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Tauron
Feb 28, 2013 17:30:52 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 28, 2013 17:30:52 GMT -6
The hit for him was so clean and had knocked the air out of him as he finally came around almost forgetting what happened as he tried to get up before being pushed down by a Marine. Noticing Sam, he looked down to notice it was a through and through; "Kick the Cylon's ass now will you," trying to reach into his medical pack on his leg, "I've got medical foam in the medical pack next to my holster just fill the wound with it." He hated medical foam but it does save lives and would help him till he could get back on his feet it would even help with surgery later on but the only problem was he would have to reapply it. Grumbling, Sam pushed Michael to lay back as she grabbed the pack. The marine provided them with cover so that she could properly take a look at his wound. "This is gonna hurt," she said, pulling enough supplies out so she could pack the wound. Once she'd finished, Sam wrapped it and ducked down lower in time to avoid a bullet that whizzed by her head. She moved to sit by his side, dizziness blurring her vision. "My radio is fried, have you heard anything from Mason or Tom?" Sam wondered if they'd made it to the capital, and what it looked like there. The whole trip to the colonies was a waste if they cylons managed to jump in and take back everything they'd worked so hard to reclaim.
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Tauron
Feb 28, 2013 19:20:18 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Feb 28, 2013 19:20:18 GMT -6
Pulling his fried earpiece, he tossed it aside before glancing down at his smoldering tactical pad; “They might have activated the weapon,” pausing as he slowly got up to get a view on the Cylons, “fried our gear and their processors. I had my doubts but Tauron is safe from Terrans and Cylons for at least a decade,” climbing out of the foxhole before dropping down onto his ass. Nodding to his Marines, they began popping off white smoke to be seen from the air while he wrapped up his wound knowing he needed the Ventures infirmary to clean and close his wound.
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Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs
Colonial Officer
Colonel (MIA)
Till the red eye fades!!!
Posts: 272
Registered: Dec 8, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -6
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Tauron
Mar 2, 2013 2:36:58 GMT -6
Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Mar 2, 2013 2:36:58 GMT -6
Pushing forward, Tom could feel the explosion but he knew the distractions would allow them to move through without any issues and in fact it did as they approached the Hybrid chamber. Securing the room, Tom tapped his radio as he prepared the virus for launch; "All ground units flip off radios and tactical pads," watching his men starting shutdown as he connected it directly into the Hybrid. Suddenly the red lights went offline before coming back with white lights so blinding that it blew out the bulbs but sent out the massive wave that began shutting down Centurions one by one and at the same time began blowing out Terran tech before destroying the Hybrid. Being thrown back, sparks came off of his earpiece but knew with everything dead that this planet was protected but now he was a little more iffy if this would work elsewhere. Pulling out the emergency radio, he began ordering his team to fall back before opening a channel to the Colonel; "Suggest you find Michael and the rest of them the rest of us will fall back and wait for the Venture." Pushing over a lifeless centurion with his foot he answered his short range radio "copy that nice mess by the way.....watch out for falling raiders" mason stepped out of a hatch into the darkened sky and watched raiders plummet to the ground in clearing. the support raptor landed near them and his unit mounted up once again They where circling the crash site blowing up smoke. mason clicked his short range radio "Bones come in whats your status"
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Tauron
Mar 2, 2013 8:18:22 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 2, 2013 8:18:22 GMT -6
Hearing the Colonel, he tapped his radio as he spoke; "We've got some injured including myself, suggest evac, Venture can't land on Tauron we'll have to go to her around Virgon but Tauron will be safe for a decade or so since the virus is now in the upper level of that atmosphere," getting up as his feet as he spotted the raptors, "told you we'll get back your home."
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Tauron
Mar 3, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -6
Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Mar 3, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -6
Reappearing in orbit, the Venture began heading towards the Colony unseen by the Basestar blockade as her raptors began launching to take the raiders on. Firing up the electronic warfare systems, the Venture opened fire with her forward salvos as nuclear warheads as well as nitroglycerin/tylium rounds began exploding into the center axis of the Basestars. For a tiny ship, the Venture began leaving massive footprints as her missiles destroyed distant raiders and her AA guns tore others to shreds; flying through the debris and soon enough leaving the Basestar blockade in shambles as the remaining jumped away as if they were afraid the small Terran ship would hunt them down.
