Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Oct 29, 2010 23:08:23 GMT -6
Tired of waiting for someone to arrive and meet with her, Carlie gets up from the couch in the Lobby, tossing the newspaper down. Walking up to the Marines sitting at the Desk, Carlie growls at them.
"Tell your General Castorious that I do not take well to having to wait when I have an appointment. It shall not be forgotten any time soon."
And with that, Carlie stormed off towards the elevators, muttering to herself.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Nov 24, 2010 22:29:16 GMT -6
As the vehicle carrying J and Elea pulled in front of the building, J gave Elea a quick kiss before running into the building, flashing his ID to the Marines on duty. Stepping into the elevator, J waited to arrive on the third floor and to his office.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Nov 29, 2010 21:36:36 GMT -6
Walking into the office, J noticed the place was jumping with Marine and Fleet Officers. J looked around the reception area and noticed his Aide, Colonel Raul Gomez waving to him. J made his way to the Colonel.
"So, what's the story?"
"General, the Fleet has detected a ship, not Cylon and not Colonial, out past the Supply Station."
"Ok, so how does that involve us?"
"The ship is 116 AU from the Station."
"Ok, I'm still not getting it."
"Sir, at 116 AU, we shouldn't be picking it up as well as we are."
"Are those images taken from the telescope at the Station?"
"Yes Sir."
Colonel Gomez unrolled the large picture, which was basically a star map. Pointing to the location of the object, J immediately saw the concern.
"Gods, 116 AU and even through the scope, it's a big ship. Any attempts to contact it?"
"Yes Sir, no luck. The Fleet is sending out everything it can get crewed up. The Sovereign is leaving Ares Station now, only about a quarter of her crew is on board."
"Ok, so I guess the Admiral is in a tissy and is concerned about how many Marines we have."
"Well, there is another issue. We've detected a camp near the Orlan Forest, and as you know, the Terrans do not permit us to fly over the area in Vipers or Raptors. We got a snapshot from higher up. Here's the images."
Colonel Gomez shows J several pictures taken from a High Altitude Raptor. The outline of a crude camp could be made out. J knew that this could only mean trouble. And that trouble could only be the Terran Liberation Front.
"How many are there?"
"Estimates are about 100 but it gets better. There are Cylons there, a few Doral models and at least one Cavil, plus about 30 Centurions. We know they're stragglers left behind from the last Cylon landing some years ago, but we were never able to track them down."
"Until now, and the fact they are at a TLF camp confirms our suspicions. That's all we need, an uprising plus an unidentified ship. Have a team sent out there."
"Already ahead of you Sir. I've sent out two recon teams. They should be there within the hour."
"Good, keep me appraised. I'll be in my office Colonel."
"Yes Sir."
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 2, 2010 19:53:21 GMT -6
Yelling out to the Marine Sergeant on duty, J asks about his wife.
"Sergeant, would you make certain that my wife made it home all right and then bring me the latest report on the recon team to the Orlan Forest?"
"Right away Sir."
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 4, 2010 23:17:44 GMT -6
Having been informed that his wife was at home, J relaxed for just a moment. He knew that something was about to happen, but when? J glanced at the latest Marine troop strength report. They needed new recruits and fast. He was still being pestered by Fleet Personnel to begin accepting Terran nationals into the Colonial Marine Corps but he wasn't prepared to do that, not until the Terrans started giving him straight answers about the fate of the CMS Gondawa's crew and passengers. J got up from his desk and walked out to the outer office. Spotting a Captain, he walked up to him.
"Captain, prepare a raptor. I'm taking a little tour."
"Uh, yes Sir. Should I have your detail readied as well?"
"Yes, have them at the raptor in five minutes. I'll be there by then."
"Yes Sir. Where should I log your destination as?"
"The Gondawa region."
