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Libran
Nov 27, 2010 21:18:50 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 27, 2010 21:18:50 GMT -6
The Colony of Libran Capital City: Libran City Libran is largely a wildlife reserve that also serves as home to the intercolonial court system.
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Libran
Nov 28, 2010 2:10:52 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 28, 2010 2:10:52 GMT -6
Libran is one of the Twelve Colonies. The planet was settled by the Libra tribe of Kobol. It was home to the Inter-colonial court and was known for its courthouses and lawyers.
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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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Libran
Nov 17, 2011 11:02:12 GMT -6
Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Nov 17, 2011 11:02:12 GMT -6
Libran is one of the Twelve Colonies. The planet was settled by the Libra tribe of Kobol. It is known throughout the Four Systems as "The Colony of Justice". It is located in the Helios Gamma star system, along with Sagittaron and Scorpia, and has two moons Herse and Pandrosus.[1] Libran is a tropical planet that is either raining or cloudy, similar to Scorpia. The clouds do shield its inhabitants from the sun Helios Gamma, which Libran orbits a little too close to, and when the skies are clear, Librans go inside to minimize their risk of contracting skin cancer. Libran is described as a teeming green ball of life due to its landmasses consisting of hundreds of small marshy islands, with larger islands having impenetrable bogs and impassible jungles. The main landmass is a dense and spectacular rainforest ringed by mangroves and swamps at its edges. In the center of the continent is the capital Themis, home of the Supreme Hall of Justice.[2] It was home to the Inter-colonial court and was known for its courthouses and lawyers.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Libran
Jul 13, 2013 6:44:59 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 13, 2013 6:44:59 GMT -6
Jumping into the atmosphere, the shuttles set a course for a small clearing that would be large enough to offload the vehicles but unknown to them a small raider patrol had spotted them. Bullets began ripping through the shuttle and impacted the vehicles inside, losing control, the shuttles crashed into the marshlands at the edge of the continent; believing everyone was dead the raiders returned to their patrol. Lowering the ramp, Jack could feel the shuttle starting to sink as he ordered everyone out, driving the multi ton humvees out before the fuel caught on fire. Driving onto stable land, he climbed out as he joined many others grabbing equipment from the shuttle before it sank too far into the water. They had a plan to land close as they could to the city but it appears the Cylons had full control of the skies and even worst the Nomads hadn't made it here yet which meant they too could be shot down. Noticing his radio not even working, Jack tossed it aside while keeping his eye on the amount of UV radiation before they had to seek shelter inside the humvees. Spotting smoke a few miles away, he knew that was the General's shuttle which meant they had to check it out before moving on; jumping into the humvee the two vehicles stayed close to the land as they made their way to the downed shuttle.
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Libran
Jul 14, 2013 9:51:40 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 9:51:40 GMT -6
Waking up in the back of a missile humvee, the last thing he could remember was the vehicle behind them exploding after bullets had torn into the fuel tank of another humvee. Stepping out of truck as Jack pulled up, they turned off the trucks before pulling out their maps of the area considering they had no plans to be out this far; "It appears the Nomads aren't here yet but we should head for the military bases and since we know Michael, he'll head into the city," circling the bases taken by long range satellites.
Folding up the map, he headed over to Jack's humvee considering missile humvees are tend to be shot down first considering the firepower. Taking a seat, he set his rifle down into the floor board before feeling the truck starting up and headed into the thick jungle which would bring them to a much slower pace.
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Libran
Jul 14, 2013 21:35:06 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 14, 2013 21:35:06 GMT -6
Jumping into the atmosphere, the raptors had been gapped out to ensure they didn't jump on top of one another but they hadn't accounted for the constant raider patrols. Dradis began its active scan, indicating thousands of raiders right behind them and soon bullets began to riddle into the small ships. Activating their boosters, they knew they couldn't outrun the raiders but they had to get down to the surface; feeling a violate bump as the pilots confirmed the FTL was offline which meant this was a one way trip.
Glancing through the small window in the hatch, one of the raptors exploded while the other attempted to move behind them to provide cover; soon the covering raptor smashed into the back of them which was the result of the raiders seeing through this little tactic. Turning to the pilots as they ordered them to strap down for a rough landing, the engines began to cut out while the pilots locked in their final approach which would simply be a crash landing. Bullets riddled into the canopy, instantly killing the Picon pilots, sending the raptor into an uncontrolled screw top roll which mean they could possible land upside down. Moving the dead pilots to the floor, Michael and Romo took their seats as they rushed to strap in as the last of the guidance thrusters went offline; crashing into the jungle canopy on their side as the ship skid to a stop.
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Libran
Jul 15, 2013 17:30:43 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 15, 2013 17:30:43 GMT -6
Waking up, he released the straps that kept him safe during the landing as he let them fall to the side before noticing the front half of the raptor had been torn away from the crash. Getting up, he stepped onto the firm jungle floor with his tactical pad completely offline; most likely cause of the crack or the lack of connectibility of this colony to Caprica.
Stepping back into the raptor, he grabbed the ammo bags, hitting both Romo and Tom on his way out with the bags. Placing them beside a tree, he dug into his pack for a bandana, wrapping it around his neck for added protection against the UV radiation.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 5:32:45 GMT -6
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Libran
Jul 15, 2013 19:15:59 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 19:15:59 GMT -6
Passing out before the crash, Romo got to see the front end get ripped clean off but wondered if he would survive. Waking up thanks to Michael, he unclipped his restraints before stepping down from the debris; following Michael's lead with the bandana. Placing his hands around his M4, he reached into his vest for a suppressor which would cut back on the muzzle flash and make his weapon quieter.
