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Post by Administrator on Apr 9, 2010 15:38:19 GMT -6
The Captains Quarters
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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 Apr 10, 2010 22:30:27 GMT -6
As I walk into my quarters, on board the new CMS Marauder, I look around the place.
"Man, this is even better than my old ship. Ok, gotta put everything away and then head to the Bridge and see what we got going on."
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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 Mar 18, 2011 13:46:53 GMT -6
Sitting in his quarters, Joseph continues to look at the reports concerning the loading of supplies and equipment onto the ship. Soon, the ship will be completely filled with crates and boxes of all sizes and descriptions. In his own quarters, which he is now sharing with his XO, there are boxes stacked to the ceiling and secured to the bulkheads. The XO's room is being used to cram as much stuff into it as possible. As crowded as it will be, all this is necessary if they are to be able to bring back as much as possible, not to mention needing supplies for the trip back to the Colonies and then back here. Joseph picks up the reports concerning the Fleet ships that will be accompanying them back and sees they are almost half-way through the loading procedures. he realizes they are going to definitely need more ships and he knows just where to get them. Grabbing the comm unit on his desk, Joseph calls to the Bridge.
"Bridge, this is the Captain, have the XO come to my quarters please."
As the voice on the other end complies, Joseph grabs the current list of available civilian ships. The knock on the door tells him the XO must have been close by.
"Enter."
The XO enters the room.
"XO, sit down, please. I've been going over the loading reports and we're going to come up short of ships. I need you to get in touch with some of the other civilian Captains and ask for their assistance."
The XO sits there, chewing on a straw.
"Sure thing. Who do you want me to start with?"
"The larger freighters and cargo ships but we need as many of them to agree as possible. I know there's money to be made running supplies all around the system but we need those ships. The Fleet is about half loaded and there are still tons and tons of supplies, gear, equipment and what not that will be left over. We've used every available bit of space on every ship and it just isn't going to be enough."
"Let me see what I can come up with then. Anything else?"
Joseph thought for a moment.
"Yeah, be sure to let them know they will be paid for this, that should help. If it doesn't, then remind them who is providing all that fuel for their ships and also that the Fleet has yet to fully tap their crews for service in the Fleet. They should get the message then."
"I didn't think blackmail was your style?"
"Blackmail? Who said anything about blackmailing them? I'm just pointing out the obvious, that's all."
"Sure, and I'm a Scorpia tiger in disguise. I'll be back as soon as I can. We've still got a few of our crew to get back from the yard."
"very well, I'll see you when you return and hopefully, you'll have good news."
Joseph smiles as the XO exits his quarters, then gets back to going over reports.
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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 Mar 26, 2011 23:24:05 GMT -6
Joseph sat there at his desk, looking over the recent reports of civilian ships that had agreed to accompany him back to the Colonies. So far, 7 cargo ships and 11 transports had signed on. As soon as they arrived here at the Terran Station, the loading of supplies would begin. Joseph decided perhaps it was time to take a quick nap. Taking off his shirt, he walked over to his bunk and lay on it, immediately falling asleep.
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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 Apr 19, 2011 11:35:33 GMT -6
Sitting at his desk, Joseph went over reports and paperwork pertaining to the vast array of ships now assembling for the mission. Rubbing his eyes, he was no longer able to concentrate. Getting up from his chair, Joseph walked out of his quarters and headed to the Galley for some coffee.
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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 Feb 9, 2013 20:21:45 GMT -6
Joseph entered his quarters, looking at his watch. Good, he wasn't late for his own meting with the General and Colonel. Well, former Colonel, now Senior Tech Advisor. Walking over to his desk, he sat down, picking up the folder laying there. Opening it, he started to read over the letter from the President, given to him several months ago when he returned from his mission to the Colonies. Why the President trusted him so much, he couldn't understand.
