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Post by Administrator on Nov 27, 2010 21:10:20 GMT -6
The Colony of Aquarion Capital City: Aquaria Aquarion is largely covered in water. Aquarion features icy, brackish seas and a small research colony on a tiny continent and is one of two moons that orbit the gas giant planet Ragnar at Ragnar's lagrange points. Aerilon is the other moon.
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Post by Administrator on Nov 28, 2010 1:52:15 GMT -6
Settled by the Aquarius tribe of Kobol. Aquarion features icy, brackish seas and a small research colony on a tiny continent. The unnamed representative from Aquarion voted for Tom Zarek for vice president during the first election after the holocaust.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Nov 17, 2011 10:54:40 GMT -6
Aquarion is one of the Twelve Colonies, settled by the Aquarius tribe of Kobol, and is one of three habitable planets in the Helios Delta star system, along with Aerilon and Canceron.[1] It is known throughout the Four Systems as "The Ice Colony". Aquarion features brackish, frigid seas and a small research colony on a tiny crescent shaped continent called Kryos (Greek for "cold"), which has volcanoes at each end of the island. Aquarion vegetation consists of moss and is a volcanic tephra. At the center of the island is the town of Heim facing a harbor, with a population of 25,000. A few individuals live outside Heim, maintaining solar panels and windmills for power and hydroponic facilities for food. Since there is virtually no wood, most structures are made from tin or stone.[2] The unnamed representative from Aquarion voted for Tom Zarek for vice president during the first election after the holocaust.[5]
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 3, 2013 13:19:21 GMT -6
Dropping into the upper atmosphere to prevent grabbing the attention of the Basestars in orbit, the raptors began to stabilize as they flew over the frozen ocean towards the single continent. Stepping towards the cockpit, right away Michael spotted the massive base that the Cylons had built on the ice which would need to be taken out before the main force but the raptors can't do it alone. Spotting a small research post, he ordered the pilots to land but knew they had to drag the raptors into cover before doing much more.
Landing just outside the research post, Michael and Nomads dropped out as they rushed towards the small outpost with their weapons drawn. Kicking open doors, they soon found bodies preserved by the cold as they dragged them out before reaching a massive underground hanger to which they could hide the raptors. Pulling out ropes, they had first drag the raptors to this little hiding spot before either a Centurion or raider patrol spotted them.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 3, 2013 21:06:54 GMT -6
Securing ropes onto the raptors, they began hauling them across the snow till after a few hours, the raptors were in cover which now meant stripping the missiles off to aid in the second part of their mission. Careful only to remove the warhead only, they soon wired in a remote detonator before carefully placing them in a pack for transport while they drained the fuel back into the raptor. Hours of work to give them 6x the explosives they normally would have yet they still needed to perform recon not just to see where to plant them but a good choke point for a counter-attack. Securing his helmet, Michael grabbed his 3 warheads with his rifle before ordering his men towards the base, covering himself in snow in an attempt to blend with his environment. Most of his men had fought in the Spartan War and for them snow wasn't the best considering how easy it is to spot something and its hard as hell to walk in.
Approaching the base, the walls were cargo containers yet they could hear people which meant they couldn't just blow the containers; they had to coordinate this with the natives. Slowly slicing into the container, they couldn't rush since anything on the other side could alert the enemy. Forming a hole, Michael stepped in first to see a mostly broken people as he flipped on his translator program on his tactical pad: 'I'm here to liberate this Colony can anyone speak Caprican and assist.' Keeping his rifle down, he pulled off his helmet to scan the room also to show he was human much like them.
Standing in silence for a few minutes, a middle aged man approached who appeared by his worn out clothing was an officer of the fleet; "I'm Harold, Captain in the old fleet, you don't appear to be Caprican."
Nodding as his squad came in behind him, "Captain, we're not but we're also feared enemies of the Cylons. In a few days, a much larger force will arrive to liberate this Colony but we're here to secure a beachhead. Are you willing to help us?"