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Post by fleetops on Mar 11, 2011 20:09:22 GMT -6
In the office of the Deputy Commander of Colonial Marine Forces-Terra Major Frieda Goldstein entered the reception area of the Deputy Commander's office, Colonel Jasmine Yolander, with the recent news of the whereabouts of General Castorious. She stood there, waiting for the Master Sergeant on duty to look up. When he did, the Major announced herself. "Major Goldstein to see the Deputy Commander with news of General Castorious." "Right away Major. Please go in." Frieda nodded to the Master Sergeant and entered the Colonel's office. Seeing the Colonel on the phone, she stood there, waiting. Colonel Yolander looked up and saw Frieda standing there. "Will, let me call you back. One of my Comm Officers just walked in and from the look on her face, she's got some news for me. Okay, talk to you later then. Bye." Looking at Frieda, Colonel Yolander got up from her seat and walked around her desk to greet her. "Frieda, it's so good to see you. What's it been, a few months now? What, do they keep the doors locked over at the Comm Center or what?" "Jasmine, it's always good to see you as well. Picked up a message from the Fleet Comm people. They detected a signal, one coming from the general's personal communicator. They've traced it to the highland region of Gondawa, right near where that caliph of the Gondawan people is located." "Well, at least we can confirm who has him. But why take him there, to their council? Unless, they plan on bringing him up on charges of some sort." Major Goldstein looked at the Colonel, somewhat shocked at the comment. "Charges? What charges? He's a Colonial Marine officer, he was on official business." Colonel Yolander looked down at the floor and laughed a bit. "Well, that's the funny part, he wasn't, so as far as the Gondawans are concerned, he was trespassing. Now do you see where I'm going with this? My guess is the council will question him as to why he was where he was and then turn him over to the Terran's due to the fact they have the only legal court system on this planet." "Well, what about our JAG people?" "They can defend him, as they surely will, but this isn't a Fleet or even Colonial matter, it's planetary oriented, meaning the Terrans will be forced to deal with this. This is the worst time for this to happen, what with the planned rescue mission to the Colonies in the works and all. I'll pass it along to the Fleet Admiral so she can let the civvies know." "Well, I don't envy you or the Admiralty on this one Jasmine. Well, gotta be getting back to my section. Hey, we should grab lunch soon." "That would be great Frieda. Say hello to Tom and Jela for me when you see them." "Will do tonight, they take over for me when my shift is done." Major Goldstein waved to Colonel Yolander as she turned and walked out the door, heading back to the Comm Center. Colonel Yolander picked up the phone and asked to be connected to the Fleet Admiral. "Get me the Fleet Admiral will you George? Thanks."
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Post by fleetops on Mar 11, 2011 20:28:02 GMT -6
As Colonel Jasmine Yolander, Deputy Marine Commander The phone call comes through from Colonel Yolander's office. The Fleet Admiral's assistant picks up the phone. "Office of the Fleet Admiral, may I help you?" "This is the Deputy Marine Commander's office calling. Please stand by for Colonel Yolander." The Master Sergeant then transferred the call to Colonel Yolander's desk, hanging up when he was finished. Colonel Yolander picked up the call and spoke. "This is Colonel Yolander, I need to speak to the Fleet Admiral and I'll be glad to hold the line." As the phone rang a few times, Colonel Yolander wondered how the Admiral or the President would handle this situation. Suddenly, the voice of the Fleet Admiral was on the line. "Colonel Yolander, how good to hear from you. I take it you have some news about the general for me?" "Admiral, Fleet Comm informed us that they have picked up a signal from the general's personal communicator and have traced it to the Gondawan region, the council to be exact." Taking in the news for a second, the Admiral thought a moment, then replied. "Colonel, we cannot intervene in this matter. If we do, the rebels will be sure to use it. Besides, the general had no authority to be where he was and the Gondawan council knows it. We both know they won't harm him but perhaps some time-out is necessary for the general." Colonel Yolander chuckled a little. General Castorious could be a bit of a handful at times, especially when it came to this whole missing crew thing. "Yes Sir, but my concern is what they will do to him. I mean, only the Terrans have a court system, so he'll have to be brought before them. But there is also the chance the council will dispose of the matter themselves because we both know he's gonna scream about that missing ships crew, the CMS Gondawa. That's why he went there in the first place. If it hadn't been for the raptor going down, he would've made it to the council's location just fine." "Yes, and that would have started a whole mess for us then as well. I will see to it our JAG people send someone over there to represent him. In the meantime, we have a rescue mission in the works and I need a total count of your Marines here on the planet and in the Fleet. We're not sending anybody back home without ample protection and that means Marines." "Yes Sir, I'll have those numbers to you shortly. With your permission Admiral, I would like to have a few of my pilots flying CAP above the highlands region, to keep an eye on the area." The Admiral wasn't to keen on the idea of Marine pilots flying in that area but she also knew if there were a problem or the order was to extract the general, she would need those Marines on station. Hesitantly, she agreed. "Agreed Colonel but on this condition. Those pilots maintain a high flight above the area. I don't want any low flying stunts, no showing the colors crap, understood? If this turns ugly, your Marines will already be there and that's what I need but I don't need them stirring this pot, are we clear Colonel?" "Crystal clear Admiral. I'll see to it personally that my pilots understand this. There will be no screw ups Admiral, I promise you that." "Very well Colonel, I'm counting on you. We have enough problems as it is. If the Terrans don't do something to the general, I assure you I plan on doing so when he returns. Perhaps sending him back home would do him some good, bring him back to reality. Get me those troop numbers soon Colonel." "Aye Sir, I'll shoot 'em to you shortly." Both the Admiral and Colonel hang up their phones, and both sat there thinking about this entire mess and how quickly it could blow up in their faces.
