TerraOps
Terran Civilian
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 403
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Jan 26, 2012 21:14:34 GMT -6
The Island Nation-State of Meliosk
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Phineas Doral
Cylon Command Staff
Former Colonial President
I love humans, really. That's why I defected.
Posts: 326
Registered: Jul 25, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -6
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Post by Phineas Doral on May 11, 2012 11:27:18 GMT -6
Smiling a wide grin, Phineas waited for the comm link to come to life. Seconds later, he could hear the sound of dead airwaves, then a sfot voice informing him he was ready to go. Sitting at his desk, which was covered with dust and debris, Phineas began speaking.
"My fellow citizens, this is President Doral. I am happy to announce that I have returned to my office and am currently preparing to oversee the defense of the planet and the impending assault on the invading Cylons. I know many of you have wondered where I have been and I apologize for leaving. My departure from the government center here in the capital was necessary, so as to lure the cylons into believing we were on the run. That is not and was not the case. We are very much here, Terran and Colonial, soldier and citizen. Together, we will wipe the cylons clear from this planet, our home. Tragedy has once again been brought to not only us but to our Terran brothers and sisters. Most of our civilian ships and quite a few of our military ships have taken the necessary precautions and have jumped away. Soon, they will return to us. I ask that anyone who hears this message and is near the city of Sparta to go there now and assist in the recovery efforts. Many have died there and many more are wounded. For now, please know that our gallant military is not only fighting the cylons but beating them back. We will win this fight and we will win it as one. May the gods shine their blessings down upon us, So Say We All!"
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TerraOps
Terran Civilian
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 403
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Sept 11, 2012 20:16:09 GMT -6
As Junior Administrator Darla Sen, Terran Government (NPC)Darla was ready to begin her trip over to Tyrrhena from her office in Meridia. It had been some time since she had been to the regional capital and she was going to make the most of it by doing some serious shopping. Although there was a war raging in the northern hemisphere of the planet, the Meliosk Islands had been ignored, which also made them so much more attractive to the government, and the military in particular. Where there had only been a few thousand military personnel assigned to the entire island chain, there were now some twenty thousand stationed all over the place. Under the circumstances, the warring factions on Cimmeria kept their protests to a minimum, which was good. Had they continued to resist the central government, neither side would have needed to concern themselves with their petty differences any longer. Still, she rather enjoyed this posting. The weather was a almost always moderate, although the closer you got to the southern cap, the more the drop in temperature one noticed. The higher elevations were also much cooler, the snow melt providing a steady and reliable supply of fresh water to the islands. A knock at the door startled her. "Yes, who is it?""Madam Administrator, it's time."She recognized the voice as her constant shadow, the Terran Special Ops Captain. She had gotten used to him being around but there times she wished she could just go somewhere without the need for several armed men and women in combat gear following her. "Yes Captain Orzo, let me grab my bag."
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TerraOps
Terran Civilian
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 403
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Oct 22, 2014 18:13:45 GMT -6
It's been several months now since the latest Cylon attacks on the planet and all appears to be in order. Since that time, the Colonial military presence on the planet has been reduced to just a few hundred marines and a handful of Colonial Viper squadrons. The majority of the Colonial Fleet has been sent to the various shipyards for repairs and in some cases complete overhauls.
The civilian officials have all returned to their respective areas to resume the business of government. Still, with no actual working Colonial civilian government, there is unrest among the Colonial civilian population and tensions have steadily risen over the course of these past several months. Judge Schwein and her followers have been attemptimg to maintain a central working government but have met heavy resistance from the other civilian officials.
Drexl Industries have positined itself as the one source ofr almost all manufacturing on the planet and elsewhere in the solar system. The large as a planet weapons platform, known as the Drex Star, continues to provide the main defense for the planet and the surrounding air space, putting Drexl in a most advantageous position. The young and upcoming Terran fleet continues to assert itself in the absence of the Colonial Fleet, which is the only force preventing Drexl from assuming complete military control in the system. Soon however, the Colonial Fleet will be returning it's vessels to service.
