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Gondawa
Nov 16, 2010 19:52:54 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 16, 2010 19:52:54 GMT -6
The Gondawa region of the Highlands.
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Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg
Colonial Medical Corps
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Gondawa
Nov 16, 2010 20:43:15 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Nov 16, 2010 20:43:15 GMT -6
Gondawans refer to anything far from them as Gond etal.If a loved one were traveling they were referred to be far from Gondawa, or their heart, Gond etal.Here is where Apolyon breathed his first breath of freedom, of deliverance but that is for the book. From the RPG perspective, know that Gondawans language and culture come directly from their connection to their home, their loves, their blood in their heart. And of that, they would die before ever betraying. A small group of them infiltrated the highest levels of the Cylon world, even to the point of imitating key figures like Daniel and the final five when it was most convenient. A few Gondawans will try to disguise themselves as Cylons, even fooling the Cylons for a time but then will attempt their own domination of Terra very Roman Empire or German Empire style. Shock and awe comes later but at first the Terran-Gondawan Alliance is secretive and building momentum. The Colonials will challenge, much like The Allies did in WWII, and the forces of Spartacus and Hannibal, enemies of the Roman Empire - at first by infiltration and espionage, later by war. The book is a private project that Jeff and Christi have decided to undertake. The RPG is for everyone. We hope you enjoy the new challenge. Here is the link for the book promotions: Check it out by clicking on the picture: It's more fun that way, don't you think?.
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Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg
Colonial Medical Corps
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Gondawa
Nov 17, 2010 22:34:33 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Nov 17, 2010 22:34:33 GMT -6
Chief Tyrol grabbed Torrie by the throat as the full reckoning of her deeds came to light cascading as a shower of electrical neurons from his brain and down into every fiber of his being. His resolve was finally, fully, and undeniably sealed, just as was the former presidential aide's fate as the strength of his hands took her life with a nauseating snapping sound.
Cavil's eyes gazed with horror, his truths all coming to pass and his hate for the Colonials welling up inside him with a pounding painful pressure. He hated them but scarcely as much as he despised the final five who stood in rule of his domain as if they had earned their place of honor, though they had surely not.
In a nanosecond, he transposed his inner-most being back to the splendid comforts of his home world - before the attack on the Colonies, upon the eve of the bloodshed. Sensing with his mechanical mind the countless others of the twelve around him confirming their full agreement of the attacks, their haughty sense of revenge, and the arrogant looks on their faces of the inevitability of complete success, he shook with anticipation of the forthcoming atrocity.
Easing his hand slowly down upon the red connection jell-pad before him he felt the fullness of all communication throughout the Cylon world, he targeted one source - Daniel.
He destroyed the number seven, boxed his line, knowing full well that the Cylon parents would have disapproved, and then intervened. But they were too far away to stop him.
A soft, gentle voice tunneled through the billions of lines of data, past each conversation, every calculation and through the complex circuity to Cavil's brain. It spoke to him lovingly, forgivingly, yet demanding.
"My dear brother. You have failed, and your schemes have finally come to ruin. It is time to pay the full and ultimate price. Know what it is to be human now, the finality, the bitter feeling of knowing you can never return again. Feel within you the most profound knowledge of complete failure - and it must have a resolute answer. It must have an answer ... ser ... ser ..."
Cavil's mind returned instantaneously to the bridge of the Galactica, he put the barrel to his mouth and with one last order to himself, thought the words "Do it!" but then muttered "Frak!" He pulled the trigger on the colonial weapon exploding his Cylon brain in a fraction of a moment into a spray of blood, tissue and bone that flew backward and up into the bridge balcony.
Admiral Adama, grabbing the small girl and covering her from gun fire, shouted over the loud explosions as the Galactica rocked and heaved from within the smoking belly of the Cylon hive ship: "Starbuck! Jump the ship!"
"I don't have the rendevous coordinates." Starbuck replied desperately as she reached for the control board.
"It doesn't matter, just jump us out of here!"
Galactica's bones creaked and squeeled like a domesticated animal lined up for slaughter. Powerful detonations continued as smoke and fire filled the bridge.
Starbuck hesitated as she stared blankly, far beyond the dials and switches before her. She whispered to herself:
"There must be some kind a way out a here." Then she entered the numbers she had known as notes on the piano since a small child hearing her soon estranged father keying them on the piano in a smoky bar. With a quick thrust she inserted the hyper-light power assembly.
"Jump!" Kara yelled out to prepare any who remained from the leadership of the fragment of their fragile salvation.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
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Gondawa
Dec 8, 2010 22:19:09 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 8, 2010 22:19:09 GMT -6
As the raptor came in over the coast, the pilot looked over at J, then pointed forward. Off into the distance was the wreckage of the a ship. J knew it was the CMS Gondawa, named after this region of the planet when the Colonials first arrived years ago. Scanning the horizon, J wasn't sure what it was he was looking for but he knew he would know it when he spotted it. Suddenly, the raptor shook, then the engines began to sputter. J sat there calmly, watching as the pilot tried to maintain control. The pilot looked over at J.