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Post by fleetops on May 14, 2011 22:08:40 GMT -6
Attention all Colonial Units. Cylon attack on Fleet located at Supply Station. Set CONDITION ONE throughout the Fleet.
The following vessels have been destroyed or damaged:
An unidentified Cylon Heavy Raider has launched several nuclear armed missiles towards the Fleet that is in anchorage, awaiting launching the rescue mission to the Colonies.
The Battlecruisers Archer and Magellan were each hit by one missile a piece, causing moderate damage to their Port Pods.
The Gunstars Cadmus and Ceres both were hit by one missile a piece, however the missiles had struck in the stern, directly into the Engineering sections. Both ships exploded into a thousand little pieces.
Pieces from both ships managed to strike the BSS-966 (Fleet Support Ship) Naru, destroying the ship as well.
The remaining missiles struck in the middle of the civilian ships, which had taken up station closer to the Supply Station. Fortunately, only a few of those ships were damaged, the defensive guns of the station having hit the incoming missiles.
The following civilian ships were present. Those designated as so were slightly to moderately damaged:
Delilah-Passenger ship. 28 crew, carries 200 passengers. Registered to Pan-Terran Tours (slight damage to starboard side of ship from shrapnel)
Hector-Passenger ship. 37 crew, carries 180 passengers, small cargo bay. Registered to Colonial Passenger Lines, Inc.
Pericles-Cargo ship. 102 crew. Carries medium cargo, dry bulk goods. Registered to Colonial Transport Services. (moderate damage to cargo bay)
Madame Aphrodite-Luxury passenger Liner. 67 crew, carries 225 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions. (slight damage to shuttle landing bay)
Demeter-Agriculture cargo transport ship. 164 crew, carries livestock and containerized cereal grain products (oats, barley, wheat, corn). Registered to Agri-Transporters.
Jeremiah-Cargo ship. 85 crew, carries bulk manufactured goods (steel, processed lumber, etc;) Registered to Colonial Transport Services.
Pan-Colonial 612-Passenger Liner. 103 crew, carries 250 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions.
Erin-Maintenance/Repair ship. 89 crew. Capable of servicing all civilian ships for all repair needs. Registered to The Gaffo Corp. (moderate damage to landing/cargo bay)
Australias-Roll-on/Roll-off container ship. 76 crew, transports containers. Registered to Bullethead Transport.
Nirvana-Luxury Excursion/Passenger Liner. 218 crew, carries 450 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions.
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Post by Captain Jon "Renegade" Little on Jul 8, 2011 13:42:14 GMT -6
Jon steps out of the Raptor that brought him to from the Atlantia to Terra. He had no idea what he was going on, he was told to report to the Brigadier General for assignment. It was odd that a pilot would be reporting to the Marine Commander instead of Fleet Admiral Middleton, somehow it had happened. Renegade grabbed his gear off the Raptor and slung his "seabag" over his shoulder as his made his way intro the building. Making his way up to the Marine HQ enlisted were saluting him as they held the doors open as his helmet swung off the bag. Stepping up to the desk a young woman in her mid 20's sat behind the half circle reception desk.
"Im here to see Brigadier General Castorious."
"Yes, Lieutenant Little. Colonel Yolander is expecting you, her office is down the hall and to the left. The office at the end of the hall."
Little was surprised at the change in names but still he nodded and picked up his bag again and made his way down to get this mystery solved. Was it his dad that requested this for him, or was his sister Karen in on this as well. He would find out soon, he stopped at the door and sat his bag down before rapping on the door three time. He stood there waiting looking around with his hand folding in one another behind his back.
