J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Nov 4, 2015 15:35:13 GMT -6
At the new Presidential office on the grounds of Corinth University, near the airport
Timeline: Three weeks after having arrived in the Capital
It had been almost three weeks now since J and Captain Markus, along with several of the new Quorum members and a security detail from the CMS Marauder, had arrived in the capital city. Having set up temporary space in the Mayors office and finally getting the word out to the citizens of Terra and the Fleet that the government was being re-formed, J was ready to finalize the announcement with a personal message to everyone.
The city was still in disarray and ruin from the massive Cylon attack a year ago so getting the media outlets to get their equipment to the capital and setting up the satellite feeds had taken much longer than expected and it was frustrating J to no end. Already the quarreling between the various factions had begun-the Federalists set against the Spartists, the Isolationists in the Southern Hemisphere against the Monarchists in the north, just south of the Capital, the Gondawans against the Expantionists, and the Quorum crying about being left out. J secretly wished he had just gone to the Independence Brig and not immersed himself in this debacle and experiment in futility.
What the frak was Ben Little thinking when he started to re-form the government? Doral was probably onto something when he disbanded the Colonial government, as illegal as it may have been. Looking at his new Chief Aide, Neko Goor (the former woman having decided to pursue a different path in the new government by accepting the post of Agriculture Secretary), J smiled and nodded that he was ready. Looking at the array of cameras and recording devices, J cleared his throat and read from the teleprompter in front of him.
"Ladies and gentlement of Terra, the Colonial and Terran Fleets, citizens of the Terran system, and mostly, our Cylon allies and fellow Colonial citizens: For those of you who do not yet know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. I am J Castorious, former Acting President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol and Colonial Marine. Ever since President Phineas Doral announced some almost two years ago the disbandment of the Colonial government, our combined societies have been in an upheval and in total disarray. Fortunately, the late President Benjamin Little saw the error of that decision and was in the process of re-forming the government when he was killed by Cylon forces, done so while saving several thousand souls doing what he knew best, being a warrior. We shall never forget his actions those months ago and for that reason, I am formally announcing the reforming of the Colonial government, a government that will be for all citizens of Terra and her fleets and stations and settlements. This action is effective immediately. In the coming days, I will be announcing the members of my cabinet and will be visiting the various ships and settlements, as well as condcuting a goodwill tour of Terra herself. I thank you all and may the Gods continue to look down upon us with favor."
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Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Apr 20, 2016 11:08:10 GMT -6
Romo wasn't safe in the Colonies. Weeks after the liberation of Scorpio, the remnants of the SFC chased him through the Colonies which led him to do something irregular. He snuck onto a transport inbound for Terra even upon landing, he was thrown into the war and well...well now he is one of 2 Generals in charge of the Ghosts. General Augusta had his Ghosts hold onto Sparta and the surrounding area while trying to find the President. While he held onto Alpheus and the massive spaceport for civilians to escape though the enemy was making it hard to leave. He had an army but they were no match for the Cylons.
The Ghosts are far from being organized. He and Augusta held onto large armies but there was still rogue elements that believed that the Council turned their backs on them. What can you expect? The Council fell months ago, the Cylons forced Ghost Protocol and here they are trying to maintain order in the chaos of a dead republic.
Between here and Corinth was the old SF training grounds which was an area that old SF's can navigate since its filled with traps. During the retreat from Corinth, former SF's help massive amounts of civilians through the training ground but now the Cylons owned that territory leaving them trapped behind their walls. Walking through his office, none of his men know of his former life in the colonies and it was none of their business but now was the time to focus on leaving this city. Alpheus was protected yet now a target since Corinth was gone, the army can hold out but the civilians can't so the soonest that they can figure out where the President disappeared to then better for th
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Medical Staff
Medical Personnel
Doctor, Surgeon, Nurse, Medic
Dammit, I'm doctor or medic or nurse, not a miracle worker!
Posts: 146
Registered: Aug 6, 2012 20:32:04 GMT -6
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Post by Medical Staff on Apr 20, 2016 15:27:46 GMT -6
As Dr Na Bisco NPC
Running through the streets of the city, Dr Na Bisco was screaming at the top of ehr lungs.
