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Jun 24, 2013 19:24:31 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 24, 2013 19:24:31 GMT -6
Pulling out his med kit, Michael injected a few pain killers to help take the pain away from his cracked ribs, turning to Jack as he entered; "Don't worry, I got a copy of Tom's message to Captain Miller which means fewer toasters to deal with."
Getting up, he began zipping up his vest as the small boat approached the old sea port which was just east of the city. Projecting the map of the city onto the floor, "Jack and Rebecca, take your forces to meet up with Tom. Me and Romo will push to the Capital buildings and hold till the main army can organize and assist. Good luck and conserve your ammo," feeling the boat run aground as he braced himself. Allowing Jack and Rebecca's SF's to leave first, Michael dropped into the waist high water and began his walk to shore while his men secured the beach.
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Jun 24, 2013 20:50:44 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 20:50:44 GMT -6
Listening to the plan of attack, Romo knew holding the Capital buildings would be hard as hell but then again nothing in this war was ever easy so why should it start now. Jumping off the ship and joining the Nomads, they raced off the beach and into the streets which had debris and toasters. Walking over the bricks, he slipped on his night vision goggles before opening fire on a confused Cylon Battalion. Taking cover next to a car, his squad of Picon and Tauron alike gave cover fire while Michael and his Nomads outflanked the enemy. Reloading, bullets from the Nomads tore into the Cylons forcing them to turn their backs to Romo. Tossing grenades and even preset blocks of G4 which ripped through the already crumbling Centurion lines. The fire fight lasted 30 minutes and for the first time in a very long time, the Cylons retreated, leaving tons of gear behind.
Kneeling down, Romo picked up SAW from one of the Centurions, it most likely taken from a fallen Picon soldier but now it was back in friendly hands. Gathering ammunition and explosives, Romo handed Michael an M4 he had found, "At least you got some of your gear back," pausing as he got a message from Adar, "ground forces have just landed and are engaging the enemy."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
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Jun 24, 2013 21:06:31 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 24, 2013 21:06:31 GMT -6
Stealth. It was the single thing Tom had on his side but eventually even that failed. Sitting behind a blown out hummer, his squad had been in a fire fight for sometime against Alex's Centurions who were also in cover. Resting his cheek on the cheek rest on his recon scout rifle, he peered through the red night vision scope, carefully aiming at the Centurion who had already killed one of his men. Flipping over to rapid fire, he wasted no time to bring it down before going back to his P90 and joining his men. Pulling the dog tags from the man, he flipped on his beacon so they could retrieve the body afterwards. Suddenly, it appeared as if the Cylons had been ambushed which forced them out of cover; opening fire till the last one dropped. Taking a breath, they took supplies off the dead man before Tom placed him over his shoulder; never in the history of the Terrans has a man died on foreign soil till now but true to the code they never leave a man behind.
Rounding the corner, Tom was surprised to see Jack as butted hands with him; "Thanks for the help surprised to see you here."
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Jun 25, 2013 18:55:10 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 25, 2013 18:55:10 GMT -6
Listening to the plan of attack, Romo knew holding the Capital buildings would be hard as hell but then again nothing in this war was ever easy so why should it start now. Jumping off the ship and joining the Nomads, they raced off the beach and into the streets which had debris and toasters. Walking over the bricks, he slipped on his night vision goggles before opening fire on a confused Cylon Battalion. Taking cover next to a car, his squad of Picon and Tauron alike gave cover fire while Michael and his Nomads outflanked the enemy. Reloading, bullets from the Nomads tore into the Cylons forcing them to turn their backs to Romo. Tossing grenades and even preset blocks of G4 which ripped through the already crumbling Centurion lines. The fire fight lasted 30 minutes and for the first time in a very long time, the Cylons retreated, leaving tons of gear behind. Kneeling down, Romo picked up SAW from one of the Centurions, it most likely taken from a fallen Picon soldier but now it was back in friendly hands. Gathering ammunition and explosives, Romo handed Michael an M4 he had found, "At least you got some of your gear back," pausing as he got a message from Adar, "ground forces have just landed and are engaging the enemy." Catching the M4, he glanced over it before clipping his P90 to his chest before glancing over his tactical pad; "Let's get moving, we're not too far from the Capital buildings and I'm sure Tom and Jack will reroute to us to assist." Ordering his men to take the lead, it felt a little more comfortable to have his M4 considering he modified it in such a way to act as his old sniper rifle giving him distance more than anything else. Jogging along with his men, he stood by as his men as they wired the gates that protected the massive area; blowing them open before proceeding. Wasting no time to secure the area, they began securing 12-hour flares so they could have some lighting before moving into defensive postures around the small cluster of buildings.