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Post by Rep. Ashley Thrax on Feb 19, 2015 15:04:47 GMT -6
Cimmaria City, once a paradise on an island chain that had also a demilitarized zone which meant its own defense force was much smaller but much like Corinths; it too was wiped out by the overwhelming Cylons. Now, the city had been stripped to the core leaving an enslaved human population for only one purpose, to hold hostage to ensure this war swings their way. Dalton knew some of the prisoners for they were former SF's who may have let themselves get captured otherwise no one would know of this place especially since the Cylons were masking their activities by sending recorded messages out making the city appear to have never been invaded. Walking in the white jumpsuit that the Cylons gave all the humans, Dalton pondered on Michael's fate considering the man had very little to work with though he was the little bit of inspiration that everyone needed and was talking about.
The captured SF's would talk about the old days though for now that's all that occupied their minds yet rumors insist that a Terran army is on the mountains ready to overrun this place...something to keep their spirits alive.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 7:47:31 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 19:38:17 GMT -6
Allison couldn't believe it, her first mission outside the SFC and she gets captured while trying to excite a spark to win this campaign instead gets turned in by Loyalist of the Cylons and even more she managed to save her tactical pad even though its pretty useless right now. Since the Cylons attacked the communications and few spy satellites, the tactical pad network is completely offline with glitches in and out due to the network trying to connect. Walking around in her blue fatigues, she had heard the rumors of Michael's army and she knew if he was to come here then it would be through the navy after all for now they controlled the air force which make insertion possible; though the reward would be a fully trained army considering most of the prisoners were either SF's or Army which was protecting Gondawa before the attack.
Getting her daily meal of the toasters, she headed over to an old cafe that Dalton and a few Army Captains seem to hang around at; sitting at a nearby table as her tactical pad began to boot up. Showing the old coat of arms of Mount Vern which meant that someone at Mount Vern found a way to reactivate the dormant system and even more she could give them some insight on the city, calling the captains over as well as Dalton as she began work on an encrypted video message.
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Post by John November on May 11, 2015 19:35:41 GMT -6
Using the distraction that the Vipers had created, the Valkerie sat down onto a rooftop like so many others, quickly dropping off the NSOTO's before taking off once more to head back to the fleet. Getting off the roof to keep from being spotted, they kept close to the top to setup base camp, verifying the environment had no dangerous gases; John took off his mask as he kept it hanging onto his vest. Ordering the snipers to get into position, the next step was to secure the two buildings they were in and to infiltrate the prisoner population to unite in a full on rebellion. Watching them setup the laptop screens, he watched while the tactical pad connected with the satellite before making a full map of the city with the positions of the enemy; right away knowing that they were outnumbered 100 fold with what appeared to be a basestar sitting towards the center of the city. The Basestar would create a challenge but they would need to get a laser sighter on the Basestar to allow one of the Battlestars to fire onto it, headed over to one of the boxes to pull out a black box with a laser; "Listen up, in order to win this battle, we need to get at least one of these target acquisition lasers close or even on the Basestar for the Battlestars to destroy it," pausing as he kneeled down, "tomorrow we'll begin infiltrating the population so everyone let's finish securing and then we'll get some sleep for tomorrow."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 29, 2015 20:33:20 GMT -6
Feeling the ride getting a bit bumpy, Michael grabbed for his bolt before inserting it back into his rifle as he jumped out of the truck and began his short walk to the cockpit. Turning to the pilot just as flak barely missed the ship, the pilot informed him of some bad news pretty damn quick, walking back into the back as he grabbed a chute. Slipping it on, he turned to them as the lights went red; "Your vipers are late but it won't matter, we're being fired upon by our own flak. Apparently SF's are now enemy of the state which means they're not even going to let us get close enough to land so the pilot will try to get as close as possibl..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a flak round hit one of the engines as well as the fuel pod, exploding both at the same time which sent the ship into a dead spin. Trying to hold onto something, the ramp popped open and pretty soon sucked him out with the truck; thrown off for a second, he soon pulled the chute. Watching while the Valkerie drifted into the city through all of its spins while he touched down into a distant park, cutting the parachute away as he tapped his radio only to hear jamming.
