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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 6, 2011 0:09:52 GMT -6
Finally finding something to wear, Sam let the towel fall from her body to the floor. A black, lacy pair of undergarments went on first, followed by a pair of jeans and a tight shirt. She slipped her boots back on and picked the towel up, drying her long dark hair. She took a moment to glance in the mirror, briefly making sure everything was fine before tossing the towel into the hamper. The woman packed everything back into her bag and walked back out. Catching his question as she walked into the room, she took a mull it over. "Well ... can't go wrong with a hardtop. And, the faster the better."
Thinking about it got her adrenaline pumping. That was one of the few things about being down on a planet that Sam liked ... having the chance to ride in a fast car again. "Back home, my dad had this nice, old style black car. Fastest thing I've ever ridden in." The memory gave her chills ... riding through the streets of Tauron in that car. It was missed. She flashed the man a bright smile. "Ready when you are, then."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 6, 2011 3:30:42 GMT -6
Grinning, he slipped on his overcoat while the elevator doors opened up; flipping off the lights in the room. Pulling off his dog tags again, he slid them into the elevator as he hit ground floor; "Before I started working for the government used to have a black car...got in a bad crash and well got this car afterwards. It's beautiful car and well has everything I need in it and its quiet." Hitting ground floor the doors opened up as he started over to a black shadow, pulling the cover off of it along with opening up the car door.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 6, 2011 12:50:28 GMT -6
Once they reached the garage, Sam raised an eyebrow as she got a good look at the car. It looked brand new, like it had just been rolled off the showroom floor. "Nice. Very nice." She took a moment to look it over before climbing in to the passenger side. She buckled up and relaxed in the seat. "I always wondered what I would have done if the Colonies hadn't been attacked. Now I know ... I would've opened up a shop, and had all the cars that I could ever want." That was just a dream though, and would likely stay that way. But she smiled at the thought of it anyway.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 6, 2011 15:50:55 GMT -6
Walking over to his side, he dropped his dog tags back around his neck before stepping inside of the car; "Very expensive too but then the government paid for it...took a small chunk out to cover the cost of fuel in this nice ride."
Starting it up, he watched the GPS screen come out of the dashboard before he started out of the complex and to the club which wasn't too far away.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 16, 2011 21:14:08 GMT -6
Racing home, Michael picked up a pair of large black duffle bags along with his M-14; noticing the elevator doors were forced open. Stepping inside, he kneeled down while loading up rounds manually as he took aim knowing that he would probably surprise them; opening up once more as he reached his room. Time seemed to slow down, he shot one man in the back followed by another in the throat and the third man in the chest before setting his rifle down. Blood poured over his black tiles as he opened up his secret room and tossing the bags in.
Changing out of his going out clothes into a pair of black fatigues, Michael slipped on his heavy duty holsters as he started to load up his pistols and SMG's with a few mags a piece for each of them. Unzipping the bags, he placed his assault rifles in one along with his sniper rifles and grenade launchers in the other one with enough mags to kill every person in Helios City which has a population of 3 million strong. Slinging his M-14, Michael started out with his long coat on with his pair of black duffle bags in hand.
Starting over to his car, he set the bags down in the small compartment behind the front seats; sitting back down once more as he raced out of the garage and back on the streets.
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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 Mar 16, 2012 11:02:14 GMT -6
Coming up to the same building complex as Michael's old, they jogged through the parking garage to the elevator as Jackel pulled out his dog tags. Inserting them in, he spoke softly to the computer as they huddled into the elevator; "Right after you left, the Ha La Tha tried raiding ever room in the building and well died in the elevator since then we've tightened up security."
Taking it up to the top floor where Jackel's room was, it overlooked the small city but also appeared to be an exact copy as Michaels. Unbuttoning his jacket as he set his M-4 down on the table, he walked over to fix himself a small drink before peering back over the bar; "Michael and Rebecca, I've been holding onto something for a long time...our old uniforms and I believe this is the time to wear them once more."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 16, 2012 11:37:45 GMT -6
Setting his rifle down on the couch as he leaned on the back of it with his arms crossed, "Been a long time since any of us wore them but they had a purpose one that we're going full circle on. For so long we were defending Terra but not from these Cylons but from one another and we need to retake that responsibility. We work out a deal with the Ha La Tha if they refuse we force an option on them then we move onto the Cylons. Let's take back Terra and do our jobs that we signed up for."
He nodded as Jackel went into the back to grab three crates containing their old gear as Jackel went to one shower while Rebecca went to the other leaving him with his old gear he wore so long ago.
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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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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Mar 17, 2012 0:06:04 GMT -6
Nodding to his response, she went to the bathroom as she shedded her clothes before stepping into the warm water pouring down her body. Feeling the mud and blood run off of her body, she knew that she had to watch over Michael to ensure he made it back to Sam as she flipped off the water and walked out in a fresh black towel. Peering over her crate, she pulled out the black cargos as she turned to Michael; "Go get a shower I insist," grinning as Jackel came out in a towel as well with a hand towel wiping off his face, "after you come out we'll come up with a plan for the Ha La Tha."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 17, 2012 0:47:33 GMT -6
Taking a sip of his drink as she insisted on him, he set it down as he peered over the both of them; "The only plan I can think of for the Ha La Tha is either they drop the bounty or we drop them...plain and simple. Longshot, cover us from the outside while me and Jackel go into the inside and propose terms if they disagree, we leave a trail of blood," knowing that it wasn't going to be easy to execute but nothing has ever been easy. Starting his way to the shower, he tossed his holsters on the counter before stripping down and stepping into the warm water. His dog tags laid against his skin as the mud poured down off of him along with the salt from the ocean as he soon dried off with a fresh towel.
