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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 5, 2021 13:42:37 GMT -6
Recently rediscovered, Ares has ancient cities that were from the First Colonist, Prisons established after the Corinth/Sparta War and Shipyards hidden by Fleet Headquarters. The back water of the Terran Star System, Ares as filled with adventure and emptiness for the winds slowly shift thus hide everything below the sand and with the low gravity often aids in hiding.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 15, 2021 4:35:34 GMT -6
...appearing in a white flash of light, flames erupted from the engines though they weren't meant to be on fire as the ship fell. Having them remove the floor panels, the chopper was in a spinning free fall with pieces being ripped off. Ejecting the twin pylons with the engines, the FTL on top of the ship was leaking fuel as the drive itself was reaching critical overload. Dropping out one by one, Michael went to drop out but instead the craft rolled and threw him out as he fell to the surface... Waking up in the sand, the only alarm going off was one indicating low temperatures for the sun was dropping below the horizon. Switching off the alarm, Michael noticed no Marines or SFs around him which meant he was cut off from the group. Dropping off the jet pack, his tactical pad connected with the network of Ares but no solid direction to go. Flipping on helmet lights, he holstered his pistol as he whispered to Aura; 'I know you saved my ass so you pick them direction.' Turning to the Northwest, Aura appeared beside him in a similar space suit with no patches; 'Saw something this direction while saving your ass...do you still dream of her?' Staying silent, Mike knew that was not worthy of answering for he figured he was dead thus dreamed of her. Her, their kids and a life far different of this one...maybe for him that was heaven.
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Oct 16, 2021 14:38:47 GMT -6
Landing in the sand with Oliver and Samuel, Gabriel tore away his chute as he watched the craft burn through the sky. Twelve hours of oxygen but no damn direction but he was in his environment as he knelt down, picking up some sand as he ran it through his fingers. A skill he learned on Tauron and one useful to him when he didn't have eye sight. The sand as course but jagged only by the air not by boots but small microscopic lumps of metal suggesting it was flown here by transport. The pieces had a unified direction...a direction for them but it was going to get cold soon; "Northwest."
Now a direction they had but a lot of ground to cover and they rebreathers couldn't compensate for the energy they needed. If the Terrans did hide a shipyard out here then they had a cheap way to get to it and that is what they needed. Lowering the visor, he started jogging through the sand but unsure if the other groups were ahead or behind...maybe once there they have a way of finding out.
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Post by Lt. Oliver Hudson on Oct 16, 2021 14:48:40 GMT -6
Landing in the sand with Oliver and Samuel, Gabriel tore away his chute as he watched the craft burn through the sky. Twelve hours of oxygen but no damn direction but he was in his environment as he knelt down, picking up some sand as he ran it through his fingers. A skill he learned on Tauron and one useful to him when he didn't have eye sight. The sand as course but jagged only by the air not by boots but small microscopic lumps of metal suggesting it was flown here by transport. The pieces had a unified direction...a direction for them but it was going to get cold soon; "Northwest." Now a direction they had but a lot of ground to cover and they rebreathers couldn't compensate for the energy they needed. If the Terrans did hide a shipyard out here then they had a cheap way to get to it and that is what they needed. Lowering the visor, he started jogging through the sand but unsure if the other groups were ahead or behind...maybe once there they have a way of finding out. Kobol. Terra. Now Ares...he signed on for adventure not to die in Terra's frakkin sandbox with the Savior of Kobol and a former blind guy. Wait a former blind guy who can read sand? How the frak does that work? They lost this war...obviously the Cylons know something they don't and his home in Frondal is gone. Was he siding with the Cylons? Now but trying to make sense of it all...maybe that was the issue. The Cylons had feared them till now and suddenly had the upper hand...maybe they get help? Jogging through the sand, Oliver could only think and wonder if this mystery ship even existed though the Admiral is a man who hasn't led them off course. His wife was a person of total respect and he saved Oliver his first week on Kobol so maybe this blind Tauron knows who where he's at and maybe some salvation.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Oct 16, 2021 17:41:51 GMT -6
Dropping the parachute, Jonathan glanced over at Victor and John who had recovered as well with the chopper breaking up above them. Connecting the bundles of rope to his waist, Jonathan let out a small chuckle as the Marines landed beside them; "Guess this was Plan B."
