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Picon
Nov 27, 2010 21:19:21 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 27, 2010 21:19:21 GMT -6
The Colony of Picon Capital City: Queenstown Picon is sometimes thought of as "Caprica, Jr." Slightly colder overall, clean, polite, originally colonized by Virgon. Picon is largely covered in water and is home to the Headquarters of the Colonial Fleet.
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Picon
Nov 28, 2010 2:13:35 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 28, 2010 2:13:35 GMT -6
Picon is the planet where the Pisces tribe of Kobol settled, it is one of the Twelve Colonies. Picon is a planet mostly covered by a turquoise-colored ocean and famous for its harbors. It it is considered to be one of the more advanced and wealthier colonies; it is also the location of the headquarters of the Colonial Fleet and destroyed in the first wave of the Cylon attack on the Twelve Colonies.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
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Picon
Nov 17, 2011 11:02:42 GMT -6
Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Nov 17, 2011 11:02:42 GMT -6
Picon was originally the home of the Virgon tribe, but was later colonized by the Pisces tribe of Kobol; it is one of the Twelve Colonies, and is a neighbor of other Helios Alpha star system planets Caprica, Tauron, and Gemenon. It is known throughout the Four Systems as "The Ocean Colony"[11] The surface of Picon is 75% covered by a turquoise-colored ocean and is well known through the Four Systems for its harbors. Picon is generally colder, greener and cloudier than Caprica, but is known for its strikingly beautiful warm months, and Colonial visitors to Picon are encouraged to take advantage of the pleasant Picon summer. The capitol is Queenstown, which originally grew as a fishing village around the scenic Penrose harbor. Perkinston, the location of the Colonial Fleet Headquarters, is another Picon city also known for its harbor and manufacturing.[2] It is considered to be one of the more advanced and wealthier colonies. Like the other eleven colonies, the civilizations on Picon were destroyed by the Cylons in the Destruction of the Twelve Colonies. Billy Keikeya personal assistant to President of the Colonies Laura Roslin was from Picon.
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Picon
Jan 4, 2013 7:38:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2013 7:38:21 GMT -6
Stepping carefully across the debris that was once fleet headquarters, one of the few Picon survivors who had been actively fighting the Cylons held onto a makeshift rocket launcher. Spotting a heavy raider inbound, he flipped on the heat signature before firing; having the rocket race out of the tube as it smashed into the heavy raider. Folding up the launcher, he placed it back on his back before starting across the wet debris where he worked decades before. Dropping into a hole he had dug out, the man carefully navigated the underground system to a room he had made home at least for now.
Setting his gear aside, the man, Romo, was once a soldier of Picon before the attack and once had a wife and child but now all he has is this and a dog named Rover. Reaching into his vest, he pulled out an old picture as he whispered a prayer for his old family; hoping one day he could join them once the job is done. Placing it back into his vest, he flipped on his radio to listen to the daily broadcast done by other soldiers who have been trying to capture the capital from the Cylons.
They had been at this for years and only managed to capture a block but it didn't matter the government of Picon was more relaxed then ever and discouraged acts of fighting back mostly cause they were most pacifist. He was nothing close to a pacifist and being a self proclaimed governor of Perkinston, he and the government butted heads but it didn't matter to him; he was the only citizen of his little city which meant it was up to him to see if the old government left anything behind for their defense in what is their darkest hour.
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Picon
Jan 4, 2013 22:02:19 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2013 22:02:19 GMT -6
Taking a short rest, he reached over to his pack for his daily anti-radiation meds. Unlike everyone else, Romo had to take a higher dosage considering fleet headquarters was nuked and would have considerably more of a lasting signature. Taking the dosage, he went for his M4 and what explosives he had left before starting down the makeshift hallway. Before the attacks, he used to cruise down the corridors as an officer but even then he was escorting Admirals. He was at home during the attack with his wife and son returning from the spaceport...the last time he would ever see her.
Coming to a rope that dropped through a hole in the floor which he later found out that it was the elevator shaft. Slowly descending, he flipped on makeshift lights which he placed in a year earlier most of the lights came through trades in nearby towns. Stepping into a pool of water at the bottom which has been forming from water drizzling down through the concrete slabs; entering another hallway with the ground covered in glass from the windows that made up the offices. Stopping at a set of black steel doors, he knew this was the armory and normally his key card could open it but not anymore however this time he procured the right explosives to open the door with ease. Laced with Magnesium, his explosives weren't meant for a bigger bang instead cut right through it. Placing it on the door, he soon detonated it soon after only to see white smoke and seconds later a gap big enough for him to squeeze through.