"I need a needle before I can give the damn shot!"
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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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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Apr 21, 2016 11:40:57 GMT -6
The rain began to penetrate through the trees and the hills became muddy as they climbed up and over the obstacles. Noticing tons of debris, most of it Colonial, which meant during the retreat that ships were fighting to let the civilians retreat below them but one ship drew his attention; the Vigilance.
The Vigilance was a recon ship, built a year after meeting the Colonials, it really didn't have to many offensive/defensive weapons but it was replaced with the Icarus. The ship had FTL capability but a crew of 30 as well as quite advance yet now it was nothing more than scrap metal covering the forest floor. It would be standard procedures to release a virus into the mainframe to infect any Cylons that tried pulling anything off of the core but the FTL appeared to be gone.
Climbing through the wreckage, Jack saw no bodies so the survivors probably got off on two raptors; but this ship still carried one important piece of gear. All SF ships have an advance encryptor which could cut through the jamming and use channels that the enemy doesn't know about. Reaching the bridge, he moved around to the communications area and removed a panel where the simple blue box sat; disconnecting the cables as he pulled the box out. Walking out of the wreckage as he handed the box over to Tom, "Take care of that," pausing as he pulled out a belt of grenades to toss in the ship, "we're not far now."
Climbing over the next ridge, he could see the city and its defenses all at the ready. Dropping down onto the road, they were worn out as they ran for the gates; tripping over their boots as the dried dirt fell off of them. Reaching the gates, they pulled out they're IDs to hand to the Ghosts before stepping into the city only to rest against the wall.
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Post by John November on Apr 21, 2016 11:42:31 GMT -6
Dropping to the ground, John set his rifle in the sand as he rested against the wall though it was too loud to sleep; soldiers were running about preparing for the Cylons. Reaching into his vest, he pulled out a photo of a woman who died long ago; she wanted him to live on and save as many as he could. Tucking the photo back into his vest, he got back up just as missiles impacted the wall; shaking the area as the wall took the blasts. This wall hasn't been tested in 300 years and here is was taking on missiles though this bombardment couldn't last after all the stones in the wall will be turned to dust.
Climbing into a truck with the rest of them, driving down the street as missiles impacted buildings which started fires. People throwing water onto these fires, turning to Samuel as he spoke; 'This city is going to burn from the inside', he wasn't far from the truth. The Cylons depended on infiltration to destroy them yet Alpheus was all Terran, Cylons were killed on sight when the attacks started happening. Glancing at Tom in the passenger seat as he was preparing the box, connecting radios and a spare clean tactical pad to it before preparing a message.
Reaching the center of the city, the military presence was a lot stronger with blockades and checkpoints; getting through pretty easy with their credentials. Climbing out of the truck, the home to the Ghosts appeared to be an old courthouse yet now it was covered with AA guns and a raptor pad built into the structure.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Apr 21, 2016 11:44:05 GMT -6
Watching everyone except Jack climb out of the truck, he accessed the long range satellite network and began directing the dishes to the Colonies before pulling out a keyboard. This was they're one chance. Send a message to the two Battlestars, bring home they're troops and any allies that want to fight. Opening a channel he began typing as Jack watched:
This is an emergency message from Major Tom Westin and General Jack Thrax. Cylons have invaded Terra. Council destroyed, military gone and Ghost Protocol in affect. Ordering all military assets as well any former resistance members that wished to help. To our Battlestars, you have authorization to jump into the atmosphere and land in the Delta territories we will try to meet up with you in 72 hours. Contact you again in 24 hours, insertion team out.
Sending the message, Tom made sure the message was sent before cutting the connection and closing the box. Turning to Jack before he opened the door, placing the box in his pack; "Delta Territories haven't been touched in 2,000 years why would you think of it being safe."
