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
Feb 2, 2011 22:10:39 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 2, 2011 22:10:39 GMT -6
Well into the party, Elea began to notice a general tone to the Terrans that spanned her captivity, as it were. They spoke of Terra, their fam'lies, hard work and the fruits of the soil, almost like she remembered on Tauron. But there was this impalpable distance in their expressions and tonalities. They seemed untimely in their comments, random in their joy and celebration, just enough that only a microcenton of a difference stood out here and there. For anyone else, they might have missed it. But Elea's brain was not completely human. Her Cylon neurons began to sense a pattern - and that pattern had a melody she began to recognize. It started with flashes from her past of her own family on Tauron. A melody sung by her grandmother, that matched the timing of a conversation between her cousins, grandparents and the stories they told. The more the Terrans spoke, danced and interacted, the louder the melody became until she finally realized ... They were not Terran tribe, most of them. They were 13th tribe - Gondawan. Elea's mind searched through her past and found itself in her home as a child, gazing upon a picture of her "grandmere arriere" or her great grandmother as a young girl - the woman for whom she was her namesake.
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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
Feb 3, 2011 20:48:25 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Feb 3, 2011 20:48:25 GMT -6
Not wanting to disclose her true home of Mt Nacea, Marla instead conjures up a 'believable' story. She takes a deep breath and then very quietly begins to tell the Marine of her travels.
"I come from the Highlands. A region within two days trek by jeep. I wish to meet with someone of high importance in the City of Sparta to establish a trade pact for my clan. I left home three days ago and all was going well until I accidentally ran into a band of troublemakers who tried to 'recruit' me to fight for their cause. I listened to their plans and made mental notes but decided I wanted no part of any of it. The man in charge got very upset when I declined joining them and he has been hunting me ever since. I guess he's afraid I know too much for their safety or something"
Marla slowly looks up at the Marine with a serious face as most of her story is true. Only the part of her not wanting to join them is fabricated.........well..........that and the fact Ben is NOT trying to kill her.
"Earlier today, he managed to run my jeep off the so called road and over an embankment. I barely escaped by jumping out just before it rolled over the edge. He must have thought I went over with it and I started running. Then the damned snow started and my heavy coat was in the back of the jeep. I started running and I guess he tracked me cause pretty soon I could hear him following behind me in the snow. That's about the time I hurt my ankle and ........ well, you know the rest"
Marla's ankle is swelling and quite painful. "Do you suppose, could I,........ umm......... would you get some of the snow from outside to pack around my ankle? It's really throbbing and I think the cold might help to reduce the swelling. I'm no Doctor but I'm pretty good at field injury treatment. We don't have a Doctor in our Village and you learn how to take care of yourself quick"
Now if only the Marine falls for it and Ben somehow sees him out in the open................ Marla smiles pleasantly then winces with pain when she moves the leg a little for effect.
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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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Post by TerraOps on Feb 5, 2011 1:09:30 GMT -6
As Ben Lavoa, TLF Commander
Ben watched as Marla was brought into the cave. Good, now if this Marine would show himself again, Ben and the other two fighters with him could surprise him and grab him before the other Marine knew what was happening. Besides, Marla would take care of him. Ben was only slightly concerned that the others in their team, twelve people, were suddenly missing. He had bigger things to worry about, what with the weather suddenly clearing. That meant the Colonials would be arriving in force.
Ben hoped he could also get this Colonial Marine officer before the Gondawans showed up. Ben wasn't from this area of the planet, just like Marla. They were trespassers as far as the Gondawans were concerned and he really didn't feel like tangling with them because he would be on the losing side. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, his handheld comm unit suddenly crackled.
"Task force 5, what is your status, over?"
"Frak! Now the damn thing works."
Ben fumbled to turn the volume down. He was worried that the noise was heard in the cave. Ben crouched down to wait and see what happened.
Unseen by Ben, three young people, no more than 20, sat and watched the entire scene, a mere 3 meters from Ben and his team, what was left of it.
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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
Feb 5, 2011 23:13:45 GMT -6
Post by NPC Marine Officer on Feb 5, 2011 23:13:45 GMT -6
As Major Danielle Kala, CMC
Major Kala was suddenly awake. She looked over at the wireless and could hear the sweet sounds of fleet comm chatter. Getting up off the cot, she sat in front of it, picking up the headset. She entered in the frequency to the Marine base and began speaking into her headset.
"Marine Comm, this is Major Kala, we are in dire need of reinforcements, over. Say again, this is Major Kala in Gondawa. We have sustained casualties, TLF is on the ground, unable to effect rescue of downed transport, do you copy, over?"
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Gondawa
Feb 5, 2011 23:20:56 GMT -6
Post by Marine Corporal on Feb 5, 2011 23:20:56 GMT -6
As Corporal Liv Marley, CMC
Hearing the message from the Marines in Gondawa, Corporal Marley motioned for the duty officer, Lieutenant Sally Goodpasture, to come over. She looked up at the Lieutenant.
