|
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 11, 2013 20:29:28 GMT -6
Emerging from the water, he pulled the airhose out as smiled listening to her while he got out of the tub; "Well I'm advising Tom's men to stay behind," dragging over a pack as he pulled out black fatigues before stripping his wet clothing off, "we're going to Libran and I bet you 1000 cubits I won't complain about the cold."
Changing into fresh clothes, he noticed the hot water had given him slightly tanned skin as he walked over to Sam; "You should enjoy the swim. There is a stone we carry and its in the tub, for some unknown reason it generates heat when it hits water and some say it can heal wounds but its cool when touched," pausing as he noticed her core temperature evening out, "so anything you want to talk about other than you telling me I should be taking it easy."
|
|
|
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 11, 2013 23:17:49 GMT -6
Raising a brow, Sam wondered what the hell was so important on Libran that they had to leave, when she'd just arrived here. "Wait ... what about the people here? You said there were people being held captive by the toasters. I want to know they'll be saved." Her mind drifted to the two Lieutenant's she'd talked with earlier. If there were others like those two, and were suffering what they had... "Looks like you'll be giving me 1000 credits, because Gods know you love to bitch about the cold."
She chuckled quietly, thinking of possibly asking the Admiral to lower the temperature on the Atlantia. "I didn't bring any clothes with me." Grumbling, Sam pulled her feet out of the water and stood, turning away from Michael. "I have nothing to say. You don't listen anyway, so I'm not wasting my breath." She sighed, slowly walking around the room to try and find some spare clothes.
|
|
|
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 12, 2013 2:49:38 GMT -6
Kicking the bag over to her, "The half a million troops will tend to these people but no one has heard from Libran since the beginning of the war," he knew she would be focused on the lieutenants as he pulled out a pair of olive draft fatigues, "my squads had found an old town which we are currently storing the people but the Terran troops will have Gondawan engineers which will build a new city something which will be defendable."
Stepping away as he tightened up his boots, taking a seat on old storage bins, "Sam, I've listened to you before and let's be honest, I've been taking it easy for the most part but I'm not going to turn my back on this job. Shit, imagine in less than 3 years you can come back to Tauron, breath fresh air and maybe even drink fresh water, it would be almost as if the Cylons never attacked and with the defences that we'll be providing they never will again."
|
|
Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 6:53:07 GMT -6
|
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 17:39:46 GMT -6
Jumping into the atmosphere much like his pilots had done, Romo was riding in something a little bit bigger than a normal raptor but shared all the characteristics of a normal raptor. Nicknamed 'The Pill Bottle', this raptor was longer and even wider which made it great in delivering supplies but after the attack on the Colonies, they were soon refitted with thicker armor which made them the tanks of the sky. Sitting in the only passenger seat on the tug, the space and even the wings had cargo crates strapped on and filled with supplies; feeling the beast touch down but not power down. Getting up, he opened the hatch before walking out with crates rolling behind him. Calling over men to assist, it wasn't long till the crates were unloaded and the massive raptor left for Picon. Setting up the weapon crates in the hanger, the rest had food, clothing and other supplies for the survivors of the Colony.
Spotting Tom, he had everything on display as he rubbed his hands together; "Picon sent me to assist you on Libran and well figured I'd bring some guns since you all probably lost yours here," laughing as he finished his sentence.
|
|
|
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 12, 2013 20:27:18 GMT -6
Clenching her fists tightly, it took everything Sam had not to walk over and strangle him. She narrowed her eyes as she stared Michael down. "I don't want empty Gods damned promises. What the cylons did to my home will always leave a mark on my heart, no matter who tries to fix it." She'd given up on Tauron long ago, and knew she'd likely be dead and gone before people could actually live there again in peace.
She stripped off the wet clothes and slipped into the dry ones, kicking the bag back across the room as hard as she could. The woman could feel her blood boiling. "And I didn't tell you to turn your back on anything. If you want to fight, then go ahead. But don't tell me you're done, and then go running off to follow your General's orders ... something that already almost got you killed."
