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Sam Adama
An Enforcer in the legendary Ha'la'tha
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by barney_fife
Groups
Description
Equipment
Tauron forged dagger
Type 01 Blast-Pulse pistol, dated pre-GWOM Era.
One thousand three hundred seventy-two in Cubits
History
Sam Adama was born in Tauron to Isabelle and William Adama Sr. in the years leading up to the Tauron Civil War. Adama's father believed that from the moment he held his son in his arms, he knew Samuel was a man - a contrast to his younger brother's introverted nature.
Orphaned, Samuel and Joseph were sent to a refugee camp in Caprica. There Sam attempted to pick the pocket of the Guatrau who "knew right then he had the stones to become one of us." The Gautrau took the Adama boys under his wing and eventually brought them into the Ha'la'tha. Unlike his brother - who changed his name to "Adams" - Sam chose not to assimilate into Caprican culture and embraced his Tauron heritage. He bore a number of tattoos depicting his position within the Ha'la'tha as well as his patronage to the Lord of Kobol Mars. Adama's first "mark of manhood", however, came from his younger brother, who applied the tattoo to his wrist when they were alone on the streets of Hypatia.
Working in Caprica City as a Ha'la'tha enforcer and assassin for over fourteen years, Sam Adama balanced a career of violent crime with a softer personal and family life. Married to Larry, Adama also enjoyed a close relationship with his brother and his brother's children, Willie and Tamara, as well as his sister-in-law Shannon
So begins...
Sam Adama's Story
Sam Adama pushed the doors to Gambit's open, stepping inside he smoothed the creases down in his jacket, and then he adjusted his fedora hat. Nodding he looked around and surveyed the surroundings, the empty bar.
"So this is the place." He said as he shook his head. "I see... a place amongst friends." He nodded as he pulled the jacket around the stock of his dated blast pistol. For a moment he surveyed the drinks in the bar, turning around he unlocked the door, then he proceeded towards the bar, surveying the drinks.
"So this is the place." He said as he shook his head. "I see... a place amongst friends." He nodded as he pulled the jacket around the stock of his dated blast pistol. For a moment he surveyed the drinks in the bar, turning around he unlocked the door, then he proceeded towards the bar, surveying the drinks.
Sam Adama looked around in the bar, wiping the counter down with a rag he surveyed the patrons, working the bartender he would set a few bottles of ale on the bar counter, the clink of the glass echoing as he opened the bar up. Then he grabbed a broom from the corner, directing a waiter to sweep the floor and scrub the wooden floor.
"This place is a dump." He said as he cracked his knuckles, and walked out from behind the counter to right a table kicked over in the last fight.
"This place is a dump." He said as he cracked his knuckles, and walked out from behind the counter to right a table kicked over in the last fight.
Sam Adama inclined his head at Mr. Danviel, pouring a small glass of scotch, he spoke up. "On the rocks or no?" He asked, as the high-brand scotch was poured and then he would grasp the drink, walking over to the man as he sat at his table.
"Three.. cubits preferably." He said as he set the drink on the table, noting the total on a piece of note paper.
"Pay whenever, but before you leave." He added as he set a glass of ice besides the glass of scotch, tattoos seen on the bartender's fingers, one of them a stylized bull symbol.
"Three.. cubits preferably." He said as he set the drink on the table, noting the total on a piece of note paper.
"Pay whenever, but before you leave." He added as he set a glass of ice besides the glass of scotch, tattoos seen on the bartender's fingers, one of them a stylized bull symbol.
Sam Adama remained nice and silent for a time before he finally spoke up. "Tech Con owns the bar, it's the only currency we accept." He said before taking the bill and placing it in a small billfold with the Tech Con logo on the side.
"Fetch me if you need anything else." He said before he took his pen and paper and approached Elise and Kroger. "Is there anything I can help you with? Something to drink?" He asked, clenching his pen, a smile on the man's face as he tipped his fedora, strangely familiar tattoos along his fingers, a bull shaped symbol on the middle finger, and another symbol on his index finger.
"I'm the new bartender, the regular called in sick." He said nodding, ready to take the order.
