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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

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

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Sam Adama sat in his usual corner of the bar playing with his one cubit coin. Silently he watched Ibrahim El Ghamry from where he sat, it was then his phone buzzed, with Guatrau on the other line.

"Shipments in, Cairo... I need you to bring me some steamed cannoli and cheese...." The text said, it was then Sam nodded, then raised his hand and then he gestured to Ibrahim, raggling his finger in a come hither motion, before inspecting his surroundings.

Quietly he checked his other surroundings, then checked the arm on his pulse pistol, leaning back, he let the one cubit gold coin clatter on the table, as the waiter brought him a glass of ale.

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Sam Adama eyed Kiro for a moment, then made a foul gesture, spitting in the man's direction. "What are you looking at?" He said darkly, eying the man from his corner in the bar, with his phone buzzing yet again.

"I've got some floured pastries I need delivered to New York, the shipment's coming in next week, make sure it gets there, meet the Cebrus in the Mojave Desert, south of Vegas, usual spot." Guatrau texted as Sam read the phone, watching Ibrahim.

"Siddown.. siddown...." He said, motioning to the empty chair before him, nodding.

"You look like an honest fellow, someone that I'd like to do business with, on this... the day of my daughter's wedding."

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Sam Adama chewed on his lips for a moment, then he flipped the coin, eying Ibrahim for a moment, then he shook his head. "May she have many sons." In the mean time he was sending a text message to a known number, a Hataf operative in the city with a simple codeword. "Can you run to Leone's and bring me a dish of cheese and spinach ravioli?" He said, sending the text, a well known Ha'la'tha codeword for the location of a person of interest.

"I like my associates to be well fed, shall I buy you a drink?"

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Sam Adama smiled and then beckoned a waiter over to pour Ibrahmim a glass of water. "Well... my proposition depends on your willingness to get your hands dirty." He said, tapping his hands on the table, then he sent a text message.

"That's a shame, I hear Gambit's makes excellent fried fish and chips, bring your children, they will be well fed." He said, using code to confirm a high priority target was at Gambit's.

"My friend... tell me your name... do you like diamonds?"

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Sam Adama nodded and checked his phone, sliding it into his pocket, he then looked to a Ha'la'tha enforcer dressed as a Gambit's waiter, the tattoos on his arm being used as an identification, quietly Sam looked up, then looked back down, a silent signal as the enforcer began to silently approach, glass of ale in hand on a small tray.

"Indeed they are." He said as the waiter approached, then stumbled, dropping his ale all over Ibrahim and splattering ale in all directions. But as he stumbled forward, he seemed to use Ibrahim as support, while quickly aiming to drive his Tauron dagger into the man's chest, just below the heart. It all happened in a split second, and if the knife made it's plunge, the death would not be instant, but slow and painful. Quickly and discreetly, the waiter walked off.

"Sometimes we should not betray our associates." Sam said flatly.

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Sam Adama stared at Ibrahim. "Medical attention will be useless, the dagger has been poisoned with Ba'al's Ale, the only antidote is found on Hadante..." He said as he stared at Ibrahim still. "You will be dead in three hours, it will be a slow and painful death." Sam said flatly, as he grasped the stock of his pulse pistol, the Ha'la'tha enforcer slowly moving over towards the door, to ambush Hamid as he came in, indeed if the man came into the bar, the second Enforcer would hold him at Gunpoint.

"Get on the ground." The Enforcer demanded.

Meanwhile Sam simply sat there, unfazed by the blood and ale everywhere.

"Blood for blood."

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Sam Adama continued to sit in his spot, chuckling, the poison was already starting to work, slowly but surely, the alien toxin eating away at the major organs. "I am a friend of a friend..." He said quietly, as he slowly watched the nurse and the doctor, he was making a mental note to send out hitmen later. "You're not going to interfere with my kill." He said flatly, withdrawing his blast pistol and pointing it to Dr. Andy.

"Let him die, unless you wish to join him." He said flatly.

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Sam Adama Ha'la'tha Enforcer discharged a single shot from his weapon towards Hamid, then he peered out the window, then sent a single text message out, a single black Mercedes had pulled up to the bar, idling and with Aschen plates, nodding, should Hamid be shot, the Enforcer would duck out, while Sam kept his weapon trained on his enemy, discharging a single shot towards Ibrahim's face, death would likely be instantaneous by then, should the bolt make it's mark.

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Ha'la'tha Enforcer discharged a single shot from his weapon towards Hamid, then he peered out the window, then sent a single text message out, a single black Mercedes had pulled up to the bar, idling and with Aschen plates, nodding, should Hamid be shot, the Enforcer would duck out, while Sam kept his weapon trained on his enemy, discharging a single shot towards Ibrahim's face, death would likely be instantaneous by then, should the bolt make it's mark.

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Sam Adama quietly holstered his weapon in his jacket, then looked to the Doctors. It was then he withdrew a pen shaped device, which extended a red light and what looked like a camera flasher. Sam then placed on his sunglasses. "If you would all look to the little device here." He said, waiting for the Nurse and the doctor to direct their attention to Sam. When they did so, he would press the device and greet them with a blinding flash.