Hearing silence once more, he knew without Colonials here as well he wouldn't get support from the natives.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 4, 2013 19:31:44 GMT -6
Unclipping his pack after sending the message to Tom, he unpacked a sub machine gun that he could stash away as he ordered one of his men to stay with the gear. Stripped down to their fatigues, they skillfully stashed the warheads and sub machine pistols on them before accepting cloaks from Harold as well as dirtying their faces. Keeping the tactical pads hidden, they ventured out as they stepped into the courtyard which was surrounded by fences and Centurions on guard. It was going to be difficult but maybe if there was a distraction then they could bury some of the explosives but they couldn't risk lives.
Allowing his tactical pad to make a map, he carefully pulled out a block of G-6 with a remote detonator as he approached the fence line; kneeling as if to pray as he wasted no time to dig before burying the G-6 shaped charge and covering over before a skinjob approached him. Getting up, he turned to the Five as he finished his prayer out loud; "I thank Apollo I'm still alive to carry on my legacy," walking away as his hand rested on the pistol. Being horded back into the container, he and his men managed to plant several blocks of G-6 but needed Tom, the Colonial Officer and spare arms to arm the citizens otherwise this mission could get a bit harder. Losing the cloak, he ordered the second team to fall back to the research outpost while his squad assembled a plan encase help never arrives.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 5, 2013 17:13:05 GMT -6
Carefully pointing out key spots, Michael turned to his pair of snipers as they unpacked their ghillie suits; "I need you two to blend onto the wall and be our watchdogs. Got a message back from Tom that they'll be here in hours," picking up his headset as he began briefing team two, "I need divers and Romo did pack the gear, we'll mark targets via tactical pad for warhead placement. Remember, shape a hole for the warhead, its going to be like a shape charge and it will break that ice. Once Tom arrives with our Colonial officer please inform me. Now let's get to work," flipping his radio to automatic before slipping on the cloak. Turning to his Lieutenant as he handed over 1 inch target locators for which the tactical pads would lock onto.
Stepping outside, he covered his face as they stood next to the stone tables, surveying the targets for which the explosives would be under. Wrapping each one in a snowball, Michael heard snowball fights were normal and he had Harold set one up as he threw one over the man's head as it splattered against the base of the sentry tower. Now with snowballs being thrown at everyone, they used this distraction to plant target locators till the skinjobs broke it up. Stepping back in the container, the tactical pad was lit up as they slipped back into their much warmer armor and waited.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 7, 2013 5:45:45 GMT -6
Receiving a message from Tom as he stepped out of the cargo container across the sea of snow till he reached the research outpost, hearing a ship jumping into the upper atmosphere as he stepped into one of the pre-assembled houses. Dipping his bare hands into hot water that was made with no real heat thanks to a tablet that naturally burns hot, wrapping a hot towel around his neck briefly as he received word that the raptor was being moved into the hanger; setting it aside as he slipped on his gloves.
