, cleverly placed about the apartment. She just laid there, staring at the blank white ceiling. ~~Should change the color~~ The thought raced through her mind, but then she would be the only one to enjoy it….

Flashback:: SB-12 Akiashiro Apartment

… small feminine rainbow colored handprints randomly placed all over the ceiling, going every which way. Then came the small rainbow colored footprints as if some child walked through wet paint and then on the ceiling.

Walking into the room amidst giggles and laughter, She saw her husband with a paint splattered shirt holding one of the twins upside down with paint running down her legs from her little feet as she laughed while walking on the ceiling leaving her foot prints and the other twin standing in paint, bouncing with impatience for her turn. Scooping up the twin and turning her upside down and holding her so she could add her footprints to the others already there. Laughing alongside her husband as paint dribbled off the twins onto themselves as they maneuvered around on the big drop clothes that protected the carpeted floor and furniture.

When Her husband and her came close, they’d kiss passionately while the girls squealed and begged for them to resume their trek upside down on the ceiling adding more small paint footsteps. …

Current :: SB332 Samanthia’s Apartment

Samanthia wondered if those handprints and foot prints were still there after she left the Star base 12 Apartment her family had once shared. She sighed softly as she rolled over to avoid the memories. She swore as she didn’t want the memories. She wanted her husband and twin daughters back with her alive and getting in mischief. Their laughter, cries of pain, feeling needed, holding her husband and the twins to feel their warmth and love as they hugged her.

Once again the tears fell, this time freely as her heart ached from wanting to love, share time with, waking up next to someone who loved her. She stood slowly, once again changing the music to something more soothing and lowering the volume to the proper level.

She moved with slow steps to the liquor cabinet. After opening up the liquor cabinet, she grabbed a bottle of the strongest liquor from the cabinet and laid back on the couch. She opened the bottle and proceeded to get stinking comatose drunk.