Opening a channel to the planet, the Venture nudged past dead Basestars as it gained orbit with its raptors cleaning up the remaining fighters; "This is the Venture, we've gained orbit and ready to receive ground units, I repeat the orbit is ours."
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Tauron
Mar 3, 2013 23:52:44 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 23:52:44 GMT -6
Sifting through the bodies of the fallen, Romo had at least three dog tags of Picon soldiers he had known from before the war all the way down to their personal lives but they didn't deserve to die here. Placing the dog tags into his vest, he got up by his rifle before getting his last look onto the dying Basestar knowing one day that the Taurons would have a fresh city on top of this ship. Stepping out into the sun light, he spotted several raptors starting to land to pick them up; knowing what Tauron's were left would now have the tools to begin anew which was something he was hoping for Picon as well.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Tauron
Mar 4, 2013 10:28:47 GMT -6
Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Mar 4, 2013 10:28:47 GMT -6
Rolling up with the tanks, they came to a stop as the raptors began to land; dismounting as they ran towards the raptors. Climbing onto Romo's raptor, he pulled up onboard as he turned to the old man; "Looks like we're going to Picon next and I've gotta say about time cause I hate the desert," hearing Romo laugh as the hatch closed up before taking off for the ship.
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Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs
Colonial Officer
Colonel (MIA)
Till the red eye fades!!!
Posts: 272
Registered: Dec 8, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -6
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Tauron
Mar 4, 2013 16:24:05 GMT -6
Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Mar 4, 2013 16:24:05 GMT -6
The support raptors sweeped over towards greer to pick him up and heading back
clicking his radio "acknowledged bones clean up and move out "
Mason pulled the raptor hatch shut as they headed towards the battle in space, he wished he could stay on tauron and help it back on its feet but he had a war to win.
(sorry for all the absents, just been busy =] )
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Tauron
Mar 4, 2013 17:02:17 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Mar 4, 2013 17:02:17 GMT -6
Watching as a few of the other ships took off, Sam climbed into a raptor and helped Michael in behind her. She found a seat in the rear cabin of the ship, setting down to take the mask away from her mouth to breath a bit. Sam glanced out through the window as she waited for the rest of the team to get settled. She thought she'd be glad to see Tauron again, but seeing it the way it was now...
Getting a new headset from one of the pilots, Sam listened to the rest of the chatter going on. It was at least something to take her mind off of the destruction. "It'll be years before this place is as it was before. I doubt I'll ever see it like that then." She shrugged looking over at Michael, knowing she'd be old or long dead before Tauron was fully restored. Sighing, she laid her head to the side and closed her eyes to rest.
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Tauron
Mar 5, 2013 9:50:42 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 5, 2013 9:50:42 GMT -6
Holding onto his side, he could feel himself slowly starting to slip away as he placed his arm around Sam; he knew the long term plans for the Colonies would take time especially the plans they had for Caprica. A separation at Kobol may have saved their lives but here and now was time to come back together at least for the Terrans and Colonials. Viewing out of the cabin, he could see stars as he slowly started to pass out; knowing at least now one planet was protected.