Shining his light into the massive space, a grin ran across his face for now he had the weapons to free Picon.
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Picon
Jan 5, 2013 18:20:00 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 18:20:00 GMT -6
Cleaning off in his makeshift shower, he went back to the fire as he slipped on his warm shirt. Putting on his black fatigue jacket on, he also threw on his overcoat that covered over his vest and rocket launcher. Grabbing his pack that had some samplers, he kicked out his fire before picking up his M4 and ordering Rover out so he could set the booby traps. Slipping on his hat and sunglasses, he slowly started down to the solid ground below but with his M4 in hand encase he spotted a Centurion or even a skinjob. As he carefully walked across the jungle floor, he knew with the weapons he had that the council of Picon could warrant more personnel to him which meant victory. Walking over to an abandon barn where he had kept his horse stored.
Pulling out the saddle, he placed it on the black horse as well as cleaning it before setting off. He had thirty miles to the secure town of Londonshire where the council and for now military leaders sat. Staying off the old highways, he knew Cylon heavy raiders and even Centurions use them to hunt which everyday now Picon soldiers are doing the same. Rain began once more and with the sun dropping, he sped up to get in the town before it got too dark.
Approaching the gates, he got down from his horse and walked in before they closed the town for the night. Putting his horse in the stables for the night, he didn't head for a hotel or even the pub instead he stayed in the stables listening to new combat reports over the radio.
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Picon
Jan 5, 2013 23:19:27 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 23:19:27 GMT -6
The rain let up and after a few hours, Romo entered the marble building that was once the town hall before the war. Shedding the bulk of his gear and keeping the dog outside as he walked in with is pack in his hand. Walking to the center of the room as he looked over the well-dressed leaders, clearing his throat; “Thank you for the audience and to introduce myself, I'm Romo Shepard, governor of the old fleet hq and currently sitting on our last cache of weapons. In a recent discovery, I've found 12 Mark 7 tactical nukes, 12,000 pounds of explosives and to say simple enough guns and ammunition to fight for 3 colonies...”
Interrupted by an oppenent, Lord Tyre, who before the war was an aid of President Adar and believed there was no reason to fight a lossing battle; “Governor Shepard, fighting has caused millions more to die and now you have the very weapons that the Cylons started this war with. Mr. Shepard, even if we sign off on this which I doubt, do you believe the Cylons will allow us to keep Picon for long?”
Taking a deep breath as he placed his hands behind his back, “Lord Tyre, before the war I was a Colonel and I can tell you from experience, if you hit the enemy in a tender spot hard enough then they'll rethink on fighting you. Let's face facts, since the reorganization of the military a decade ago we've recaptured close to 90% of the land. Capturing the capital will reunite us even more the new air defense can show that if they come back we'll be ready. I've got the tools for that win just need the personnel to pull them from the ground.”
Spotting a few of the Admirals grinning, he picked up his pack and started out of the room to await their answer. Slipping back on his jacket and hat, he sat down on the wooden bench with Rover knowing either way he'd still be going back to the place he had called home.
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Picon
Jan 7, 2013 10:06:02 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 10:06:02 GMT -6
Waking up to all the commotion, Romo grabbed his pistol only to see Picon Marines with engineers standing on top of his little home; this must've been the council's response. Its been almost a week since the meeting and he had managed to get more rockets out of the armory but didn't have too much muscle to grab much more. Holstering his pistol, he glanced over the printed orders basically giving him command of a complete company including a few hundred engineers but also outlined that he needed to use them to capture the capital. Tucking the orders into his back pocket, he nodded to the Marines as they began setting up defenses which would help him out considerably.
Stepping back down into the base, he grabbed his gear as the engineers warned him to get out while they worked; now it came down to a timeline. He needed to rush the weapons onto the battle field which meant he had to ensure the Cylons didn't see any of this otherwise the battle could simply transfer to his little neck in the woods. Stepping top side, he noticed not little tents but antipersonnel carriers and tanks all covered in woodland camo so the raiders couldn't spot them from the air.
