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Jun 8, 2013 18:58:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 18:58:23 GMT -6
The small village gave them a bit of cover from the storm but only to allow them to get a hot meal as well as a platoon of Marines unfortunately no vehicle. Starting back into the jungle, the roar of a panther could be heard. His radio came to life from a radio call from the Terrans:
'This is Colonel Thrax, the FOB in Queenstown is gone due to overwhelming enemy forces. Terran SF's will take to the underground while me and my Nomads will head southwest of the city. Contact on channel 6, low on explosives as well as ammunition, checking back in at 12 hour intervals, Thrax out.'
Hearing the channel going dead, he wasted no time to pull out his map to setup a search grid even though they were still days away. He knew the Terrans were great fighters but mostly on their own world which meant even here they were going to play it smart and stay defensive till he got there with reinforcements.
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Jun 9, 2013 13:24:49 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 9, 2013 13:24:49 GMT -6
Handing the headset back over to one of his Lieutenants, they fell back into cover while a massive troop transport flew overhead very slowly as if it was preparing to land but wasn't quite there yet. Suddenly, he could hear and even feel thuds on the ground with spouts of dirt being thrown into the air; the troop ship was dropping drop pods with Centurions inside of them which made hiding impossible. Spotting the Centurions getting out of their pods, Michael took a deep breath before taking aim with his sniper rifle, aiming for the head before opening fire with the rest of his men. He knew how much ammunition he had yet it would take more than what he had to carve a solid path out, turning to his men as he laid down cover fire; "Begin heading south, I'll cover you, that's an order!" Nodding, his men began to fall back in a rush while he tried to take out the ones closer to him till he heard the single sound no one would ever want to hear; he was out of bullets for his rifle. Wiping his tactical pad, he didn't have much of anything to take down the Centurions which led him to the difficult decision to surrender. Placing his hands in the air, he had his vest unzipped as the Centurions approached, right away they kicked him to the ground before hand cuffing his hands. Pulling him up onto his feet, the Centurions dragged him to what he could only guess lower ranking Centurions before tossing him into a cell wagon most likely for the POW's on the move. Taking a seat, he flipped on his long range transmitter on his watch, he would be in this cell for a while but he wondered for how long considering it would be sometime till they could combat this threat.
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NPC Centurion
Cylon
Centurion
By Your Command!
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Jun 9, 2013 13:47:12 GMT -6
Post by NPC Centurion on Jun 9, 2013 13:47:12 GMT -6
Surprised to see the Terran surrender, the Centurion broke down the useless rifle before tossing it aside; starting through the forest as the Centurion spotted the other Terrans. Opening fire, he hit one of them in the back if he could grin he would; killing the same type of Terrans that massacred his kind on Terra was satisfying. Killing another, the Terrans soon surrendered much like the Colonel which made his mechanical heart bleed since he had to oblige the art of war and maybe even these POW's might be useful later on.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
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Jun 11, 2013 10:56:54 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 11, 2013 10:56:54 GMT -6
Reaching an opening where the sewers opened up to a massive lake which probably wasn't the cleanest yet it was a way out of the city. Before they could drop out, Jack noticed a device beside the tunnel which gave him pause considering it was a proxy bomb meaning once they got close enough it would detonate. Hearing walking behind them, he ordered everyone into a defensive posture considering they had no where to go; spotting Alex's Centurions setting up a turret. Taking a deep breath, Jack attempted to open fire but the .50 caliber shells stopped him quickly; they were pinned and the Cylons had all the cards this time around. Ordering everyone to stay in cover, he opened his pack to pull out what explosives he had left till he noticed something dropping down onto the ground beside him; a stun grenade with a few flash grenades. Pausing, there wasn't much they could do as a blinding light filled the space; dropping them all onto the ground.
Waking up with his hands bound, his sight was slowly returning as he noticed everyone else around him including Michael; getting up as he noticed they were in a moving cell. Closing his eyes, he spoke softly as he held onto the bars; "Let me guess, we're being taken as prizes after all of this."
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Jun 12, 2013 11:26:22 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 12, 2013 11:26:22 GMT -6
Noticing the Centurions loading up Jack and his men, he grinned for he noticed something tucked away by one of the captains which was a block of G-6 as he carefully hid it in his jacket. Turning to Jack, he could feel the wagon starting to roll once more; "Yeah or cloned, think about it, clone us and then blow shit up...it would force Terra to destroy its own SF branch due to fear that we're working with Cylons. So you got a plan or do I have to do all the work again?"
