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 13, 2011 14:40:43 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Feb 13, 2011 14:40:43 GMT -6
Gladly dodging the question about the Terran Representative, Carlie McPherson, Marla was only too happy to oblige the man when he asked for her help. She hobbled over to where he laid the Lieutenant down and helped hold the man still while the man worked at cutting the tip off of the arrow then quickly pulled it out of the injured man's shoulder. Marla was impressed with his Field knowledge and decided he was a highly trained Military man for sure.
"My ankle is a little better from the snow, thanks. You seem to be pretty good with medical knowledge. I would say you have some training. I might know a way to make contact but it's risky." Marla pushes her long hair over her shoulder as she helps to sit the young Lieutenant against the wall now that the shoulder had been taped up.
"There's a relay point about half a mile down the mountain that has some old communications devices in it. If the power generator has some fuel we could maybe start it up and you could get a message out. But, I'm not sure it's safe. Remember I have a very angry Rebel hunting me and he's out there somewhere waiting for me to make a mistake. If you let me have a gun maybe we can have a fighting chance. I'll try to lead you to the shack but I have to have a way to protect myself first" Now, if only he bites and gives her a gun Marla will at least have some leverage once she gets him out in the open and Ben sees them. She can only hope her act is convincing enough for this 'savvy' Marine to fall for such a beautiful, if deadly, young woman!
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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 14, 2011 5:24:59 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 14, 2011 5:24:59 GMT -6
Elea dropped the microphone back onto the table and turned off the receiver. She hurried out into the night to return to the party, sad that she couldn't reach help, having no idea where she was.
Walking in to the back kitchen, the old man laughed as the patron continued to drink his punch.
"All that rich food finally got to you? Had to run out to the Lieu in a hurry did you?" He winked at her and threw her a crooked smile.
"Yes. Yes it did." She hurried about seeing to everyone else's comfort, not giving any more concern to her own, resolving to remain in this mystery of a place for now.
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Nurse
Medical Personnel
Colonial Medical Personnel
Caring for the Sick and Wounded
Posts: 59
Registered: Jul 7, 2010 12:25:08 GMT -6
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Gondawa
Feb 19, 2011 1:47:36 GMT -6
Post by Nurse on Feb 19, 2011 1:47:36 GMT -6
Ensign Maggie Herrod was busy helping load the wounded onto the arriving Colonial Marine raptors. Now that the weather had cleared and the solar flares had passed the planet, help was flooding the area. Soon, she and her team would be back in the comfort and safety of the Marine's base near Corinth. Maggie was ready to leave this area, even if she was Gondawan by birth. As she leaned over a young Marine, checking the iv tubes, the woman looked up at Maggie.
"Am I going to be okay nurse?"
"You're going to be just fine We'll be heading home soon. Just try to lay still and not get these tubes all tangled up, okay?"
The young Marine nodded and smiled, the morpha starting to take effect. Maggie wondered when all this madness would end. She held on to the restraint as the raptor lifted off, heading back home.
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Gondawa
Feb 19, 2011 1:51:23 GMT -6
Post by Marine Corporal on Feb 19, 2011 1:51:23 GMT -6
As the wounded and dead were loaded onto the waiting raptors, Corporal Kyle Hamma directed his Marines to begin grabbing gear and equipment to load onto the raptors. Nothing was to be left behind. The Corporal knew that Major Kala was not in a happy mood, the mission having been a disaster. Soon though, they would all be out of this lousy place and back in their warm racks.
"C'mon people, let's get a move on. ETA to lift off is ten minutes and we got a lot of stuff to grab, so let's hurry it up."
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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 19, 2011 2:04:28 GMT -6
Post by Demetrius Gorno on Feb 19, 2011 2:04:28 GMT -6
Demetrius heard the arrow slice through the air but it was too late. They were not here to fight the Colonials. He would have a talk with the young girl who was responsible for wounding one of the Colonials in the cave but first, he had to deal with these TLF intruders. Running across the open space between his position and that of the TLF commander, Demetrius was on top of the man within seconds, his knife to the man's neck, his hand over his mouth, Whispering, Demetrius spoke to the man.
"Ben Lavoa, one sound, one move, and your life ends here, now."
Looking around to make certain he wasn't discovered, Demetrius removes his hand from Ben's mouth.
"I take it the woman in the cave is one of your people? You and your rebels were warned to stay out of this region, and your friends aren't here to help you now."
Ben looked at Demetrius, then smiled.
"My old friend Demetrius, how nice to see you. I'm sorry you've chosen to be on the other side though."
"There are no sides here, there are only Gondawans and intruders. You should have stayed in your own region."
"Are you responsible for my team members being missing?"
Demetrius looked at Ben, no reply necessary. Ben dropped his head, knowing what was in store for him and whoever else was still alive on his team.