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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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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Apr 22, 2016 22:40:43 GMT -6
Watching the message being sent, Jack listened to Tom before answering his question; "That territory used to be part of Terra and now its remained untouched so yes perfect place to hide our invasion force. The Ghosts have done a good job but it's time for us to take control of this war and show the Cylons we're done hiding," climbing out of the truck as he started up the stairs. Some of the hardware that the Ghosts were carrying was old SF tech which meant they had raided the stores; not like the SF's were going to use it after all they were in the Colonies. Pushing open the oak doors, they walked past the militiamen and began climbing the stairs as they reached the only office at the top that once owned to the judge. Stepping through the door, they noticed an old ally standing at the desk with rank of General; "Romo, last I checked you were a Colonel."
Walking around the office before peering out of the massive window, the battle was raging with two Basestars hovering in the distance; "Your not going to last under the strain," taking a seat on the desk, "they know our tactics and they're going to focus on our defenses."
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Post by Gen. Romo 'Shrink' Shepard on Apr 22, 2016 22:45:13 GMT -6
Watching the former SF's walk into his office, he responded to the General as he leaned against his chair; "Kinda got promoted cause the Ghosts look up to me," looking out onto the battlefield as the Basestars bombarded the wall and guns, "if Alpheus falls then Terra falls. Sparta is falling apart, the Ghosts there are extracting information but rumors are the Delta territories are now open to refugees," taking a deep breath, "not sure about military assets."
Raiders began to flood into the city as fires from the missiles lit up their path, flying between the sights of the AA guns. Suddenly, an alert, the northwestern wall was breached and ground troops were pouring in. For the first time in hundreds of years, the great wall of Alpheus was breached which meant defenses on that end of the wall was offline. Turning to Jack as the militiamen poured out of building to setup a proper defense against the invading forces; "We need our retreat covered after all we'll be going in the forest," pausing as he pulled out his earpiece, "if you can come up with a plan to win this war then count us in after all we'd love to crush these bastards."
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Post by John November on May 19, 2016 12:07:10 GMT -6
Hearing the evacuation order, John knew it would take hours to get everyone out of the city; It meant engaging the enemy and make it appear they had larger numbers. Walking over to a nearby crate, he opened it up to reveal automated turrets which had SF plastered on the sides; noticing that they relied on a friend or foe system. Pulling out a data chip, he allowed the computer to update to see the Cylons as the enemy before folding up the turret for transport. Opening up the crates all around to reveal 7 more turrets as Tom and Samuel carried 2 a piece while he carried 3; headed out of the building and into the battlefield. Headed to the northern districts, John began deploying his turrets as the Ghosts began loading the turrets with spare belts and covered the front of the turrets with sand bags. The sand bags can take the bullets while protecting the 600 pounds of ammunition which would give the turrets about 2 or more hours of combat effectiveness.
Setting them up to cover several city blocks, the turrets now had to protect the civilians while John went for his sniper rifle; running up to the roof of the tallest building. He had his rifle in one hand and his pack in the other, kicking open the door as he walked through the gravel to the ledge. Setting the pack down onto the ledge as he took aim at the hole into the wall; sniping Centurions who were flooding into the city.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on May 19, 2016 12:08:23 GMT -6
Tom deployed his turrets with the ammunition and sandbags protecting them while he helped Ghosts evacuate civilians to the deployment zones. Tom remembered his studies of the old cities and knew Alpheus was amongst the oldest cities of Terra. Suddenly, reports poured in that the Cylons had broken through the main gate and began overwhelming the militiamen and even the Ghosts. Directing the civilians underground which led out of the city, Tom found himself in enemy territory as centurions poured into Alpheus. Reloading his rifle, Tom slung his rifle as he picked up one of the dead Ghost's P90 as he slowly retreated; knowing Samuel must be surrounded at the very least.
Still retreating, Tom could hear bullets whizzing by yet unknown to the fact that he had taken a round. Moving to an old safe house, Tom took cover as he dropped the useless P90 before taking a hold of his rifle; feeling the wound in his leg. The bullet had gone through his leg, wrapping up his leg with what bandages he had; hearing the centurions marching past. Entering through the hidden door underneath the bar, dropping down into the hidden tunnel as he began running underneath the Centurions. These tunnels were once used for operatives who were outrunning the gangs or the cops. Running towards the center of the city which was still under Terran control.
