Samantha
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"Basically, I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels." -- Frank Sinatra
Contents
Early Life/Career
"I won’t quietly accept it: / “to sit with a blind brow / above an empty heart.” / I’m not sure I need / to know where empty is." Twelve Arrests, No Convictions by Kevin Connelly
I was born on Ariel to Dr. Markus Kist and his wife Marsha Kist. My father was the Chief of Medicine at one of Ariel's top institutions, though he stated off as a cardiologist. I always had the best of everything, frankly. Best schools, clothes, medical care, love. My parents really did love me. I guess I was one of the lucky ones. I spent my childhood looking up to my father as this god of medicine, so there was no doubt about my choice of profession when I became of age. Bookwise? I'm a fantastic doctor. But maybe it was my spoiled childhood that made me soft. I couldn't quite take it hours wise. I could feel myself practically falling asleep on my feet. Anyway, I kept chomping at the bit. I chose trauma surgery as my specialty, much to my father's dismay, but I had the small hands for it and the love of the work. I got all the way through my residency and into my fellowship before they figured I was the one stealing from the stimulant supplies. I never intended to start using them on a daily basis, but it just got to the point that I couldn't get through a 12-14 hour shift without a hit of something. They took my license. My father stopped speaking to me. I lost... everything.
Current Status
So I left. The wars were long over by this point and the fringes were known as a place where law was fast and loose. I figured it was somewhere I could still practice medicine and help people in the very least. And, of course, it was escape from the utter shame I'd brought myself and my family. So I ran. It was hard going at first, but it turned out there were enough injured and sick that I never lacked for work. Then I met Captain Graves. Or, more so, he rather fell into my lap half bleeding out. I sewed him up and, sure enough, he was in need of a medic. I didn't mind the steady work and, truthfully, he had a hot ass. Who was I to complain? So I've been a part of his rag tag crew (even if we have no ship to speak of any longer!) ever since. He and I have also been on and off angry lovers, but that's an entire other story. Remind me to tell you about it sometime, along with the fact we were actually married -- for two weeks. Still, it's been an interesting ride and I'm doing what I love. Lastly, over my time in the fringes, I've found another love. Not medicine and not men -- Guns. I'm damned good with a pistol and even getting good with a machine gun. There is a streamlined, steady quality to the way I feel when I shoot and it's, oddly, the most zen activity I've ever found. There is a strange power to gunslinging. It must come with the knowledge that I can take life as easily as I give it. Whatever the reason, I love guns and I love being able to protect myself and my crew even more.Memorable Quotes and Poses
"I can't get to sleep, I think about the implications of diving in too deep, and possibly the complications. Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright, perhaps it's just imagination. Day after day it reappears, night after night my heartbeat shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away..." - Colin Hay's Overkill"Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world."--"The Simple Art of Murder", Raymond Chandler (essay)
"By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too." -- William Shakespeare
"I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun." Farewell, My Lovely (Chapter 34), Raymond Chandler
Connections and Contacts
In a pinch, Sam has contacts back on Ariel. Her father, Dr. Markus Kist, is the chief of medicine for St. Lucy's, one of the best known hospitals on the planet. He was the man who pushed her through medical school and truly inspired her to create a life as a doctor. However, they haven't spoken in years now, not since Sam lost her license. Still, she could probably get favours from him and several people back at the hospital -- that is, if she'd ever be willing to deal with the Alliance again.Sam's closest family now are those whom she served with aboard the Icarus. She was with that crew from the day she and Richard left the Alliance together and has never turned back. Though many came and went from the ship before it's final destruction, those whom she worked with most recently remain her family. Richard Graves, of course, being her Captain and ex-husband. Then there is Vallen Hal, the Icarus' security man. He had only been with them two years, but Sam and Vallen have developed a rather close friendship over that time. Lastly, there is Flint, their engineer. She respects him like few others because he does to the ship what she does to bodies.
However, life changes, and the Icarus recently took its last fight and its last crash. Sam and her merry band of gentlemen (idiots) have recently been hired onto a new ship, the Spitfire. The ship is huge and there is a far larger compliment of crew that she's getting to know. These include Captain Morrena Luz, Marcos, Ramon, and Dianna Tien to name a few. It's strange being with such a large crew, but Sam is doing her best not to piss anyone off. Yet.