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Tauron
Nov 27, 2010 21:21:14 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 27, 2010 21:21:14 GMT -6
The Colony of Tauron Capital City: Hypatia Tauron has no flowers growing on it; also it has suffered a civil war. It is also the home of the Ha'la'tha organized crime syndicate. Tauron has pastures and is a major source of livestock for the Colonies.
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Tauron
Nov 28, 2010 2:17:58 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 28, 2010 2:17:58 GMT -6
Tauron is one of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. It is the ancestral home of the Adama family. It was also the home of Helena Cain. Approximately a century before the Second Cylon War, a civil war occurs on Tauron. Tauron society is portrayed as more interested in justice than mercy, and the use of tattoos publicly displays the identity and adversity the individual has experienced. Duty to ethnic identity is seen as an admirable trait and that all Taurons have a duty to other Taurons. The Taurons are heard occasionally speaking a separate language resembling Ancient Greek. In pre-war Caprican society, Taurons are victims of racism on nearly every level, and are often referred to by the pejorative “dirt-eater”.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
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Tauron
Nov 17, 2011 11:04:32 GMT -6
Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Nov 17, 2011 11:04:32 GMT -6
Tauron is one of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. It is known throughout the Four Systems as "The Old Colony". The climate of Tauron is dry and mostly arid. Tauron is in the Helios Alpha star system, and shares its star system with Picon, Caprica, and Gemenon. The surface of Tauron is rocky, with reddish land and is often subject to the baking heat of the sun, violent storms, or clouds from wildfires. No forests or mountains, just blue water, red soil and massive grasslands. The oldest city on Tauron is Minos near the Great Tauron Plain. The capital is Hypathia, a costal city and the largest on Tauron. Olympia is a wealthy suburb of Hypathia, located in a lush fern forest above the sea. The high tech economy on Tauron is largely fueled by mining the Erebos[1] asteroid belt, where mining operations have been conducted for hundreds of years.[2] Tauron is the ancestral home of the Adama family. It was also the home of Helena Cain. Approximately thirty years before the First Cylon War, a civil war occurs on Tauron between the resistance fighters, called the Ha'la'tha and the governing body called the Heraclitus, and Taurons had gained their independence from Virgon and Leonian domination 850 years earlier still. Tauron society is portrayed as more interested in justice than mercy, and the use of tattoos publicly displays the identity and adversity the individual has experienced. Duty to ethnic identity is seen as an admirable trait and that all Taurons have a duty to other Taurons. The Taurons are heard occasionally speaking a separate language resembling Ancient Greek.[16]
In pre-war Caprican society, Taurons are victims of racism on nearly every level, and are often referred to by the pejorative “dirt-eater”.
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Tauron
Jan 13, 2013 16:45:33 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2013 16:45:33 GMT -6
Landing in what was once the old shipyards of Hypatia, the city was in shreds with few building barely a hundred feet high but Cylons were everywhere with what appeared to be procured rifles and Humvees. Placing the bags of rice onto a wooden cart, they carefully concealed a pistol on them but made a small convoy appearing to be farmers ready to cultivate outside the city; knowing they were outmatched if a fight were to break out here. Starting down the street, both Romo and his men began counting the Centurions but only by city blocks so they could get a round number on how many Cylons were in the city but also how well armed. So far it wasn't looking good, they would need a massive army to take the city and maybe even the planet which would be hard to get considering Picon and Scorpia doesn't have those types of numbers. Leaving the city, they moved clear of the perimeter before moving the carts off of the road; cautiously suiting up but keeping their overcoats encase they needed to hide amongst the Cylons once more. Starting into the brush, Romo pondered on where the resistance could be and with no intelligence they were going in blind; carefully climbing over old Vipers and raiders but for every mile they setup a bobby trap ensuring the Cylons couldn't follow them. Slinging their rifles, they came up to a river mouth but there was something different considering the ground was padded down as if something had sat on the shore for extended periods but it was massive. Pulling out their diving equipment, Romo knew what could make these marks and it was pretty smart considering it would be crazy to stay on land; swimming down the river to the ocean as they spotted the massive submarine. Swimming to it, they stood on the end as the doors opened up to allow them inside, knowing that whatever the welcome party was that it wouldn't be so welcoming. Dropping their tanks, they waited as the water was drained out before drawing their rifles wondering if they were in a Cylon trap or a truly Tauron submarine?
