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Post by John November on Apr 9, 2015 13:33:11 GMT -6
The great Paterran Ocean which is thousands of miles wide and several miles deep, once of the many territories that the Terran Navy controls with a fleet of 15 Carriers, 30 Battleships, 25 Submarines, 35 Warships and 15 frigates which after the fighting began the numbers were cut in half.
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Npc Terran Military
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Defense Forces
Terra uber alle
Posts: 69
Registered: Sept 11, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -6
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Post by Npc Terran Military on Apr 10, 2015 8:02:10 GMT -6
As Seaman Horace Gumby, Terran Navy (npc)
Horace clung to the life raft, or what was left of it. The cylons had managed to cut the fleet in half in a matter of minutes. He was hopeful that he would soon be rescued before the sharks came to feed. At least the water was warm. Perhaps that was just the fact that he had peed.....
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Post by John November on Apr 10, 2015 15:01:14 GMT -6
USS Trinity A warship that was built during the last Terran war and considered to be ancient at the very least, still using analog controls but mixed with digital controls, holding a standard crew of 75 all of which are either veterans or even members of the Navy Special Operations Tactical Operations Unit or NSOTO. Most members are either former SFC or even the top officers in the Navy who survived the brutal 5 year training which John was one of those.
Born in Sparta, John's family managed to get clear of the war but because of the strict NONE SPARTAN RULE which left him in the cold so he joined the navy who were opening their own Special Operations Unit and then pretty soon he was tasked with his own team. John shows everything that the Spartans used to be but even now he was one of the few real Spartans considering so many were wiped out in the last Cylon invasion yet now he needed to ensure he could survive even longer especially with the Cylons killing millions especially now.
Wearing blue fatigues, he made his way through the tight corridors, crewmen moving out of the way as he made his way into the CIC where other team leaders were standing there with the ship Commander who was sweating like the most of them. Rescue operations had been a constant thing considering the vast navy had been wiped out in the initial invasion.
"We've received a message from Mount Vern from the surviving SFC and they believe the Cylons have setup a POW camp on the island which means they want to shut down the operation. They will be here in 12 hours and in that time we'll have our team ready which I believe Captain November would be suitable to leading."
Turning to the Commander as he cleared his throat, "Sir, I would rather be flogged then deal with those SF bastards, sorry for the bluntness."
"Captain, I expect you to be in combat gear and on the deck to greet the SFC in 12 hours or you can be scrubbing the ship till the end of this war."
Nodding, John left the CIC and soon began his way to his quarters to rest up before having to deal with the pain in the ass SFC and maybe figure out what weapons to grab for this mission.
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Post by John November on May 10, 2015 16:04:10 GMT -6
USS Trinity Receiving reports from the Frondal Islands, John entered the Command deck where his Commander stood, walking over to a nearby table as he set down the tablets; "We've got reports that the Cylons just took out the remnants of the Fifth Fleet as well bomber squadron 374 and the Cylons are on the offensive now," pausing as leaned forward, "without the SF's we're losing control of the situation and my men can't hold an island by ourselves." Turning to the Captain, the Commander crossed his arms as he thought over everything for a minute considering he just received good news from Mount Vern which meant the plans were moving forward; "The loss of the Fifth Fleet is going to be tough since they had only one job so we'll be giving only emergency support for this operation with that said, the SF's are leaving Mount Vern soon enough and well they'll be here to take the lead," pausing as he grabbed a tablet, "you'll be going in to support them. Get a message to the Ninth Fleet and inform them of our location and that we'll need support, if pre-war figures are right, they'll have the Vipers and man power to provide more support to this operation."Nodding, John zipped up his bulletproof vest as he crossed his arms as well; "Aye, sir, we also have reports of Nomads on the Frondal Islands. Do you wish me to contact them or will our forces suffice?" The Commander had heard on how brutal Nomads could be from the past Terran wars and having them focused on the Cylons is a promising sight but if they were isolated to the islands then they must have something worth investing there, "Get a message to the Nomads that we could use them there also inform them that Fort Lexington has been abandoned by the Cylons so there must be a reason for this either way we're capturing it now and going to be using it to fortify the islands. Whispers, get your team ready, you'll be going in with 100 of our finest before those SF's get here; your dismissed."
Doing a quick shake, John grabbed a small tablet to place onto his forearm as he left the Command Deck, walking through the tight corridors till he made it top side where he began his walk to the back side of the ship. The aft deck raised up from the lower cargo bay to the flight deck, looking over the Valkerie which is quite commonly used by the navy to drop NSOTO's behind enemy lines and to get the ship back safely which was perfect for them. Walking to the back, he stepped onto the ramp as he put on his gas mask as well as his black hat with his suppressed M-4 in hand; knowing he didn't have to say anything to his men since they knew why they were leaving. Taking a seat, he strapped in as the Valkerie took off with dozen others with 4 Vipers as an escort.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Oct 9, 2015 21:29:12 GMT -6
"All stations, report status now."
Joseph was informed they were now above the Panterran Ocean in the Northern Hemisphere so the trip to Corinth would have to go west to avoid Sparta and the Gondawans as well. The Terrans and Colonial Fleet would already know where they were but he still wanted to avoid any meetings with the local air units. Looking at the Chief of the Watch, Joseph gave the order to ready the shuttles for launch.
"Chief Guttenberg, ready the shuttles."
"Aye Captain, ready all shuttles for launch."
"Con, Navigation, report we are three hundred meters from surface."
"Con, Engineering, we report all systems normal, out"
"Bridge, Hangar Bay, we are ready."
"Chief, you have the Con, I'm heading to the shuttles,"
"Aye Sir, I have the Con, ready ship to leave orbit in four minutes."
Joseph rushed to the Hangar Bay and borded the lead shuttle, carrying J Castorious and the several Quorum members that were on board.
Within seconds they had launched from the Marauder and headed towards Corinth.
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