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Jun 25, 2013 21:18:07 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 25, 2013 21:18:07 GMT -6
Stealth. It was the single thing Tom had on his side but eventually even that failed. Sitting behind a blown out hummer, his squad had been in a fire fight for sometime against Alex's Centurions who were also in cover. Resting his cheek on the cheek rest on his recon scout rifle, he peered through the red night vision scope, carefully aiming at the Centurion who had already killed one of his men. Flipping over to rapid fire, he wasted no time to bring it down before going back to his P90 and joining his men. Pulling the dog tags from the man, he flipped on his beacon so they could retrieve the body afterwards. Suddenly, it appeared as if the Cylons had been ambushed which forced them out of cover; opening fire till the last one dropped. Taking a breath, they took supplies off the dead man before Tom placed him over his shoulder; never in the history of the Terrans has a man died on foreign soil till now but true to the code they never leave a man behind. Rounding the corner, Tom was surprised to see Jack as butted hands with him; "Thanks for the help surprised to see you here." Finding Tom relatively fast, his men wasted no time to cut down the Cylons before meeting up with Tom; "Good to see you too, no time to waste, Michael has an FOB nearly 2 miles away so let's reinforce them," ordering his men to take point as they started through the massive debris field. The bombers had managed to cripple the Cylons defensive network in the city before they broke away and began their long flight back to Caprica which meant the ground forces wouldn't need to fight so hard. Reaching the gate in record time, Jack's SF's began work on defenses as signal flares began lighting up the night sky, both to get clear positions on the enemy forces and to alert the Picon Army that a base had been established. Borrowing Tom's recon scout rifles, Jack began his way up an oblisk that stood undamaged to provide long range support while his men covered the gates into the area.
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Jun 25, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -6
Ordering his Picon officers into the courtyard with the communications gear, they had the only link to the main force while his Tauron troops covered them just encase the Centurions broke through the Terran defenders. Taking a moment, he walked through the old Senate building which was made of marble that came down from the mountains and 500 year old wood from the old forest that this area once was back in the old days; soon this spot would be busy once more but not for politicians but for the military brass. He knew of only 3 Colonies who has fire power, troops, and pure numbers to take on the Cylons and now with the Terrans; he knew now it wouldn't be long till the Colonies were theirs once more. Walking out, red torches lit up the buildings as Terrans stood on the roof tops; ready for whatever the enemy dared to toss at them.
Meeting up with Michael on the wall which surrounded the complex, he too spotted the massive formation coming for them. Hundreds if not thousands of Centurions with Alex's Centurions blended in were headed their way as he turned to Michael; "Must be their idea of one last push."
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Jun 25, 2013 22:40:04 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 25, 2013 22:40:04 GMT -6
Nodding to Romo, he had his men deployed along the wall but they didn't have nearly as much ammunition to take them all out which means this could come to close quarters. Unzipping a duffle bag one of the bombers left behind, Michael began handing out black trititanium swords that could cut into the newer Centurions. Placing his on his back, he took aim as the final flare was launched, opening fire in a rain of lead, watching as each bullet penetrated yet they continued to march; spotting a few falling but not nearly as much. Setting his M4 aside, he soon went through his P90 but now the Cylons were at the gates...time seemed to come to a crawl as the enemy detonated the gate, sending almost everyone into the air just from the shockwave.
Now it was their turn, Centurions began firing through the smoke as the survivors scrambled to cover; slipping on their night vision goggles as the FOB went dark once more. Dragging Romo to cover, he knew the man was out cold but not dead which was extremely important. Drawing his sword, he could only wait till they got closer and only then his years of training and war would take over.
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Jun 26, 2013 17:33:23 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 26, 2013 17:33:23 GMT -6
Firing down at Centurions, Jack only needed one bullet per toaster considering the bullet traveled straight down through all the components and into the concrete. Spotting the Nomads engaging with swords at close range, they seemed to take out more than what the snipers could do. Focusing on the Cylons approaching Michael and Romo, he kept his eye on how many bullets he had left since pretty soon he would have to switch to a less accurate weapon and join them on the ground.
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Jun 27, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 27, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -6
Slicing a Centurion in half, he picked up the massive rifle as he began firing on enemy troops but once more he was back to the sword; cutting another Cylon in half. Feeling something grabbing onto the back of his vest, he was soon thrown at least 30 feet as he slid to a stop; spotting a gold Centurion that most likely is in command of the Centurions here. Feeling something running down his back, he knew it was blood but there was nothing he could do since his attention had to be on this target here and now. Quickly slicing its hands off, he tackled the Centurion to the ground where he stuck his sword into its head. Feeling it trying to get up, he reached into its chest as he began pulling everything anything to get it to finally die. Resting, he could hear gunshots coming from aft as the Picon Army began mowing down toasters to secure the area once more.