Starting out over to the hanger, he tapped onto the front of the raptor as the hatch lifted up; "Tom, so what Colonial decided to come to this frozen hell hole," pausing as he spotted Sam, "I kinda wish you forwarded this ahead to me."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 7, 2013 6:04:19 GMT -6
Jumping into the atmosphere, snow filled the canopy as the pilot slipped on his thermals which allowed him to see the hanger below as he came in for a final landing. Spotting Michael, he felt the pilot land followed by Michael tapping on the nose as he undid his straps; slipping through as stepped onto the wing. Pulling out the weapons cache from the wing, he set it down on the ground as he stood next to the hatch; "You asked for a Colonial officer and we need an officer that can keep you on a leash and get these people to do what we want so take those issues and shove them up your ass."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 7, 2013 14:19:23 GMT -6
*Sitting in the back in the dark in my suit, watch Sam climbed in.* "Sam I know you dis-like the Terrans and I am not telling to like them. They do do there job well. Your alot like me but we have to pill through, my wife is back in a coma and Micheal being a idiot. Sorry about the other day. We won't crash"Sam had been wrapped up in her own thoughts about the mission that she'd barely noticed the Admiral slip in to join them. She smiled and leaned over to reassuringly pat him on the shoulder. "She'll pull through, sir. She's tough." Once the raptor landed, she pulled her bag from the rear compartment and slung it over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go talk to a few locals and see what's been going on."Hopping down from the raptor, she watched the situation between Tom and Michael. Sam could already see that it obviously made Michael uncomfortable that she was there. Shaking her head, she strode through the snow to where the two men stood. "Major, I'm going to go have a quick word with a few of the locals," she said to Tom, nodding her head over to a small group of Aquarians. With that, she turned her back on the two and headed over to the group.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 7, 2013 16:15:18 GMT -6
Taking a deep breath, he nodded to Tom to indicate that they'll talk about this later as he started over to Sam. Stopping her, he pulled off his helmet as he spoke; "I could only bring 2 Aquarions out of that prison camp, they both were former Lieutenants and don't take too long. We've got everything in place just inform me when you want to be debriefed, sir."
Stepping out of her way as he slipped back on his helmet before noticing the Admiral, "We've got white fatigues somewhere, black is dangerous even for us."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 7, 2013 16:33:39 GMT -6
Nodding to Michael, he slipped on his goggles as he picked up the bag before taking a look around. Spare missile parts littered the area and Michael's team two were preparing which meant they did all the grunt work from the start as team two started the walk to the enemy base two miles away with the bulk of their gear. Turning to the Admiral as he set down a P90, "I've done something to piss Michael off but if Sam can't convence the locals to fight then it'll get bloody. Half of the total population survived and they've been prisoners for almost 20 years."
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Jul 7, 2013 16:37:35 GMT -6
"We've got white fatigues somewhere, black is dangerous even for us." "Camo mode snow fatigues"*The Nanites change color on pattern to blend in. Leaning forward rising to my feet, heading on out the raptor stepping down on the wing. Taking a breath of fresh cool air walking forward stepping down.* "Hello Micheal long time no see, don't you just love this weather? So what's the situation here"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 7, 2013 18:40:35 GMT -6
Headed over to the Admiral, he flipped on the holographic features on his tactical pad as it leveled out on the wing; "2 miles west is a prison camp/base which the Cylons partially created on ice. We've determined that a few million people are in storage containers but we're only estimating since there are 4 courtyards and only a few thousand are out at any given time. There is a landing strip but no raiders and a patrol every hour on the hour. We improvised our 1,000 pound warheads under the ice and positioned them under guard towers and munition dumps not to mention planted high yield G-6 class explosives at the fence line but we know that there is around 200,000 Centurions and around 10,000 skinjobs in this facility. The explosives should even the odds a bit but if the natives don't join in, we're looking at casualties in 80% and if they join in then 30% or less. My men will be positioned above the cargo containers and I'll be on the ground to coordinate; any questions?"
It had been one hell of a plan but it would hinge on Sam being diplomatic as well as leaving out that even though the Terrans brought high damage guns they would run out of ammunition fast once things started rolling along.
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NPC Lieutenant Kiera
Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Lieutenant
Posts: 67
Registered: Jul 5, 2010 10:16:52 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Lieutenant Kiera on Jul 7, 2013 19:07:24 GMT -6
Daniels whispered quietly to the woman beside him, trying desperately to make sure none of those outsiders were watching them. Too many years spent in that cold hell hole had made the former Lieutenant more paranoid than he realized.
He became silent when he noticed a woman walking towards the two of them. Immediately, Daniels folded his arms across his broad chest and shook his head. "I'll tell you like I've told the rest of them. We don't want any part of whatever you're stirrin' up here." He took a look at her, noticing she wasn't Terran but in fact a Colonial woman.
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