"Well, I guess there's nothing to say then, is there Demetrius?"
No, Ben, there isn't. I am sorry. May the angels greet you at the end of your journey."
With those words, Demetrius slowly inserted the knife into Ben's neck, twisting his head as he did so. The wound was instantly fatal. Demetrius let the lifeless body drop to the ground. His new concern was how to get to the people in the cave without any further bloodshed. A sound to his right told him that the rest of the TLF members were no longer an issue. Demetrius sat there, trying to figure out his next move.
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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 20, 2011 21:51:53 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Feb 20, 2011 21:51:53 GMT -6
Gladly dodging the question about the Terran Representative, Carlie McPherson, Marla was only too happy to oblige the man when he asked for her help. She hobbled over to where he laid the Lieutenant down and helped hold the man still while the man worked at cutting the tip off of the arrow then quickly pulled it out of the injured man's shoulder. Marla was impressed with his Field knowledge and decided he was a highly trained Military man for sure. "My ankle is a little better from the snow, thanks. You seem to be pretty good with medical knowledge. I would say you have some training. I might know a way to make contact but it's risky." Marla pushes her long hair over her shoulder as she helps to sit the young Lieutenant against the wall now that the shoulder had been taped up. "There's a relay point about half a mile down the mountain that has some old communications devices in it. If the power generator has some fuel we could maybe start it up and you could get a message out. But, I'm not sure it's safe. Remember I have a very angry Rebel hunting me and he's out there somewhere waiting for me to make a mistake. If you let me have a gun maybe we can have a fighting chance. I'll try to lead you to the shack but I have to have a way to protect myself first" Now, if only he bites and gives her a gun Marla will at least have some leverage once she gets him out in the open and Ben sees them. She can only hope her act is convincing enough for this 'savvy' Marine to fall for such a beautiful, if deadly, young woman! Listening to the woman talk, J continued to treat the Lieutenant's wound. He had successfully stopped the bleeding and had managed to close up the wound most of the way. Hearing the woman ask for a weapon caused J to look up at her. "Weapon? Uh, yeah, now with the Lieutenant down, I'm gonna need back-up. Here, take this." J handed the woman a sidearm. J needed to trust this woman but his instincts told him to be wary. Still, he couldn't defend their position all by himself. "Whoever is out there shooting arrows is going to most likely storm this cave. You have to be prepared to shoot without any hesitation. Can you do that?" Before the woman could answer him, J heard the sounds of boots shuffling along the floor of the cave. J stood up, grabbing his sidearm. J could see shadows on the wall of the cave, from the looks of them, there were at least four people. Suddenly, from outside the cave, J heard the distinctive sound of a raptor coming in low and hovering over the entrance to the cave. From there, all hell seemed to break out. J turned to look at the woman, then brought his gaze back to the front of the cave, only to see not four, but seven men and women pointing weapons at him and the woman. One of them cam forward. "You are the Colonial everyone is looking for. Do not attempt to do anything that will result in violence. Your friends have arrived but they are too late." J could hear the sounds of gunfire outside the cave. J knew they were Marines. He suspected the people firing at the Marines were Gondawans. Looking at the man before him, J spoke. "Those are Colonial Marines out there, and there will be more coming this way. You and your people cannot win this fight." "This is no fight Colonial. Now drop your weapons, both you and the woman. I see one of your people is wounded. We will tend to him." "He's wounded because of one of your people shooting him with an arrow." J continued to listen to the fighting take place outside. The sounds of additional raptors could be heard. The man stepped closer to J, jabbing a syringe into his neck. One of the women did the same to the woman. Immediately, J, the Lieutenant, and Marla were being carried to the rear of the cave and to the waiting Gondawans there. Within seconds, they were all gone, the man standing there briefly and speaking into a communicator. "Talo Gorno, al tal. Gond al tal, gon a nal." Loosely translated, the man informed the others outside the front of the cave that they were clear. It was time for everyone to leave. As fast as the fighting had begun, it was over, the Gondawans slipping back into the surrounding area, taking their dead and wounded with them. Demetrius Gorno was glad that they had gotten to the Colonials but he had preferred to have done it without violence. Now the blood of those Colonial Marines was on his hands. There was also the issue of the woman who was with the Colonials, the woman he knew was named Marla. Having captured a member of the TLF may just make up for the killing of those Colonial Marines, but he would still have to answer for their deaths before the Grand Council.
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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 20, 2011 21:58:00 GMT -6
Post by Demetrius Gorno on Feb 20, 2011 21:58:00 GMT -6
"Talo Gorno, al tal. Gond al tal, gon a nal." Loosely translated, the man informed the others outside the front of the cave that they were clear. It was time for everyone to leave. As fast as the fighting had begun, it was over, the Gondawans slipping back into the surrounding area, taking their dead and wounded with them.
