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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 7, 2013 21:22:28 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. She hadn't even gotten a word out yet before the Aquarian man began bombarding her with his intentions of staying out of the war. She pulled her hood down so she could properly see the man, snow and the coldness of the wind drifting across her face. "Just give me a minute, and then I'll leave you alone." She waited as he looked to be pondering it over. Sam looked at the two, at how dirty and starving they looked. She pitied them for having spent so long under the control of the cylons. After the man nodded, she began, "I know you don't trust them," she nodded her head over towards Tom and Michael. "But I need you to trust me. I'm from Tauron, and I know what it's like to spend your life looking over your shoulder. I've been captured, tortured..." She shivered from the cold, and from the mere thought of the past. "I'm not asking for your support as a military officer, or a former government official... I just want you to know that we want to help. To take back what is rightfully yours, and ensure no one else suffers what we have."
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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 21:51:06 GMT -6
Daniels again studied the woman, who revealed herself as a Tauron. He now recognized her, knowing her face from years ago. She didn't look old enough to know anything of torture or hard times, yet he knew she did. "You will have our support." Daniels said in a quiet voice. "It's time the people of the colonies regained our former glory and potential." A small, faint smile passed over his face.
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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 22:43:29 GMT -6
"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?" "Hmm good work Micheal and thanks, when we get back I am assigning you over to Sam. Your arrest is waved for now, from now on if wish too help Sam must approve it." *Walking away from Micheal head over to Sam and the fellow Aquarion's* "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. *A lonely figure walks through the snowy blizzard, his camo blending in well as it's hard to make out from afar. Walking close coming up behind Sam moving around her left in view* "Lovely weather your having here, hello I am Admiral Yogi of the Colonial Fleet. Been along time since I was last here anyway I am here to help."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 8, 2013 7:01:08 GMT -6
Holding onto his helmet, he flipped off the map as he turned to Tom; "Your teams will join mine top side, Major, next time inform me who your bringing down," checking over his rifle before clipping it onto his chest plate. Slipping on his helmet, he started out into the snow as his squads did final check ins, turning to Sam as handed over his fully automatic pistol over to Yogi; "Sam, I'll be providing cover for you but we need to get moving."
Pulling out his spare 50 round mags for the pistol, "Its a modified pistol, 50 depleted uranium rounds, my teams are noticing new Cylon activity which means they found our target beacons so we move now or we lose the opportunity."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 8, 2013 11:41:38 GMT -6
Thanking the Aquarian man, Sam smiled and nodded as the Admiral joined them. She smiled and left them to talk in private, turning her attention towards Michael. "Don't bitch at Tom, I was going to come no matter what he said." She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. No matter what she wore, it was still going to be just as cold.
"They've agreed to help," she said, nodding her head towards the two former Lieutenants. "but they need help in return. Better clothes, and rations at least." With the assistance from the locals, she hoped that they would be able to get more of them out of captivity. "Let's get moving then." Sam headed over to their raptor and grabbed her weapon.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 8, 2013 16:19:47 GMT -6
Turning to the locals while his men transferred the explosives control to him, "Half a million troops will be here soon and will provide for you," waiting for Sam before starting the jog to the base, "suggest you stay close cause I can't cover you from a distance and as for Tom, I told him not to bring you here for a multitude of reasons," opening their makeshift hole into the cargo container. Giving a general warning, he pressed the red switch on his tactical pad as the explosives began to detonate. The warheads began to exploded, sending massive chunks of ice into the air as the guard towers began to sink under the waves. The shockwave dented the containers, in the distance, the airfield was detonated with hangers falling below the waves with the munitions dump.
Switching over to his shotgun, he blew open the door as shots rang out from above as the sniper teams began firing upon the skinjobs that survived; knowing they still needed to take on the Centurions which have filled into the courtyards. Switching back over to his rifle, he stepped outside back onto the ice as he noticed major fractures; sprinting for cover behind one of the newly exposed blocks of ice. Cold water covered over the surface which would soon make it slippery as he timed his shots, knowing the new weight would make his spot extremely dangerous but for him a great shooting spot.
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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 8, 2013 18:23:24 GMT -6
Handing the P90's to anyone who could be useful, Tom moved into position as a warning went out on the radios concerning the explosives; taking aim but didn't bother securing himself onto the structure. Watching the towers slip into the icy water, he could hear something falling, looking to his right as a 12 foot wide chunk of ice came his way. Dropping his beloved P90, he barely dodged it as he pushed him off the container and into the ice below. Breaking through, he moved out of the way as the empty container fell in as well. Taking a breath, he dove below the waves to race after his beloved rifle; hearing alarms from his tactical pad concerning his body temperature. Swimming back up, he set his rifle onto the ice ahead of him, drained of energy as he slowly pulled himself up, he took a major risk and now he was paying for it.
Crawling to cover, he pulled off his pack as he pulled out his med kit; pulling out a syringe that could give him back his energy and prevent frost bite. Injecting it, he guaged his tactical pad to simulate heat in his entire suit so he could move but it would still take time. Checking over his P90 and rifle on his back, both were frozen over leaving him only his pistol. Looking down as he pulled his pistol out, water had formed on the surface which meant the base was slowly sinking into the vast ocean.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 8, 2013 22:56:02 GMT -6
It wasn't long before Sam had managed to slip and fall on her ass, the ground becoming more and more slippery. She cursed loudly and moved to get into better cover, firing the P-90 all the while. She took note of the centurions that were already advancing on their position. And she couldn't stop herself from grumbling with Michael, something she'd intended not to start. "And what reasons would that be?" she yelled up to him, hurrying to reload her gun.
