NPC Marine Officer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 89
Registered: Dec 7, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 16, 2011 23:39:07 GMT -6
Post by NPC Marine Officer on Jan 16, 2011 23:39:07 GMT -6
In the second Marine Raptor, Major Danielle Kala motioned to the Marines. Within seconds, the rear door of the raptor opened and the Marines immediately set up a defensive perimeter. Major Kala keyed her comm unit.
"Comm Center, Major Kala, we are on the ground and are at the site of the downed raptor but the general or the lieutenant are not here, repeat, they are not here. We are conducting recon of area, no sign of enemy contacts, over."
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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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Gondawa
Jan 17, 2011 19:26:07 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 17, 2011 19:26:07 GMT -6
J looked up at the sound of raptors flying high up in the sky. He could tell they were getting closer to their position, the only problem was, who did the raptors belong to. He had already spotted several heavy raiders flying northward earlier and knew the TLF was capable of getting their hands on raptors. Still, if these were Colonial Marines, they would be looking for him and the Lieutenant at the landing site, not here in the woods. With nightfall fast approaching, they needed to seek shelter and the cave up ahead posed the best choice for them.
"Lieutenant, the comm is dead. If those are Colonial raptors, we need to get in touch with them. Can you fix this thing?"
"I can try Sir. Gods it's getting cold and fast."
"Up there, in that cliffside, there's a cave, we need to get to it. We can build a fire and perhaps get that working. Whoever it is out there is going to be looking for us soon enough."
J had no idea how true those words were but he was about to find out.
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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
Posts: 3,174
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 17, 2011 19:37:27 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Jan 17, 2011 19:37:27 GMT -6
The crash was deafening, the flaming transport landing almost sideways just outside an industrial highway.
Elea flew about the cabin like a toy doll, as did the other passengers and crew. The crash cushions deployed softening their forward motion, but they could do nothing about the flying debris, and the people.
Arms, legs, torsos, ... everything found a point of contact. The pain was numbing as the fear had rendered each person into an adrenalin overflow intoxication.
They felt the abuse, but not the pain. They saw the blood and the opposing forces like a blender locked on the slow position. The craft heaved and pitched, then began to roll finally resting still in flames against a local dormitory - in what was now "Occupied Territory": Occupied by the Gondawan-Terran Alliance who were uncharacteristically caught by surprise.
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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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Gondawa
Jan 17, 2011 20:49:53 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Jan 17, 2011 20:49:53 GMT -6
Off in the distance, J heard the sounds of a crash. He knew it was a Colonial transport but had no idea why it was over this area. All Colonial flights were, for the most part, restricted from this area, in order to placate the local inhabitants. J knew there was no chance of them ever reaching the crash site in time to render any assistance. His biggest fear was what would the Gondawans do if they reached the site and saw the passengers were Colonials?
Of course, that was the reason for his being where he was, to find the answer to the disappearance of the passenger and crew of the CMS Gondawa. For now, they would stay in the cave that they had finally reached. Perhaps at first light, they would somehow try to reach the Colonial forces that were in the area.
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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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Gondawa
Jan 17, 2011 20:57:02 GMT -6
Post by TerraOps on Jan 17, 2011 20:57:02 GMT -6
The crash was deafening, the flaming transport landing almost sideways just outside an industrial highway. Elea flew around like a toy doll, as did the other passengers and crew. The crash cushions deployed softening their forward motion, but they could do nothing about the flying debris, and the people. Arms, legs, torsos, ... everything contacted. The pain was numbing as the fear had rendered each person into an adrenalin overflow intoxication. They felt the abuse, but not the pain. They saw the blood and the opposing forces like a blender locked on the slow position. The craft heaved and pitched, then began to roll finally resting still in flames against a local dormitory - in what was now occupied Territory: Occupied by the Gondawan-Terran Alliance who were unusually caught by surprise. At the sound of the crash, several young men and women immediately rushed to the source of the sound. Armed with modern weapons, the group reached the crash site of a Colonial transport. Seeing that there were many wounded, one young woman spoke. "Get the wounded back as fast as possible. Take only those who can be moved." Looking at a young man, the woman motioned to the front of the transport. "See if the flight crew survived and if so, get them. Be mindful that these people just went through a crash, so be easy with them." Looking at the others, she added a sense of urgency to her words. "We have only moments before the Colonial Marines arrive, so hurry." Within moments, the group was moving the wounded out of the transport and onto the carts, taking them off into the distance. Off to the south of them, the lights of the Colonial Marines could be seen. Above them, Colonial Vipers were providing close air support. To the north, the Terran terrorists and their Cylon allies were bearing down on them. The woman hoped that the other team was able to get to the Colonial Marine general that was not far from their location. "Hurry! We don't have much time."