"Over there, there's a clearing. Krypter, krypter...."
J turned off the wireless before the pilot could finish sending out the distress call.
"No, maintain comm silence. We're not the only ones listening Lieutenant. Set her down in the clearing."
The pilot, a stunned expression on his face, maneuvered the raptor towards the clearing. Coming in rather fast, J braced for the impact of the raptor slamming into the soil. At the last moment, the pilot pulled up on the controls, easing the stern of the ship down with a dull thud. Once the ship was fully on the ground, the pilot began the emergency shutdown as sparks began flying all over the cockpit. J unstrapped himself quickly, getting out of the cockpit and into the cargo compartment. Grabbing the emergency kits and weapons on board, J opened the hatch and got out of the raptor, the pilot right behind him.
"Well, not a bad landing Lieutenant. What happened?"
"Not sure Sir, I think the engines threw a bearing or something. All of a sudden, there was no power. The electronics are fried for certain, including the emergency beacon."
"We'll be fine, trust me, the Fleet knows exactly where we went because they monitor all flights from the Fleet Station."
"Then why did you stop me from sending out the distress call?"
"Because there are individuals on this planet that can pick up that signal, people I really don't wanting to know we are here."
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
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Gondawa
Dec 30, 2010 23:05:13 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 30, 2010 23:05:13 GMT -6
As J and the Lieutenant sat in the Raptor, waiting out the raging snow storm that had been slowly burying them for the past week, J took stock of their supplies while the Lieutenant continued to work on getting their communications back up. Looking over at the Lieutenant, J commented on their situation.
"Well, we have sufficient food and water to last us for a few months, although the selection isn't all that great. Any luck with the comm?"
"If I had a small piece of wire, I think I can get this to work. Of course, being buried under several meters of snow isn't going to help us one bit."
"We could purge the fuel system and fire the engines up. That would clear the stern of the Raptor and make it easier to see us."
"I'm not sure the engines will start. We fried quite a bit when we landed Sir. Wait, there is the emergency purge. It'll work at least once but will most likely blow the rear of the Raptor off in the process, exposing us to the elements."
"Well, let's hold off on that until we really need to. In the meantime, let's eat some chow. I've made us a beef stock soup and we have biscuits, as well as coffee."
"Hot food? How?"
"Fortunately, there are those little cans of fuel to heat the food up. Take a break and eat."
J sat there, wondering what Elea was doing and how worried she was for him. He also wondered what was happening in his absence.
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Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg
Colonial Medical Corps
Retired Doctor and CMO, mother
Anticipation of a new phenomenon, right here at CMC
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Registered: Mar 22, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -6
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Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Jan 4, 2011 0:53:14 GMT -6
Elea sits pregnant and reading her journals while sipping her lemon water.
"Oh, I do miss the adrenalin of the old days on the ships, taking care of the sick, the injured ..."
"and not sleeping, never having any time to yourself, " her conscious joined in the discussion.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
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Gondawa
Jan 5, 2011 14:49:54 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 5, 2011 14:49:54 GMT -6
Having been awakened by the sound of something hitting the top of the Raptor, J sits up and looks around. Noticing that the Lieutenant is not inside, J opens the hatch and after adjusting his eyes to the bright sunlight, J steps outside. Seeing all the snow, he wonders just how deep it is. Stepping off the Raptor, he soon learns the snow is a few meters deep! Standing there, he hears noise above him. Looking up, J sees the Lieutenant is on top of the Raptor.
"What the frak are you doing up there?"
"I'm rigging a better antenna so I can see if the wireless is working any better. Also, I can get the DRADIS to come up if I can get a signal. All this snow is causing havoc."
"Well, at least we won't die of thirst with this snow. Be careful up there because if you get hurt, remember I'm no doctor and from the looks of where we are, it'll be hell getting an ambulance out here."
"Yeah, I hear you Sir. Would you check and see if any signals are coming through Sir?"
J nods and after climbing his way out of the snow, he goes back inside the Raptor and picks up the head set, listening to the sounds of......MUSIC! Yelling up to the Lieutenant, J informs him the antenna is working.
"LT! It works! We can get one of the wireless stations so we should be able to pick up Fleet signals as well. Get your arse down here."
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
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Gondawa
Jan 7, 2011 23:28:47 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 7, 2011 23:28:47 GMT -6
Current location in red
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 9, 2011 0:11:19 GMT -6
J was glad that the comm system was now back up. Having received the message from Elea was just what he needed. Still, to respond to her would reveal their location, and since this was not a sanctioned mission, the Fleet would most likely either send Marines to bring him back, or the TLF would send people to grab him. What a coup that would be for the TLF, to have as a prisoner the Colonial Marine Commander on Terra. Fortunately, the Deputy Marine Commander was in charge, so nothing was affected by his absence.
