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Post by Administrator on Oct 25, 2010 17:52:42 GMT -6
The City of Alpheus, home to Terrans only
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2011 21:39:16 GMT -6
Driving into Alpheus, Michael began sifting through his stack of passports as he approached a checkpoint into the city; last time he was here he was thrown out after fighting with his old unit but now he has different plans. Slipping on his sun glasses, he slipped on a beard for his passport wasn't of him but of a person he had never heard of; BGen J Castorious. Rolling down the window, he handed over the passport but also mapping his way out encase his little ploy didn't work but thankfully it did as the officer handed it back to him; with a little salute. Headed past the set of guard barracks and small defenseless towers, he took his sunglasses off and the beard before picking up a small paper of the meeting point that he always meets his contact of the Ha La Tha. Headed into an alley, Michael soon parked his beautiful car but picked up everything such as his pistols, his overcoat along with his hat, a small back pack and his sun glasses. Locking up his car, he slipped his keys into his pocket before starting down the street; appearing more like a dark figure that just got out of the local college. Pointing his hat down to cover his face more, he started his long jog to the meeting point but even more to get out of all the street lights. Starting down a street that was once called Dead Man's Ave, for the simple fact that it was where the local gangs would meet up every week and have a street war; now its quiet with remeants of the past. Spotting his contact, Michael walked up to him as he spoke softly ensuring he mixed the code words; "Some of us thought that after the massacre, it would get easier but it doesn't get any easier it just gets rougher and well we still have to shed blood to satisfy our own honor." Grinning, the man pulled out a folder as he spoke softly to Michael while keeping his eye on the homeless men on the other side of the street; "The Ha La Tha are a tough organization to get a point to but not impossible. The Godfather will be in Godwana the hill side country and will be tending his magnificent garden out there. There will be several body guards most of them armed with Uzi's and G36's but that shouldn't be a problem for you; Michael, whatever your reason to talk with the godfather be careful cause if word passes that someone in the inside such as me helped you then you could be in a world of hurting." Slipping the folder into pack before picking a rifle case nearby, slinging it before turning back to his contact; "Thanks and well won't hurt the Godfather just need a favor but can you make sure that the garden entrance's and exits are locked; don't want to chase him too far." Nodding, the contact disappeared into the darkness while Michael started the long walk back to his car; knowing that taking out guards were easy but to do it unheard would be a trick and even more unseen. Racing back to his car, he set the rifle into the trunk before slipping inside himself; started to an old warehouse that his contact had setup for him.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 16, 2011 7:43:28 GMT -6
Driving back in Alpheus, Michael flashed his old ID badge again as he slipped through; racing off to a Ha La Tha safe house he had on file. Pulling up to an alley, Michael left the sniper rifle in car only to pop the hood to review his stacks of assault rifles, SMG's and pistols; pulling out a rifle he hadn't used in a long time. Pulling out an M-14, he loaded up on ammunition before pulling a scope to attached his scope to it.
Starting into the building, he was surprised on how empty it was where normally there are tons of Ha La Tha personnel filling the street. Jogging up the stairs till he reached the top, he kicked open the door to see the television playing with an automated video message: Michael if your receiving this then your too late. It appears my plan has failed to get you arrested and or possibly killed but doesn't mean it was my only plan. The territorial council has made the decision to hand you over which means you have no more protection. I suggest you run for every Ha La Tha soldier has their sights on you and would hate to see you die so quick; good day Michael and personally your too smart to die on Terra.
Slinging the rifle, Michael searched the room as he slipped on a pair of holsters before opening a box to personalized pistols with the suppressor attached to them. Holstering the pistols, he picked up a note from Jared stating these were for his use and only hopes that he can kill all he can before he leaves. Picking up a few mags, he started back out while bullets rained around him with sniper rifles and miniguns from the surrounding buildings firing into the structure. Dropping out of a window, he soon recovered before getting back into his car and getting out of dodge.
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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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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Feb 17, 2012 20:26:39 GMT -6
the drop ships and 12 raptor wings landed just out side the city at what looked like a forward base, He set the raptor down and taped a control.
"all units, there is no cylon threat but keep in touch every hour Xo"
out, the raptor hatch hiss popped and opened the marines loaded out and reaper fallowed, checking his weapons and ammunition, he adjusted his tac-vest and walked over to the command station
Lt, set the gasap, make that 3ear up there, i want a high altatde drone in the sky
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 18, 2012 0:37:25 GMT -6
:::Over the Colonial Channel:::
"XO, no signs of the enemy out here on the Gondawan hill side. Watch yourself out there old man, see you soon enough. Sam out."