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Tauron
Jan 13, 2013 23:08:43 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2013 23:08:43 GMT -6
The massive hatch creaked open as a few Taurons walked through to greet them, they appeared to be former soldiers which meant this could be the last haven of the Tauron military and could also be a bad sign. Slinging his rifle, Romo walked forward as he pulled off his helmet to see the man face to face; "Colonel Romo Shepard of the Picon and Scorpia Joint Task Force, we came to aid in freeing Tauron of the Cylon threat..."
Being interrupted, an older man walked forward and by the way his jacket appeared he had to be one of the Admirals for Tauron; "Colonel, you came a long way and we would love the help but this sub holds the last of our military and its going to be hard to pull together an army with the Cylons watching so carefully. We have a civilian population in the hundreds and I have three hundred personnel under my command, unfortunately, you may be fighting this war on your own."
His worst fears had been realized, he needed to adjust his tactics for the mere fact he's outnumbered ten to one with no hope to get any military assistance from Picon or even Scorpia. Taking a deep breath, he knew taking on the Cylons anywhere would risk the extinction of the Tauron people which could destroy the alliance or even the fragile state of the Colonies if one group of people on one Colony were to disappear. Turning to the Admiral as he tucked his helmet underneath his armpit, "It'd take us a while to coordinate an attack but with all due respect, you need to move your civilian population either in a bunker or another submarine. We'll be fighting a hit and run war, outnumbered and we can't take the risk of Centurions killing what's left of your people during all this. I do ask of one thing though, civilian clothing for me and my men; we need to blend in and well if you have any way to communicate to Picon can you ask for Package Omega?"
Spotting the old man nod, he turned to his men as they slung their rifles wondering if they could pull off something that was simply marked impossible everywhere. Even his old professors and Admirals at the War College on Caprica would have told Romo that he had fallen off his rocker and a counter attack like this couldn't be done...well its time to test that.
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Tauron
Jan 14, 2013 8:02:54 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 8:02:54 GMT -6
Walking back into the city, he had his fire team Alpha with him as they began searching the buildings for anything that could help them; hoping that some civilians hid away weapons from the toasters. Passing a Centurion in the corridor, they noticed it was alone as they tackled it and began filling it with holes followed by a pressure switch encase a Centurion picked it up for repair. Glancing over the marking, the room they came up to next once owned to the body guards of the Ha'La'Tha boss which had a plus side to it as they opened the door; walking on through as they noticed gun safes nearly everywhere. Letting one of his men take a crack at it, he went to explore the rest of the room as he noticed talking nearby which almost sounded like a Six. Walking up to a cracked door, he flipped the safety off of his pistol as he watched a Six torture a Tauron in a suit wondering how long this may have been happening. Stepping back, he took aim before firing a round into the woman's head but unknown to him a Centurion was on the other side of the door as it kicked him into the bathroom behind him.
Scrabbling to get his gun, the Centurion picked him up by his neck as it took a long look on what he was wearing; wondering how he got ahold of this gear. Giving up on his pistol, he pulled out his combat knife and soon cut the head off of the Centurion as he dropped down into the tub; their cover was blown which also means they're now stuck in the city with only half of their weapons. Getting up, he started over to the Tauron as he helped the man up and cleared his throat so he could speak Tauron to him; "Are you okay soldier and where is the rest of your men?"