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Post by fleetops on Jun 30, 2016 16:57:39 GMT -6
It's been several weeks now since the cylon attack on the Terran system has taken place. Although there are still pockets of resistance from the Cylons and hybrids who had landed on the surface, the majority of combat operations are over and the re-construction has begun in earnest, both on and off the planet. The Fleet Shipyard, to include the Auxilliary Shipyard, has also begun not only repairs to their facilities but to the Fleet ships that survived the attack. The two medium sized civilian shipyards did not fare so well but are able to accept very small craft for limited repairs. Drexl Industries, with their very large mobile shipyard have now returned to the Terran system, having taken up staion not far from the Fleet Station in orbit with Terra. The famed Drex Star however remains in a secret location, repairing damage to her propulsion and main weapons systems.
The President has returned to the Capital and is in the process of re-forming his Cabinet. The reconstruction of the capital is underway but the industrial area to the north of the city has been deemed a complete loss. The planetary shipyards managed to survive but the workforce has been decimated. The Ministry of Labor has put out an emergency call for any and all qualified welders, plumbers, electricians, carpenters and all other skilled trades to report to the nearest repair facility or factory for assignment. The same order has also been issued throughout the civilian fleet as workers are needed to replace those killed or injured during the Cylon attack.
A complete listing of ships destroyed or damaged will be sent tot the Fleet shortly, as will those cities that were hit by nuclear devices by the Cylons.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 16, 2016 19:11:02 GMT -6
Holding her hand, he knew Corinth wasn't safe especially with the Council gone and the unsure nature of Terra but Alpheus might be safe after all the city was built to withhold against sieges so it would be the best choice. Taking a second, he knew any pilot would go there as safe haven and so would they; "Go to Alpheus it should be safe haven after all its withheld against several invasions in the past and doubt the Cylons will break it," keeping his hand steady as he tried to stay calm. The Ghosts want him for something and they showed extreme prejudice in just arresting him so they had some plans whether it was a bullet in the back of the head...this war was now tearing Terra apart. Weeks had passed, she knew that much for sure, weeks without being able to make contact with the Independence or anyone from the ship, weeks of not knowing if the ship was still in orbit or gone. It wasn't the Cylons they fled from, or at least not all the time. While it was true that there were still bits and pieces left of a resistance on the planet, and the occasional raiders flying by overhead, the only thing they were running from now were the Ghosts, the ones who were still seeking out Michael. For what, she had no clue, but she stayed with him regardless; killed a few and then ran, looking for answers. She was tired, and it showed from the darkened circles beneath her eyes as she peered through the window, the sun just barely peeking up over the hills. It was too dangerous to stay still for long, and running from place to place just to hide every other day was exhausting. Sam turned to look over her shoulder to the bed in the corner where Michael slept. She didn't want to disturb him, but each second they remained was another that the enemy might find them, and she was eager to make contact with the ship. She moved quietly, and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before resting her hand on his shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "We should get moving soon."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 11, 2016 1:24:16 GMT -6
Holding her hand, he knew Corinth wasn't safe especially with the Council gone and the unsure nature of Terra but Alpheus might be safe after all the city was built to withhold against sieges so it would be the best choice. Taking a second, he knew any pilot would go there as safe haven and so would they; "Go to Alpheus it should be safe haven after all its withheld against several invasions in the past and doubt the Cylons will break it," keeping his hand steady as he tried to stay calm. The Ghosts want him for something and they showed extreme prejudice in just arresting him so they had some plans whether it was a bullet in the back of the head...this war was now tearing Terra apart. Weeks had passed, she knew that much for sure, weeks without being able to make contact with the Independence or anyone from the ship, weeks of not knowing if the ship was still in orbit or gone. It wasn't the Cylons they fled from, or at least not all the time. While it was true that there were still bits and pieces left of a resistance on the planet, and the occasional raiders flying by overhead, the only thing they were running from now were the Ghosts, the ones who were still seeking out Michael. For what, she had no clue, but she stayed with him regardless; killed a few and then ran, looking for answers. She was tired, and it showed from the darkened circles beneath her eyes as she peered through the window, the sun just barely peeking up over the hills. It was too dangerous to stay still for long, and running from place to place just to hide every other day