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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 1, 2012 14:23:26 GMT -6
Stepping out of the shower, he stood by the sink as he shaved his soon to be beard before washing off his face. Grabbing another painkiller cocktail, he stuck it into his arm as he took a look in the mirror before grabbing a more durable patch as he placed it on his shoulder blade as it infused onto his skin with the nanobots inside of it. Slipping on a white shirt and black pants, he walked over to the couch as he pulled out the robe as he slipped it on before tightening it a bit but not too much before putting on another half of it. Placing on his shoulder armor, he securely clipped it on with his mid section armor and his forearm armor attachments. Slipping on his sword holder with a sword inside it perfectly aligned with his spinal cord before throwing on a cloak that matched his uniform but lowered his hood as he slipped on his boots before tightening them up as well. Grabbing a pair of white gloves as he slipped them on, heading into the kitchen to make a simple meal for him; "I take it the rifles are in the vehicles already," noticing he nodded, they just waited for Sam and Rebecca as they were comfortably in their uniforms.
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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 May 2, 2012 12:24:17 GMT -6
Stepping into the lift up to the top floor, the doors opened up as she whispered over to Sam; "I'll get a uniform out for you but don't laugh at them I've gotta wear almost the same thing," stepping out she saw Thomas in his uniform and Michael in the kitchen with his, "before I change into this uniform why am I doing it? Who and where is the President?"
She was tired of them being so secretive and even more wanted answers considering she put herself on the line to hear them. Setting her vest on the couch, he turned around to see Michael getting out of the kitchen and hearing Thomas getting up; "Where is he, Michael?"
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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 2, 2012 12:30:28 GMT -6
Getting up, Thomas started over as he placed nodded for Michael to say nothing at least for now; "Those Spec Ops Terran Intelligence sent to us well they weren't meant for us but the President," taking a deep breath as he noticed she was getting pissed, "the President was among us for the longest time, he was actually in my squad. As Commander and Chief, he held onto his Commander title but no one noticed considering we were so far from anyone else and well we can ensure he'll get back in command."
Picking up a radio, he moved off to the side as he made a call to the troops but knew Michael had hid him close by knowing that they were going to question him about the man.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 2, 2012 12:41:26 GMT -6
Crossing his arms, he waited for Jackel to stop as he began, "If the Cylons knew he was there then we would have faced a larger onslaught but when Thomas told me I wanted to meet him and did briefly," picking up his earpiece as he made a call downstairs for troops to head up with a certain officer, "once I was made aware that the President was with us in Darous I made it a priority to get out and put him back in charge."
Setting down a tactical pad containing the bulk of the plan, "We'll use civilian vehicles to get him back and well the Cylons may not pay attention to us but we will get to the capital," noticing the elevator doors open up as a squad of blue jackets came in as he stood firm, "I give you the perfect disguise and the President."
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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 May 3, 2012 0:43:01 GMT -6
Tossing her jacket aside with her pants as she started dressing into her uniform, "You mean to tell me, Thomas, that you had the President in your squad and failed to mention that the entire time," slipping on her pants with his shirt before slipping on her boots. Grabbing the robes, she felt the blades still where she left it as she listened to Michael's plan; "Sounds solid but once he's back in charge the Cylons will know and might toss whatever they have left at us unless you packed something extra." Slipping on another layer before picking up her shield and sword as she set them on the couch, "Perfect disguise yes...its Sam's call either way."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 3, 2012 20:45:43 GMT -6
Sam stood off to the side and remained silent, arms folded firmly across her chest. She got a slight chuckle out of Thomas and Michael. While Rebecca changed, Sam took off her jacket and set it down on the floor, feeling beads of sweat run down her neck. They dropped onto the collar of her tank top and faded away. Gently running a hand over her shoulder to check the bandage, she watched the three Terrans before finally speaking up. "If you think this'll work, then go for it. We're running out of options as it is."
Whether the President was safely taken care of or not, it was undetermined if the cylons would simply leave the planet or call in more basestars. Sam felt slightly annoyed that she'd been the last to know about this ruse. It increased her feeling of being an outsider. Walking over to Rebecca, she pulled the woman aside. "Do you perhaps have anything I can change into?"
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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 May 3, 2012 23:08:33 GMT -6
Taking her in the other room before going over to the closet and pulling out a uniform with several cases as she closed the doors, "Its entry level but should fit and might laugh at them but Thomas' uniform reflects the region he once lived in which is probably wiped out by now and well Michael as well," unzipping the bag as she laid out the uniform for Sam, "and to be honest, I'm always cautious over their plans considering I followed one of their plans 12 years ago and well we spent 8 months in an enemy prison." Grabbing the boots as she started strapping on the knife holsters as she sat down on the bed, "Go get a shower and I'll get your uniform setup for you," tossing her a towel as she opened the crate to pull out a few more bladed weapons wth the shield.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 4, 2012 11:17:20 GMT -6
Sam stood off to the side and remained silent, arms folded firmly across her chest. She got a slight chuckle out of Thomas and Michael. While Rebecca changed, Sam took off her jacket and set it down on the floor, feeling beads of sweat run down her neck. They dropped onto the collar of her tank top and faded away. Gently running a hand over her shoulder to check the bandage, she watched the three Terrans before finally speaking up. "If you think this'll work, then go for it. We're running out of options as it is."Watching them walk into another room, Michael connected his tactical pad to his forearm armor as he noticed something up with Sam; "That's odd," starting back over as he picked up his drink, "our plans are well...not the most thought through. What rifles do you have packed up?" Feeling his dog tags rub against his skin, the last plan they both had they paid for it in full. Months in an enemy prison and even more the both of them, he knew getting the President in office would be easy but keeping him there would be a real challenge.
