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Tauron
May 12, 2013 21:09:42 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 12, 2013 21:09:42 GMT -6
Lights blazed through the night as the Nomads marched through the undiscovered territory, spotting the single light of the Centurion head as well as the blinking tail lights of the drone. Spotting what could only be debris, it appeared to be massive which could be debris of several battlestars most likely dating to the fall of the colonies but it would give them a defensible position even more would throw off the aim for the massive tanks. Slinging their rifles, they picked up the pace, jumping into the torn apart pod and soon setup trip lines with the explosives they had leftover. Surrendering his G-6 over to his men, Michael soon began setting up a remote detonator inside the tylium fuel tank; knowing even rements of the fuel would make one hell of an explosion. Climbing up to the top of the pod, they soon split up to put snipers on the hull but hidden from the drones while moving on to secure the rest of the debris which spanded miles.
Taking a detour, Michael went to a section of one of the battlestars that contained the emergency systems, splicing in his radio to contact the orbiter; "This is Colonel Thrax, we're in the process of neutralizing the A.I controlled Centurions as well as the drones. I need schematics for the City Protector Class Tanks and a way to contain the Cerebrus A.I, check back in 8 hours; ground team out."
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Tauron
May 13, 2013 13:42:27 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 13, 2013 13:42:27 GMT -6
Grabbing a spare sniper rifle, he could see the Centurions really thinking about their attack as the drones tried finding targets with no success considering how well hidden they were. Loading the saber rounds, he took aim at one of the drones while the remaining snipers stood by; taking a deep breath before giving the order to open fire. Firing mid mass to the drone, the heat off the bullet ignited with the fuel as it went out in a massive fireball; the red glow of the bullets tore into the Centurions as well with almost no fire coming from them. Massacre, simply a massacre for the Centurion and the drones, going out in flames; dropping one by one yet the Nomads waited till sunrise to come out of cover. Staying awake all night with his eye in the scope, Michael could see the sun coming up as he slowly got up, feeling the sand pouring off of him; stretching before starting on down the hull. 200 Centurions laid dead in the sand with debris from at least 20 drones, unfired missiles covered the small battlefield which would give them some sort of explosives to disable at least one of the City Protector tanks. Rubbing his eyes, he could still see the scope but now with the A.I.'s range limited to the tanks, he could hear the orbiter give them information as well as a required check in. Before he could respond, a massive shell tore through the battlestar debris, sending Nomads through the air; spotting the massive tank coming over the hill. Running for cover, the massive guns and just about everything else of the City Protector tanks tore through the debris as it sent Nomads into cover to get out of the line of fire.
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Tauron
May 14, 2013 10:59:33 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 14, 2013 10:59:33 GMT -6
Climbing up onto the tank, he climbed onboard with his fellow Nomads, those that survived, stepping into the skeleton of the tank as they moved past the moving parts. Giant clamps lifted up an arsenal of shells to reload into the massive guns which was tearing into his fellow Nomads. Spotting a few long dead Marines which were most likely killed by the Centurions, pulling the dog tags off the remains as well as the only shutdown key for the defense network; soon reaching the command center which was completely cleared. Sliding in the command key, he wasted no time to shut it all down, sending the all clear as well as a signal for Cyclon Industries to clean up their mess.
Jumping down off the tank, he wasted no time in getting a body count which was 15 dead; dropping them to 13 survivors. Gathering the tags with any spare gear, he knew they couldn't jump back into orbit which meant they had to get out of the desert and into one of the major cities. Tapping his headset, he ordered the orbiter to make contact with the Taurons around Picon; perhaps his team could aid there in exchange for a trip off this rock.
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Tauron
May 14, 2013 19:53:04 GMT -6
Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 14, 2013 19:53:04 GMT -6
They had effectively shutdown the Cerebrus A.I. but with the encrypted hard drives in his pack, they had something they couldn't use without it being back on Terra, yet they couldn't just leave it here. Receiving word not from the orbiter but Taurons, he wasted no time to pop a green smoke signal to mark their location. He knew Romo would need help on Picon, a place he only read about yet it was a war zone his men couldn't refuse. Spotting the raptors, he asked the pilots to ship them to the orbiter considering it could hold onto the A.I. till it could be shipped home.
Climbing onboard, the raptor hovered over the sand which in turn masked it from any prying eyes; waiting till the last man before closing the hatch. Wiping the sand off his face, he held on as the raptor broke through the atmosphere, watching while they diverted to the orbiter which appeared to be already on course to Picon.
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Tauron
Nov 18, 2013 21:51:32 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Nov 18, 2013 21:51:32 GMT -6
Coming out of the jump, Sam guided the raptor down through the atmosphere, hoping and praying the people down on the planet wouldn't shoot her down. It had been many months since she'd seen the place, back when the Colonials had paired up with the Terrans to do a join mission to liberate the planet. The one thing she was glad to see was that there was little to no radiation and it would be possible to breath clean air again. Bringing her ship lower and lower, the Lieutenant Colonel lightly touched down on the dirt and powered down the raptor. Popping the hatch open, she stepped out and took a deep breath, walking away from the ship. The woman was not surprised that she was met by what looked to be a greeting party.