"Sir, it's Major Kala, in Gondawa. They need help."
"Tell them help is on the way. I'll contact the base Ops Center and let them know we have the comm back. Tell the Major we're sending people her way."
"Aye sir. Major Kala, this is the Marine Comm Center, message received. Be advised Raptors are on the way. Air cover will be sent as well, over."
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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
Feb 5, 2011 23:23:14 GMT -6
Post by NPC Marine Officer on Feb 5, 2011 23:23:14 GMT -6
Hearing the reply from the Marine Base, Major Kala sent her acknowledgement.
"Copy that Marine Comm, we will be standing by, over and out."
For the first time in days, Danielle could begin to relax, a little.
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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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Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 7, 2011 0:59:25 GMT -6
"Elea, would ya mind gettin a bit more of the punch for everyone," Shalla Rae said to her with one of her bright smiles.
Elea nodded smiling back then stepped into the kitchen. She filled the pitchers with punch, strode them out on a cart refilling all the bowls with the orange brew. One of the men, a burly antique of a blacksmith, wallowed up to one of the bowls opening his flask into the contents.
Elea laughed as he replied to her. "Time to loosen this crowd up a bit, hey Lassy? They're stiff enough to make timber out of ... a heee! heee!." He wheezed out a codger's laugh.
Shaking her head with a "Tsk, Tsk" in her eyes, she stepped back into the kitchen alone. She started hearing a voice on the radio from a nearby shed. Elea tuned her ears and walked out the back door toward the sound, being careful to keep her whereabouts hidden.
"TLF, TLF. Gondawa Prime all quiet on the East side. Clear with chance of hail except the rabbits be jumping to the north and west. Cajun style with a side of sizzle and boom."
These strange comments would be followed by beeping patterns that sounded to Elea like ancient Colonial wire code.
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Demetrius Gorno
Civilian Official
Secretary of Terran Security
Posts: 33
Registered: Jan 17, 2011 19:06:43 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Feb 9, 2011 18:08:22 GMT -6
Post by Demetrius Gorno on Feb 9, 2011 18:08:22 GMT -6
Demetrius stood there, not far from the cave entrance. He wasn't concerned with the people inside the cave. His interests lie in the people hiding outside the cave. He knew who they were and why they were here. He had single-handedly "disposed" of the remaining members of the intruders team, leaving just three. Demetrius knew the others of his party were in a position to take care of them. The man closest to the cave was of particular interest to Demetrius. Whispering to himself, Demetrius was calm, yet somewhat cocky in his attitude.
"That's right Lavoa, you just stay right where you are. Soon enough, you will answer for your intrusion into areas you have no business being in, you and your female companion in the cave."
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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
Feb 10, 2011 0:54:06 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 10, 2011 0:54:06 GMT -6
Elea heard the door to the shed open. She tucked herself deeper into the shadows as one of the town's leaders emerged out of the place where secret messages were calling out to coordinate troop movements.
She seemed convinced the Gondawan and Terran farmers knew nothing about the true nature of this broadcast. She slipped herself into the door and found the device.
Turning it on, and finding a channel she knew the Colonials might be monitoring she called out quietly.
"J, can you hear me. It's Elea. Can you read, over ... out?" She cringed at her poor radio skills. "I mean over, not out. Does anyone hear me?"
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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
Feb 10, 2011 14:58:20 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Feb 10, 2011 14:58:20 GMT -6
J sat there, watching as the woman known only as Marla applied snow to her swollen ankle, snow that the Lieutenant had gotten from just outside the entrance to the cave. J knew this was a trap but since he really couldn't prove it, he didn't want to call this woman out on her story. Besides, she was injured, and rather attractive. What type of Marine would he be to refuse assistance to an injured attractive woman?
As he sipped on what had to be the worst cup of coffee ever, J suddenly thought he heard a voice coming through the handheld communicator. Walking over to it, he picked it up, placing it close to his ear. Nothing. He could have sworn it was Elea's voice but he knew that was impossible, after all, Elea was either at home or on her way to take up assignment within the Fleet.
J dismissed the voice as wishful thinking. He really did miss Elea when he was away from her, almost to the point of being like a school boy with a crush on his teacher. Sometimes it impacted his ability to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing, like now. He jerked himself back to the present, studying the woman. Nice curves, nice hair. Too nice, to be exact. Walking back to where Marla was sitting, J crouched down.
"So, how's that snow helping with your ankle? You say you're from the Highlands region. I hear that's beautiful country up there. That would make you a Gondawan then. I haven't had the pleasure of dealing with many Gondawans, although I understand that the Terran Representative, Carlie McPherson, is from Gondawa. Do you know her by any chance?"