Demetrius Gorno was glad that they had gotten to the Colonials but he had preferred to have done it without violence. Now the blood of those Colonial Marines was on his hands. There was also the issue of the woman who was with the Colonials, the woman he knew was named Marla. Having captured a member of the TLF may just make up for the killing of those Colonial Marines, but he would still have to answer for their deaths before the Grand Council.
Once they were clear of the hillside where the cave was located, Demetrius again spoke into the communicator.
"This is Gorno, we are secure and heading home. We have the two missing Colonials. Additional Colonials arrived just as we were preparing to take them. Several of the Colonials were killed. I take responsibility for their deaths. We also have a rebel woman, Marla. We will arrive soon. Gorno out."
Demetrius walked to the waiting vehicle, a truck that was stolen from the Terran military. Soon, the Terrans would be arriving in this area. It was time for them to be heading back home. The sooner these people were delivered to his leaders back home, the better Demetrius would feel, at least until he would have to appear before the Grand Council.
"Let's get out of here. We have a long journey ahead of us and there can be no more violence or Colonial deaths. Let's go home."
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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 21, 2011 20:08:13 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Feb 21, 2011 20:08:13 GMT -6
Marla felt relieved when the man gave her a gun. She opened it and made sure it had bullets in the chamber. Satisfied he trusted her she slammed the chamber shut and put the gun inside her jacket pocket.
She knew he needed her help and those Gondowans outside were NOT her friends! Of that she was certain. As Marla moved to help him with the injured Lieutenant she saw a muscley man move closer to them and start making demands of J Castorious. Marla was about to pull out the gun and take aim on him when all at once she felt a jabbing pain in her neck and her legs went to jell-o.
As a man threw Marla up over his shoulder fortunately the gun was not revealed and still inside her jacket pocket. However, Marla was unconscious as she was carried out over the man's shoulder to who knows where or what fate awaited them all.
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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 22, 2011 21:55:56 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Feb 22, 2011 21:55:56 GMT -6
Waking up with a throbbing headache, Marla slowly opens her eyes as the truck bounces and careens over a very rough road. There does not appear to be any Guards directly in the truck bed where she and J Castorious and some others have been placed.
"GODS DAMNIT COULD YA MISS SOME A THEM BUMPS?" the Guard yells to the driver over his 2-way radio. "NEXT TIME, I'M DRIVIN AND YUR RIDIN' IN THE BACK, WE'LL SEE HOW YOU LIKE THIS UNCOMFORTABLE DAMNED TRUCK BED" the Guard is apparently NOT happy about being put in the back with the captives.
Marla sits up slowly and pushes back her hair from her face. She rubs her neck and tries to keep her balance as the truck hits a huge bump. It throws her up into the air and she lands nearly sprawled on top of Castorious. She pushes off him as he makes an "Umph" sound with the wind being nearly knocked out of him.
"I'm sorry, I seem to be a little disoriented." Marla tells him quietly as he opens up his eyes. "shhh be quiet, the Guards are at the tailgate area of this truck and I think if we whisper we will be ok, just act like you're still sleeping" Marla lays down beside him close enough they can whisper back and forth "do you still have your gun?" she asks him hopefully.
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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 23, 2011 20:44:56 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 23, 2011 20:44:56 GMT -6
"Elea, darling. Could you get up out of bed now, child? There's chores need doing, cows need milkin and the breakfast ain't gonna make itself, love."Elea pushed back the hand made quilt that covered her, exhausted but mildly content. Her unrelenting undercover trips out to the radio shed to call for help had found no reply after several weeks. She grew weery of being "lost" and began to settle in - in fact, she began to feel comfortable. Maggie had become like a mother to her, filling a void she had lost so long ago. The young grandchildren loved her many stories of serving as ship's doctor on board a mighty battlestar, the battles in particular, and her adventures with her heroic husband, then Major Castorious.