Walking out, he spotted them both in their old uniforms as they picked up the mesh vests that has been through so much. Setting the towel aside, he slipped into his cargos as he slipped on the holsters around his legs with the black belt still open as he slipped on his shirt and tucked it in. Grabbing the black jacket that had his rank stitched on with his name and his 10 years of active service along the sleeve, each a bloody year, before tucking that in too. Tightening the belt, he slipped on his socks with the combat boots having armor coated over it for extra protection but didn't seem to add any weight to it all. Tucking the pants legs into the boots before tying it up as well, he placed his combat knife around his boot before picking up his light mesh vest that still had his name written on the tag, slipping it on before placing the radio in the pouch and putting in his ear piece, he filled the pockets with explosive and on hand medical gear. Placing a strap around his upper arm, it was filled with extra rounds for his rifle that he could grab off hand and quickly with the teams old emblem under it. A shield with an old Terran frigate, a sword and 2 olive branches...something that seemed to fade but is now starting to reemerge. Slipping on his old black hat along with his forearm holder for the tactical pad and his combat gloves, he spotted that they already had their packs ready as Jackel handed them an M-4 with their Sniper rifles as he putted them on the shoulders. Reaching in the crate for the last time, he pulled out his watch and a pair of keys before closing it; "If its still here I'm driving."
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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 Mar 17, 2012 0:58:05 GMT -6
Grinning, he flipped off the lights as he grabbed a beer before walking over the elevator; "Me and you into the heart of the beast...you know they're going to take our rifles," watching him nod as he continued, "and our pistols," watching him nod once more, "and our knives," watching him grin, "we're getting too old for this shit."
Taking it down, the doors opened as Michael pressed the car alarm, surprised to hear it go off as he peered over to see something he thought he would never see him drive.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 17, 2012 1:02:42 GMT -6
Grinning, he turned to him as Rebecca followed; "Look, we can end it here or when this shit is over with and we have an assassin waiting for us...my way is better then shooting our way in and this thing won't fit in the elevator." Opening the door as he laid his sniper rifle down through the middle console with Rebecca in the seat behind him as he started up the motor; "Hand signals after all, we've got her watching our backs and if things go wrong then we both know the people in those room haven't really fought much of a fight in a long ass time," pulling out the garage, he started down the street as the rain began to pour once more over the steel armor that made up most of the truck.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 1, 2012 13:13:43 GMT -6
Unzipping his vest as he did the same to his jacket, stepping into the elevator with Thomas as he undid his cuffs; "Nice hot shower and a hot meal but are you serious about the uniform," watching him nod, "I'm taking my own car but I suppose we can have a mixture of military and civilian vehicles for the men."
Feeling the lift take them to the top, he stepped out as he noticed the room the same as they left it as he noticed Jackel leaving for a wall closet, "You still have my uniform I take it?"
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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 1, 2012 13:23:21 GMT -6
Laughing, Thomas reached into the wall closet as he pulled out a black dry cleaners bag as he hung it on a hook before unzipping it; "Brother, only seems fitting considering we are Spec Ops and would be fitting after putting the President back in office," setting a different one aside for Rebecca and himself before laying a blue uniform out on the bar top. Lying Michael's uniform out, he set down a shield and sword they used to carry back in the day before starting over to the shower; "Welcomed to have a fresh meal and all just remember to make sure your men get something to eat as well."
Starting into his private bedroom, he closed the white doors with his own uniform sitting on the bed with his supplies as well before stepping into the shower.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 1, 2012 13:54:52 GMT -6
Unclipping his holsters, he set them down on the couch with the rest of his gear as he pulled out the boots that go with his uniform as he strapped on a knife slot. Placing the traditional combat knife in, Michael tightened it up before setting the boots aside with the black handle seen of the tough knife he hadn't used in a long time. Pulling a small box out, he reached inside as he pulled out a pair of odd blades that once gave the Spec Ops a deadly hit even in their service uniforms. Placing them in the mid section of his uniform, he ensured they were covered as he placed an overlapping leather section over them to conceal them perfectly. Picking up his shield, he grabbed the service sword as he cleaned the dust off of the blade before shining it up with the shield. Turning the shield around, he placed the blade in its sleeve as he cleaned off the magnetic points off of the shield so it could stick to the back of his uniform. Even from the earliest days, the shield and sword are something that sets them apart considering the shield was the original crest and the sword went with several thousands of years of tradition. Looking over the white and red material, he ran his hands through it remembering the last time he wore this uniform. It was right after defeating the western forces, killing the government there and coming back home with everyone else in a Triumph. He's kept it clean and hidden considering its faded into memory but now seemed right to bring it back. Closing up the bag, he needed to get cleaned up as well before he tossed it on, grabbing the essentials before going into the side room and to the shower to get cleaned up.
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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 1, 2012 14:09:27 GMT -6
Washing off, he rested in the shower as he shaved his beard off before cleaning up again, stepping out in a white towel wrapped around him. Pulling out his uniform, he had all of his stuff setup already as he slipped on his pants and then layer of cloth for comfort before a mixture of cloth and leather for a bit before slipping on his gloves and forearm attachments. Moving on to his mid section, he sat down on the bed as he lowered the hood before slipping on his boots; tightening them before getting up once more. Grabbing his sword and shield, he slid the doors open as he stepped into the room to notice Michael was probably gone taking a shower. Picking up a pair of sunglasses and a tactical pad, he sat down at the couch as he began reading up on the latest news while the men cleaned up and changed into their Class A uniforms.
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