Joseph made it no secret his dislike for the Cylons and even against direct orders from the Admiralty, he still refused to permit one of them to be a member of his crew, or even as a passenger for that matter. Yes, he as aware that many rebel Cylons had joined the Fleet, had even built and crewed their own civilian ships. The technology and experience they brought to the Fleet was invaluable. He just had a problem with tens of billions of people being killed and slaughtered, all at the hands of their kind. Still, he respected the decision of those who wanted no war with humanity and had decided to help them fight off those who still wanted to see humanity wiped from the universe. That's why he agreed to assist the President.
Taking a cigarillo from the silver case in his breast pocket, Joseph lit it up and inhaled deeply. The taste filled his mouth, the smoke passing into his throat and lungs. The narcotic effect was felt immediately, the warmth spreading across his entire body. The aroma filled the room, the scent a combination of apples and cinnamon. Joseph was lucky to have these, then again had it not been for a cargo ship from Virgon joining up with them right after the Cylon attack, there wouldn't have been a supply of over one hundred thousand cases of Virgon's finest tobacco products available. Strict rationing had ensured a steady supply to the masses but it was the seedlings and seeds that were aboard that ship that had guaranteed future crops.
Joseph continued reading what the President had written. He wondered just how his two soon to be arriving guests would feel, once they were privy to the contents of the letter.
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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 Feb 13, 2013 22:40:26 GMT -6
Joseph looked at his watch. They had two minutes, then they would be late. Joseph hated being late, especially when it was someone else's fault. He had a schedule to keep, was waiting to hear from his Chief Engineer as to the progress of the repairs, and still had to see to it the President's wishes were carried out.
There was also the matter of finding the 'ghost' fleet the President had sent to points unknown. He was surprised that the Admiralty hadn't discovered what he and Fleet Admiral Middleton had done, stashing a few ships here and there, mothballing them on paper or flat out reporting them as destrpoyed.
Take the Battlecarrier Pacifica. Twice the size of the largest Battlestar ever built, carrying a crew complement of over ten thousand, two hundred Viper squadrons and twenty Raptor squadrons, plus three hundred fast assault craft to ferry the fifteen hundred Marines she carried, along with their assault equipment, munitions, and supplies. During the last Cylon attack on Terra, the ship was woefully undermanned and carried less than six squadrons of Vipers and one Raptor squadron, The ship took a beating and it was declared she would would be gutted, cannibalized and scrapped. The ship was supposedly moved to the dead ship anchorage way out in the middle of nowhere.
It never made it there, although the official manifest shows her at her designated mooring location.
Joseph had seen the reports on the ferrying of supplies, equipment, personnel, you name it-all being shuttled or transported to fifty different locations-much like a shell game. It was so logistically confusing, even the players behind it all had a hard time keeping up with their efforts to siphon off what was needed. It was the ultimate back-up, back-up plan. There were ships sitting in several different locations, including outside this solar system. A gunstar and a small supply ship here, a battlecruiser and support ship here, a few cargo ships sitting somewhere quietly.
Joseph knew he could count on General Yolander, she was from Canceron. He also had been directed by the President to rely on Clayton Dualla. The President was adamant about that. Drexl he knew not to trust. The link to it all though was the Judge. Of course, it always came back to the Judge, that's what the President had told him. He didn't get it, not until he heard something he still has a hard time believing.
Judge Judith Schwein was over three hundred years old, measured in Colonial time.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Feb 16, 2013 14:36:03 GMT -6
The young crewman led Dualla and Yolander thorugh the corridors of the Marauder to the Captain's quarters. The ship had been one of the backbones of the Colonial Merchant fleet, and was still on the registry at the time Clayton had resigned from the Colonial Fleet.
Some of the corridors of Marauder made him think of Colonial One because of their narrowness and some of the styling elements. Their designs had to have originated on the same Colony because each Colony's shipbuilders made sure that their vessels contained cues of origin. That really helped with the Virgon, Caprican, and Tauran craft. It wasn't so much so with Gememon and Sagittarion ships. The feeling, though, brought back the wealth of memories of Clayton's time aboard Colonial One. He looked down at the rings on his pinky fingers. He did not know or care if Yolander was watching him; they were his memories.