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Post by fleetops on Jul 8, 2011 19:27:42 GMT -6
As Colonel Jasmine Yolander, Acting Commander-Colonial Marine Forces Terra
Colonel Yolander sat there in her office, the same office she has occupied for the past four years. With the absence of General Castorious, Colonel Yolander found herself in the unenviable position as being the most senior Colonial Marine officer in the Fleet, and since she was already the Deputy Commander of all Colonial Marine forces, it was only logical that she assume full command, until such time as the General returned.
There were many times though that she wished she were back on board the Battlestar Bellephron, serving as the Marine Detachment XO. Times were much simpler then, when she was still a young Captain. She didn't know if she had been lucky or cursed for having been transferred from the Bellephron two days prior to the Cylon attack on the Colonies. All of her friends there were killed when the ship was destroyed, along with practically all of the Fleet. No, she had been sent to Aerilon to serve as Commanding Officer of a Marine Light Infantry Battalion outside the capital city. It was from there that her and the majority of her unit were evacuated to the freighter Baltic, which eventually met up with the surviving Battlestar Vulture. Suddenly, a knock at the door snapped Colonel Yolander back to the present. In a booming voice, she yelled out.
"ENTER!"
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Post by Captain Jon "Renegade" Little on Jul 8, 2011 19:41:17 GMT -6
Jon hear a loud voice behind the door. Leaving his bag and helmet behind in the corner, he pushed the door open and proceeded to make his way to the desk. Reaching the desk he snapped to attention and presented himself.
"Lieutenant Jonathan Little reporting as order"
Holding the salute until he was told to stand down. He was wondering why he was called to the Marine HQ instead of the Fleet HQ but he went where was told so that's what he did. He hadn't seen "Uncle J" in nearly two years so if he was really to see him he was excited but who was behind this assignment. Renegade knew he was about to find out.
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Post by fleetops on Jul 16, 2011 22:09:48 GMT -6
As Colonel Jasmine Yolander, Acting Commander-Colonial Marine Forces Terra
Sitting there behind her desk, Colonel Yolander looked at the young man. Clasping her hands together in front of her, Jasmine eyed the young officer, then finally responded.
"Stand at ease Junior Lieutenant Little. Your orders."
Taking the papers from the Junior Lieutenant, Jasmine read over them quickly before handing them back. Standing up, she walked around to the other side of her desk.
"Well, it looks as if someone had you transferred here, why I am not sure, but I do know who that someone was. Well, for now, head to the galley and grab a bite to eat, then report to the Quartermasters office to be assigned quarters, unless you plan on living in the city, which is fine. The Fleet has apartments over at the Dagmar Apartments for personnel to live in. The Quartermaster can help you with that as well. After you're done there, report back and we'll get you settled in, figure out what you'll be doing, okay?"
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Post by Captain Jon "Renegade" Little on Jul 23, 2011 11:15:54 GMT -6
The young man relaxes as told, listening closely to what the Colonel was saying. The first person that popped in his head was his father. But way would he want him transferred to the Marines HQ. He wasn't that hungers and he just wanted to get this situation figured out as quickly as possible. He knew that the orders were given so he waited until Yolanda was finished to speak.
"Ma'am, I have very little ground training. I've spent most my life on a ship. What good can I do here?"
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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 Aug 17, 2011 21:21:14 GMT -6
Looking at the young Junior Lieutenant, Colonel Yolander walked over to him.
"I wouldn't worry about it Lieutenant, there's very little ground action around here. We mostly battle boredom and push a lot of paper. General Castorious being gone has thrown this place into a bit of a frenzy. Go ahead and grab some chow, report to the Quartermaster and then come back here. I actually have something in mind for your talents. You do know how to fly a Viper, right?"
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Post by Captain Jon "Renegade" Little on Aug 17, 2011 21:36:08 GMT -6
Jon got the classic Little smirk in the corner of his mouth when the Colonel asked him if he knew how to fly a Viper. He had been fought by one of the top Viper Pilots in the Fleet. Renegade did have to give his father one thing he was one hell of am officer. What he lacked in parenting skills he surely made them up piloting a viper.
"Yes ma'am, I was taught by my father. Benjamin Little, you may know him by his call sign Trottle."
The man looked at the woman as she stood there. He was impressed by the way she held herself, confident and ready for anything.
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