Capt. Chris Blake
Colonial Officer
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 45
Registered: May 22, 2019 7:54:53 GMT -6
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Tauron
Jun 30, 2019 19:16:16 GMT -6
Post by Capt. Chris Blake on Jun 30, 2019 19:16:16 GMT -6
They had the information needed and the hard drives needed to save not just his two teammates but more if needed. Even more, Chris had found the hardware needed to transfer the Artificial intelligence from the hard drive to the brain using light; a method that was just unbelievable fast. The bags had a lining that would protect them against EM radiation but being in a Raptor was much better.
Turning to Gabe, Chris saw Bravo having experience in a little bit of everything so why insert dominance; "Gabe, Jack Thrax recommended you so if you want the position you're welcome to have it," slipping on his over shirt as he stuffed everything in the backpack, "is there anything we're missing?"
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Tauron
Jun 30, 2019 20:36:22 GMT -6
Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jun 30, 2019 20:36:22 GMT -6
They had the information needed and the hard drives needed to save not just his two teammates but more if needed. Even more, Chris had found the hardware needed to transfer the Artificial intelligence from the hard drive to the brain using light; a method that was just unbelievable fast. The bags had a lining that would protect them against EM radiation but being in a Raptor was much better. Turning to Gabe, Chris saw Bravo having experience in a little bit of everything so why insert dominance; "Gabe, Jack Thrax recommended you so if you want the position you're welcome to have it," slipping on his over shirt as he stuffed everything in the backpack, "is there anything we're missing?" Picking up his rifle and armor, they were here for hours and uncovered quite a bit though this was a place shrouded in secrets. With the fission generation, it would be powered for lifetimes so everyone can eventually figure out why one of Terra's most notorious General committed the act of artificial enhancement. It was a path that many are living with but never with any rhyme or reason. Picking up one of the bags, he slung it over his shoulder before heading over to the platform. Standing before General Shepherd, the Colonial Government had made a deal with the Terrans that Kobol would be their home. The singular planet that started the Colonies was now saving descendants of the 13th Colony. Listening to the talking, he spoke up to add a neutralizing tone to the conversation; "If I may, the destruction brought to us more than a decade ago with some reversal from the Terrans have helped but our homes are gone. Work on Tauron will be hundreds of years in the making and other Colonies face the same road or shorter journey. We go to Kobol, we survive and maybe they can help but complaining about it won't help."
The conversation continued with Tauron and Scorpia opting out to help the move to Kobol and continue with restoration operations. Lifting his bandana, they would be rising either into the storm they left or the starry night which would make traveling back to the Raptor easier.
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Capt. Chris Blake
Colonial Officer
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 45
Registered: May 22, 2019 7:54:53 GMT -6
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Tauron
Jun 30, 2019 22:37:05 GMT -6
Post by Capt. Chris Blake on Jun 30, 2019 22:37:05 GMT -6
Joining Gabe on the lift, Chris too prepared for the possibility of stepping back into the storm as he secured the pack. Feeling the lift rise, he watched as the bunker began to power down with the doors opening to a reveal the starry night with sand pouring down onto them. Walking around the platform, Chris reached into the side of his pack to pull out a red smoke canister for the Raptor to come in.
Leaning against a column, Chris peered up into the sky with his focus on some constellations before turning to Gabe; "You might like Kobol. Lots of work for us and if Cylons show up...more work," laughing a bit.
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Tauron
Jun 30, 2019 23:25:27 GMT -6
Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jun 30, 2019 23:25:27 GMT -6
Smiling, thinking to himself maybe but Kobol was a big step forward for him since all he's known is Tauron and a city on Terra. Watching the Raptor fly over, he started off the platform and into the sand which this particular place held memories for him. He lost his eyesight, he was divorced and going nowhere, regained sight thanks to a Terran, and fight various times to keep what little he has. Maybe it is time to leave.
Getting up off the sofa, Gabriel began changing into his desert BDUs while Emma returned from her chat with the Colonels; "So, where are you going?"
Clipping on the holsters, Gabriel zipped up the jacket before opening his foot locker to pull out his armor and M4A1; "General Thrax is sending a Picon to check up on some leads and needs me to escort him."
Taking a seat at his desk, Emma watched him suit up and handed him the recent reports; "Plan on coming back?"