Shortly, they arrived at a hatch no different from the others. The crewman knocked, and they were admitted. Clayton had checked his chronometer and compared it to the ship's while they were on the way, and he knew that they were close. He let Yolander go first since she was the ranking official. Even if they disregarded the military/civilian part of it, Clayton would have to be SecDef to be Yolander's boss.
"Her we are, Captain. I know we don't have time to mince words. What is it you wish to share with us?"
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Secretary of Defense Yolander
Civilian Official
Secretary of Defense and Former Marine General
Marine to the end
Posts: 43
Registered: Jul 30, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -6
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Post by Secretary of Defense Yolander on Feb 17, 2013 23:02:23 GMT -6
Jasmine followed the young crewman through the winding corridors of the Marauder. She had been on quite a few merchant ships, more so ever since the fall of the Colonies. Being a Colonial Marine officer meant commanding teams of Marines, teams that had been pressed into service as police on board the many civilian ships that had left the Colonies. It wasn't a job suited for Marines. She had despised performing that duty but had accepted it because without her and those Marines, there would have been anarchy in the Fleet. She had become somewhat knowledgeable regarding the main ship designs but the Marauder was different.
The ship had been designed and built on Aerilon as a heavy transport but had endured a number of design modifications over the years. There were a number of her class still serving in the Fleet and all had experienced makeovers, so much so that on the inside, no two ships were the same. The exteriors were identical, with a few small, almost unnoticeable modifications dotting the hulls.
Jasmine was impressed with the ships weapons systems. The Marauder was perhaps the most heavily armed merchant ship in the Fleet with enough firepower to rival a light cruiser. She could see why the President had entrusted Markus with whatever mission he had. She was curious to hear what the man had to say. Even if there were no truth to the rumors of a coup, the fact there were even rumors was enough to cause problems.
She stopped when the crewman and Clayton stopped at a hatch. Looking at Clayton, the man smiled and motioned for her to enter first. Protocol. It always came down to protocol. She nodded and entered the room. Sitting at a desk was Markus, reading some papers. The man looked up as they entered the room. Nice furnishings. Not the Spartan vision she had in her mind. Markus actually had some refinement and class in him after all. Stepping to the desk, she looked at the man.
"Well Captain, here we are, as the Colonel just stated. Now what?"
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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 Feb 17, 2013 23:42:52 GMT -6
Joseph looked up when the hatch opened. He looked at his watch. Right on time. He looked back down at the last page of the report as the figures of Clayton and Yolander entered, Yolander first. Waiting for them to finish speaking, Joseph got up from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk, motioning for them to sit. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, Joseph reached for a decanter sitting on the small round table in front of them. Taking three glasses, he poured them a glass of fruit flavored water.
"Please, sit down. We haven't much time and I have a lot to go over. Sorry, this is the best I can offer under the circumstances. It's surprisingly good tasting though, some sort of local favorite on the planet."
Taking a sip, Joseph set the glass down on the table. Taking a cigarillo from his pocket, he looked at both of them before lighting, offering them one.
"Mind?"
With no objections, Joseph lit the slim brown cigarillo. Inhaling, he looked up and exhaled after a few seconds. Smiling, he looked at Clayton.
"One of my few guilty pleasures, these and a shot of Virgon potato liquor every now and then. Well, let's get started, shall we?."
Joseph picked up the papers, looking for the first page. Looking at it, he read for a second, then looked at Clayton.
"Colonel, er I mean Mr. Dualla, the President made it very clear to me that I should be very reliant on you and your invaluable expertise. I took the liberty of reviewing your service history. It helps being a senior officer in the Fleet. That, and having a few good contacts at Fleet HQ. I see why the President valued you so much. There's trouble brewing in the Fleet and two of the conspirators are conveniently on board this ship. We'll get to them in a bit though.
The Terrans are making a move to take control of the planets government, now that the President has officially disbanded the Colonial government, everything falls on the Terrans, who have been running the day to day operations of the planet anyways. What certain people want though it complete power-military and economic. They want our technology, or more specific, they want control of our Fleet. And to do that, they need people on the inside. That's where our two friends come in.