Tired and feeling almost sick, Sam pulled on a coat and strode over to the door. She looked back over her shoulder briefly. "Do what you want. One of these days I won't be around to tell you to take it easy." She pushed open the door, feeling the cold wind on her face as she stormed out.
|
|
|
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 13, 2013 6:34:49 GMT -6
She had hit him hard in the gut then again he was expecting it from her considering she was partly right, he was fighting this little war with himself at half strength but he couldn't pull out now even if he wanted to. Closing up pack, he stepped outside into the forming blizzard before making his way to the warm hanger; stepping inside only to see Romo with brand new toys. Greeting the man, he began suiting up in tactical gear while Tom gave the short brief about what they could possibly face on the surface not to mention the dangerous UV radiation. Grabbing a pair of holsters with Colonial pistols, he didn't like the pistols but until they got back to Terran supply lines they would have to be fine enough. Picking up the rifle, he checked over everything before clipping it onto his vest, it was much like his old M-4 but had a nice little name to it; honey badger. Loading up on spare mags, he tossed around 30-40 mags into his pack knowing that once they touch down to the point of leaving that he may use every round. Picking up the trusted Picon M1 rifle, he loved this rifle and even more it doubled as his sniper rifle which was a bit better than the shotgun he had brought here even more it brought down toasters which saved his ass. Placing it on his back, he loaded his mini packs and pack with spare rounds before turning to Romo; "Invasion force will be here in a few hours so be prepared to leave in a few hours," picking up his hat with his sunglasses before heading over to talk with the Picon pilots.
|
|
Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
|
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 13, 2013 6:56:59 GMT -6
Slipping into his tactical gear, he stayed in his olive draft fatigues while he briefed them on the situation on Libran and what to expect considering the Colony was relatively close to the sun and much closer then they've ever been. Picking up a rifle from one of the crates, he had never seen this sort of rifle with the bullpup design but considering he lost his P90 to the ice it would have to do; clipping the rifle to his vest before turning to Michael; "We'll be going in with 3 raptors, do you know if any of the Colonials other than Romo will be joining us," noticing no reply he now knew it was a bad idea to bring Sam considering she never liked what they did. Strapping on a pair of holsters containing Colonial pistols, he slipped on a spare bullet holder onto his forearm as he filled it with shotgun rounds before picking up a smaller bullpup shotgun which was unheard of on Terra but somehow Picon had done it. Placing the shotgun on his back, he filled his pack up with spare rounds to last the mission before clipping it onto his back; grabbing his hat and sunglasses as well while strapping his tactical pad to his other forearm.
|
|
Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 6:53:07 GMT -6
|
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 7:13:50 GMT -6
Taking off the heavy winter coat, Romo had the bulk of his gear on but not his rifles considering the jacket was heavy enough and for the most part he had to carry most of it onto and off of the raptor. Picking up a fresh M4, he too checked over the sights before clipping it onto his vest and loading his pack down with ammunition but didn't pick up a Picon rifle considering he knew Libran would be in the jungle so more bullets and precision would have to go hand in hand. Picking up this mini beast, it was the Picon M15A which meant it was a mini sniper rifle but also an assault rifle which meant it could fire the .50 caliber shells and up to 150 rounds per minute (rather slow but its precision was perfect). Slinging the mini sniper rifle onto his back, he loaded down in mags fore closing the cases and catching a spare tactical pad as he pulled his gloves out. Strapping it onto his forearm, he knew Libran only from books and the Colony was considered pretty hot which meant all this heavy gear would become a burden to carry but he was there to ensure they didn't run into any problems.
|
|
|
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 13, 2013 9:27:55 GMT -6
Having wandered around the small base for a bit to clear her head, Sam finally approached where the Admiral stood. She could see Michael and the others not far off, but made no move towards them. "Sir, I guess I will be going back to the ship soon unless you deem otherwise." She'd gotten the locals to cooperate with them, but nothing was ever good enough anymore.
"The others are going to Libran ... I suppose no one around here knows when you're just trying to look out for them." She wanted Michael to understand that, to understand that she was stubborn headed. In her mind, he could say that he wasn't turning his back on anything, but he'd done just that to her. Walking over, she took a seat and pulled her legs up close, wrapping her arms round them for warmth as she waited fir the others that would be headed back to the ship.
|
|
|
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 13, 2013 17:23:54 GMT -6
Clearing his head, he started his way over the Admiral's raptor as he approached Sam, setting his rifle aside as he grabbed a large blanket from his pack; throwing it over her. Kneeling down, he pulled a paper note from his jacket pocket; "I don't want you to leave on a sad note but I can't come with you to the ship just yet," pulling out his tags as he wrapped them around the note, "I promise I'll come back and maybe we can take a vacation, get away before we tear up this connection we have."