"Fetch me if you need anything else." He said before he took his pen and paper and approached Elise and Kroger. "Is there anything I can help you with? Something to drink?" He asked, clenching his pen, a smile on the man's face as he tipped his fedora, strangely familiar tattoos along his fingers, a bull shaped symbol on the middle finger, and another symbol on his index finger.
"I'm the new bartender, the regular called in sick." He said nodding, ready to take the order.
Sam Adama remained quiet for just a moment as he surveyed Elise, and then he nodded and took down the order.
"Sanitized... I can do that... do you want a citric acid sour? Or a lemon juice sour?" He asked as he took down notes on the paper. "And yes I'm new, I got hired a few days ago... I have lots of experience in bartending... so you won't be disappointed... and for you miss... that's three cubits." He said, jotting down the numbers before turning to Kroger.
"Not thirsty? That's fine.. if you need anything please, let me know." He said before he turned to fetch Graystone's drink.
"Sanitized... I can do that... do you want a citric acid sour? Or a lemon juice sour?" He asked as he took down notes on the paper. "And yes I'm new, I got hired a few days ago... I have lots of experience in bartending... so you won't be disappointed... and for you miss... that's three cubits." He said, jotting down the numbers before turning to Kroger.
"Not thirsty? That's fine.. if you need anything please, let me know." He said before he turned to fetch Graystone's drink.
Sam Adama returned to the table with the appropriate drinks, smiling still before he tipped his fedora hat. "One sterilized glass, cosmopolitan with a hint of sour.." He said before he set the glass before her, made exactly to how she wanted it. "I couldn't help but notice you looking at my tattoos.. it's a cultural thing with my people." He said smiling.
"Some people say they look kind of scary, it's just a cultural thing... like the Maori people of New Zealand."
"Some people say they look kind of scary, it's just a cultural thing... like the Maori people of New Zealand."
Sam Adama nodded. "I Immigrated here from Tauron yes... I was hoping that I wouldn't face as much racism and persecution over here as I would over there back home, people see us Taurons as criminals... we're hated. I came here to have a fresh start." He said, a look of earnest on his face. "All of us Taurons have these tattoos, each represents a stage in our lives."
Sam Adama continued to watch the two talk about vacations, it was then he withdrew a phone, dialing it he got on it and spoke. "Tha páme na apochorísei apó tin tavérna." He said into the phone. "Théleis na tin ourá tous?" He asked, then he nodded and closed the phone, putting it back into his jacket pocket.
Ha'la'tha Enforcer received the call from an unknown source, at a distance he watched the crimson limousine, narrowing his eyes through the scope of the rifle he watched slowly. The Crimson limousine coming into the cross-hairs, looking at the license plate he positioned himself. Bringing Elise into the hairs of his rifle, he then moved it back over the limo and fired, the silenced rifle firing a small projectile coated in a viscous sabot. It struck the limo with a dull thunk, on the bottom of the bumper. The small machine then sprouted small legs, emerging from the goo, it crawled under the limousine, and remained there. A Beacon pinging on a small computron screen besides the Enforcer.
Ha'la'tha enforcer phoned another enforcer on an adjacent building. "They're on the move, headed towards Invictus HQ, our pay is for the General and the girl, disregard everyone else." He said into the phone, before sending a text message to Sam.
Sam then dialed the phone and when both Kroger and Elise were out of earshot he spoke. "if they switch vehicles, we'll need another tracking beacon... apply it. I'll need that shipment of G-4 and metal piping soon." He then hung the phone up, and went back to cleaning the bar.
Sam then dialed the phone and when both Kroger and Elise were out of earshot he spoke. "if they switch vehicles, we'll need another tracking beacon... apply it. I'll need that shipment of G-4 and metal piping soon." He then hung the phone up, and went back to cleaning the bar.
Sam Adama swabbed and wiped the bar counter as he directed his attention over to Finch. "Can I get you anything to eat?" He asked as he turned over to face the man, looking up to see Katja for a moment, but he said nothing, simply going back to working on cleaning the bar counter.