Slinging his sniper rifle, he grabbed his primary rifle before starting into the city by foot, knowing he'll run into Cylon resistance before even making it to the crash but from the fire show above; it appeared only 3 out of the 15 Valkeries made it through the flak.
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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 30, 2015 19:48:26 GMT -6
Turning to Michael as the man informed him that SF's were now enemy of the state but before he could say anything, Michael was gone with the truck they were taking with them as he turned to Sam; "Bumpy frakkin ride," feeling the Valkerie starting to tear apart. Yelling over to Samuel as he hooked himself to the deck, "Samuel, take Victor and Evanna and jump the frak out now, that's a frakkin order and we'll meet up at the Pyramid stadium!"
Watching them jump out, he turned to Sam and her Marines as he watched a wing rip clear off of the ship; "We're going to wait till the ship gets a bit closer to the ground before jumping," feeling the ship tearing itself apart as he peered over his tactical pad. They had passed into the city limits and were getting closer to the ground, nodding to Sam as he jumped out of the aircraft and pulling his chute though it only slowed him down a bit as he hit the top of a car; knocking the air out of him as he rolled off of it. Cutting away the chute, he soon got up off of the concrete, looking up to see the 3 Valkeries heading for the stadium and into the downtown area while the debris from the others rained down onto the streets; a failure that they didn't take in account for especially him since he was once an operator.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on May 30, 2015 20:11:48 GMT -6
Nodding to Tom, he pushed Evanna and Victor off of the ship as he followed behind them, not having time to pull his chute as he dropped into the man made river that ran into the city to control flooding during the summer months. Hitting his leg on a piece of debris, he knew he twisted his ankle as he yelled out in pain before moving to shore where Victor and Evanna were standing; knowing he couldn't put a lot of pressure on it; "We should get moving," stopping briefly as he hopped over to the wall, "don't worry about me, I'll provide cover for you two just don't go too far," laughing as he started up the wall.
The radios were jammed but he knew Michael was behind them as he moved behind a car, "We'll hold here till Michael meets up with us, conserve ammunition and let's hope the rest of them land safely," reaching into his vest as he pulled out a few painkillers.
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on May 30, 2015 23:33:25 GMT -6
She was less than happy about being pushed from the ship, but a part of her was thankful, that she wasn't still on it when it eventually went down. Once she landed, Evanna cut the strings to her parachute and followed Victor and Samuel into cover. Images flashed briefly through her mind, of the cylon home world and what had happened, and she had to shake her head to focus again. Flipping the safety of off her rifle, she moved beside Samuel, knowing that the man was hurt. "You should sit and rest, I'll watch your back. With any luck, Thrax will make it to us before the toasters do."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 31, 2015 0:01:08 GMT -6
After Tom had jumped from the ship, she refused to do so until all of her men had jumped first. She was terrified to do it, and it reminded her more of why she hated flying. But the Colonel ensured that her men were clear before she followed, though the ship was already dangerously close to the ground. The parachute did little to slow her down, her body dragging against the ground until it collided with something and stopped.
Sam wasn't sure how long she'd been out. When her eyes opened, it was nothing but a blur for several moments. She reached a hand up to rub her head, her fingertips trailing across something cool and sticky. The crashed Valkeries in the distance were sure to attract attention from the enemy, that was clear. When Sam tapped her radio, she frowned deeply to hear only static. But the sounds of gunfire in the distance told her what she needed to know, and she pulled herself up to head in the direction of her men, attempting to wipe away the blood as she went. Her instincts had been right when she finally reached her men, or what was left of them.