J was hoping to catch Marla in a lie, or at least trip her story up some. J just stayed there, crouched down to one knee, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
Posts: 179
Registered: Jan 16, 2011 0:57:18 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Feb 10, 2011 19:07:12 GMT -6
Post by npcpilot on Feb 10, 2011 19:07:12 GMT -6
As Lieutenant Kara Westin (NPC)
"Terran Control, Viper 811 on station above target area, no DRADIS contacts. All birds are present, eye in the sky reports negative for anti-aircraft batteries. Will require go-go juice in approximately 3 hours, over."
Lieutenant Westin and the rest of her squadron were there to maintain air superiority over the area of the crash site and the Marines on the ground. Now with the weather cleared and the last remnants of the solar flares long gone, the Colonial Fleet and the Marine air elements could once again conduct flight operations. She kept her ears open and eyes on her DRADIS. The frakking Cylons were here once, they could easily appear again.
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NPC CIC
Colonial Officer
CIC Officer
Posts: 423
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:22:16 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Feb 10, 2011 19:11:10 GMT -6
Post by NPC CIC on Feb 10, 2011 19:11:10 GMT -6
As Lieutenant Kara Westin (NPC)"Terran Control, Viper 811 on station above target area, no DRADIS contacts. All birds are present, eye in the sky reports negative for anti-aircraft batteries. Will require go-go juice in approximately 3 hours, over." Lieutenant Westin and the rest of her squadron were there to maintain air superiority over the area of the crash site and the Marines on the ground. Now with the weather cleared and the last remnants of the solar flares long gone, the Colonial Fleet and the Marine air elements could once again conduct flight operations. She kept her ears open and eyes on her DRADIS. The frakking Cylons were here once, they could easily appear again. Inside the Fleet Comm Center"Viper 811, copy that. Flying gas station will be on your station when needed. Maintain CAP and report situation as needed. Maintain normal comm chatter, Terran Station is tracking your station. ETA for ground force insertion is 5 minutes out from your station, Fleet Comm out."
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
Posts: 179
Registered: Jan 16, 2011 0:57:18 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Feb 10, 2011 19:18:15 GMT -6
Post by npcpilot on Feb 10, 2011 19:18:15 GMT -6
As Lieutenant Kara Westin (NPC)"Terran Control, Viper 811 on station above target area, no DRADIS contacts. All birds are present, eye in the sky reports negative for anti-aircraft batteries. Will require go-go juice in approximately 3 hours, over." Lieutenant Westin and the rest of her squadron were there to maintain air superiority over the area of the crash site and the Marines on the ground. Now with the weather cleared and the last remnants of the solar flares long gone, the Colonial Fleet and the Marine air elements could once again conduct flight operations. She kept her ears open and eyes on her DRADIS. The frakking Cylons were here once, they could easily appear again. Inside the Fleet Comm Center"Viper 811, copy that. Flying gas station will be on your station when needed. Maintain CAP and report situation as needed. Maintain normal comm chatter, Terran Station is tracking your station. ETA for ground force insertion is 5 minutes out from your station, Fleet Comm out." "Copy that Fleet Comm, maintaining station, Viper 811 out."
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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
Feb 12, 2011 22:46:05 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Feb 12, 2011 22:46:05 GMT -6
As J went to stand up, he heard a sound from the entrance to the cave. Looking at the Lieutenant, J motioned for him to check it out, all the while picking up the rifle laying nearby. As J walked in the direction of the cave entrance, he kept his attention divided between the Lieutenant and the woman. Suddenly, the Lieutenant let out a cry, then fell to the ground. J rushed up to him, seeing an arrow sticking out of the man's left shoulder. J immediately pulled the man back further into the cave.
"Who the frak uses arrows? Wait, frak! Gods-damned Gondawans, that's who. As if this couldn't get any worse. Marla, I need you to help me. Apply pressure to the wound. I'm going to have to remove this damn thing but I need to cut off this tip first."
J grabbed his knife, even if was a rather small one, and began to cut the tip of the arrow off. Once it was removed, he pulled the arrow from the Lieutenant's shoulder, placing a compress bandage over the back side of the wound and one over the front. Taking some tape, J managed to secure the dressings to the Lieutenant. Looking at Marla, J could only laugh.
"Well, looks like we have company and I would say they aren't too frakking happy to see us here. I need to somehow get in touch with my people but even if I do, there's no way they can get here in time, so, you got any suggestions, seeing as how you're Gondawan?"
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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
Feb 12, 2011 23:08:08 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 12, 2011 23:08:08 GMT -6
Elea quickly turned down the volume on the radio as she heard people walking by. She scarcely breathed for what seemed like half and hour. They finally passed so slowly has they talked.
She cued up the radio again.
"Can anyone hear me? Come in, over. J, are you out there?" She continued to broadcast until a loud call came back over the radio.
"Who is using this secure line? State your designation?"
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