Grinning, he had sometime to think of something but couldn't put it in action just yet considering he was being closely watched by the Centurions yet he had been brewing something for some time.
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Jun 15, 2013 20:36:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 20:36:23 GMT -6
Peering over his map, he was close to where Michael said he would be yet he wasn't here. Staying hidden, instead they observed the Terrans from a distance with the Cylons who oddly enough appeared to be lost which allowed him to setup a proper ambush and now in tuned with the artillery had relied every shot to make it a bit better. Shells erupted over them as they tore into the massive army followed by gunfire which really threw them off, oddly forcing them into a sloppy retreat back into the city after only an hour.
Stepping out of his cover, he slowly approached the rolling cell while his small army secured the area. Shooting off the lock, Romo took a deep breath as he helped Michael up; "New plan, its time the army gets off Midway and assist in this war, can you drive a gunboat?"
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Jun 17, 2013 5:30:27 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 17, 2013 5:30:27 GMT -6
Surprised on how quickly they were rescued, Michael got up as he soon found his gear to suit up, catching a small P90 from one of the Taurons since his rifle was long gone. Screwing a suppressor on, he turned to Romo as he nodded; "Yeah can't you...you know the location of a small fleet," Romo didn't answer him and even more it appeared his forces started the long march to shore which didn't tell him much. Helping his own Nomads and SF's up, they followed as they covered their own flanks as well, reaching an old Harbor that seemed to be used as target practice by the Cylons. For a long time, they Picons had no reason to use boats considering before the fall they had aircraft and even Battlestars for their protection but now with war tearing apart their little world; it was time to go back to primitive crafts. Approaching "Battleship Lane", Michael reviewed over the patrol boats to ensure none had holes in them which most didn't considering the armor they had before splitting up his Nomads to pilot each boat. Stepping onboard PT-305, he opened a hatch before stepping onto the bridge where he connected his tactical pad to the helm which allowed him to bypass the code required systems. It appeared to be fueled up, set to go except it must've been two decades since this little boat has been started. Ordering Jack onto a turret just to be safe, he fired up the triple motor boat, feeling it start up right away before reviewing the specs. All the patrol boats in the harbor had custom engines yet each one had 4 turbo chargers which really gave the boat speed as well as a distinctive roar much like a V-12 with turbo chargers as well. Slowly starting out of the harbor, the boats soon picked up speed as they rushed towards a set of islands nearly 30 miles away; the exact location of the army which had been bottled up there for weeks.
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Jun 18, 2013 19:52:18 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 19:52:18 GMT -6
Standing at the back, Romo was glad they were pulling the army out of the fire considering for a long time the army has kept the peace which meant one day soon he could relax once and hopefully see no other Colonial or Terran again. Writing down a bit in his wartime journal, he tucked it away in his pack before stepping inside and hearing the conversations on how exactly were they going to rescue the army. Yes the boats were outnumbered and outgunned but he had seen these Terrans be rather crafty with all of these little facts, "So, Michael, got a plan?"
All he could hope for is the man to pull up some bullshit plan yet he remained silent as they moved closer to they're target.
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Jun 20, 2013 18:48:14 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 20, 2013 18:48:14 GMT -6
Coming up on the islands, he noticed debris from the old Picon fleet and then a massive fort with Cylons on all sides. Ordering the boats to go full broadsides in order to use all their guns, he opened fire with everything before moving to the otherside encase they needed to abandon ship quickly, watching the deck fill with bullets while they mowed down entire units till the guns ran silent, clearly out of ammunition, leaving the battlefield in black smoke. Driving the boat close to shore, he jumped out of the boat to run recon. Checking over the dead Centurions and skinjobs, his radio crackled with the voice of a man requesting his authorization code. Forwarding it to Romo, he was soon stopped by Marines who had him at gun point, not wishing to start a fight with them considering this would be cleared up shortly.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
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Jun 22, 2013 18:03:06 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 22, 2013 18:03:06 GMT -6
Climbing into his pod, the deck hands placed a recon scout rifle inside as well as spare mags before securing the pods doors and the clamp. Placed in a launch tube, Tom held on for dear life as they were fired out of the ship and past the massive Cylon blockade; slipping into the atmosphere with the pods adjusting constantly to keep them on target. Small vents opened which were airbrakes meant to slow them down before launching the parachute once they reached 5,000 feet but it cut away once they were 100 feet from the ground. Detonating the blow away charges on the door, Tom fell out with the oxygen breather still on his face; getting up as he tossed it aside. Grabbing the rifle and small sac of mags, his team ran for cover before destroying the pods from a distance.