Setting the note and dog tags at her feet before looking up at the Admiralty, "Yogi, I'll be back and maybe you can let your tactical officer have some shore leave," turning back to Sam as he placed one hand on his rifle, "I look back at all the shit I've done in my life and your the brightest part of it. I told you the first night I was on the Atlantia, I wouldn't leave you and I keep my word."
Sliding down the wing, he stood in the snow almost unaware of the cold. The letter reads:
I write this under the eve of battle yet I know this is just another chapter of my life, one I hope you can forgive me for. The skies of Terra had never been so blackened by mechanical beasts yet there still seems to be white light flashing through. Enclosed in what I could say our locker mostly yours since mine has yet to be issued is a ring, yes I know its a note but if you can forgive the time away and orders then in due diligence I'll be there to give it to you personally. Wherever I will be next, I will return to you and maybe instead of Apollo Falls maybe somewhere simple maybe from the beginning.
|
|
Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
|
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 14, 2013 21:05:37 GMT -6
Hearing the raptors starting up their turbines, the Nomads began climbing onboard while massive cargo ships appeared through the storm with Viper escorts. Tapping the radio, Tom soon climbed onboard with 2 Nomads with a few bags of ammo; "Michael, its time to go!"
Stepping inside, the pilots began sifting through their checklists and slowly began moving the three raptors out of their cover. Holding onto his rifle and the hand grip inside the cabin, he knew this was going to be a bumpy trip.
|
|
|
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 14, 2013 21:15:08 GMT -6
Hearing Tom on the radio, he slipped back on his sunglasses as he started over to the emerging raptors; stepping onboard with help from Romo. Closing and sealing the hatch, Michael patted his men on the shoulder before bracing as the pilots lifted the raptors off the ground while combating the high winds. Confirming take off, the raptors began spacing out as their FTL drives began to spool up; setting coordinates for Librans atmosphere with the same altitude they had done with this jump. Disappearing in 3 white flashes, the cargo ships began to land, offloading troops, vehicles and building blocks for a new fortified base.
|
|
|
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 14, 2013 21:36:08 GMT -6
Watching as the raptors took off, Sam slid down from her crate, dropping the blanket that had been covering her. She bent down to pick up the note Michael had left, hanging his tags around her neck. She'd slipped her own tags into his pocket when he had turned to leave, and was sure he likely didn't notice. Stuffing the note into her pocket to read later, she grabbed the blanket and walked over to where one of the locals sat in the small hangar, giving them the blanket to keep warm instead.
Grabbing what little gear she'd brought with her, Sam didn't want to both the Admiral, who seemed busy with the Aquarians and other soldiers. She found her way back to one of the raptors that would be headed to the Atlantia and climbed in, taking a seat as the ship floated off of the ground.
|
|
FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
|
Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Jul 16, 2013 23:07:39 GMT -6
*Deep in thought*
"Sam it will be ok we'll see him again. I don't know why is is acting like this. Any who the Aquarion's are with use and were sending then a full ship of supplies and soldiers to help out. Time to get back at it again, I have given it some thought about our fleet, Since I last spoke with the fleet Admiral she made me the acting Admiral both of out fleet and the Terran fleet. We as you know there has been no further reports and I heard nothing from HQ since. I filled paperwork sitting on my desk, I want you to be the first to know I am taking over as Fleet Admiral effective intimately.
|
|
|
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 17, 2013 23:20:52 GMT -6
*Deep in thought* "Sam it will be ok we'll see him again. I don't know why is is acting like this. Any who the Aquarion's are with use and were sending then a full ship of supplies and soldiers to help out. Time to get back at it again, I have given it some thought about our fleet, Since I last spoke with the fleet Admiral she made me the acting Admiral both of out fleet and the Terran fleet. We as you know there has been no further reports and I heard nothing from HQ since. I filled paperwork sitting on my desk, I want you to be the first to know I am taking over as Fleet Admiral effective intimately. Waiting as the raptor prepared to dock with the ship, Sam tapped her earpiece when she heard the Admiral's voice come through. "Understood, sir, and thank you for letting me know. You know our crew is behind you no matter what. I will meet you back on the ship and give you my report. Travel safely, Admiral." She tapped the earpiece again and rested her head against the back of her seat.
|
|