There is a group within the Terram hierarchy known as the Nationalists. They are die hard separatists. They want control over everything and everyone but are smart enough to realize they cannot control us, the Colonials, at least not in the way they wish to control some indigenous groups. With our technology, in the form of our military prowess, they can see those wishes turn into reality. From what the President told me, they plan on going after the Gondawans first. They still blame them for the war that almost wiped this planet clean some two thousand years ago. The President also told me something about all of that but we'll cover that later. Our biggest issue is the seizure of Fleet assets, starting with Fleet HQ. Right now, there are still too many people loyal to the President and Fleet Admiral Middleton that stand in the way but if the two clowns on board are able to send out a few orders here and there, that wouldn't make any difference.
The two Terran officers killed by our Gondawan passenger were Nationalists. Gorno was sent here to make certain they didn't succeed in furthering along the coup. As far as the Nationalists know, the Terran generals are still alive, since their bodies are in our morgue. That gives us an edge, one of many. Our most important one is the Judge. She's the key to all of this. Her death would give the Nationalists a free hand in all that they wish to accomplish, so you can both see her importance. The President told me she's survived so many attempts on her life that there are many who believe she cannot be killed. When he told me her real age, I didn't believe him. When he showed me the proof, I understood what he was saying."
Joseph took another sip, and a drag on the cigarillo.
"General, Mr. Dualla, Judge Schwein is over three hundred Colonial years of age. She didn't get there by being stupid. She has her hands in every aspect of everything that happens on Terra, and she's had them there for a long time. The Judge is no ordinary Terran. The President told me that she's got Gondawan DNA. When I asked him how it was obtained, he told me it wasn't easy. Seems one of our operatives got lucky and was able to get a single strand of her hair. I'm sure you're wondering what that has to do with all of this. Well, it explains why she is protective of the Gondawans and has always blocked any attempt at a military incursion into the Highlands. But the kicker is, she isn't a Gondawan, she only shares some DNA with them, which also means she shares DNA with the descendants of the Thirteenth Tribe, which means she shares Cylon DNA. But there's more."
Joseph knew he was throwing a lot at Clayton and Jasmine but he had to get it all out and he had very little time left to do so. As soon as the repairs were completed, they would go back to the planet and deliver the two Admirals to forces loyal to the President. The Judge would go and rally those Terran forces waiting for her return and deal with the take over of the government.
"What I need to know Colonel, what will Drexl do? I know he plays all angles. He can profit from several sides of this and come out smelling like an Aerilon day flower in full bloom. The problem is, he can swing this whichever way he chooses. The President didn't trust him but he said to never underestimate the man. You know him better than anyone, with the exception of the Judge. What are your thoughts?"
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Feb 23, 2013 11:11:45 GMT -6
"My thoughts? First of all, I've only known him for a few weeks. To know him better than anyone but the judge is being very, very complimentary of my abilities as a judge of character." Clayton did not feel at all that he knew Drexl better than anyone except Judith.
"But I can suggest that the best way to deal with someone like him is to make him at least think that what's in his best interest is what is also in the best interest of the Terra and the government he's working with. We have to make sure that he will 'swing' our way and not think that he'd profit most by doing something like selling us out to the Cylons or the Brown Coats or whatever." It really wasn't that much different from dealing with anybody, just a lot more dangerous. Everybody had a nature in them that could make two parties allies one minute and enemies the next. In cases of James Sirius Zachary Drexl, the risks were a lot higher.
"He has to think that working with us, and me - is most profitable to him. The devil will be in the details, though. How much we have to manage or micromanage to keep tabs on him or to keep ahead of him. If he has finger in so many pies, we have to know the pies and stick our own fingers in them without his knowing or caring." Clayton didn't think that he would become babysitter to a loose cannon. He'd been considered on himself, back in his Colonial days. He wondered if this was karma?