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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
Posts: 3,174
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 17, 2011 23:06:34 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Jan 17, 2011 23:06:34 GMT -6
Seeing the rescuers from within the distorted view of her nearly unconscious state, Elea extended a hand limply, and without distaste to one teen-aged Terran boy who had been fashioned from a gava farmer into a medic in a single day. A lad, but not quite a man, who barely had the training to know how to stop a bleeding wound, nor how to properly shoot the revolver that could create one.
Her now twice broken wrist lay limp and crooked on his shoulder, her legs unable to support her weight any longer having collapsed into herself a mere thirty feet from the now fully engulfed mass of burning metal and plastic, Elea spoke only a few broken words as blood and tears trickled down her face:
"I ... am ...not Cylon." Then her eyes closed slowly as she drifted into a deep coma in his arms.
The boy gazed up from the ground with a tender look that echoed "Is this really my enemy!?" as his leaders issued order upon order to their confused and naive subordinates. He heard none of them but simply picked her up in his field-strong, brown, uniform-laden arms and walked away within the midst of the noise and chaos.
While he disappears into the encroaching darkness of the twilight, and within the cover of the thick black smoke, deeply and softly in his mind, a familiar, painful song plays hauntingly:
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Gondawa
Jan 18, 2011 22:56:52 GMT -6
Post by NPC Marine on Jan 18, 2011 22:56:52 GMT -6
Running through the snow was not as easy as it may appear but Gunnery Sergeant Seth Montel was actually doing quite well. Making his way to the site of the downed transport, the Gunny could hear voices off into the distance. He figured it was one of the other teams helping the wounded and injured so he wasn't concerned. He should have been. Out of nowhere, three people in uniforms covered with white appeared, weapons drawn. Before he could react, he and his team of Marines were surrounded. A young woman approached.
"Drop your weapons Colonial Marines. It's not bloodshed we want. We have you surrounded."
The Gunny looked around and knew that to resist would surely result in the deaths of his Marines. He dropped his weapon and looked at the others. One by one, the Marines dropped their weapons and were marched off into the night. With the approaching snow storm, they would have perfect cover to escape the area.
"Let's get going people. I'm sure more Colonials are on the way."
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Supreme Cavil
Cylon
Cylon Model Cavil
The only good human is....there are none.
Posts: 93
Registered: Jul 28, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 18, 2011 23:11:52 GMT -6
Post by Supreme Cavil on Jan 18, 2011 23:11:52 GMT -6
Cavil knew it was a mistake to come to the planet. He knew it yet he came anyways. It was obvious the more he was exposed to these humans, the more he was becoming as stupid as them. The Centurions were busily unloading supplies for this human rebel group. He hated the idea of having to stay on this planet any longer than necessary but now with the Colonial Fleet flying overhead and a storm fast approaching, it didn't look as if he would be going anywhere anytime soon. Looking at one of the Terrans, Cavil spoke.
"So, tell me you have adequate quarters for me?"
"We have shelter, yes."
"Now did I say shelter? What, you expect me to stay in a tent or a cave?"
"We have shelter, that is sufficient. The sooner these supplies are off loaded, the sooner you can leave."
"Leave? With Colonial Vipers flying and a storm approaching? Are you wanting us to be shot down or what?"
"Your ships can jump out of the planets atmosphere, just as you arrived."
Cavil thought for a moment and realized this human was right. He now knew he was becoming more stupid than the humans. Looking at one of the Doral models, Cavil yelled to him.
"Get those heavy raiders ready to take off and an immediate jump. get those supplies off loaded now!"
The Doral model just looked at Cavil and continued what he was doing. The centurion pilots began firing the heavy raiders up and preparing them for take off. Cavil sat in one of the ships, growing impatient as the seconds ticked by. Eventually, the supplies were off and the heavy raiders were ready.
"get us out of here centurion."
"By your command."
The heavy raiders took off one by one and as soon as they were mere fifty meters up, they began jumping out of the atmosphere.
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Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:25:52 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 19, 2011 0:03:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2011 0:03:21 GMT -6
Masked by the landscape, and high in the hills, they watch with a look of victory on their faces.
One Gondawan leader looks intently from a long scope to watch the scene unfolding far below them.
"We are successful, my brothers and sisters. The soup comes warm and ready before the meal."
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Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:25:52 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 19, 2011 13:23:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2011 13:23:21 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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Gondawa
Jan 20, 2011 22:03:38 GMT -6
Post by TerraOps on Jan 20, 2011 22:03:38 GMT -6
The victory song of the TLF!!!