:::Message Ends:::
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Feb 21, 2012 12:25:19 GMT -6
::Call over the Emergency Band::
Mi...t...Rea..., en...conta...fo...we've...go...pla...gth...do...no...nee...hel...got...it cove...are...yo...rece...this...,I...repe...ene...con...fou...repor...in...at...02:4...Delt...Mich....out...
::Transmission Ends in static::
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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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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Feb 22, 2012 15:15:11 GMT -6
:::Over the Colonial Channel:::"XO, no signs of the enemy out here on the Gondawan hill side. Watch yourself out there old man, see you soon enough. Sam out.":::Message Ends::: He sat at the comm station computer and smiled at Sams transmission, then sipped at his calf as the supplies was being loaded off the drop ships....another transmission came over his head piece, he listened close to try and make it out, but it was way to garbled. "last transmission was trash, say again"he leaned forward on the crate and set his calf down and waited for a response.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 22, 2012 22:22:46 GMT -6
A silver pick up truck cruised through the streets of Alpheus. Sam kept an eye on everything that passed, flipping the radio on in time to catch the last bit of a local broadcast. Something about an explosion in the Terran Capital. It was troubling... It has begun then, the young woman though, bringing the truck to a stop at the chosen destination. She opened the door, grabbing her bag and rifle, and stepped down onto the ground, closing the door behind and stuffing the keys in her pocket.
Dust stirred up underneath the Lieutenant's boots as she approached the small 'camp' the Colonials had set up. A few of the marine's were still unloading the last of the supplies, and one took time to let Sam know where Mason was. She nodded her head and continued until she finally spotted the Atlantia's Executive Officer. Clearing her throat, she offered the man a weak smile. "XO, I'm hearing reports of an explosion in the Capital..."
She sighed and thought for a moment, remembering the last message to come over the colonial emergency channel. Though it was too scrambled to understand, the voice sounded an awful lot like Michael's... Sam frowned, hoping the whole team was at least safe. Turning back to Reaper, she said, "What do you need me to do, Mason?" She rested the rifle on her shoulders and awaited orders.
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General Odin Cotter
Terran Defense Forces
Commnader, Terran Defense Forces
Your Saviour
Posts: 178
Registered: Apr 25, 2011 16:40:34 GMT -6
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Post by General Odin Cotter on Feb 23, 2012 1:34:12 GMT -6
"Calling all Colonial's this is General Cotter of the Terran Defense Force I am receiving reports of briefcases scattered around Corinth city they all may contain bombs. Take caution when entering the city, we have defused one bomb. My bomb tech tells me you alter your dradis to detect the remote signal arming the devices. Cotter out"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 11:55:54 GMT -6
::Digital Emergency Band::
This is Thrax to Mason, major jamming need assistance in the Hill Side minimum force, we can hold but need you here to reinforce us. We are about two clicks north of a crashed raider hoping to expect help.
::Message Ends::
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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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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Feb 23, 2012 17:04:46 GMT -6
A silver pick up truck cruised through the streets of Alpheus. Sam kept an eye on everything that passed, flipping the radio on in time to catch the last bit of a local broadcast. Something about an explosion in the Terran Capital. It was troubling... It has begun then, the young woman though, bringing the truck to a stop at the chosen destination. She opened the door, grabbing her bag and rifle, and stepped down onto the ground, closing the door behind and stuffing the keys in her pocket. Dust stirred up underneath the Lieutenant's boots as she approached the small 'camp' the Colonials had set up. A few of the marine's were still unloading the last of the supplies, and one took time to let Sam know where Mason was. She nodded her head and continued until she finally spotted the Atlantia's Executive Officer. Clearing her throat, she offered the man a weak smile. "XO, I'm hearing reports of an explosion in the Capital..."She sighed and thought for a moment, remembering the last message to come over the colonial emergency channel. Though it was too scrambled to understand, the voice sounded an awful lot like Michael's... Sam frowned, hoping the whole team was at least safe. Turning back to Reaper, she said, "What do you need me to do, Mason?" She rested the rifle on her shoulders and awaited orders. he covered one ear so he could hear over the sounds of the forwarding base, then he responded "copy thrax hang tight" he placed the radio back in its pocket and glanced up and shot her a smile. " nice ride.....yeah sam i just got the word look like they want to start the party already, im sending out some sweeper teams , your with me. looks like our Terran friend has gotten him self in trouble already, let go bail him out"He gestured to one of the Sgt's and he brought over a map of the area ok check this out, looks like he some where around here, ready to get your boots dirty? he downed his caf and strapped on his ruck "Lt. Martin grab the Squad there lets move out, we are taken close air support, lets stay on our toes out there" he nodded toward a a raptor with all the modified weapons mounted on it