"Maybe," slipping on his shades before picking up his little pack as he started towards the door; "if I don't come back, the combination to your cold heart is beside the cure to blindness," closing the door just after she tosseda book to it.
Boarding the Raptor, he took a seat closer to the pilot and leaned back as the Raptor took off.
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Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Dec 11, 2021 13:00:53 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Walking through the newly built Hall of the New Colonial Fleet Headquarters, Romo knew Kobol was still constructing theirs with their command structure spread out. Each Colony had donated materials except for Kobol and Terra who joined the Colonial ranks but very much outsiders as well. With uniforms far from uniformed, Picon persisted on the forest fatigues since it was the one thing they had in surplus. Blue marble with gold trim outlined the black and red phoenix, standing on the outer ring as noticed not just regular officers but Tauron Special Forces units. Normally this wouldn't be odd but if you fought alongside SFs then you notice the way they stand and act...they were near identical to their Terran counterparts.
Listening to the Administrator, Romo was here to register Picon for the Interior Defense Force so once more Picon can defend HQ. The man spoke about that task was already covered but Picon was being reassigned to protecting Caprica. Caprica was recovering but far from its old glory though Terran engineers were helping. Noticing a man only half his age approaching him, a simple handshake and a suggestion to follow; "Have we met?"
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Gen. George Harperson
Terran Defense Forces
Retired, Terran Defense Forces
Director of Intelligence
Posts: 20
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:35:36 GMT -6
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Tauron
Dec 11, 2021 13:25:03 GMT -6
Post by Gen. George Harperson on Dec 11, 2021 13:25:03 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Listening to the conversation, George excused the Administrator as he approached Romo, shaking his hand but knowing he looked far different than their last meeting. Images of the Picon killing him had surfaced but he suppressed them for he was beyond that...his revenge was in motion. His former soldiers had moved on. His old armies were now Protectors of Kobol and the corrupt President. He has new troops. New loyalties and new objectives. Walking with the man into a corridor, 'Have we met before?' came from the man as he simply replied in his thick sophisticated Caprican accent; "I don't think we have but I command the SF training program here on Tauron and Libra."
Turning to his opened office door, his office was immaculate with wooden panels, hundreds of books and authentic furniture with furnishings from the old training academy on Tauron. Taking a seat, George called up for tea as he crossed his legs; "I know your file well. But being assigned to Caprica would be a waste...still have to wear a regulator and take those bloody shots. Maybe Kobol, after all, the Cylons just attacked, imagine some slots opened."
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Tauron
Dec 12, 2021 1:49:59 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Dec 12, 2021 1:49:59 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Taking a seat, this young man knew him well yet he knew so little about him. This Caprican General had knowledge past his years with a force that the Terrans had once used to hunt Tauron gangsters. Receiving his cup of tea, the sharp taste wasn't that of the typical heavily preserved cup of tea but that of the new Kobol tea that is making its rounds around the Colonies. Setting the cup down on the table, Romo knew there was more to his officer but...he never saw this person before and still no name. Speaking softly, he knew Caprica would be a bad match considering most of his men hated the regulator but Kobol is a biological advisory world with heavy vaccinations prior to landing; "Very few know about the Cylon Attack, shit, I was briefed on the way here," taking off his gloves, "I never got your name."
Interested, Romo set his gloves down on the table before finishing off his tea but setting it aside for a refill. Why would the SFs follow any ordinary Colonial officer? How did this person train the SFs considering the two civilizations train differently.
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Gen. George Harperson
Terran Defense Forces
Retired, Terran Defense Forces
Director of Intelligence
Posts: 20
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:35:36 GMT -6
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Tauron
Dec 12, 2021 5:04:13 GMT -6
Post by Gen. George Harperson on Dec 12, 2021 5:04:13 GMT -6
Terran Fleet Headquarters Smirking, George took a sip of his tea as he set it aside but thought over a response even though this was fun for him. Tapping a button embedded in his jacket for the assistant to refill their tea, he tapped the table with his foot to reveal that it was in fact a smaller holo table to reveal real time. Rewinding to the attack, he was far more interested in the stealth technology the Cylons displayed which could've aided intelligence gathering; "We are sub contracted with Terran Intelligence so we have certain access to knowledge others aren't as inclusive," watching the assistant pour two fresh cups.