Seeing that they were Taurons, like herself, Sam spoke in their native language. "I'm not looking for trouble. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Martin. I'm here to offer my assistance." Waiting as they conversed amongst themselves, she took a moment to scan the area. From the few buildings that were left standing, and the progress they had made on rebuilding, it clicked in her mind that she'd landed in the capital city, Hypatia. She truly was home now, though Sam was brought back to reality when one of the men spoke. "Come with us. There's someone who would be interested to learn you've come home." With a nod, the woman followed them through the surprising quiet street towards one of the buildings, likely their base.
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Tauron
Nov 20, 2013 22:10:34 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Nov 20, 2013 22:10:34 GMT -6
::Captain (Retired) Adams::
Placing several maps and blueprints onto the table, the retired Captain, Devin Adams, looked up as the door opened. Adams, who was well over sixty years old, half smiled as his men brought in a woman along with them. He knew her, or knew of her, because of who her father was. ”Ah, Miss Martin. Please, come over here.” Adams spoke in native Tauron, looking back down to unroll the blueprints.
Having already been informed by his men that the Lieutenant Colonel had returned to offer assistance, Adams wondered what she meant specifically. They both knew what would have to be done now if she intended to stay long and help rebuild. ”What is it you’re seeking in this pile of rubble?
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Tauron
Nov 22, 2013 0:29:04 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Nov 22, 2013 0:29:04 GMT -6
Waiting until the doors were closed behind them, Sam's brows rose in slight surprise. She wondered how the man knew her, but decided not to worry about it, as there were other things to focus on. She walked over and stood at the table, looking over the older man for a moment, noting the torn patch on his clothes identified him as "Adams." Clearing her throat, she replied in their native language, "I took a leave of absence from my post. Our home deserved to be restored, and I'm here to help and do my part." Seeing that they were already working good enough on getting some of the buildings restored and various other problems fixed gave Sam hope.
Her eyes looked over the blueprints that the Captain had put on the table. It looked to be small apartment complexes. If that was the case, she was glad that someone was at least focusing on the needs of the people and perhaps things were looking up. "I work well with comms and I can help with the layouts." Sam hoped he wouldn't deny her. No one was in the position to turn down help, and she needed this for herself and her own mental well being.
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Tauron
Nov 23, 2013 23:10:39 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Nov 23, 2013 23:10:39 GMT -6
::Retired Captain Adams::
Adams studied the woman as she spoke. She was still young, many years younger than he was, and yet he sensed that she had seen more than a lot of the men and women working to restore their home. He wasn't completely aware of her full military history, but believed what she said, and knew that she could be of use to them. "Very well. We can get you settled in and then we will go over what has already been rebuilt."
Rolling the maps back up, Adams walked over and tucked them behind a stack of books. Giving a quick nod to one of his men, he turned back to the woman. "From what I've heard, you missed out on one of the particular things many Taurons partake in. Are you willing to proceed and participate in this now?" Adams wasn't going to force it. But he at least hoped to shape her into the true Tauron that she was. They would welcome her help regardless of the answer she gave.
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Tauron
Nov 24, 2013 21:58:59 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Nov 24, 2013 21:58:59 GMT -6
Sam let out the breath she had been holding in. She'd been slightly nervous ever since her ship had landed. Not of the people, but that they might reject her or her help. It was relieving to hear the words coming from the man's mouth. She would be glad for a place to stay while they worked, but his own question caught her off guard a bit. She knew what he meant, and when the Colonel thought about it, she knew he was right. "I suppose you're right, and I don't see any harm in it now."
It was nearly an hour or so later, and they were still working. Sam had kept her eyes focused straight ahead, not moving an inch. She didn't cringe as the man, a pure Tauron and seasoned veteran, glided the needle across her skin. Instead, she thought of the people she missed, and oddly found herself more able to accept the fact that they were gone. And she thought of those that were still in her life ... or for how long they would remain that way. Finally some time later, she was able to see the finished work, and be proud of it. Settled between her shoulder blades was a sun, meant to represent her home and heritage. And down her spine was several clusters of small stars to represent her years of service to the Colonials. Sam stared at them for a few moments in the mirror, a small smile crossing her face. Many people considered tattooing to be related to the mob. But it wasn't. It was something almost all Taurons did.
Letting her shirt back down, the woman walked back out to where Adams was and offered him a nod. "Now, about that place to stay?" With a smile, she followed him out and across the street to one of the few buildings that had been reestablished, and then up to what looked like a small apartment. It was definitely small, but good enough for her.