"Anything to drink?" He asked, as tatood fingers clasped the white washrag. He then turned to Katja and offered a smile. "Welcome to Gambit's Bar!"
"Anything to drink?" He asked, as tatood fingers clasped the white washrag. He then turned to Katja and offered a smile. "Welcome to Gambit's Bar!"
Sam Adama nodded to Sadei and spoke up. "Three Cubits...." He said as he turned to the foreign silver coin, shrugging he accepted that instead, pouring the whiskey he would nod. "Okay, two Silvers or six cubits, please." He said as he grabbed a second glass, the clinking of glass heard as he poured two whiskeys on the rocks, sliding one to Savine and Sadei, then he turned to Howlo. "Those idiots? I don't have a bouncer to throw them out, sorry. I'm just a bartender." He then turned to Vegeshin and Majin
"Take it elsewhere!" He barked.
"Take it elsewhere!" He barked.
Sam Adama shouted back to Howlo. "Cryo got fired because he sided with UCON during the war, so Hagan fired his traitorous ass." He said with a shrug and a sigh. Providing a Sake to Hitmonlee, looking at the creature with bewilderment.
Sam Adama stood at the bar counter and remained quiet for a long time, turning to Katja he spoke up. "Welcome to Gambit's Bar, is there anything I can get for you?" He asked as he wiped the counter for a moment and then he tossed the rag into a hot water bucket.
"I'll get you anything you need." He said, looking to the selection of drinks in the bar.
"I'll get you anything you need." He said, looking to the selection of drinks in the bar.
Sam Adama nodded and quickly poured a glass of ice cold ginger ale, sliding the glass over to Punky. Offering the man a nod he wrote the pricing down on a note paper. "Is there anything else I could get you?" He asked as he squeezed the rag in the bucket, and then he turned to face the man.
"Just let me know."
"Just let me know."
Sam Adama nodded and would promptly make up the vodka, providing an olive and ice, he would mix everything up and then he slid the drink over to the woman.
"Vegan? I can maybe have the kitchen prepare you something... go through our menu." He said, sliding the woman a menu, then he turned over to Punky, nodding. "I doubt it, the security here is pretty good... they wouldn't date rape you unless they liked men." He said, then he reached over and provided Tsubasa a refill on the tea.
"There you go." He said, before he moved to sit and enjoy his drink - Ambrosia.
"Vegan? I can maybe have the kitchen prepare you something... go through our menu." He said, sliding the woman a menu, then he turned over to Punky, nodding. "I doubt it, the security here is pretty good... they wouldn't date rape you unless they liked men." He said, then he reached over and provided Tsubasa a refill on the tea.
"There you go." He said, before he moved to sit and enjoy his drink - Ambrosia.
The setting changes from solinus-sea to Gambit's Bar
Sam Adama pushed the bar door open flanked by several heavily tattoo'd dark skinned men, the well fit and buff individual slowly made his way through the throng of patrons. Sam would be clad in a black tank top, showing off each and every one of his tattoos, alongside him were two men in casual dress outfits.
Making their way up towards the bar, Sam would eye Finch and then he would look to his friend, but already one of the Taurons would be walking up to the man.
Ha'la'tha enforcer made his way up to Finch, and promptly moved to tap the man on the shoulder, hard somewhat, while the second Enforcer would move towards Katja with Sam in tow. All while the Enforcer behind Finch spoke up. "Egó den sas arései. Fýge apó bar mou."
Making their way up towards the bar, Sam would eye Finch and then he would look to his friend, but already one of the Taurons would be walking up to the man.
Ha'la'tha enforcer made his way up to Finch, and promptly moved to tap the man on the shoulder, hard somewhat, while the second Enforcer would move towards Katja with Sam in tow. All while the Enforcer behind Finch spoke up. "Egó den sas arései. Fýge apó bar mou."
Sam Adama cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at Finch. "He said he doesn't like you." He said as he reached into his jacket, the rather buff Tauron men kept their presence close, then Sam continued. "I don't like you either.. I have the death penalty on twelve worlds." He said as he pointed to the door.
"So it's in everyone's best interest if you frak off." He then looked to one of his men, whom had wrapped his arm around Katja's shoulder.