"The Judge herself is as much a question mark as he is. Think about it: a three-hundred-year-old person is going to have a different outlook on life, politics, war, than the rest of us, by dint of experience. I'm not saying that she's a ruthless profiteer the way I'm hearing about Drexl, but she will have her own priorities that may be different than ours. Remember, to her, we're children by comparison. "
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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 Feb 24, 2013 0:47:22 GMT -6
Joseph listened to what Clayton said. True, the man only started working with Drexl a few weeks ago but in that time, he knew Clayton had learned a thing or two about the man. As for the Judge, from what the President had told him, the woman seemed more concerned about the welfare of the people than in amassing power. Ageless as she appeared, the woman did not come across as power hungry. Joseph took a sip of his drink and then looked at Clayton and Jasmine.
"We'll have to make certain Drexl doesn't figure out he's being humored and we have to make certain that he gets the whole "I-need-to-be-on-the-side-of-the-good-guys" game plan without him seeing us as weak or compromised. The problem is the bad guys wanting our tech, and getting it handed to them like we did when we gave them their own fleet. To our advantage though, those ships are crewed with a mixture of Colonials, Terrans and Cylons, the Colonial type."
Joseph looked down at a piece of paper, then continued.
"What the President could never figure out was why they want our tech, specifically FTL. Our scientific types had been digging around the Terran archives, trying to learn about their past, about the great calamity that befell them some two thousand years ago. What they came across was a big surprise. Seems the Terrans, before the place was called Terra, well they had ships, space faring ships. Not exactly a fleet like ours, but something similar. Back then, there were various political and geographical factions on the planet, and humanity being what it is, there were wars.
The President figures they want to return to those glory days. Either that, or they plan on going out looking for the ships that escaped after the Gondawans showed up. Seems days after the big calamity, the ships either disappeared or landed, never to fly again. Technology was suppressed but not lost. Deep underground in the Restricted Zone, there is a great Terran city, hidden under kilometers of solid rock and ice. There lies all the 'lost' Terran technology, technology that rivals not just our own, but that of the Cylons. That's what the Nationalists want but they can't get their hands on it, for whatever reason. And that's where the Judge and the others like her enter the picture."
Joseph stood up and stretched, walking over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. Opening it, he removed a piece of paper and unfolded it. Looking at Clayton and Jasmine, he smiled.
"What I have here are the coordinates to one of only two points of entry to that buried city but there is no way any of us could ever hope to get inside. However, the Judge can. And so can the Gondawan, Gorno. The other one person who could get inside is back on Terra, on Eresea. The Terran operative, Marla I believe. Seems they all have the same DNA, or similar at least. The Nationalists know there are officers within our Fleet who want to attack the Cylon home world, to end this senseless war. Of course, both the President and Fleet Admiral Middleton know how much of a mistake that would be. As of now, the Fleet is once again scattered. The Cylons will certainly be planning an attack, that's a given.
With the Fleet away, including a good chunk of the Terran military, the Nationalists hope to capitalize on the lack of oversight. Most of their military assets are located in the northern hemisphere. The Nationalists regard the people in the south as, well, backwards. They look down upon them and that can be used to our advantage. Eresea is the main power base in the south, which is a concern that the former SecDef chose there to kidnap the President. Nobody can truly be trusted General, Colonel. Our two friends on board are proof positive of that."
Joseph walked back to the chair and sat back, somewhat drained from all of this. Just as he was about to suggest a small break, there was a knock at the hatch. Getting up, he walked over and opened it. Standing there in front of him was an older looking man, wearing the uniform of a Colonial Officer. The man smiled, then walked into the room.
"Forgive me for being late Captain. I was just finishing up with the repairs to the mainframe. Put in a few more layers of firewalls just to be safe. Never can trust those pesky toasters, you know?"
Joseph turned to look at Clayton and Jasmine.
"General Yolander, Colonel Dualla, allow me to introduce Commander Kirby Liverpool, our resident computer guru, on loan from the Battlestar Leonides. Commander Liverpool was sent here by Admiral Middleton. She had a feeling we would need his expertise. So Commander, what else have you come up with?"
Chuckling a little, the man walked over to the desk and set down his bag.
