Editing Marco Domici

= Fiction =

[[Marco Domici: Blade 0]]


[[Marco Domici: A few years ago]]

[[Marco Domici: Irene]]

[[Marco Domici: A Glowing Report]]

== A glowing Report ==


"You know I can't have that on duty." Cpl Jones said, as she looked at the bottle of burgundy Marco had just put on her desk.

"You're right. Of course. How silly of me." Marco watched Cheryl's eyes follow the bottle as he slid it to the other side of the desk. "What should we do?"

"You...you could put it in my room. Right?" She licked her lips. 

"Me? Wouldn't Grishom get jealous if I went to your room unaided?"

"I...what do you want?" She finally looked at him directly. 

"There's this glowing report of an OCS candidate that should go out. He's a very important person."

"Quincy? You hated him. Everyone did. Especially after he ran over Grishom and broke his leg."

"Tsk tsk, Corporal. You shouldn't speak ill of your superiors! Especially when they are destined for such greatness." Marco's grin was almost feral as he held up the microchip. "Especially since the records clerk at the training facility has a MCUF from the hostile drop he was on."

Corporal Jones' eyes went wide. "You gotta be kidding me! Really?"

"Go put that bottle away, maybe you and Grishom can celebrate tonight. Give me about eight mikes on the comsat."

"Nothing else, right?" She looked around at the empty office.

"This will make my week, trust me."


[[Marco Domici: Head of the Class]]

== Head of the class ==


"Buy you a beer, soldier? Here, give us a kiss!" Marco's glass went flying as he was lifted up and spun around into an iron grip bear hug.

His muscles tensed to gain space as his right leg braced on the bench. His left knee went rocketing towards a muscular stomach.

He stopped, and smiled. "Irene!"

As usual she was dressed in violent pastel and her hair was wildly free and now almost reached the back of her knees. She had grabbed Marco tight, knowing what he would do and hoping he recognized her before they beat the crap out of each other.

Marco smiled as his muscles relaxed and he rested his hands on her welcoming hips. "Your eyes were always entrancing." He said quietly, reacting to her powerful hug and the close proximity of her well proportioned lips.

Irene held Marco tight and just looked at him for a moment. She felt his hands rest on her hips as he hugged her even closer. Her eyes closed for a moment and she didn't see him start to lean forward.

"You gonna introduce us, 'Rene?" A loud male voice said from behind her. 

"Oh...yeah...uh...yeah, dad." Her golden skin glowed bronze. "Marco, this is my dad. Dad, Marco Domici. We bunked together...err...served together last year."

Marco squeezed his way out of Irene's entanglement and shook hands. "Mr. Pace, good to meet you."

"You too, Marco. 'Rene has talked about you a lot." He raised an eye at his daughter. "Though somehow she missed that part about bunking together."

Irene studied the spilled drink on the floor and bit her lower lip almost to blood.

"Marine term, sir." Marco stepped into the man's visual line of fire to protect his friend. "We are often in cramped ship's quarters and room assignments are fairly random. We shared the same bunk but never at the same time, due to shifts. I'm sure you know how it is."

Actually, Marco wasn't sure at all. His hand still hurt from Pace's unconsciously strong grip. His ribs were bruised. Part of him could think of several verbal accidents to embarrass Irene even more but another part of him wanted little but to be crushed again.

"Did she tell you the story about breaking my wrist?" 

"She what? Not surprised, really. Kinda clumsy if you ask me."

"Oh no, sir! Irene was known as the person to practice with if you really wanted to get good. I asked for it, of course." He caught her thankful glance. "You know what, though? She was also the one who carried two critically wounded men back to safety under heavy fire. Let me tell you that story while I get us a round."

The men wandered off to the bar and Irene sat at Marco's table after the 'bot cleaned up the mess. Marco talked a lot sometimes but by the time he returned with her dad there was a happy smile on the older man's face. 

"Yep, that's my 'Rene. Always doing the right thing and not looking for advantage in it. Well, I need to head back home. 'Rene has some news to share with you and I just wanted to let you know how much it means to me." 

Marco felt ribs displace as the older man hugged him. "Thank you, Marco. This means a lot to me."

Marco slumped into the table and worked to breathe. "Don't you people just wave? I think I'm going to have to get my spleen put back in place."