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Tauron
May 7, 2013 6:43:12 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 7, 2013 6:43:12 GMT -6
:Low Tauron orbit: Finishing suiting up, Michael and most of his team was in full desert gear, putting packs in the drop pods with their primary and secondary weapons encase it came down to it. Checking over their ammunition, they were taking down a limited number considering the facility had a small armory and all they could hope for is that they wouldn't have to fire a round. Floating over to their pods, they strapped in as the small team of officers that will be staying onboard prepared them for launch; moving the satellite around to the desert region of Tauron. Feeling the rush of being launched, Michael held on as the air brakes engaged followed by the chute to slow them down before cutting away; hitting the sand in mere seconds. Opening the canopy, he fell out into the sand, getting up as he walked around to the back to pull out his heavy pack as well as his rifles. Slinging his sniper rifle, he ran towards the nearest dune with a G36C in hand; waiting for his squad to follow. Rushing down the hill, they all knew where the facility was but there was only one right way in with all the security precautions; reaching another dune before glancing over to notice one of the massive City Protector Class of tanks. Starting down the dune, they noticed the tank had sand partly covering it with a few bullet holes which meant only that they're little countermeasure against the Cylons wasn't as long term as they hoped. Walking past the treads, Michael still couldn't believe how massive these things were and knew building just one was momentum. Running once more, they passed by debris of downed Cylon raiders and even rubble of a Basestar which could only mean that the tanks were doing their job even more Cylons could be responsible for the reason the facility hasn't checked in. Stopping, the Nomads began digging out the secondary hatch which separated the inside from the outside; lifting up the foot thick hatch before dropping into what could only be an airlock. Sealing the hatch, they prepared while the room sprayed decontaminates to ensure they brought nothing else into the facility before opening a secondary hatch. Tossing in a pair of balls which were cameras, they stood by while the crew in space analyzed the room before rolling the ball into the main facility to get a layout for them. The power seemed to still be online which meant the fusion generators were stable, oxygen was present which also meant the transfusion of high end oxygen plants were successful as well as the venting system, no dangers present for the team yet other than the holo signs there was no computer interfaces which would give the team a singular task. Giving the all clear, the space team continued to analyze while storing the information for the next orbit to allow them to send the information to the satellite thus back home. Stepping into the main lobby, Michael picked up the camera balls as he placed them back in his pack; taking a look up at the glass which appeared to be darkened out but when not covered by sand gave a look out onto Tauron. Setting his pack aside, he noticed it was cool as he turned to one of his Majors; "Setup an FOB here, secure the area and let us double check on expendables."
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Tauron
May 7, 2013 19:15:18 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 7, 2013 19:15:18 GMT -6
Dropping his pack as his small 4 man team prepared to check out the facility and even bring the computer core back online to figure out what did happen; strapping a camera ball to his vest for mostly documentation as well as a quick reference tool for the space crew. Packing his night vision goggles, he started towards the ladder leading down, opening the locked bulkhead before starting down. Dropping onto yet another metallic floor, he flipped on his rifle light and taking point with his team watching from all sides; a flashing red light shined off the floor which could mean something broke containment. Treading softly, Michael didn't see any evidence of any kind of struggle or even signs on where the 300 scientists and 200 soldiers wore or even if they were here. Forcing open a door to the lead scientist office for this level, Michael noticed the papers on the desk pertained to daily operations and equations that didn't make any sense to him but allowed the camera to film it for the scientist on Terra to make heads or tails out of it. Trying to stay focused, this place spooked him but he wasn't alone considering he saw it on his fellow Nomad faces. Stepping back into the corridor, they paused as they heard what sounded like a door opening; sprinting towards it with their senses on full alert. Coming to a stop, blood and bullets was clear here considering it was on the floor with the spent shell casings, bullets inbedded in the wall with blood smeared and even blood on the ceiling. All the evidence pointed to something brutal but what could do this even more it was intelligent enough to hide the bodies. Forcing open to one of the massive labs, Michael stepped in to notice the lab equipment was more mechanical as if they were experimenting with Cylons maybe even the humanoid models. Noticing some drops coming from above him, he ignited a white flare to light up the room before looking up. At least 20 scientists were strung up by their feet and had covered the floor in blood, moving over to can to vomit as his team did the same.
Recovering, what or even who did this had a grudge with them even more he began doubting on survivors. Ordering his men to get them down, he found the power controls for this level to give them at least proper lighting. Still, his objective remained, after they put the dead in proper graves; reactivation of the computer core would give them the answers they came for.