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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 4, 2012 11:32:47 GMT -6
Picking up the crate, he reached inside as he pulled out a weapon every Colonial knew but every Terran considered inferior to them considering it had no real power till now. Reinvented by Terran Intelligence it now had a .424 caliber round with a 30 round clip and considerably stronger than its Colonial brother, cleaned up and built to perfection to deal with the Cylon threat. Loading up, Thomas set one on the counter as he held it firm; "CX-4 Storm reinvented by us and should pack a punch and well would be nice to reintroduce to these toasters encase they decide to storm the building," placing it down in the crate before watching them men carry it out.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 4, 2012 17:45:57 GMT -6
Taking her in the other room before going over to the closet and pulling out a uniform with several cases as she closed the doors, "Its entry level but should fit and might laugh at them but Thomas' uniform reflects the region he once lived in which is probably wiped out by now and well Michael as well," unzipping the bag as she laid out the uniform for Sam, "and to be honest, I'm always cautious over their plans considering I followed one of their plans 12 years ago and well we spent 8 months in an enemy prison." Grabbing the boots as she started strapping on the knife holsters as she sat down on the bed, "Go get a shower and I'll get your uniform setup for you," tossing her a towel as she opened the crate to pull out a few more bladed weapons wth the shield. Brows raised as Sam looked over the uniform Rebecca had laid out. It was the polar opposite from a traditional Colonial uniform, and something she'd feel completely awkward wearing. "Well, if I end up in an enemy prison with those two, they'll be getting the worst ass kicking of their lives." Grinning a bit, she kicked off her boots and headed into the bathroom, small pack in hand. Turning the shower knobs, Sam pulled off the soaked bandage on her shoulder and tossed it into the trash bin before stepping into the shower. She let the water run over her, washing away the mud and dried blood. She had a somewhat sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Shutting the water off, Sam stepped out and dried off, wrapping the towel around her body. She opened the pack up and found a new bandage, placing it firmly over the wound on her shoulder. Finishing up, she walked back out into the room where Rebecca was. "Please don't tell me you're expecting me to wear some kind of cloak too?" She was smiling slightly, but was dead serious at the same time.
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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 May 4, 2012 17:56:37 GMT -6
Grinning, she just finished attaching the sword to the shield as she peered over at Sam who just got out of the shower; "Don't have to, its all up to you, we all personalized these uniforms to our fitting,"separating it out for her, she tossed the long sword aside as she smiled, "it'd get in the way."
Attaching the tactical pad to one of the forearm armor attachments, "Well from the marks on Michael's back when he took off his shirt looks like someone already showed him a fight," grinning as she set the shield on the bed, "I know this all seems odd but the blue uniforms are what the Marines on Terra used to wear and this is what we wear. Our society is structured differently than yours and well this is what Spec. Ops wore considering each layout of colors and attachments comes with rank," walking over to her with white pants and shirt, "not to mention after all of this its easier to take off."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 4, 2012 20:10:34 GMT -6
Striding across the room still dripping wet, Sam grinned at Michael as she went by the door. She took a seat on the bed and ruffled through her small duffel bag, finding another clip of ammo which she loaded into her sidearm and set aside. "I hope that didn't seem offensive either. It's just, us Taurons are hot blooded and the less layers of clothing, the better. That's something I think Michael is having a hard time adjusting to..." She looked over the various weapons Longshot had put out, admiring the smaller set of knives. She remembered her small amount of training in hand to hand combat back in the academy, and the smaller, easily concealed knives had always proved more effective.
Sam stood and allowed her towel to drop to the floor. She put on a pair of underwear and bra to match, chuckling at Rebecca's comment. "The marks ... well, he had that one coming."Grinning, she accepted the pair of pants, slipping into them. She tried to rub some of the soreness from her shoulder before putting on the shirt.
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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 May 4, 2012 20:29:34 GMT -6
Reaching into her med kit, she pulled out a black patch as she took the plastic layering off of it; "Here this will heal that up quickly its nanos designed to heal wounds and I know Michael has one on for his injury," slipping it over her wound, "it could just be his training...I'm sure once things cool down he'll be eager to take more off."
Laying out the uniform as she handed her the first part of it, "Nanoweived armor and this is what you do need it can take almost any bullet and its extremely flexible and from there you can take the red or white and the armor...usually we have both on but like I said its easy to customize."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 4, 2012 20:52:44 GMT -6
Pacing the room, Michael picked up a seat of keys from a small box as he looked over the shield; "So after we put the President in office and take out the remainder of Cylons and get a brief R&R, are you going to come onboard the Atlantia?"
He knew he was asking him a hard question but it was a valid one considering this all started with him asking that at gun point. Stopping, he walked a bit closer as he thought over it; "When we get ready to move your going to have the President and Longshot in your vehicle and well Sam will be with me."
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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 4, 2012 21:32:49 GMT -6
Stepping away as he thought about it, peering out of the window as he spotted two columns of SUV's with their men being loaded up inside; "Rebecca asked me that in Darous and to be honest, might just go to Atlantia with you all."
Surprised by Michael's silence, he whispered back as he crossed his arms knowing that he might regret what he was thinking; "Doesn't mind me after all been feeling this connection between me and Rebecca for a while and don't you say anything."
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