Sam was so busy firing at the enemy and arguing that she hadn't noticed the skin job that crawled out from underneath a pile of rubble. She felt her legs kicked out from beneath her, and a fist connect with her face several times as she crashed back onto the ice. The woman desperately reached for the knife in her boot, finally managing to get it in her hand and stab it into the skin jobs back.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 9, 2013 5:18:29 GMT -6
Changing out mags, his tactical pad began to warn him of the overall instability in the ice as the sound of massive fissures began to form. Yelling over to her as he too noticed water forming higher and higher, "This would be one of them," suddenly the ice broke underneath him as he plunged into the water with the multi ton sheet of ice as well. Getting a shock to his system, he released his rifle before he began trying to climb onto the slippery ice with no luck. His tactical pad began to warn him of his body temperature drop as he continued to try and pull himself out of the cold water. Finally getting the edge of something, he pulled himself up as he noticed it was one of the Centurions, slowly reaching down as he pulled out his pistol thankfully one of his men took it out.
Crawling to cover, he too injected himself with the same cocktail that Tom took earlier as he tapped his radio; "Get everyone out of here, this place is sinking, fire teams you are to retreat last," unclipping his shotgun as he set it down beside him before firing on the Centurions with his pistol.
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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 10, 2013 6:12:12 GMT -6
Watching while the last of the civilians made it to shore, the path soon degraded as sheets of ice began to break away all together leaving them on this sinking section with the occasional dropping of a cargo container. Dragging himself over to Michael, the Centurions began falling over as their side began slanting deeper into the water; "I hope your ready for a swim," opening fire as he ejected his last mag. Setting his pistol down, he noticed the ice underneath them began cracking; "Michael, we can swim from here."
He didn't enjoy the notion considering he had already went for a swim today and even with the cocktail, it was still a risk yet everything is a risk. The real reason Terrans hate the cold was for this reason, it was as old as time, Terrans originally came from the southern pole and it had nearly destroyed them yet its been imbedded in their blood that cold places were amongst the worst place even with their endurance.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 10, 2013 17:09:21 GMT -6
Yelling to Sam as his men began diving into the water to get to shore, "Sam, here take this syringe, it'll protect you against the icy water for a few minutes!"
Pulling his helmet off, he stripped down to his fatigues as cargo containers continued to fall. Waiting till Sam injected herself, he nodded to Tom as he ran for the gap, catching Sam off guard as he tackled her into the water. Swimming to shore, he let Sam climb up before he did, rolling in the snow to balance out his temperature followed by cardio to keep his blood flowing. Getting a minute, he watched as the base sank before whispering; "I think I used too much explosives," talking a bit louder as he felt himself shiver, "we should have warm water at the research outpost."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 10, 2013 19:08:43 GMT -6
"You son of a bitch!" Sam cursed loudly as she pulled herself out of the water and onto the ground. Michael catching her when she wasn't prepared knocked the wind out of her chest, and the freezing water made it even worse. She struggled to get the heavy coat off, pushing it away from her body so she could attempt to breath.
Trying her best to suck in some breaths, the cold air only took her breath away. Her lips began to turn a purplish blue as she lay still on the ground, feeling unable to move for the time being. "Next time you'd better damn well warn me before pulling something like that," she finally managed to squeak out, closing her eyes. She wondered about the locals, and how they certainly couldn't have been prepared for that.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 10, 2013 19:53:14 GMT -6
Picking her up in his arms, he could see his team with the locals heading to their base camp; letting Tom take point as he walked through the snow. Whispering to her as he walked, "I thought the syringe was warning enough...I promise I won't complain about that cold battlestar ever again," smirking as they reached the camp. Leading her into one of the buildings, he checked over the temperature before easing her in; "That syringe had a cocktail that gave you protection against the cold but it wears off," setting his tactical pad on her as he tossed his jacket aside, "the pad there will tell you when you can get out."
Pulling his icy shirt off, he grabbed an airhose as he weighed himself down; submerging his body in the hot water. His body temperature had fallen quite alot since he had dropped in before and he had to get back to the norms as quickly as possible.
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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 11, 2013 11:29:04 GMT -6
Changing out of his cold clothing, he slipped on a fresh pair of black fatigues before noticing a message from the General telling both him and Tom to report back to Caprica. Caprica seemed to have become the unofficial hub of Terran activity and might be like that even after the Colonies are freed. Noticing the raptors were cleared of ice, the Picon pilots were in great pride that their ships were being used again but if they head to Caprica then it could be forever till they see action again. Deleting the order from the logs, he was taking a huge risk then again this entire campaign was a risk considering the man power would set back Terra a decade or so.
Pulling up maps of Libran, all attempts to contact the people of that colony went unanswered from both Terrans and Colonials which was the best place for Terrans to double check. Fabricating orders using the Generals signature, he sent it right away, knowing he could lose rank and pay but at this point it didn't matter. Getting a drink of water, he tucked his tactical pad into his gear before taking a seat on the wing.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 11, 2013 20:05:38 GMT -6
Sam had nearly fallen asleep from the warmth of the water. She shook her head, trying to stay with it, before pulling herself up and out of the tub. She sat on the edge, her clothes soaking wet, and her legs still dangling in the water. "I'm freezing," she said to herself, feeling like a permanent feeling of cold had seeped into her body. Looking over at Michael, she said, "You'll be complaining about the Atlantia again in no time. I bet 100 cubits on that."
She half smirked, wiggling her toes in the water as the feeling finally began to come back to them. Sam trailed a hand along her forehead, making sure the stitches the doctor had given her were still intact. And the more the feeling came back to her, the worse she felt. Whether from the beating she'd gotten from that skin job, or the icy water, both sucked. "What's our next step then? I didn't come down here to swim."
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