Flipping on his tactical pad, he turned to his men as he checked over their position; "I'm not here to arrest the Colonel but we're going to make it clear he needs to return on his own, let's assist if needed so we can get back to aiding the General...and nobody is to report this to that pain in the ass Admiral," he noticed the grins considering none of his men really liked taking orders from a Colonial. Verifying they were miles outside the city, he put down a marker to the nearest base considering he wanted to secure his ride off the colony first.
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Jun 22, 2013 21:19:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 21:19:38 GMT -6
Tapping his radio as he tried to remember his authentication code, "Zeta Delta 568 dash Alpha 624 Echo dash Sierra Sierra 004, this is Colonel Shephard of the 2nd Company 4th Regiment, General Adar are you okay over there?"
Romo waited in silence till he noticed the Marines moving away from Michael and his radio crackled to life, "This is General Adar, nice to hear from you Colonel and I've see that you picked up some help. The Taurons told us of an outside fighting force but never thought I'd see them. Can you provide cover while we move back to the main land?"
Ordering Michael back to the boat, he simply tapped back 'yes' as he noticed massive ships coming out of the fog. Turning to the puzzled Terrans as the patrol boats moved into a defensive posture, "Early in the war, we managed to recover the old President from his downed shuttle, since then, he's been fighting this war with us and may be one of the few which all Colonials respect. Who knows maybe after all this, he may want to go on the offense much like you all did after the Cylons attacked you."
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Jun 22, 2013 22:29:37 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 22, 2013 22:29:37 GMT -6
Not surprised by Shephard at all, he stepped inside the boat to make him a cup of tea; noticing his tactical pad had linked with Tom's which meant that he was planetside. Drinking down his tea, he sent a simple message containing coordinates before turning to Romo; "Once we retake the city, I'll need 2 raptors and fresh gear including weapons. Tom has just landed outside the city, most likely has orders to arrest me and bring me back to Atlantia which would force me to sit this war out," turning to Jack and Rebecca, "once we retake the city, you'll be going back to Caprica till the General decides what to do with you."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
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Jun 23, 2013 19:23:42 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 23, 2013 19:23:42 GMT -6
Glancing down at his tactical pad as he noticed coordinates from Michael which was inside the city. Even he knew the city would be on lock down and packed with toasters yet they had to get in which left him with a single idea and on of which would take time to get there. Linking with the satellite, Tom wasted no time to send a message to Caprica, a message only for Captain Miller considering he had the tools for the job. Activating the thermal camera on the satellite as well as deploying a UAV to give them a Dradis picture of the city, Tom and his team quickly began moving out to the safest entry point into the city.
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Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Captain
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Jun 23, 2013 19:45:11 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Jun 23, 2013 19:45:11 GMT -6
:Captain Miller:
Reemerging from the jump, they seemed to be miles from the target but at least in cloud cover and over water which meant good chances nobody can target them. Switching to hover mode, the pilots began checking over their larger 5,000 pound to 10,000 pound bombs which could level city blocks with ease. Flipping on Tom's locator beacon, they couldn't allow their bombs to land anywhere near them. Finishing the checks, the bombers moved into several 'V' shaped formations before starting their run towards the city. Keeping their lighting off, the bombers began opening their bay doors to the massive bombs, some of which had signatures from back home in full support of this war. Beginning their drops, buildings began disappearing in fireballs and dust while the Cylons, who were confused about what exactly is happening, fired wildly into the sky.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
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Jun 23, 2013 21:57:14 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 23, 2013 21:57:14 GMT -6
Standing out onto the bow, Jack was still in pain from his cracked ribs but he still needed to be here till the end since these people reminded him of Terrans with a constant will to fight. His suit repaired a bit of the hard hit spots yet he still wished he brought his bulky armor which is probably still in his apartment on Caprica. Slinging his rifle, he started his way to the hatch before pausing, small thumps echoed across the water as he tapped his radio; "Hey, it sounds like someone or something is bombing the city."
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