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Jun 27, 2013 20:11:20 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 27, 2013 20:11:20 GMT -6
Bloodied, Tom held himself up with his sword before cutting down another Centurion in which he too fell to the ground. Feeling a sharp pain in his side, a bullet had grazed him from a fallen Centurion as a Picon soldier brought it down; getting back up as the army passed through him. His face and head had scratches from his hand to hand fighting with a Centurion which meant stitches but there was still one thing he had to do. Walking over to Michael, he noticed Romo waking up as he extended his hand to the man; "If you come with me, Yogi will put you in the brig but to be honest, we need a recon team otherwise each Colony could claim our entire force. Secure a beachhead, give our troops a place to land and move from there and I'll keep Yogi off your ass."
Noticing Michael nodding before ordering his men to securs the area. Helping Romo onto his feet while Michael handed him a pack containing the A.I, he turned to the man; "Can you get me a raptor, need to report back."
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Jun 27, 2013 20:22:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 20:22:32 GMT -6
Romo couldn't believe he missed all the fighting considering with all the scrap metal lying around that it was one hell of a fight. Nodding to Tom's request, he turned back as he sent in the request; "There will be one here soon," turning to Michael as he remembered the promise he had made, "I'll see about new weapons, gear and clothing but I can't give you men till all of Picon is ours again."
Shaking hands with Tom, the Terrans seemed to be fortunate considering they lost 2 men as for him, the 10 Taurons that was with him are all dead. Dust blew into the air as squadrons of raptors landed to take not just Tom to the Atlantia but Jack and Rebecca back to Caprica while Michael stayed on Picon just a bit longer.
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Jun 29, 2013 15:15:11 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 29, 2013 15:15:11 GMT -6
Watching them leave one by one, Michael turned to Romo as soldiers began securing the area; noticing the man walking into one of the governmental buildings. Ordering his men to assist the Picon soldiers, he followed Romo as he too walked inside, the building almost reminded him of one he had been in years ago. Even with the dried blood staining the magnificent floor, the interior was still magnificent and nearly speechless as he ran to move closer; "Romo, I know its not much coming from me but we can still help your people. We can offer the Centurions we built, they can handle the Cylons, and even more allow you all to expand. I know that the Colonies have been fighting for almost 20 years, you all need fresh eyes and that's what we are; let's face it, the Cylons have adapted to your tactics but not ours."
Noticing Romo turning around, he knew he hit the man hard and even more he did it in a place that held some special place in his heart.
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Jun 30, 2013 16:25:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 16:25:32 GMT -6
Taking a seat onto the marble table, he listened to Michael before turning back to him; "I don't think the Centurions would be a good idea considering we're still fighting those we made," pausing as he stood up, "granted they have learned our tactics but given enough time they'll learn yours. I'll talk to the President but I guess having a few hundred Terrans down here might help us out occasionally."
Spotting a Captain walking in, he nodded to the young man as he informed the Colonel that the old airbase is back in Colonial hands and that they are to relocate there. Grabbing his gear, he waved Michael over as he started walking out; "As for your recon missions, I'll see if I can spare some men and we'll begin taking a few Colonies to assist...its time the Colonials retake what's ours."
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Jul 1, 2013 8:36:28 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 1, 2013 8:36:28 GMT -6
Climbing into the humvee, Michael's radio came to life as Terran transport ships entered orbit, informing him that they were dropping off the new class of City Protectors onto Picon. Turning to Romo as he put his rifle aside, "I'll see about sending an officer that will be useful and talking about being useful, new turrets are being setup so Cylons can't reclaim everything we all captured," holding on as they drove up to the base as several City Protectors began setting up. Stepping out of the humvee as it came to a stop, he noticed that this variation appeared to be relatively different and came with a remote which limited how they were being used but neither less it was defenses. Spotting his squad in an empty hanger, he walked in as he noticed them suiting up while the Picon pilots finished painting their raptors for this special mission.
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Jul 1, 2013 9:33:02 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 9:33:02 GMT -6
Amazed by the mere size of the new Terran defense turret, he had never seen the one that protects Terra but if the Terrans have great pride in these things then they must be the most reliable thing they have. Walking into the hanger, he turned to Michael as the pilots finished their checks, "We've modified these raptors to give them a shorter wing span as well as the aft section can come off in order to hide them but we've had to cut back on armor to make them faster. Four of our pilots will be joining you to maintain and protect the birds but from my understanding you've got 7 men and you all managed to do so much with so little." Grinning, he began walking over to one of the tables before pulling out a rifle that is standard amongst the Picon troops and really could help the Terrans. Picking one up, he handed it over to Michael, "This is the M1, we've done a few modifications but for us it acts as an assault rifle and sniper rifle which should do the same for you. The bullets are depleted uranium and acts much like your trititanium but burns holes into the toasters which makes it really effective. Suggest you use these, pack a shotgun and your pistols."
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