The Ha'La'Tha soldier turned to him as he fixed his suit, turning towards the doorway as he glanced over them; "Thanks, that Six killed my brothers, I am in your debt. Even though the bulk of the Ha'La'Tha is elsewhere, a few of my brothers stayed and we head a small resistance; I'm sure you know the military won't fight but we will."
Nodding, he went over to pick up the Centurion rifle before starting back down the hall; "We need to get eyes on patrols and time them, if we have explosives we need to find the city gas lines and start rigging that way when the time comes we can blow the city. I know this is your capital but blowing it up would send a clear message to the Cylons that they're not welcome and even more they're not safe anywhere."
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Tauron
Jan 14, 2013 13:10:51 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 13:10:51 GMT -6
Dodging Centurion fire, Romo ordered his men down the stairs as he turned to open fire; taking out one or two before sliding down the rail till he rolled around a corner where his Lieutenant tossed his last grenades towards the Centurions. Sprinting around the corner, they moved behind the columns as they all reloaded their pistols awaiting the Centurions to pass before opening fire. Earlier, they moved the Centurion bodies where they planted nearly 300 pounds of G-4 to the gas lines then the Centurions must've spotted them cause they haven't been able to get back up to the surface. Romo's fire teams on the surface had spotted a Basestar landing almost on top of them to provide more Centurions on the ground and the space port had been closed due to their now confirmed presence. Hearing the Centurions slowly walking by, they all were on their last magazine for their pistols so the next few shots would count; waiting till the Centurions were on the other side before opening fire on them. Taking them down with a breeze, they holstered their pistols before dropping down and with no bullets they wouldn't last long which meant only one thing they could do and it was the one thing they weren't ready for. Staying clear of the rails, they didn't get far till Romo spotted tanks and Centurions in front of them, turning to his Lieutenant; "Detonate!" Wasting no time, the Lieutenant pulled out the detonator and hit the switch as the gas lines went up in flames and the Basestar as well. The city was soon leveled block by block, sending tons of dust into the air but the leveling soon destroyed most of the Centurions including burying Romo and his fire team.
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Tauron
Jan 14, 2013 23:32:05 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 23:32:05 GMT -6
Crawling out from the rubble, the blast had thrown him against the concrete wall with such force he had been knocked out but that alone had kept him and his Lieutenant alive while the rest of his fire team had died with the Tauron soldier. Wiping the dust off of his face, he was covered in it and for sure figured he wouldn't survive however he did and won a massive victory for them; climbing to what was left of the surface to see the Basestar smoldering. Raiders were still flying but they were staying far from the burning city knowing nowhere was safe for them but even more Tauron had returned back to its isolation with no chance of getting more fire teams down onto the surface. Making his way out of the city, both he and his Lieutenant met up with his other fire teams as they headed into the jungle; using old maps to figure out where the best place to go.
Stopping only briefly, they unpacked the long range radio to send a status report to Picon and ensured to mark on how screwed they were and to his surprise; Picon gave the same bogus bull shit about holding on till the fleet could gather up force for a full scale attack. Packing up the radio, they started towards the river, following it knowing that some towns had to hide from the toasters which meant now all of them were wide open but if they could get their hands on a Basestar then just maybe they would have the firepower for the orbital battle. That's all that really matter, if they could capture the orbit then they could capture the Colony within months instead of years; didn't matter cause either way they would be on the surface fighting. Coming to a stop, they slowly started down a massive waterfall knowing if the Cylons came across them then they would be easy targets; dropping down into the water as he swam down the stream.
Spotting a city, all they could do was watch as a Basestar came down out of the clouds only to nuke it; sending a clear message that they too were crossing that same line. Taking their anti-radiation meds, they had to go through the destroyed city but deep down Romo knew the next city would be gone which means they need a frakkin miracle; a miracle that could save this Colony and his mission.