"Sir, Plan B? Are you saying the Admiral planned this?"
Turning to the Marine as they began folding up the parachutes for later usage, Jonathan paid attention to the brief plan that Michael had formulated; "Out of everyone here who scored top of their class in Terran War College prior to the last war," noticing no hands as he stuffed the chute in the pack, "SFs don't have to go to War College but Michael did. He explained his plan while we were on the way to Terra and then ignored it till the right time. Cylons think they won but Independence has yet to arrive and we're in the desert to even the odds," noticing a smile on Jonathan's face, "Plan B it is," getting a quick glance on the way down and noticing some moisture in the air...west it is.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 17, 2021 2:52:43 GMT -6
Static filled the channels as he trekked through the icy sand, sweat poured down his face for he knew now this landing was shite. Likely he fractured a few ribs on landing and now had an infection that Aura was in the middle of treating. One eye focused on the path before him and the other on this alternative life that his fractured mind was more comfortable with. He could hear her voice with the kids in the background, she was happy while he was finding a location where this home was. Whispering to her in Old Tauron, he had perfected her language but knew with no one around that his words would go unnoticed; "I can't do this alone. I've always been stronger with you but alone...alone...I'm lost."
"You're not alone, sir, as long as you have that memory," jogging up to the man as Tom lifted him up by his bad side, "since she passed you've been bloody trying to join her. She's with the Gods and likely making the place better but, sir, you die here and how the hell do you expect us to win?"
Grabbing onto the flight suit, Michael let the other memory fade as he let Aura work on this ribs. He already told everyone the plan and no one listened even more Titan was a shot in the dark. Maybe the ship could fly or maybe they sat the war out...or Samantha finally gained him some luck with the Gods for his personal supply was nearly out; "Just need to get to the top of the plateau," feeling a bit better, "and hope you all can still listen to frakkin orders."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Oct 17, 2021 3:22:41 GMT -6
Last one out as well, Tom had run across Michael while the man stumbled in the sand from both an injury and exhaustion. Its been days since Tom and the others slept and nearly dying from radiation isn't really resting. The fact is, other than the Specialists and Grif, most of them were in their mid 40's doing a job meant for the youth. They had the experience but past that their age was starting to show on Kobol...reaction times slowing down and less willing to so stupid things though last few days counter that last statement. Watching Michael lay down into the sand, he knew the man could easily die now with zero regrets but not happening today...
"You're not alone, sir, as long as you have that memory," jogging up to the man as Tom lifted him up by his bad side, "since she passed you've been bloody trying to join her. She's with the Gods and likely making the place better but, sir, you die here and how the hell do you expect us to win?"
Reaching the plateau, he could see a single platform with an elevator attached to the rock face as they walked over to it. They all assumed they would see scaffolds with a massive ship in the air but this plateau was huge and likely chosen to hide the ship itself. Stepping onto level ground, the man were already here and down below was the Titan finishing up construction thanks to the bots.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 19, 2021 17:47:30 GMT -6
Tapping the lift down to the tucked away Battlestar, the ship was massive and while they descended slowly came to life with drones buzzing past them. Where the Colonials created massive shipyards in orbit, the Terrans took an old fortress on Ares and readapted it to a shipyard meant for only one ship. Spotting the name tucked under the head, Titan BSG-77, a Battlestar with a battle group that doesn't exist. Spotting ports being loaded with crates of munitions, it was likely Terra always meant to have this ship combat ready but no matter she'll get her day. The lift stopped on the edge of the flight pod, most of the painting was covered in miles of plastic to protect it but he was paying attention to that. The ball turrets along the roof with Gatlin guns suggesting Terra added extra layers of protection for them pilots considering heavy raiders have landed here in the past. Taking the maintenance ladder down, they came out to a familiar sight with worker bots preparing Vipers for first time flight. Plastic being pulled from the floors with holographic displays beginning Day One booting. Lights flickering on as he turned to the dazed SFs, knowing this was a first time experience for all of them; "Samuel, John and Tom prepare three Vipers to your liking as well as to long term usage," watching the man walk away as the sensors on his suit indicated there was now a proper atmosphere meaning the ship has pressurized. Removing his helmet, the hatch slid open to a sight unfamiliar to them.