"So it's in everyone's best interest if you frak off." He then looked to one of his men, whom had wrapped his arm around Katja's shoulder.
Sam Adama kept his hand in his jacket for a long time, and then he withdrew a weapon of some kind, a pistol that looked sleek yet well loved, well used. After withdrawing it he pointed it to the man.
"We're going to take this girl from you, then we're going to take her into the alleyway, and my boys here are going to have some fun with here... if you object, i'll kill you. See? Yeah.." He said walking back one step, gauging the situation.
"So you're just going to stand there or you going to leave?"
"We're going to take this girl from you, then we're going to take her into the alleyway, and my boys here are going to have some fun with here... if you object, i'll kill you. See? Yeah.." He said walking back one step, gauging the situation.
"So you're just going to stand there or you going to leave?"
Sam Adama growled and with the Ha'la'tha enforce doubling over, Sam had already lowered his weapon, and so he began to open fire, depressing the trigger several times, four well-placed shots were hurled towards Finch, each one of them upon impact would cause a fourth degree burn around the impact site on top of a rather deep hole from flash-vaporized flesh, which the resulting hydrostatic pressure from the sudden heat would incapacitate the wounded instantly, as Finch ran, each shot was accurately placed towards the man's back, the bolts traveling at near-light speeds.
"Don't frak with me." He growled. As he waited for the familiar smell of seared human flesh.
"Don't frak with me." He growled. As he waited for the familiar smell of seared human flesh.
The Ha'la'tha enforcer was tending to the deep bleeding wound Sam would make his way over to Finch and step over the man.
"Dumbass." He said quietly before he slid the pistol into it's holster, cracking his knuckles he took a whiff, though most of the wounds had been cauterized, the deep-tissue burns caused by the energy weapon would be more then enough to compensate for the fact blood loss was minimal, as Katja ran he raised his weapon and took aim.
"Don't move!" He barked, he didn't miss the first time and wouldn't miss the second time, slowly he stepped over the man's body. Sam carried himself like a mobster as an elegant Grecian dagger was drawn from a scabbard at his belt.
"Your friend obviously is a fool... and he paid with his life... let's go." He said as he approached, the roar of a black sports car heard.
"Dumbass." He said quietly before he slid the pistol into it's holster, cracking his knuckles he took a whiff, though most of the wounds had been cauterized, the deep-tissue burns caused by the energy weapon would be more then enough to compensate for the fact blood loss was minimal, as Katja ran he raised his weapon and took aim.
"Don't move!" He barked, he didn't miss the first time and wouldn't miss the second time, slowly he stepped over the man's body. Sam carried himself like a mobster as an elegant Grecian dagger was drawn from a scabbard at his belt.
"Your friend obviously is a fool... and he paid with his life... let's go." He said as he approached, the roar of a black sports car heard.
Sam Adama was quiet before he heard shuffling under him amongst the blood and the seared flesh, as Finch spread to slice at Sam's achilles tendon, the grecian style dagger was swung under and with the familiar clash of steel he moved to strike the knife away, then he moved to plunge his blade into the already festering wounds, after a quick few steps back he stared at Havok.
"We're everywhere... blood for blood... it's the law of the Taurons.." He said after sheathing the bloodied knife he turned to Katja.
"After I finish my bounty, I'll kill you too." He said as he slowly stepped away, moving to walk towards the idling sports car.
"Hey.. Sire... i have some Coalies... I need you to make some arrangements on your end I can't have them interfering with my job... Gonna have Kendra roadblock them? Good..." He then hung up the phone as he turned to leave, the two wounded Taurons behind him.
"We're everywhere... blood for blood... it's the law of the Taurons.." He said after sheathing the bloodied knife he turned to Katja.
"After I finish my bounty, I'll kill you too." He said as he slowly stepped away, moving to walk towards the idling sports car.
"Hey.. Sire... i have some Coalies... I need you to make some arrangements on your end I can't have them interfering with my job... Gonna have Kendra roadblock them? Good..." He then hung up the phone as he turned to leave, the two wounded Taurons behind him.