was exhausting. Sam turned to look over her shoulder to the bed in the corner where Michael slept. She didn't want to disturb him, but each second they remained was another that the enemy might find them, and she was eager to make contact with the ship. She moved quietly, and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before resting her hand on his shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "We should get moving soon." (long overdue) Waking up as he noticed her sitting on the bed, he knew the Ghosts would continue they're search till a new Council is appointed and Terra is far from ready for that. Nodding to her, he got up as he slipped on his worn out shirt with his pants still on; "There isn't too many places to go and this city may fall soon," grabbing the radio from the table as he clipped it onto his belt. The soldier inside of him told him to move forward while the politician in him told him to confront the Ghosts after all they started here and well they would be based here for the defense of the city. Turning to her as he thought over it, "We can change the tide of ths Ghosts."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 24, 2017 22:19:39 GMT -6
(long overdue) Waking up as he noticed her sitting on the bed, he knew the Ghosts would continue they're search till a new Council is appointed and Terra is far from ready for that. Nodding to her, he got up as he slipped on his worn out shirt with his pants still on; "There isn't too many places to go and this city may fall soon," grabbing the radio from the table as he clipped it onto his belt. The soldier inside of him told him to move forward while the politician in him told him to confront the Ghosts after all they started here and well they would be based here for the defense of the city. Turning to her as he thought over it, "We can change the tide of ths Ghosts." (I'm sorry that this is so late) There was nothing she could do here, at least not without help. Her place had always been on the ships, at least that's what she'd been telling herself when she woke up from that coma years ago. And if they could somehow make it back to their ship, there would be people who could help them fight back against the Ghosts and whoever wanted Michael. With a sigh, Sam stood and moved over to the table, taking her own radio to clip on her belt, along with her knife. "How are we supposed to change the tide by ourselves? We barely have any weapons, and if those people find us again, I doubt we'll get as lucky as we did back at the apartment." The Colonel rested her hands on her hips, thinking for a moment, thinking back to their home and all of the changes made, how happy she was before the Ghosts came crashing in to ruin it all. "I don't even know where the Independence is at this point, but I have to find a way to get back. I think it would be safer for us, give us at least some distance from these people until we can figure out a way to fight back against them. We can come back, but for now, we have to leave this place." **For RP purposes, I'm editing this again, so that I can move my character back into the fleet**She wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep once more, but Sam knew that he would catch up to her when he was ready. She didn't want for them to be apart, but it was her duty to make it back to her ship and the people there. She owed them a debt, and she had to serve. Tucking her pistol into the back of her pants, she grabbed her radio and disappeared quietly through the doorway. It wasn't long before the Colonel was picked up by patched up Raptor that happened to be passing by the city. Within seconds, it was gone from all sight of Terra, heading back to the Independence.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 6, 2017 20:27:03 GMT -6
It must've been weeks or even months since she left and yet Michael didn't want to leave...he couldn't just leave. He had heard rumors about the fleet and knew if he had left than he would be walking into an unknown. He left that run down apartment and with the city more like a ghost town he had resorted to his old SF state. Parts of Terra had remained lawless and returning to the "diplomat" was too much especially since it was useless.
Cleaning out his muddy rifle in cover, he obtained gear from old safe stashes that the Ghosts made before leaving. He traveled home for most of his clothing and some gear. Sleep here was rare and he popped another stim to stay awake while his mind remembered her. He knew she got back to the fleet; the fleet was her home but...his home was gone. The fleet sent raptors weekly to aid this new Parliament government and he had one in mind. He had been away for too long or it was the stims eating away his sleep deprived mind...he needed to try at the very least.
Loading a fresh mag, he stepped into the rain which was ghostly cold but for a man feeling like death it was refreshing. Drop points never changed and he observed enough to know how far the escort moves away and how to board without alerting the pilots. The raptor was landing which meant now was time to move, running to the back side, sliding past the Marine and running inside. Closing and locking the hatch, he shoved his rifle into the pilots' face; "Go ahead and head back to the fleet after all your Marine can call for a different ride," noticing the pilot not fighting him.
Stumbling back, he fell back into a seat while his mind made his flashbacks more vivid.
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