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General Odin Cotter
Terran Defense Forces
Commnader, Terran Defense Forces
Your Saviour
Posts: 178
Registered: Apr 25, 2011 16:40:34 GMT -6
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Post by General Odin Cotter on Feb 23, 2012 17:16:36 GMT -6
"Colonel Briggs come in this Cotter, I have just detected a unknown space craft that appears to have old Colonial IFF code. The signal then just faded away telling me it crashed, sending you the coordinates now. I will patch a squad to the area, could this be the seven model that Yogi was talking about. Cotter out"
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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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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Feb 23, 2012 18:59:37 GMT -6
"Colonel Briggs come in this Cotter, I have just detected a unknown space craft that appears to have old Colonial IFF code. The signal then just faded away telling me it crashed, sending you the coordinates now. I will patch a squad to the area, could this be the seven model that Yogi was talking about. Cotter out" mason taped his head set. "could be, take caution, ace, i mean the seven has many trick, leave your self some breathing room out there ,lets not get into an ambush" the 2 squads walked along the clearing as he talked
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Feb 23, 2012 22:40:12 GMT -6
he covered one ear so he could hear over the sounds of the forwarding base, then he responded "copy thrax hang tight" he placed the radio back in its pocket and glanced up and shot her a smile. " nice ride.....yeah sam i just got the word look like they want to start the party already, im sending out some sweeper teams , your with me. looks like our Terran friend has gotten him self in trouble already, let go bail him out"He gestured to one of the Sgt's and he brought over a map of the area ok check this out, looks like he some where around here, ready to get your boots dirty? he downed his caf and strapped on his ruck "Lt. Martin grab the Squad there lets move out, we are taken close air support, lets stay on our toes out there" he nodded toward a a raptor with a modified rail gun mounted just out side the hatch As they neared the coordinates Reaper had marked on the map, Sam couldn't help but feel strange about it. The last transmission they received seemed ... strange. She couldn't recall seeing Michael when she passed through the hillside earlier. And it made her wonder, and hope, nothing had happened to him. She strapped on her tactical vest and checked over her weapon once more, sighing. "Colonel..." She started, looking over at Reaper. "I've got a bad feeling about this, old man." Sam nudged him lightly and managed a smile. Whatever happened, she had to remember that they were now fighting to not only protect themselves, but a whole other civilization. "We've got your back sir, count on that." The team finally reached the Gondawan hillside.
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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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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Feb 24, 2012 16:58:38 GMT -6
he covered one ear so he could hear over the sounds of the forwarding base, then he responded "copy thrax hang tight" he placed the radio back in its pocket and glanced up and shot her a smile. " nice ride.....yeah sam i just got the word look like they want to start the party already, im sending out some sweeper teams , your with me. looks like our Terran friend has gotten him self in trouble already, let go bail him out"He gestured to one of the Sgt's and he brought over a map of the area ok check this out, looks like he some where around here, ready to get your boots dirty? he downed his caf and strapped on his ruck "Lt. Martin grab the Squad there lets move out, we are taken close air support, lets stay on our toes out there" he nodded toward a a raptor with a modified rail gun mounted just out side the hatch As they neared the coordinates Reaper had marked on the map, Sam couldn't help but feel strange about it. The last transmission they received seemed ... strange. She couldn't recall seeing Michael when she passed through the hillside earlier. And it made her wonder, and hope, nothing had happened to him. She strapped on her tactical vest and checked over her weapon once more, sighing. "Colonel..." She started, looking over at Reaper. "I've got a bad feeling about this, old man." Sam nudged him lightly and managed a smile. Whatever happened, she had to remember that they were now fighting to not only protect themselves, but a whole other civilization. "We've got your back sir, count on that." The team finally reached the Gondawan hillside. "kid....you and me both, i get this twitch on the back of my trigger finger" he wiggled his finger in the air "And me yours sam, just like old times. damn these hills remind me of home", a noise crackled from the brush and he halted the 2 Squads, a rabbit ran across the field and into a whole. "i wish all the cylons where rabbits, this war would be over and we would have lots of stew" he chuckled and scanned the hill side for a moment
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