"Yeah, dad gets a little strong when he gets emotional."

"Glad he didn't 'get emotional' about your bunking comment. Not sure I could have survived that one."

"Me neither. He still thinks of me as his little girl. Well, the clumsy middle child girl who kept playing in the mud and rain."

Marco slid the second glass over to Irene. "Drink up and tell me the news. What's your dad so emotional about?"

She licked her lips and brought out a pocket vid. "It's me." 

"Pointless comment. How many golden toned black haired beauties go walking around in blue gowns. What am I.." Marco had been watching the video and saw the image of her taking a roll of paper.

"You did it!" He smiled from ear to ear. "Congratulations!"

Irene bit her lip and nodded. "Thanks to you!" She reached out and squeezed his hands. Marco winced. "Oh, sorry." Her hands stayed in place.


[[Marco Domici: Double Barium on the Rocks]]

== Double Barium on the Rocks ==

"Hey Doc, your boyfriend is back." Vradok said. One seldom referred to Melissa Altomanni as 'Chief Surgeon' on the Intrepid. She was, in fact, Chief surgeon. She was also a highly published researcher with an academic pedigree that would get her scrubs an honorary Masters. Everyone knew that Lt Commander Altomanni, Chief Surgeon, preferred to be 'Doc'. 

In the short time Vradok had been aboard the Intrepid he had seen a lot of the other men eyeing Dr Altomanni. While she was certainly an eyeful her manner was a friendly "go elsewhere for your conquest" sort of snub. Vradok had even seen the captain of a patrol cruiser do down in flames. So he didn't have much hope for the Rent-A-Hero in his commercial battle dress. He was probably one of the free-lancer's aboard. For some reason the Star Confederation had contracted a unit of commercial Marines for the upcoming show of force. The expectation was that everyone shows up in their dress uniform and the locals get mightily impressed. Not much action, but Vradok was assistant medical officer in one of the Confederation's most advanced shiboard Emergency Treatment facilities. And he got to watch Dr Altomanni break hearts.

"He looks like wine." Corpsman Jensen said under his breath. "Five creds says that box has a bottle of wine in it."

"Again?" Dr Altomanni had looked up and the Marine waved at her through the clearsteel observation wall. "Vradok, can you see what he wants this time? I guess he didn't get the hint."

Vradok walked over to the door and waved the Marine in. "Dr Altomanni is busy, soldier. Can I help you with something?"

"It...it's personal." The Marine looked at Vradok hopefully. "I scheduled an appointment like she asked. Would you check with her? Please?"

Vradok caught Doc's eye and she seemed to sigh. "Jensen, take care of the inventory, will you?" She said. 

"But Doc, I..."

"Now, Jensen. Dr. Joranger and I need to tend to this soldier's illness. Medical privacy, and all that."

As Jensen headed back in to the stock room Vradok noticed that indeed, the Marine had brought a bottle of wine. He presented it to Melissa.

"Sorry, ma'am. I'll try not to take up much of your time. I..." He laughed self-consciously. "Sorry, I'm not normally this tongue tied."

"Corporal, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am. Corporal Marco Domici. Not a soldier, sorry ma'am, a Marine. Lanze Spezzatt Bravo,  Prince Allesandro's Light Jump."

"One would think someone who jumps out of perfectly good star ships could talk to a lady, don't you, Corporal?"

The Marine straightened up. "Yes ma'am. Sorry. It's just that the matter is a bit personal. And delicate." He glanced at Vradok. "Could we speak alone?"

"Dr. Joranger and I have to work together for the benefit of the crew, Corporal." She looked at her crono.

"Sorry ma'am." He looked at her and smiled. "Trianhydrous barium phozene, ma'am."

Melissa just stared at the Marine for a long moment. "Most men have other things on their mind when they bring me wine, corporal. Care to explain yourself?"

"Yes ma'am." He quickly brought out an old data pad and tapped into a report. "Your report on trianhydrous barium phozene, ma'am. From NavMedSci eight years ago. I read it a few years ago, your research came in handy."

"That compound was used for Nanogenerian pre-cancer treatments, Mr Domici. You seem a bit young to need it." She looked at him critically. "What, were you a PhD in grade school?"