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Tauron
May 8, 2013 21:05:37 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 8, 2013 21:05:37 GMT -6
Spending the day under the hot Tauron sun burying most of the scientists, they burned what soldiers they did find but still the mystery persisted; what caused so many deaths? Waking up in the clinic, the Major handed him a tally and a new ball camera which meant they were being dispatched to the core. Suiting up, he slipped on his cap before picking up his rifle once more; meeting up with his team as they headed for the empty elevator shaft. Tying down, they slid down to the bottom which was close to 500 feet down and it appeared this was where the fighting started. Covering their mouths with their bandanas, the stinch of bodies was intoxicating and it appeared things got pretty brutal but whatever it was, it wasn't a man or even a Cylon humanoid model. Forcing open the doors to the core room, Michael slung his rifle as he carefully reactivated the five power columns while his team covered him; soon activating the core as the facility slowly woke back up.
Sifting through the files, he noticed a file marked 'Cerebrus', opening it up to reveal the Battlestar schematics even more the advance A.I. that once ran the ship. Attempting to learn more, he accidentally unleashed the A.I., noticing an angry A.I. who had been abandoned for over 20 years; soon learning the A.I. used their own research on new variants of robotics to kill everyone. There was no way to close up the pandoras box, tapping his radio just as he grabbed his rifle; "Seal the shaft!"
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Tauron
May 9, 2013 17:16:53 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 9, 2013 17:16:53 GMT -6
Moving towards the side pillar with his sniper rifle, he loaded up a fresh magazine as his men prepared for the enemy to overrun their position; spotting the weird Centurions coming around the corner. Opening fire, he noticed the Centurions not caring for one another but they were also watching their fire which gave them a plan on how to get out of there and back up to the surface. Taking out the few remaining Centurions, Michael started back to the core as he isolated the A.I. to a few portable drives before yanking them out; slipping them into his pack before dropping grenades into the core. Picking up his rifle, they started out as the computer core exploded; shifting the base back into darkness. Jogging, they could hear the Centurions behind them once more as they reached the freight lift, rigging it to start up while under gunfire before taking it to the top. Dropping grenades down, Michael tapped on his radio while his men on top prepared, "Activate the self-destruct and let's get out of here," even with the grenades and all those Centurions would chase them forever to get back the A.I.. Rushing out, they sprinted towards the airlock as Centurions poured in, bullet's raining down on them before closing the hatch; feeling the lower levels starting to detonate. Climbing out onto the surface, the ground began to sink even further as the facility began to crumble, rushing towards the very edge before taking a breath. They had no way to get off the planet and there was no way for them to get back in orbit which meant finding one of the many abandoned cities and fortify it encase any Centurions got out. Starting to walk across the sands, they started towards an old city of Saharian which provided both security and a roof over their heads.
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Tauron
May 12, 2013 8:51:41 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 12, 2013 8:51:41 GMT -6
Rolling down the dune, sand poured in everywhere and soon covered him, quickly recovering as he ran towards the ruins where his team had taken cover from the combat drone. Getting a brief glimpse of the drone before taking cover, shaking the sand out of his rifle as took a deep breath to recover; they had been running for days and it was really showing with the burns and the lack of supplies that they carried. Michael even lost his sniper rifle in the middle of the fight but he kept the pack close considering it was the single thing that they were really sent here for since it could aid in winning. Cerebrus' A.I. had managed to hack into the accidentally created artificial network which was created by the virus followed by the Centurions that the facility had created as well the tanks that protect it with the combat drones they used for recon...Cerebrus wanted them dead but why?
Peering through his scope, he could see a massive shell heading their way, ordering everyone out as he jumped out into the sand as well. The shell exploded inside the ancient building, tearing it apart as debris fell everywhere, climbing out from underneath a fallen wall; Michael called out to survivors. Counting only two dead, they wouldn't last too long as long as they stay within the firing range of just one of the massive guns which meant they would have to travel into a sector even Terran drones haven't made it to; simply dubbed the undiscovered territory. Picking up their rifles, they gathered what left over gear from the dead bodies before moving on; knowing that hopefully this undiscovered territory might give them an advantage.
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