It had been almost five years since he had seen or even commanded a force like this which was going to test him. Granted he attended the finest war college, located only on Caprica, most of his tactics were on small groups which is the Cylons haven't attacked him directly fearing he may outnumber them. Slipping on his hat, he called for a map as he flipped on the radio to listen to any progress from the capital.
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Picon
Jan 9, 2013 9:01:59 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2013 9:01:59 GMT -6
Spotting the sun rising, Romo could hear things worst-en on the radio over Queenstown which meant he had to make his move soon. Noticing some of the aircraft that was pulled up, it was nothing like raptors or even shuttles but something the original designers felt would be suitable to a ground war. Picking up his combat gear, he ordered a company to start arming not just the birds but themselves for combat which meant arming them for a drop into enemy territory. He had spent the night and some of the morning reviewing Intelligence reports of the old capital well noticed something that he can dent up which would be the anti-air defense. The city's inner ring has around fifty anti air cannons which prevents anything from dropping in and has been offering defense for the Cylon raiders but bringing down that grid would open it up to bombing runs. Marking out a nice LZ, he knew the pilots would have to fly low in order to get pretty damn close at least closer than any company has ever been. Picking up his pack, it held enough G-4 to make a decent size hole even in his little neck of the woods; figuring he'd need it if any toaster gets in his way of victory. Still holding his M-4 with at least 10 magazines, he had another secret weapon that would help them inch forward and it was simply the new combat buggy. It was stripped down from the old Humvee frame to a buggy loaded down in armor and weapons for a simple job of punching a hole into enemy lines and even more maintaining that hole. Ordering his dog to stay, he started over to the bird with his Marines wondering if he would come back from this one or even if he does how will the council see him. He never like the term hero cause he wasn't one of those bastards that have been getting a thrill off of this instead he was doing it cause he applied early on to do this. Climbing into the buggy, he noticed the ramp closing up as the bird took off while he wondered if they would ever make it to the drop off zone.
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Picon
Jan 9, 2013 11:27:01 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2013 11:27:01 GMT -6
Feeling the small flak explosions, he took a seat into the passenger's seat while his driver started up the truck with the gunner loaded down in bullet proof gear. Driving out before the aircraft touched down, the truck hit the ground and slid around as all twenty headed towards the massive Centurion defenses; the same defenses its been taking several units almost a year to attempt to bring it down. Yet here and now he was planning on doing it with half of the numbers but twice the firepower, driving towards the blockade with the .50 caliber cannons tearing a hole into the wall. Punching through, the buggies setup a small beachhead as the passenger seat gunners started tearing down Centurions while the back seat gunners focused on the defenses.
Ordering his driver to continue, he ejected the empty magazine as he reloaded before tossing out a frag before firing onto a handful of skin jobs attempting to protect the single building that their anti-air defenses were built up on. Driving into the lobby, another buggy moved ahead for protection as they started up the spacious stairs to the floors that the anti-air defenses sat. Climbing out, he ran over to one of the guns with his pack in hand as he loaded it down with G-4; spotting another Marine doing the same before he ran back to the buggy. Placing the pack onto the floor board, he kept his eye on the corners as they ascended till they were towards the top; detonating the AA guns below them. The sky filled up with dark black smoke billowing from the floors below them and offered great cover as their ride came to pick them up.
The distance sound of Viper bombers and interceptors were racing towards them ready to level the area to ensure not just pure destruction but pure victory which was something Picon needed. Climbing onto aircraft, he helped his Marines up before ordering the aircraft to pull away and head home; hearing the celebrations on the radio knowing for the first time in a long time Picon was now in their hands and not the Cylons.
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Picon
Jan 10, 2013 1:26:28 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 1:26:28 GMT -6
Landing at the airbase, he stepped off of the combat bird only to be greeted by the Admirals who had been working for years to capture the city with no success and by the look on their face they were surprised that he had managed to do it. Having his little fan fair with the Admirals, he retired to his tent where he patched up his open wounds and get the first smell of a home cooked meal. For a long time he used a bow and arrow he had salvaged to kill small game from rabbits to deer but had no patience to grow his own food and yet here he had potatoes with a steak off to the side. Pulling out his combat knife, he cut it up between him getting out of his uniform and feeling his dog slip past him to rest on the leather dog bed. Slowly eating the steak while he cleaned out his rifle, he knew from this point on that the Admiralty would move on to the other Colonies which meant the success his company had would be pushed to the war colonies such as Scorpia and Tauron but getting there would be another challenge.