"High school, ma'am, and only an Associate's. Sorry." Domici nodded. "Injured on a mission trip and the local witch doctors used a really smelly goo to leech poisonous nemocysts from my shoulder and arm. I did some research on what they used, it replicated several of the results of your studies on TBP."

"Corporal, I'm not sure what surprises me more. That you aren't staring at my chest or that you can pronounce trianhydrous without batting an eye." She shrugged. "Sorry to say, the research was dropped. A better compound came out that did the same work much faster. TBP didn't have a chance in the commercial market."

"Maybe." Domici grinned. "Maybe you were just looking to solve the wrong problem, doctor. My girl...a friend of mine is a heavy worlder. Her dad takes expensive treatments and is still aging rapidly." He pushed the pad over and tapped a screen. "You never tested for stray calcium resorption, did you? The compound the witch doctors used isolated and altered the calcium in the nemocysts. That's pretty much what saved my life. TBP does about the same thing, but slower." He expanded the image showing the aging effects of high gravity on a skeletal structure. "What if someone took TBP on a long term maintenance dosage? It wouldn't resorb enough calcium to induce Perrier's disease because it's mild. Yet it could offset the arthritic build ups as they are forming."

"There's no..." Melissa leaned forward and looked at the screen. "Crap. Vradok, go grab some Ringen flasks. Corporal Domici needs some place to pour that wine."

[[Marco Domici: Double Date]]

[[Marco Domici: With the chaplain]]

== A couple weeks ago ==

"Come in Corporal. It's a bit crowded but I'm sure you can squeeze in somewhere."

"You asked to see me, Chaplin?" Marco looked at the half dozen chairs arranged near a desk. The only thing they seemed to be occupied by was dust.

"Chaplain Domici, Corporal." The man grinned as he stood up and shook Marco's hand. "Technically a Major in the unit but I tend not to exercise command functions. Have a seat."

As they sat, the Chaplin closed his screen and turned to face Marco. "Do you get it yet?"

"What, sir?" Marco frowned. "I...ah...have you had any reports on me? Sir?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure, with an answer like that, I will eventually." The chaplain stretched his long frame and ended up with boots halfway across his desk. "I've gone over your record, corporal. Some of your pre-enlistment activities have been reported to me as well."

"Officially, I will commend you on full engagement with your duties and tasks. Your command chain has recognized your dedication to learning the skills a trooper needs and your willingness to achieve the objectives." He leaned forward. "Personally, I'm not surprised, given your history. You did the same thing with the Antiguan villages mission trip, I believe? Applied yourself, worked hard, and achieved your goals even before graduating high school."

"Yes sir. I..." Marco did a double-take. "Is that part of my record, sir?"

"When you work for God, corporal, many things are known." He laughed for a moment and then just smiled. "My conversations with the Almighty tend to be about my own challenges and duties, son. Notes on you were provided by another source."

"My dad, right? What did he say? Was he in the unit?" Marco's eyes glazed a bit as he went back in time. "The day I enlisted was the last day I saw him. I wasn't going to make the cut but he said something to the recruiter. What can you tell me about him?"

"Corporal." The chaplain's eyes and tone fell. "First, the history of anyone who may have been a member of this unit is never a topic for discussion by anyone except that person. We take our brotherhood seriously."

"Second, and this is why you're really here, is that I am to inform you that your father has passed away. Details are sketchy, the local authorities are being a bit close-mouthed. I cannot tell you, officially, that initial reports show violence was involved. I also cannot say, officially, that several of those who chose your dad as a target didn't live long enough to regret their mistake."

"Third." The chaplains voice rang with cutlass steel. "You have a special assignment coming down the chain, effective immediately. The quartermaster has a draw list for you. Pack your kit and be on the 2315 lifter to high port."

"Last..." His voice softened. "There will be a silent memorial service at 2145 in the chapel. Dress greens, no talking, and you are not to recognize anyone you see. It is a time of respect and reflection, Marco. The soldier that sits in my office now seems to have forgotten the zeal for right a teenager had just a few short years ago. If you see men and women at the service tonight, it is not because someone could brag the loudest or drink the most beer. One day you may hear stories like that but really, what draws us to honor another is the positive impact someone has had on us individually."