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Tauron
Jan 15, 2013 12:28:02 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 12:28:02 GMT -6
Out of the water, they spotted a small temple that seemed to have been saved from the destruction all around it and appeared to be the best place to hide for a while till they could get their bearings back. This single mission for them has been the hardest to date, especially since the real advantage would be in the air at this point and Romo forgot to bring his wings to get there. Taking a seat in the temple of Mars, he noticed the statue of Mars had been torn down only to be replaced by a likeness of the Cylon god which would make sense for an occupying force to do. Pulling out his rations, he had to keep his calorie count high so he would have the energy to keep going even stay awake then it occurred to him that Cylons do one thing humans do all the time which is capture enemies and gloat over their victory. Granted the Cylons may execute them but the Cylons would be interested on how another Colony managed to get personnel down on Tauron which meant questioning would come in order.
He knew in a heart beat that the Admiral would turn them in but what they needed was one more attack and to really show off their faces then the Cylons would start putting up wanted posters and work on capturing them. Pulling out his map, he spotted an old Battlestar shipyard that the Cylons would have taken over right away which meant if there was anything to fight with it'd be in there which meant they had to be there. Ordering his men to pack it up, he slipped on a black ball cap with night vision goggles, moving with his scouts as they started in a fast pace towards the shipyard. Running over the hill, there it was the massive shipyard and one of the most tempting targets with a single Battlestar still in the dock still being constructed and at least ten Basestars around it...simply the hub of the Tauron Cylon fleet. Keeping his snipers on the ridge, he started down to the shipyard with his demolitions fire team; keeping clear of Centurions before starting into the interior.
Getting into the Battlestar, they soon locked it down as they headed for the main munitions locker where the nukes and other explosives would be stored unfortunately for them nothing was in there except for shells belonging to the guns. Locking the hatch behind them, the demolitions team began rigging while elsewhere another team went ahead and began surveying the base to figure out how they could restrain the Basestars from launching.
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Tauron
Jan 15, 2013 22:37:54 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 22:37:54 GMT -6
Sitting on the ridge, they had done everything to ensure now the Basestars couldn't leave the shipyard especially considering the mourning clamps were built to hold a Battlestar down and if need be drain the power from the ship. The incomplete Battlestar had been rigged with enough explosives to mimic a nuclear explosion with all the explosives they had loaded with it and now was the time to light this candle; getting confirmation that the Achilles and Hector were in position for an orbital attack against the single Basestar. Igniting the explosives, Romo and his men hide on the other side of the mountain as the Battlestar and Basestar's ignited in a massive explosion that even the mountain side couldn't protect them as the rock began to crack. Chunks of the Basestars began raining down with what was left of Centurions and even raiders, however; to his surprise, he spotted Vipers racing in to engage the raiders that weren't in the explosion most of which flew with Picon colors. Even before the war, Picon had some fierce pilots that were distributed among the fleet and most noteworthy ships such as the Valkerie and even Enterprise which perished early in the war.
Picking up the radio, he waited till the Commander of the Achilles to pick up before speaking softly; "One hell of a victory, sir, requesting Picon Third Division land and begin liberation protocol. As for me and my men, requesting raptors for pick up and..."
Interrupting the man, the Commander held onto the phone as news of another ship came in over the com from his CAG and Tactical Officer. Hanging up the line briefly, the Commander picked it up once more as he glanced over the Colonial verification numbers that the ship had given him; "Raptors are inbound but you won't be coming on the Achilles, it seems that our distant fleet has sent a stealth ship to assist, its from the 13th Tribe and from there you will have new orders; Achilles out."
Wondering what he could be talking about, Romo hung up the phone before turning to his fire teams wondering what was up with these new orders and what frakkin thirteenth tribe. He had never been one for the scriptures, he had always written it all off as old morality stories which helped children sleep at night yet now it was all being thrown in his face once more. If the thirteenth tribe had returned, it could only mean that this was the turning point they needed maybe even an opportunity to reclaim victory for all the Colonies of Kobol.