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 21, 2011 8:24:34 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Jan 21, 2011 8:24:34 GMT -6
Marla stays close to the leader, Ben as they stealthily move in to try to locate the target. The scene before them is chaotic and she's not sure what the target looks like. She pulls up the binoculars and looks over the terrain.
Scanning back and forth in the higher regions of the hills in the vicinity something dark catches her eye. She nods at the leader, Ben, then hands him the binoculars without saying one word. Marla points to the dark area and gives Ben a questioning look. She is hoping he will pick up on the fact that the dark area could be an excellent hiding place for just such a Colonial Officer to hide in.
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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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Gondawa
Jan 21, 2011 17:59:19 GMT -6
Post by Carlie McPherson on Jan 21, 2011 17:59:19 GMT -6
Carlie stood there, wondering why she even made the trip to this hostile and terrible region. She was never a fan of the Gondawa region, or their people. She hated the cold and hated snow even more. Fortunately, the tent she was in was a rather warm one and the heater was keeping it rather comfortable. She needed to get out of here though, lest she inadvertently get caught here. Carlie could talk her way out of a lot but she would be hard pressed to explain her presence here, with Cylon supplies and weapons, and the TLF in the area. As long as the solar flare was still passing through and over the planet, all air traffic was down. She would have to be patient. Stepping over to the heater, Carlie grabbed the coffee pot and poured herself another cup of the brewing black liquid. Looking at a TLF member, Carlie sipped the coffee.
"You know, I will never get used to drinking this crap. Give me a nice hot cup of tea anytime. So, any idea how much longer we'll be stuck here?"
The young woman did not like this Terran. She didn't trust her or anyone from the so-called Terran government. But the woman knew the TLF needed this woman, for now.
"Sorry, I have no idea when you'll be able to get out of here. If you'll excuse me, I need to go check on something."
Carlie watched as the young woman walked out of the tent, flipping her off as she did so.
"Frakking TLF. Soon, your day will come as well."
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NPC Marine Officer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 89
Registered: Dec 7, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Jan 21, 2011 18:04:42 GMT -6
Post by NPC Marine Officer on Jan 21, 2011 18:04:42 GMT -6
Major Kala halted her group, Something was not right. Turning to speak to her Marines, Major Kala heard what sounded like....
"TAKE COVER!"
Almost immediately, gunshots rang out all around the Marines. Hitting the ground and trying to find something to get behind, Major Kala tried to use her comm unit but then realized that the solar flare was disrupting communications. Flipping the safety on her weapon, Major Kala began firing in the direction of the incoming gunfire.
"Pick your targets, don't waste your ammo."
Looking at a Corporal, Major Kala instructed him to go back to the raptor site.
"Make certain everything is secure there. Hurry!"
Major Kala had this feeling things were not going to be secure, at the raptors or anywhere for that matter.
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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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Gondawa
Jan 21, 2011 18:11:30 GMT -6
Post by TerraOps on Jan 21, 2011 18:11:30 GMT -6
As Ben Lavoa, TLF CommanderMarla stays close to the leader, Ben as they stealthily move in to try to locate the target. The scene before them is chaotic and she's not sure what the target looks like. She pulls up the binoculars and looks over the terrain. Scanning back and forth in the higher regions of the hills in the vicinity something dark catches her eye. She nods at the leader, Ben, then hands him the binoculars without saying one word. Marla points to the dark area and gives Ben a questioning look. She is hoping he will pick up on the fact that the dark area could be an excellent hiding place for just such a Colonial Officer to hide in. Ben took the binoculars and looked in the region Marla pointed to. Scanning for a few seconds, Ben lowered the binoculars and looked at Marla. "You know, I think you're right. What with the weather, that would be the best spot to be. This general, from what I've been told, he's one of those unassuming types, doesn't go for the macho look and doesn't like to wear rank insignia most of the time, so he should be easy to identify." Taking another quick look, Ben wanted to make certain this was not a trap. Although they now had more supplies and weapons, all thanks to the efforts of that Terran official and the cylon known as Cavil, Ben knew the Colonials were on the ground and intel had told him that the Terrans had also sent personnel to this region. Before long, there would be alot of unfriendly types roaming around the place. "We don't have much time Marla. We need to get in there, grab them and get the heck out of here. Since the shuttle can't be used right now due to some sort of sun flare, we'll have to take an overland route. Of course, we have to do it on foot until we can get to our little camp here in Gondawa." Ben had this feeling things were going to go bad, he just knew it.
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