Marco stepped off the transport and headed for his launch. He'd have enough time on ship to clean and sort through all the gear provided, right now he just let the darkened shades hide his tears. They were sending him away to keep him out of the investigation, he was sure of that. He really didn't understand why all the unit brass had been at the service nor did he really get who his dad was. 

His pace slowed. At the moment he wasn't sure who he was, yet something hit him like an ortillary kill shot. Marco slumped onto his ruck in the middle of the dock.

Domici.

Al's Jump Lights let a man enlist under any name they wanted. At the end of their first honorable service term the paperwork was made legal. Prince Allesandro had been a Domici. Officers, retirees, and certain others were allowed to change their name and join "the Family" and take the Domici name. 

His father had been a Domici.

He was a Domici.

"Something causing you to block traffic, soldier?" One of the port guards approached Marco. 

"Sorry officer, just got a little winded." Marco one-armed the large ruck onto his back and smiled. "Enjoy your day, officer."

[[Marco Domici: A Personal Message]]

== A personal message ==

As the transport moved out, Marco listened to his mother's voice again. Vids were costlier than sound; ever the frugal mother she had only sent vox. Still, he could hear the tears in her voice.

''"Son,

I'm sure you've been told your father was killed. The police don't want me to say anything, but you deserve to know what little I know. His military unit, your unit, has offered to pay for the burial in space and I have accepted. The money you sent was nice...I...I'm not as strong as you or your father. When you return I may be with my family. In spirit I'm still a Domici, but my spirit isn't strong right now.

Your father was so proud when we heard you were going to be an officer! He went so far as to buy a round at Moe's to celebrate. He took the news of your reassignment in stride, but at first I think it hurt him a little. Somehow Moe found out about your medal; your dad hasn't had to pay for a drink in weeks! Sometimes I think there are...were...things he wanted to tell you but didn't feel like he should. 'It's not yet time.' he would mutter as he looked at your picture. 

I...I've sent the chaplain your dad's ID card. He has agreed to transfer Head of Household paperwork to you. Not much of a house, I'm afraid. But it gives you the rights and responsibilities of a full Domici. Along with the card is a small blue piece of cloth your dad said he carried in his uniform. He was proud of our branch of the family; he used to talk about getting rich and painting the entire apartment blue. Praise the heavens we never won the lottery! Blue is nice but your dad had no sense of balance. 

That's what I loved about him; he was young and full of zeal. I love that about you, too. I know Susie hurt you deeply but she's made her choices. You now have to make yours. 

There are other forms I'll send over, as well as a few more details you should know. Some of them are very personal but I'm sure the chaplain will keep them safe. 

God speed, son. I love you.

Mom."''

[[Marco Domici: Radio Malfunction]]

[[Marco Domici: Delayed Lifter]]

[[Marco Domici: Keeping Pace]]

= Character =

== Stats and Basics ==

Lance Sergeant Marco Domici
22 Year old Domici Male

UPP: 78A885

Medal for Conspicous Gallantry

Combat Ribbons (2)

Commendation - Lifesaving

Notes: Muster out roll was a 2, +2 Int. Already in UPP.

Survive, promotion, no comission. No forced reenlistment.

Temporary Skill/Stat:  Gun Combat (Laser Carbine) and Dex. Skill marked (T), Stat increased in UPP.

Need to spend Cr 100,000 in gear. Still in progress

== Skills ==  

Admin 0

Blade Combat  1 

Brawling 1

Computer 0

Electronic 0

Gambling 0

Gun Cbt (Energy Weapons) 1/2 (T)

Leader 0

Medical 0

Mechanical 0

Tactics 0

Vacc Suit 1

Vehicle 0

== Equipment ==

Combat armor (Cr 20,000)

Laser Carbine, two energy packs, electronic sights (Cr 6,000, Wt 12,500)

Cutlass (Cr 100, Wt 1250 )

Dagger (Cr 10, Wt (250))

== Background == 

Term 1, in short:

Year 1: Basic and AIT

Year 2: Space Ops school - Vacc Suit 1, Promotion - E2

Year 3: Garrison, Promotion - E3

Year 4: Had a slot for OCS but bounced for a counter Raid on enemy forces. MCG awarded as well as a natural "12" on the promotion roll. E4

In Term 1 Year 4 he fought alongside the current ship's engineer. Need to come up with a story for that.