"Well, I've uploaded into the main Fleet computer link-up a neat little virus that should anyone try to access the main comm system to send out any, shall we say, extraordinary movement orders, well that little virus is going to simply shut everything down from wherever the message is sent from. And I mean everything. It'll tear through every system and firewall like a hot knife through butter. It's similar to a logic bomb, only much faster. Of course, the extra firewalls I've installed here are specific to the virus. They will send an anti-virus virus that stops the virus, it simply turns it off. Only a few ships have that, the Leonides and the cruiser Athena. We didn't have the chance to put it on any other ships but I have sent it as an encrypted message to several other ships. Once the message is downloaded, the anti-virus virus will upload and sit idle, until it's needed."
Joseph knew nothing of computers, codes, or firewalls. That's why Middleton sent this man. In his fifties, the man was a computer system genius. He had tore apart and re-created the CNP created by Gaius Baltar, and he also figured out real quick exactly how the Cylons had managed to succeed in their attack on the Colonies. That's why Middleton valued him so much. That, and he was one of the few senior Fleet Commanders that had managed to escape Picon, and had managed to save almost thirty Fleet ships in the process. Looking at Clayton, Joseph spoke, the lack of sleep becoming more evident.
"Colonel, as soon as our repairs are completed, we'll head back to Terra. For the time being, we need to get the Judge and Drexl back to where they belong. In the meantime though, we need to keep our two guests from the Admiralty under wraps, and make certain nothing happens to them, like being killed. Besides the Gondawan, we also have that Carlie McPherson on board and she definitely cannot be trusted."
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Secretary of Defense Yolander
Civilian Official
Secretary of Defense and Former Marine General
Marine to the end
Posts: 43
Registered: Jul 30, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -6
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Post by Secretary of Defense Yolander on Mar 2, 2013 0:16:07 GMT -6
Looking at Clayton, Jasmine was confused about all of this. She wasn't stupid, but she just couldn't figure out how the Terran problems had become Colonial problems. Obviously the good life living on Terra had caused several members of the Admiralty to forget what their jobs were, to protect humanity, not help its demise. She turned to look at Captain Markus.
"So, exactly where do my Marines and I fit into all of this Captain? I mean, there are only a fee squads here on this ship and I can tell you, if those two Admirals are as savvy as I think they are, they've seen to it that our Marines on the surface are busy elsewhere. I can have several of them set up camp in the corridor leading to the Admiral's quarters. That should deter anyone from doing something stupid."
Jasmine really longed for the days of being a member of a ships Marine Detachment. As soon as she got the chance, she was going to let a certain Marine commander know about her feelings on this entire subject. For now, there were coups and assassination attempts to contend with. Giving a slight salute, Jasmine headed for the hatch. Halting for a second, she made an ominous prediction.
"You know, this would be one hell of a time for the Cylons to decide to pop back in with a few basestars and mess things up."
Jasmine thought to herself as she walked out of the room.
Careful what you say Jasmine, things are screwed up enough as they are.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Mar 5, 2013 19:15:45 GMT -6
Clayton had known of the other man by reputation, though the revaluations about his reverse-engineering one of Baltar's creations was impressive. It had given Dualla headaches when he tried it, and that was with Harry Harrison and Doc Savage working as well. That this man did what three others who were pretty good around software gave the Saggiataron a greater measure of respect. He would like to talk shop with Liverpool. Clayton had a bunch of ideas of his own, but he wasn't about to discuss them with James Drexl, not yet at least. That Liverpool was so trusted while the other man was not made Dualla both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.
Carly McPherson another traitor? Oy vey, this was worse than the worst of Colonial intrigue. Clayton longed for the days of Galactica. Back then, Commander Wagner and XO Donovan dealt with that kind of stuff and let Dualla stick to pure science and technology, where he was most useful. He'd gotten a glimpse of what Alexandra Skulbaka was involved in, and he wondered if Phineas Doral was as deep in it as she was.
When he heard Markus comment that Judith and Doral needed to be back where they belong, he knew that it meant off my ship.
Just then, he heard a rap at the hatch and waited for the Captain to either answer it and ignore it.
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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 Mar 6, 2013 20:13:21 GMT -6
Joseph was about to say something to Clayton when another knock came at his door. He was tired, hungry and needed a shower. Going to the door, he was in shock when he saw standing in front of him, none other than....
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