Finishing up his dinner, the single thing he had feared had came true as the base Commodore came in with orders for him to be shipped to Scorpia but they were going to use a reconditioned civilian vessel made for speed which was good. The only reason speed was the key was that Basestars and raiders are considerably fast and can out maneuver many ships but having something faster means the enemy would have to work to chase it down which is a plus side.
Setting the plate onto the ground for Rover, he picked up his gear as he turned to the Commodore; "Just point me towards the ship and my men will do what we can," he wasn't lying about that considering he had only been on Scorpia only once. He had heard a few years ago that Scorpia was attempting to build a Battlestar but considering the difficulty of just launching it...well it had always stayed as a rumor for that. Starting out of his tent, he noticed new gear that was pulled out of the armory knowing now was the perfect time for it considering portions of Scorpia were hazardous; making his way over to the raptor as the fleet of raptors prepared for take off.
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Picon
Apr 29, 2013 21:18:49 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 21:18:49 GMT -6
Landing outside Perkingston, Romo climbed out of his drop pod, soon going for his rifle and ordering everyone into the trees as raiders flew overhead. Pulling his old radio out, he tuned it to active channels which would give him a quick layout. Signaling the Tauron strike team to follow, he knew this area like the back of his hand even more knew this side of the city had a minefield put down mostly by him; staying clear an he ran along the rock that entruded from ground. Pausing, he could hear gunfire from a distance which could only mean the Centurions are at the old Fleet HQ debris field even more didn't see them land. Running to the edge of the debris, he slowly started into the field while the Tauron began deploying the mortars to bombard the already unstable site.
Making contact with the team, Romo knew each and every one of them considering they were part of the unit that had guarded Fort Brash where the Picon council sat. Learning the fate of the fort, things seemed to have gotten dimmer since the Cylons invaded not even 2 months ago. Joining the unit, grenades and bullets tore through the Centurions while missiles brought down passing raiders.
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May 14, 2013 19:35:49 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 19:35:49 GMT -6
Fighting for days on end against wave after wave of Cylon Centurions, Romo and his men finally got the single break they had been waiting which meant the massive City Protector Tank could take over while they got a situation report from the other divisions. Setting his rifle down, he approached the young Tauron as he heard a message pertaining to the Terran Nomads; "We could use Colonel Thrax and his Nomads so send a raptor for them."
Walking over to the Picon Captain, he flipped on a red light as they reviewed over the Terrain map; showing most of the cities still under Cylon control. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out a marker for the LZ pertaining to the Nomads since they could establish a FOB in Queenstown which was one of the cities that could unite his armies. Slinging his rifle, he wasted no time to order his men to fallout; they were at least a week from Queenstown and knew he could pick up support enroute.
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May 15, 2013 9:24:06 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 15, 2013 9:24:06 GMT -6
Securing the A.I. into the vault of the satellite's core, they had no more pods left which meant they were going to drop in using the forward detachable section of the orbiter giving him 5 more squad mates on the ground. Receiving coordinates from Romo, they began strapping in as the computer moved them into position, keeping his hand on the detachment switch. Pulling it, the retro-rockets fired off as they slipped into the atmosphere followed by launching spare rockets meant to slow them down before breaking away. The parachutes ripped away, holding on as they crashed inside the city; taking out a building on their way down. Cutting loose from his straps, he fell down onto the ground as he caught his breath, crawling over to the emergency hatch as he opened it up. Recovering, he got up as his team got up, grabbing what weapons they could before climbing out of the pod; the Cylons most likely saw their landing which meant they would be here soon and the FOB couldn't be right here. Slipping on his hat, he ordered his Lieutenant to take point as he took up the rear, patching his radio in to the Picon resistance; "Colonel Shepard, this is Colonel Thrax, we're planet side preparing to move out."
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May 15, 2013 12:36:08 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 12:36:08 GMT -6
Hearing a voice over the static, Romo couldn't risk responding considering it could give away his location; he knew Michael would take care of himself and his men. Climbing over another fallen log, before he left, Picon was reaching its pentacle of the colonies with one of the largest surviving armies and now they were in the wrong direction with all their work undone. He listened carefully to his Picon Captain, most of the military leadership was held up on one of their supply islands, holding out against Cylons but if they couldn't allow one of their depots to fall.
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