Handing a pack over to one of the dazzed Terran Lieutenants, feeling a bit bad that Michael had lost the bulk of his fighting force which would be useful for this kind of operation.
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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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Libran
Jul 15, 2013 19:55:48 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 15, 2013 19:55:48 GMT -6
Waking up, he had his hands glued to his rifle, undoing his straps as he fell down onto the steel floor. Getting up, he noticed everyone was outside waiting for him as he stepped through what was the cockpit. Reaching into his vest for his gloves, he knew they couldn't keep the raptor in one piece for the simple fact, the Cylons could extract information from the Navigation Computer; "You think the Cylons can see us?"
Noticing Michael nodding, he pulled out 2 frag grenades, pulling the pins and tossing them into the wreckage as they started walking on a northern course; "So what's good and bad so far cause that crash has hit the top slot for me in we're totally screwed section."
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Libran
Jul 16, 2013 20:27:10 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 16, 2013 20:27:10 GMT -6
Ensuring the raptor was destroyed, he started towards the front position but also kept his guard up considering they were not just in enemy territory but unfamiliar territory. Listening to Tom, he replied as he noticed the ground getting wet before noting that they made their way into marshland; "Well considering none of our gear is made for this environment and no way connected to Caprica or anything else but at least we've got our guns," stepping into waist high mud while spotting how calm it was. Dropping down into deeper mud, he knew how much more dangerous this could be as he made it to an island that was raised out of the mud.
Crawling up onto the land, he was covered in mud and now face-to-face with a massive sunbathing crocodile; staying perfectly still as he slowly reached for his pistol. He slipped it out of his holster, he barely got to aim before hearing a whistle as he noticed a metallic arrow in the crocs head; exploding blood and guts all over him as he wondered who in the hell had his back. Holstering his pistol, he began helping everyone up followed by examining the arrow; "Its not Terran, considering we use bullets more and trititanium in just about everything."
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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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Libran
Jul 16, 2013 20:48:52 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 16, 2013 20:48:52 GMT -6
Finally glad to get out of the mud, he was covered head to toe in mud, grabbing onto the arrow as he noticed what was left of the croc. Surprised, Tom turned to Michael who was covered in mud and blood; "Whoever saved your ass has a real nice sense of humor," patting him on the shoulder before starting across the small island.
Lifting a standard Colonial CX4 Storm, he noticed an old print on it from most likely the last user before the crocs made a meal out of him. Clipping the rifle onto his pack, he knew it could be useful if he ever ran out of ammo then again it had one mag.
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Libran
Jul 16, 2013 21:09:41 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 21:09:41 GMT -6
Stepping onto the island, Romo patted Michael onto the back before walking across the muddy ground as he debated on tossing a stun grenade into the mud but noticed night was cropping in; "Even though I'm default Commander, I'm making it your call if we continue or make camp?"
Unclipping his pack as he clipped his vest lights on, he watched while the two Terran Lieutenants moved past him to accompany the Major; who seemed to be looking for a safe way across.
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Libran
Jul 17, 2013 20:34:08 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 17, 2013 20:34:08 GMT -6
Tossing the arrow aside, he pulled out his vest lights as he turned to Romo while getting up; "Suggest we get to land from what it appears, this island sinks regularly which means it could sink overnight," flipping the lights on followed by connecting his night vision scope, "later me and you are going to have a talk about the future cause this is my last mission."
Stepping off of the island, he rushed to firmer ground as he stepped through the razor grass, reaching the jungle interior once more. In the distance, he could hear the rumble of engines which meant possibly another well equipped team made it. Running towards the sound, he leaped over an old log before spashing into a stream as he rushed up an embankment; spotting Terran markings on 3 humvees through his scope. Starting over the hill, he greeted the men as they offered him some water, leaning against the truck with a big smile on his face for he could see Jack forging a path with detonator cord.
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Libran
Jul 18, 2013 10:34:53 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 10:34:53 GMT -6
Watching Michael running, he followed him as night approached, knowing whatever it could be it was worth it. Noticing the Lieutenants and Tom following him as well, he slid down the embankment only to spot Terran humvees which would be useful here. Catching a canteen, he walked over to Michael and the General as he took a sip of water; "Michael, that croc meat smells like shit," laughing with the General as he set the canteen aside. Most of the trucks were filled to the brim but all he could hope for is that there was a vehicle for them in the city.
Stepping away, the trucks began rolling up the hill into the newly cleared area before hearing them shutting down and setting up for the night. Granted the night would be cooler and would allow them to travel faster but at the same time there could be dangers that they couldn't see. Spotting soldiers setting up small fires but setting up covers so the fires couldn't be seen from the air, grabbing a hammock, he walked over to a small set of trees to where he could set it up; hoping to get some sleep before setting out.
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Libran
Jul 18, 2013 11:00:24 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 11:00:24 GMT -6
It had been an eventful couple hours. They had been shot down and then had to high tail it out of there before the Cylons showed up. Setting in the humvee, not getting out while stopped. Liam wasn't too interested on the conversion that the General was having with the others outside. After a few moments they had arrived at a camp site with the Colonial and other man.
Quinto was unfamiliar with the group of Special Forces operatives that were now with them. He had been with the General on his shuttle when it was shot down. Once they had arrived, Bullseye stepped out of the vehicle and made it over to the closet fire was. Setting down on one of stools that the soldiers had put around the fire. The Lieutenant Colonel started to warm his hand by the fire.
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