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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 23, 2011 21:22:44 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Feb 23, 2011 21:22:44 GMT -6
Marla sits up slowly and pushes back her hair from her face. She rubs her neck and tries to keep her balance as the truck hits a huge bump. It throws her up into the air and she lands nearly sprawled on top of Castorious. She pushes off him as he makes an "Umph" sound with the wind being nearly knocked out of him. "I'm sorry, I seem to be a little disoriented." Marla tells him quietly as he opens up his eyes. "shhh be quiet, the Guards are at the tailgate area of this truck and I think if we whisper we will be ok, just act like you're still sleeping" Marla lays down beside him close enough they can whisper back and forth "do you still have your gun?" she asks him hopefully. J lies there, somewhat uncomfortable over Marla landing right on top of him, his thoughts racing to Elea and how sorely he missed her, her scent. J looked around the back of the truck, most likely either stolen from the Terrans or from the Colonial forces. His head was groggy and his neck stiff and sore. He heard the words Marla spoke but was unable to make a coherent sentence, the words coming out as garbled sounds. J shook his head no, he did not have his sidearm. His left hand reached to the holster and it was empty. After a few seconds, J was able to speak somewhat. In a whisper, he asked Marla about the Lieutenant. "Where's the Lieutenant? And where are we heading?" J tried to raise his head but was unable. His right hand fell to his chest, feeling something inside his jacket. The handheld communicator. Now that they were in the open, perhaps the Colonial forces in the area could lock onto the signal and track them. He motioned for Marla to come closer to him. "Be careful. Inside my jacket is the handheld. My hands aren't working properly, turn it on and key the mic. If anyone is paying attention, the Fleet may pick us up." J then thought about the strange signal he thought he picked up several days ago. For some reason, he felt as if they were heading closer to where Elea was. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on J's part. Either way, they were in no position to try an escape.
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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 23, 2011 21:49:33 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 23, 2011 21:49:33 GMT -6
Elea watched as Maggie sent one of her favorite "wee ones" on a mission. Elea smiled and turned the food over on the grill as she gazed from the kitchen while young Fiona set out on the countryside, her bare feet walking across the sand and grass.
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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 24, 2011 20:24:40 GMT -6
Post by Marla Johanssen on Feb 24, 2011 20:24:40 GMT -6
He heard the words Marla spoke but was unable to make a coherent sentence, the words coming out as garbled sounds. J shook his head no, he did not have his sidearm. His left hand reached to the holster and it was empty.
After a few seconds, J was able to speak somewhat. In a whisper, he asked Marla about the Lieutenant.
"Where's the Lieutenant? And where are we heading?"
J tried to raise his head but was unable. His right hand fell to his chest, feeling something inside his jacket. The handheld communicator. Now that they were in the open, perhaps the Colonial forces in the area could lock onto the signal and track them. He motioned for Marla to come closer to him.
"Be careful. Inside my jacket is the handheld. My hands aren't working properly, turn it on and key the mic. If anyone is paying attention, the Fleet may pick us up." Marla nods that she understands what he wants her to do. Before answering the question about the Lieutenant Marla slips her thin fingers into his pocket and pulls the device out just enough that she can see the control. She turns it on and it makes a high pitched <<==SQUEAL==>> which she immediately covers up with her other hand and turns to look toward the back of the truck. The Guard didn't seem to hear it over the loud noise of the tires beating on the ground under them. Marla then pushes the button on the side and brings the device up to where J Castorious can whisper into it. She holds the key down and nods for him to talk but puts her index finger to her lips so he will keep his voice quiet. "ok, start talking, we need to make this fast and clean" she whispers to him as she holds the device close to his lips. As he is about to start speaking the truck hits a huge bump and she nearly loses her grip on the device. She turns her head FAST to look at the Guard who seems to be getting up. Quickly she shuts off the device and stuffs it back inside his pocket and lays her head down and shuts her eyes so the Guard will think she's still unconscious.
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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 27, 2011 21:23:22 GMT -6
Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Feb 27, 2011 21:23:22 GMT -6
Hearing the squeal of the device causes J to look up towards the front of the vehicle. Once it is on, J begins whispering. The fact that he will be transmitting a signal is sufficient, they don't have to actually hear him.
"Fleet Comm, this is Marine Actual, krypter, krypter, krypter. Lock onto this signal for our location, captured by unknowns but possibly Gondawan, out."
J lay there, hoping that someone out there picked up the signal and sees that it is his. All they could do now is wait, wait and see what happens once the Gondawans get them to where they are heading. J looked at Marla and whispered softly.
"I'm not sure what their plans are for us but once we get out of this, I owe you a dinner, a really big and expensive one. Right now, let's stay alert. I have a feeling where they're taking us isn't going to be nice."
J figured they would be heading to the local tribal village. Had he known they were heading to the site of the Gondawan Grand Council, he may have decided that an escape was in order.
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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 28, 2011 11:26:44 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Elea Kaun-Castorious, Surg on Feb 28, 2011 11:26:44 GMT -6
Invited to "The Island" to find the little girl, Fiona, who is lost in the sea and presumed floating about the great isles, Elea agrees to visit the old world a bit and a mysterious legend of the local seals.
"Some seals are said to be part human, and one in particular is thought to be our great, great grandmother Nula, who baked clams and stirred a soup of such the taste of the ocean, none could resist. She is the reason we spit out a dark one every generation."
"Can it be real?" Elea said outloud.
"Well, some tell it that way. Superstitious cracker boxes says others. You'll have to decide for yourself, girl."
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