"There was a drive by shooting, you tried valiantly to save the men but could not." Sam said quietly, utilizing the Neuralizer to erase all traces of their presence.

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Sam Adama smiled before he held his hands up, setting the blast pistol on the table. "Nah-ah... I believe we're forgetting something." He said as the Enforcer stopped for a moment, and he too stop. Sam, waggling his finger.

"I hereby invoke my rights under Article Five, and demand to speak to a consulate of the Confederation... unless you're okay with the political repercussions of detaining me without cause or clearance with the consulate." Sam knew the system, with Vergus and half of Tauron batting for Ha'la'tha, as well as Guatrau's personal fleet en-route, Adama wasn't worried.

"I'll be taking my leave now... as soon as you get clearance to arrest me, i'll be happy to comply with your demands."

The Enforcer simply stood there, reaching into the car slowly to grasp the stock of a plasma rifle, should things turn ugly.

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Sam Adama smiled casually, then held up his hand, slowly and carefully he reached into his jacket, and withdrew his passport, it's black leather and gold Confederation seal emblazoned on the passport. He slowly handed it to Randin, and amongst it's blue pages read. "Samuel L. Adama" and in bold letters it read. "Prefecture of Origin: TAURON" It had various visa stamps, from Niihama, to several nearby factions. Even a Terran Visa stamp, a ten year visa from the Tripartite Alliance, which was still valid.

"Are you going to consult with my government? Or are we going to have an international incident? I'm a contractor working with Royal Shell, I'm here on leave, that man tried to rob me and so I killed him." Adama said flatly.

"You better go talk to the consulate now, it'd be a shame if Mr. Vergis.. a personal friend of mine got wind of Terra's brazen attempt to put a Tauron down, who's just making his way." Sam bluffed. "Now kindly leave me in peace, if you value your career."

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Sam Adama then brought his attention to White-Grint, with her grasp on his ankle, he turned and began to use his free foot to step on her arm, putting weight on it and growling. "Let go." He said before shaking his foot free, and threatening to kick her square in the face.

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Sam Adama laughed. "Go ahead... get the clearance, the man tried to rob me and it was self defense." He said, reaching into his jacket and withdrawing a wad of cubits. "And if you know what's good for you... you'll keep your mouth.. shut... do you hear me?" He said quietly, approaching the detective and placing the cash into his hand. "Not one word, I have powerful friends, this was self defense." He said quietly, backing away.

"Don't stick your neck out too far, it just might get cut off." He said, before turning to Rei.

"Join me for a drink.. and we can do business." He said, glaring at Randin once more.

"And even if you can pin anything, i'll be off this planet in a day."

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Sam Adama inclined his head. "Guatrau..." He then turned to Rei, and then nodded. "Tell me miss, what would you like? I am sure we can turn this day into a productive one... even if I nearly got arrested." He said, trotting over to where Rei sat.

"Seems like I've seen you before."

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Sam Adama nodded to Rei. "Well... I don't really frequent this place either, I'm just here... passing by." He said calmly, inclining his head to Guatrau, the two Taurons were preparing to leave the bar, and proceed with their day.

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Sam Adama nodded. "I paid someone who's trustworthy, I'll make sure they get the hardware to Niihama." He said quietly as he looked around. Gambit's was a proverbial safe haven, and Guatrau could hide easily in Little Tauron, with sympathizers and Ha'la'tha goons.

"So far there's nothing I need to worry about." He said quietly, grasping the hilt of his blaster. Guatrau traveled about Terra in style, an armored limousine and a PCF Gunship or an Al'kesh to get to his fleet.

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Sam Adama flicked the square shaped cubit coin and surveyed his surroundings. "Guatrau.. I beg your leave." He said, inclining his head some more before he rose from his seat. Glancing around the inside of the bar, he started to walk out, saying nothing. He was watching down the streat towards a beach, seeing some blue hedgehog skittering around. Sam shook his head. "Pray that thing jumps in front of my car so I may hit it." He said, grasping the stock of his pistol as he started out to his Mercedes.

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Sam Adama cleared his throat as he brushed the shards of glass off his suit, brushing off the brazen autohit. And so he stared down at this thing at his feet. He growled somewhat and reached for the holstered pulse pistol at his hip, before looking down and shaking his head. "Piss off." The mobster said flatly.

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Sam Adama got on the radio as he chambered a power core into his modified disruptor rifle, the drum shaped energy core sliding nicely between two stocks on the rifle, it resembled a Thompson submachinegun almost. The engines of the black Rolls Royce seemed to roar as it screeched around a corner, Sam rolling back the moonroof and peering up with the rifle in his hand.

"You need some!?" He screamed as one of the A-12s came into sight. "How about some of this! Say hello to my little friend!" He barked before unleashing a torrent of green bolts of energy hurling towards the machine's direction, another black Mercedes-benz pulled up behind the Rolls, and another Tauron goon peered from it's window, chambering his automatic disruptor rifle as the car revved around a curve.

The peppering of Aschen energy weapons followed suit, as four Tauron goons peered out from the windows of their car, firing on anything and everything nearby.

Sam simply got on the radio. "Where the hell are those technicals!?"