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Post by Administrator on Jun 21, 2017 21:55:04 GMT -6
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TerraOps
Terran Civilian
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 403
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Jul 1, 2017 1:40:35 GMT -6
Situated in geosynch orbit around Avalon, the station is the arrival and departure point for all ships coming to Avalon. Nothing larger than a small transport is permitted to land on the surface, a requirement set when the planet was first discovered. Since the discovery of the supernova that will eventually reach the Terran system in about ten to twelve years, a number of large transport ships had been sent to Avalon from Terra. So far, none had arrived as the trip, under normal circumstances, takes about a year to make one way. With the new advanced FTL drives, the trip could be shortened to eight months. In all, thirty three ships of various descriptions and sizes would be arriving with personnel and supplies to prepare for a massive arrival of people that would be resettling here on Avalon.
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Freighter Polida
Guest
Registered: May 18, 2024 8:05:49 GMT -6
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Post by Freighter Polida on Sept 17, 2017 0:05:41 GMT -6
The Polida was the first to arrive, carrying several hundred civilians and military types. They also brought with them several hundred thousand tonnes of supplies, water and equipment, enough to last them three years. This would ensure that crops could be grown to make the settlement self-sufficient. The leader of the group was a civilian, Freda Moore. She surveyed the land surrounding them. It was a fertile valley with a fresh water supply that had tested as safe. It was actually purer than the mountain water back on Terra. They would establish their base camp here, making this the arrival point for all future arrivals.
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Post by Ray 'Wild Ace' Wilson on Jan 10, 2022 18:38:00 GMT -6
Rolling his cig, Ray walked amongst the civilians in his urban ACU with his rifle strapped to this chest but keeping one hand on his rifle. Watching mostly the immigrants, there has always been suspicion about Cylons sneaking in as he moved through crowds with his now lit cigarette while Marines and Immigration Officers continued processing the few Terran passenger ships that came their direction. Ray carried everything he would need with his packed vest, suppressed pistol with four magazines with additional magazines for his G36C. Hanging on his back on his waist sat his medical roll and his combat pack on his back with a P90 inside with five magazines encase he needed to switch.
Walking past the Observation Deck, down below new Mercury Class Battlestars with the Mark 7 Vipers beginning construction. Frames being constructed with modules set aside but FTL drives were still decades away since they were building from blueprints. Pacing down the stairs, he turned towards the center column before pulling his key card out to enter the SF space. Setting his rifle down with his pack and roll beside the single cot as he flicked the cig aside to simply sleep on the thin mattress cot.
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Post by Ray 'Wild Ace' Wilson on Jan 12, 2022 3:10:48 GMT -6
The flashing tactical pad woke Wild Ace up, getting up but not attending to the pad for he needed to take his daily dose. Drinking his bottle, Wild Ace sat on the cold crate while he thought over his time here but it was put on pause when he spotted another man entering the room. Older, the man had the old Terra flag on his shoulder but only the Alpha Company tag which meant he was First Gen. Watching him carefully while he drank, Wild Ace studied the First Gen and knew how natural this task came to them while the Alpha Alpha has to complete all these extra steps. The blue liquid once a day, synthetic blood injections every three to six months, cognitive tests and A.I conditioning to keep up to the same standards. Then again, Alpha Alphas were given the high end A.Is without going through the mind breaking challenges that Alpha Company experienced. Tossing the bottle aside, Wild Ace glanced over his tactical pad to see the transfer papers of their newest member as well as new orders to return planet side for patrolling duties.
Gathering this gear, he turned to the new guy as he picked up his rifle for he knew a faster way down. Ordering a Raptor meant waiting on a flight crew but to do a Zero Gravity jump meant putting their gear in a capsule with them in a breakaway hard shell suit which only then they need to be over the target. Securing covers over his magazines and weapons, the first time he conducted the jump, he lost a pair of grenades but this time was hoping to go flawless; "Come. We have orders to go down."
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Post by Arthur 'Viking' Thrax on Jan 12, 2022 3:35:52 GMT -6
Gathering this gear, he turned to the new guy as he picked up his rifle for he knew a faster way down. Ordering a Raptor meant waiting on a flight crew but to do a Zero Gravity jump meant putting their gear in a capsule with them in a breakaway hard shell suit which only then they need to be over the target. Securing covers over his magazines and weapons, the first time he conducted the jump, he lost a pair of grenades but this time was hoping to go flawless; "Come. We have orders to go down." It was odd returning to duty after so long but when the Base Commander saw his name on a manifest...well once more he picked up his rifle once. His brother died before Harperson gave him the offer to test this A.I and only one of his sons got to experience one of the bad ones. This kid here appeared to be chill though no name other than his call sign on his ACU which meant he wasn't Harperson's batch but likely someone else picked up the program. Putting his call sign on his jacket, Viking picked up his modernized M14 with his rucksack as he walked with Wild Ace down to the lower holds. Tucking his gear in the capsule, the kid programmed landing coordinates for the pods which meant they would have to land nearby.
Forty years of staying in shape and pushing his body to the extreme but now skydiving from orbit was a new extreme. Slipping on a chute, the pods went first while they buttoned up only to run out of the room to start the fall. Falling, the two suits kept beside one another while punching through the atmosphere, heat filling the suit with small fans keeping them cool...
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Mar 4, 2024 20:59:00 GMT -6
Decades in the military. Decades of following orders and other than a pension and an okay retirement he didn't really get to keep anything other than his A.I who didn't like coming here. With his girlfriend back in the Fleet, Jonathan needed to get off Kobol and well the packet for Avalon was quite enticing. Handing his luggage and packs over to customs as well as his sidearm, he was assigned quarters to rest on the station while they worked on his citizenship. The sacrifice was worth it and the view from here wasn't so bad...
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