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Tauron
Jan 31, 2013 18:38:59 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jan 31, 2013 18:38:59 GMT -6
Surprised, he turned back to the pilot as they inputted the landing zone coordinates knowing that they would have to pray that the Cylons don't see through this trick. Walking over to another console, he flipped on the automated lockdown which began closing massive bulkhead doors on all the decks along with cutting the main engines. Holding on, the ship jumped once more just as the Cylons began firing onto their hull; reappearing only feet off of the ground as the ship dropped onto the marsh like land. Opening the bulkhead doors, the power soon went out leaving them in the darkness and occasional lighting that the outside had provided.
Flipping on a light, he got up from the table as he shined the light on the consoles before taking a look out of the massive window; "Welcome home," keeping the light on as the rain beat up against the hull and the winds howled.
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Tauron
Feb 2, 2013 10:39:56 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2013 10:39:56 GMT -6
Stepping down off of the ramp, Romo started across the mud till he reached solid ground as he caught his pack before helping his men up onto the shore; starting through the rocky landscape with nothing to slow down the wind and rain. Staying close and getting miles from the Venture, the wind soon let up as noticed a valley below but even more a make shift airfield that the Cylons had created and now seemed unknown to his presence. Still cloudy, the moon barely shined through which provided little light but it didn't matter considering they needed no light to kill off the Cylons. Keeping his sniper portion which made up most of the Scorpia Fire team, he slipped on his night vision goggles before starting down the cliff face; knowing how dangerous this was but for now the rewards outweighed the risks. Dropping down onto the valley floor, he tapped his radio twice as they sprinted across the desert ground to the main fuel depot where they setup an explosive to tear it apart before moving on to the hangers.
Keeping behind the raiders, they soon locked down the landing clamps before planting explosives in the missile holds of the raiders; preparing to blow it all as they rushed towards the main barracks which were Tauron by design. Detonating the raiders and fuel supply, the snipers began opening fire on the Centurions as he and his men rushed into the barracks; taking on what Centurions who weren't being killed by the snipers. Taking the airfield in mere minutes, Romo ordered his snipers to come down as he setup his long range radio to communicate with the Venture.
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Tauron
Feb 2, 2013 20:41:22 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Feb 2, 2013 20:41:22 GMT -6
Getting the request from Colonel Shepard, Jack grabbed his gear as his tank driver jumped into his vehicle with him directly behind him; getting inside as the tank rolled on out of the pod. Driving over the mud, they drove up onto the solid ground before bringing up the GPS system and starting out through the storm; knowing they had to transverse a lot of land to get to the new coordinates. Sitting back, Jack pulled up his tactical pad to mark down his active duty in his log while they rolled through an old road most likely used before the war. Moving over next to the driver, he soon got a clear view of old tanks both that of the Tauron military and ones the Cylons had adapted for their use; knowing that Terran tanks were made of tougher stuff. Soon rolling up to the airfield, he had other tanks setup a perimeter as he climbed out to meet up with the Colonel; "We'll be moving the Venture after the storm and might just join up with you, Colonel."
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Tauron
Feb 3, 2013 19:37:00 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Feb 3, 2013 19:37:00 GMT -6
Starting down the corridor, he placed in his ear piece before ordering his Terran fire team to the pod; noticing that they were well armed with enough gear to hold off a small Cylon force. Entering the pod, he stepped onto the ramp before rushing across the marshy ground and climbing onto the shore before helping his men up and waiting for Sam.
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Tauron
Feb 4, 2013 1:22:31 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 4, 2013 1:22:31 GMT -6
Smiling at the Colonel, Sam grabbed the remainder of her gear and walked down the ramp. She found her way through the marsh area that they'd landed in, until she caught up with Michael and the others. Burtof was close behind her, jogging through the muck as well. "We're ready. Let's get moving," she said, propping her M-4 on her shoulder.
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