Waiting for the man to leave, George still haven't told Romo his name but knew with the weapon under his jacket that he had for protection. Speaking softly as he got up, George had the blinds remotely opened as he leaned against his desk; "You know the enemy far better than I do, what is the one advantage they have that keeps their numbers high?"
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Tauron
Dec 16, 2021 3:41:26 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Dec 16, 2021 3:41:26 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Following the man, Romo knew the man dodged his question quite cleverly almost the same way a Terran would. Getting up, he quickly remembered he had this compact pistol on him and now it was digging into his side. The connections this General had with the Taurons and Terrans especially at this age was also questionable since the Terrans are quite picky. In his mind, all he could see was red flags but maybe this man had sought out a connection he missed. Standing parallel with the Caprican, he knew the Cylons were faring much better than them but then again only till recently they were refilling once empty battalions. Crossing his arms, Romo spoke softly as he answered his inquiry; "Resurrection. The Cylons have since compacted their resurrection facilities from a separate ship to their stars considering those ships were favored by Colonial tacticians."
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Gen. George Harperson
Terran Defense Forces
Retired, Terran Defense Forces
Director of Intelligence
Posts: 20
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:35:36 GMT -6
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Tauron
Dec 19, 2021 13:34:26 GMT -6
Post by Gen. George Harperson on Dec 19, 2021 13:34:26 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Cylon resurrection was so primitive. It wasn't a secret that the Cylons stole the technology while he stole the better version and had it running for a decade. A grin grew on his face as he set the magazine he had ejected from Romo when they met in the lobby on the desk. He had a plan to Room behind bars and vengeance once more. Speaking softly, George began flicking bullets out of the magazine as he recalled their last meeting; "We used to work side by side till the next thing I know you were carving into my chest," pulling out his own pistol as he shot Romo in the shoulder, "see Gondawan resurrection tied with the hardware in NY SFs means you can't kill me for in a few minutes I'll be in a new body so who am I? George Harperson," positioning the pistol at his own shoulder as he fired a shot before placing it into Romo's hand, "consider debt repaid."
Tapping the help button, he took a seat beside the desk as he turned to Romo; "Consider yourself finished," watching the SFs rush in with Tauron security forces as they worked on getting him medical care, "I want that Picon bastard arrested!"
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Tauron
Dec 21, 2021 5:59:16 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Dec 21, 2021 5:59:16 GMT -6
Tauron Fleet Headquarters Cylon resurrection was so primitive. It wasn't a secret that the Cylons stole the technology while he stole the better version and had it running for a decade. A grin grew on his face as he set the magazine he had ejected from Romo when they met in the lobby on the desk. He had a plan to Room behind bars and vengeance once more. Speaking softly, George began flicking bullets out of the magazine as he recalled their last meeting; "We used to work side by side till the next thing I know you were carving into my chest," pulling out his own pistol as he shot Romo in the shoulder, "see Gondawan resurrection tied with the hardware in NY SFs means you can't kill me for in a few minutes I'll be in a new body so who am I? George Harperson," positioning the pistol at his own shoulder as he fired a shot before placing it into Romo's hand, "consider debt repaid."
Tapping the help button, he took a seat beside the desk as he turned to Romo; "Consider yourself finished," watching the SFs rush in with Tauron security forces as they worked on getting him medical care, "I want that Picon bastard arrested!" So many questions raced through his head. He had cheated death and now had the means to stave it off. Romo was in shock while the Marines treated and cuffed him for Harperson had worked in the background to bring back his old empire. Being dragged off, Romo could see a smirk on George's face while the Marines carried him off.
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Post by Jake McNeill on Jan 4, 2022 22:34:28 GMT -6
Walking through the new Fleet Headquarters, Jake noticed Tauron SFs and personnel watching the horrors happening on Kobol with Marines and SFs fighting in city streets. It seemed like everywhere these fights were happening and he knew the Colonies were ready to assist but how was the question. His task a bit less complex as he went into the bowels of the facility to the brig as he approached a cell holding an asset; Romo. The simple fact is that Romo could call upon Picon to reinforce the SFs and defend Kobol till regular leadership returns. Reaching into his pockets, he picked the cell before helping the old man to his feet before tapping his ear; "One minute till we reach extraction point," carrying him along to an old sewage pipe and after a few feet to the Raptor waiting.
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