Stepping into the corridor, he turned to Victor and the rest as the lights came on once more; "Get the engines on as well as FTL and anything else we need. I'll be in the CIC but we are already behind schedule," watching them rush off while he walked. This ship was clearly Terran with the maintenance panels visible as well hallway design that showed it was about the lack of elegance but more of the mere form. Thinking about his time on the War College, his plan countered the full attack of the Cylons but the patience they now had. Obviously their channels were insecure but that was expected and with reports rolling in on his tactical pad it showed Kobol had declared war with the Cylons responding in kind. No nukes used on Kobol shows that they respect the planet but also that Jack saw something he missed. Approaching the CIC, the glass doors opened to the smaller CIC that fitted a Mercury Class but they had inserted their own technology.
Walking around the table, this was bulky but was built to survive the harsh reality of this ship. Dradis and other systems began to boot up with the name Titan BSG-77 appearing to be free floating as he leaned on the table. Their time would come soon...
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 19, 2021 22:31:43 GMT -6
Titan BSG-77 : Engineering
Jogging down the stairs, he could hear the hum of the batteries and knew as they explored then the strain would be too much. Reaching the master controls, he began the booting cycle with the fuel pumps and reactors booting up as well as the cooling systems came online. Setting the engines for an idle boot, the system indicated that the FTL drives were ready for usage with the new adaptive hybrid controls set on the drives. These controls would extend FTL jumps further than Colonial Battlestars with an emulator to replicate the input that of a hybrid yet without a hybrid in use. Cylon technology was rare on the Titan but this piece meant for the first time cool down times were shortened and jumps extended. Air purification systems with water filtration was now coming online with the automated systems topping the vessel off on both fuel and water while the munitions kept being loaded.
Feeling rumbling under his feet, the shipyard began lifting the Battlestar out of the hole into launch position. Retracting the pods, the shipyard rushed itself to prepare the ship so it could build another ship if need be.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Oct 21, 2021 3:00:37 GMT -6
Slowly moving a Mark 7 to the tube, the deck plating lifted up to reveal six multi vector missiles that had their own micro warheads and even missile evasion systems. Watching while the missiles attach to the wings, the cannons finished with the auto loading as he printed his name on the nose with the Terran flag. Noticing John doing the same but with a single gold stripe down the middle to signify his SF status while equipping eight armor piercing missiles. While Tom went more for the cannon package which meant another pair of cannons with one board missile jammer/enhancer.
He had been trained in how to fly and maneuver Colonial Vipers but these ships felt less Colonial and more Terran with warnings posted on the airframe.
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Post by Lt. Oliver Hudson on Oct 21, 2021 11:01:19 GMT -6
Stepping into the CIC, Oliver took a seat at fire control and began reviewing the notes the Admiral wrote down as he set the CWIS and point defense to thermal IFF detection settings. Setting up sectors, he noticed weapons hid in the engine pods which would be useful but noticed that the forward batteries that contained the rail gun technology wasn't online yet. 8 forward rail guns still booting up as the electrical amplifiers came online one by one. Separating the system in half, he set the other half to Victor's console as the glass doors closed after Jonathan entered to begin the FTL computations.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Oct 22, 2021 8:04:58 GMT -6
Stepping into the CIC, Oliver took a seat at fire control and began reviewing the notes the Admiral wrote down as he set the CWIS and point defense to thermal IFF detection settings. Setting up sectors, he noticed weapons hid in the engine pods which would be useful but noticed that the forward batteries that contained the rail gun technology wasn't online yet. 8 forward rail guns still booting up as the electrical amplifiers came online one by one. Separating the system in half, he set the other half to Victor's console as the glass doors closed after Jonathan entered to begin the FTL computations.
Loading up saved coordinates to Terra on his tactical pad, he slipped in the CIC as the power switched from batteries to reactors with Victor coming in through the upper maintenance entrance. Plugging the tactical pad into the console, Jonathan pulled the platinum jump key from the box as he spoke softly; "Prepare for jump in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...JUMP!" As they prepared to jump, the station removed itself from underneath the Titan as the ship hovered in position before jumping. Disappearing in a white light, the Titan sent out a massive bubble sending out dust as the ship disappeared...
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