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Tauron
Nov 29, 2013 0:34:13 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Nov 29, 2013 0:34:13 GMT -6
::Retired Captain Adams::
The makeshift apartment complex was directly across from their current base of operations, and was the place where many of the men stayed for the moment. Adding Martin to the list of people there wasn't going to be a big deal, and her support would be payment enough for the time being. Adams shuffled through his pocket and rattled around until he found the key he was looking for. Leading the Lieutenant Colonel into the small apartment located on the third floor, the old man scratched his scruffy beard and allowed her to look around the place. "It's small, but since you've come here alone, it should do for now."
He pointed to various things around the room that might've been of some interest to the woman. A fair sized bookshelf with a random assortment to choose from, a radio, and even an old piano in the corner of the room. "I know you said you came back to help. I have a feeling there is more to it."
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Tauron
Nov 29, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Nov 29, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -6
The woman's attention was pulled away from the Captain and over to the bookshelf that was against the wall. It was one thing she had no room for back on the ship, and reading was one of the few things Sam actually enjoyed. The radio was welcomed as well, even if it was just to keep up with what was going on. But the piano captured her full attention then, as she had to force herself to turn back to the man. "This is perfectly fine. Thank you."
She knew she wasn't going to be able to get rid of him until she'd gotten it off her chest, the other reason she'd been drawn back to their home. "If you must know ... I needed something to give me purpose. I bust my ass day in and day out on the ship, and what do I have to show for it?" Sam hated feeling that way, but there was no way around it. She was tired of giving it her all and not even getting a simple thank you in return. For now, her place was here, and the others could handle taking care of the Atlantia. "Not only that, people continue to turn their back on me. I need to be here, and do something that matters."
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Tauron
Dec 18, 2013 18:13:50 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Dec 18, 2013 18:13:50 GMT -6
::Retired Captain Adams::
"I see. Very well then." Adams was sympathetic to the woman. He somewhat knew how she was feeling, to do everything you could and still feel useless. They'd all felt useless when their home was taken. But they would rebuilt, and be great again. "We will get started soon enough, and I will make sure you are granted the access you will need." Looking out at the capital city, Adams felt confident that they would have more done each day with the added help. "I must ask, Colonel. I know you said you were given leave. But aren't you concerned about the possibility of being reprimanded upon your return?"
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Tauron
Dec 28, 2013 21:20:32 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Dec 28, 2013 21:20:32 GMT -6
"Reprimanded?" She questioned, brows knit together. Shrugging, she knew it was highly possible that there would be consequences to face when she went back...if she ever did. "If my superiors feel that they need to punish me, so be it. I will cool my heels in the brig if need be." Sam was relieved that Adams would be getting her clearance. Not that she needed it. This was home, she was among her own again, people that would actually look out for her. The more she studied the small apartment, the more hope she had that everything would work out. Well, mostly everything. Her hazel eyes would occasionally drift down to the ring that graced her finger, and it only made her sad to think about it.
"Thank you again, Adams. I will get cleaned up and get some rest." Sam set the small bag she'd been carrying down on the floor and extended a hand out to the older man. "I look forward to the progress we're going to make." And after Adams had left, she took a seat on the small sofa and rested her head in her palms, unable to keep herself from crying any longer. She'd held it in, not wanting her fellow Tauron to witness it. But she couldn't hold back any more, the tears just drifted down her cheeks. Tears that were caused from many things. It wasn't long until the woman settled down on the sofa and fell asleep.
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Tauron
Jan 12, 2014 22:12:10 GMT -6
Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 12, 2014 22:12:10 GMT -6
The bits of sunlight that peaked through the blinds was the only thing that brought Sam out of the slumber she'd fallen in to. She sat up on the sofa and rubbed her head, unable to believe that she'd slept longer than intended and a whole day had managed to pass by. She stood and walked to the small bathroom, taking a look in the mirror. Noting the bags beneath her eyes, she turned the sink faucet on and waited for a moment as it sputtered before water began to pour. After splashing some onto her face, she reached for bag to get a change of clothes.
No more than an hour or so later, she stepped out of the small apartment and headed down the stairs, across to the operations building in search of Adams. It didn't take her long to find the retired Captain, who was already handing out orders to a small group of Taurons. She waited until they had left before she approached the man, speaking of course in their native tongue. "So, where do you need me?" Sam asked, hands tucked behind her back. Their home needed much work, but in time, hopefully things would be somewhat like they were. She couldn't help but miss the fleet, and those that had been her family for so long. But she knew what punishment waited when she returned.
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Tauron
Jan 27, 2014 12:18:51 GMT -6
Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Jan 27, 2014 12:18:51 GMT -6
::Retired Captain Adams::
"Ah, good morning." Adams didn't look up from his work. Instead, he picked up a folder and handed it over to the woman, along with a cup of coffee. "I have spoken with one of our off world suppliers. We'll be expecting a drop tomorrow, along with a few extra hands." Adams sipped on his own coffee, looking up but pointing to an area on the map before them. "I'm putting you in charge of this sector. We need to reestablish ourselves there, and get another command center up and going.
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