The thought of being the TLF's prisoner did not bode well with J. He needed to get a message to to someone he could trust. Alicia, who obviously had left the Sovereign and returned to watch over the girls, couldn't be contacted since that would require going through Colonial channels. Joseph Markus would be far to far out of range to contact. That only left one person.
Timmy.
Fortunately, the Centurion maintained his own secure comm link that was tied to J's personal comm unit, which although limited in range, could now be connected to the Raptors comm unit and a scrambled message could be sent. Unfortunately, Timmy was on board the Sovereign, but he could send Colonial Centurions from the Marine Base south of Corinth.
Yes, he would contact his trusted Centurion friend. Then he could complete this mission of his and find the rest of the crew and passengers from the CMS Gondawa.
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Post by TerraOps on Jan 9, 2011 1:30:50 GMT -6
Having picked up a transmission from the Main continent and sent to a location somewhere near the Gondawa coast, the TLF listening post passed this information to their headquarters near Mt Nacea. Now they knew where the infamous General Castorious was and it wouldn't take them long to grab him.
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Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg
Colonial Medical Corps
Retired Doctor and CMO, mother
Anticipation of a new phenomenon, right here at CMC
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Registered: Mar 22, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -6
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Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Jan 9, 2011 2:21:46 GMT -6
Laying back on her rack, somewhere in the bowels of the transport ship led by Captain Markum, Elea had a sense of calm and ease as she imagined where J might be, seeing her coded message - then suddenly an overwhelming feeling of panic began to ascend upon her.
"What if ... could I have done something wrong by ..?" She said dreamily as she fought herself into a fitful Cylon sleep and transported her mind to J, her image appearing before him.
Her muffled voice echoed as though she were screaming from a great distance a thousand centons away: "J, can you hear me? I don't know how, but you're not safe anymore. Run. Run for your life!"
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
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Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
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Gondawa
Jan 9, 2011 23:34:45 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 9, 2011 23:34:45 GMT -6
J was busy rigging up his comm unit to the Raptor's comm unit as the Lieutenant was busy installing a second antenna outside the Raptor. J knew that the TLF most likely picked up Elea's message and if he could contact Timmy, perhaps the Centurion could arrange or set in motion some sort of rescue. He knew the Fleet would not wish to make a publicized event out of the situation due to the political ramifications. Colonial military personnel were not permitted in this region of Gondawa and the very fact that he was here was of grave consequence.
J was racing against the clock. The Lieutenant came back inside the Raptor, closing the hatch behind him.
"Sir, we're ready. Do you think this will work?"
"One way to find out, Lieutenant." J was as apprehensive about this as the Lieutenant was. Typing on the key pad of the Raptor's main console, J sent a text message via his comm unit. Seconds ticked by before he saw the confirmation.
"Ok, message sent. Now we wait."
"How long, Sir? If what you say is true about the TLF also hearing the message, they could be here in no time."
"Yes, and with the snow cover, we're still pretty hidden, even from the air. From the ground, we're perfect, so sit back and relax, Lieutenant."
J was hoping he was putting forth his best poker face because even he was having a hard time swallowing the line he just spoke.
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Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg
Colonial Medical Corps
Retired Doctor and CMO, mother
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Gondawa
Jan 11, 2011 1:54:10 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Jan 11, 2011 1:54:10 GMT -6
Elea continued to struggle fitfully on the shuttle when she began to hear a strange noise from far outside the hull.
"It sounds like fireworks shooting up in the sky," she whispered to herself sleepily.
Suddenly, a loud boom hit the transport ship with a concussive "Blaaaaaaammmmmm!" as each of the occupants were sent flying from their places of rest.
Elea soared from her bunk and across the crowded room, her arms and feet flopping like a rag doll and landing on a surprised Lt. Danly, who had fallen into a deep sleep about an hour earlier.
The sound of sirens began to alert the occupants that hell had just been unleashed as one more concussive explosion rocked the ship again, upturning Lt. Danly onto a nearby bunk that had flipped over bearing it's feet up in the air like a wounded bacava beast. One metal bar caught his face quickly ripping it apart without as much as thud. Then came the blood.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
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Gondawa
Jan 13, 2011 20:55:56 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 13, 2011 20:55:56 GMT -6
As J waited for confirmation from Timmy that he was working on rescuing them, a series of explosions could be heard far off into the distance. Looking out the front window of the Raptor, J managed to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a ship, a transport, and it was on fire in its rear section. He could tell they were making a rapid descent. J knew this was not their rescue, it was too soon. His only thought now was where that transport was heading and how did it end up here, in Gondawa. Waking the Lieutenant, J opened the hatch.
"Get up, there's a problem." J stepped outside the Raptor and looked to the northeast, watching as the transport trailed thick black smoke and flames behind it.
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