Moving into cover, Sam immediately began to return fire, hoping to give her team somewhat of a break. She tapped her radio again, thinking maybe someone might hear it,"Enemy has my team pinned down, southwest of the pyramid stadium. We have more incoming as well; returning fire." She tapped her radio and ducked just in time to avoid a bullet.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 31, 2015 8:40:07 GMT -6
Jogging to parked cars, the outlining buildings outside of the city showed almost no damage as if the city surrendered without even fighting, walking into a 'Parts-R-Us' store which still had its lights on. Reaching into his vest as he reached the breaker box, he pulled out a small box which was, in fact, a grenade that ran off of electricity; a nifty little item from the mountain's inventory and a closely guarded secret. Instead of the traditional explosion, it instead drained all the power from a localized area or power grid and then exploded into an EMP which covered up the fact that there was no power to be used thus would be useful to cut through jamming in an area. Connecting to the breaker box, he powered off his radio and tactical pad as he began running out of the store and into cover, seconds later the power shutdown in his little sub-division which also sent out a power flare to where he was at so it had its own little down side.
Flipping on his radio, he could barely hear Sam's radio call as he could see a flashback of SF's walking beside him; "Sam! It's going to be a while till I can get there," pausing as his mind entered a flashback of this city but during the Spartan/Corinth War.
It was pouring rain as the Valkerie set down his team in the same area he was in now except ahead of him was a massive wall that the Spartans had assembled with defenses that the SF's couldn't even get through but his mission was to blow up section of the wall for the main invasion force. Wearing urban camo, he held his FN2000 as he spotted Jack landing as well with his team, walking over as he shook his hand; "Good to see you, brother, so I take it your coordinating with our Operator?"
Nodding, Jack pulled out his tactical pad as well as a spare bag of explosives; "Encase your men, frak up, then we'll just order the bombers to lay waste to the city but nothing till then; there is close to a million natives in there and we don't need that kind of blood shed so we'll do things your way," waving over to Jonathon Harperson, "you sure your ready for this after all don't need your old man on my case."
Spotting the kid laughing, Michael patted Jack on the shoulder as he slipped on his hat; "Jonathon, your with me. Allison and Liam, check out our perimeter and let's get ready to move in on that wall; we've got 36 hours to change the skyline so let's get on it," started on his walk with Jonathon; little did he know this would be Jonathon's last mission.
Taking a deep breath, he hadn't thought about that day in so long, he had stumbled a bit as he fell onto the ground; crawling to get up as he ran for the river that was built after the war considering the explosion had destroyed a good portion of the city on this side. Spotting Samuel and his team across the river, he yelled over as he slid down the wall to the bottom; "What the frak are you doing?! We need to get to that stadium after all we're already losing this battle as is!"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on May 31, 2015 9:34:39 GMT -6
Nodding to Tom, he pushed Evanna and Victor off of the ship as he followed behind them, not having time to pull his chute as he dropped into the man made river that ran into the city to control flooding during the summer months. Hitting his leg on a piece of debris, he knew he twisted his ankle as he yelled out in pain before moving to shore where Victor and Evanna were standing; knowing he couldn't put a lot of pressure on it; "We should get moving," stopping briefly as he hopped over to the wall, "don't worry about me, I'll provide cover for you two just don't go too far," laughing as he started up the wall. The radios were jammed but he knew Michael was behind them as he moved behind a car, "We'll hold here till Michael meets up with us, conserve ammunition and let's hope the rest of them land safely," reaching into his vest as he pulled out a few painkillers. Turning to Evanna as Samuel nodded, he knew the man can take care of it after all he never liked charity so he wasn't going to show him any; "Echo, he's got it after all once we get moving, I'll help him," hearing Michael as he turned around to see the man. He was surprised not to see any Cylons yet which means the Cylons might be on Sam's position which meant they would be hitting them pretty soon, "We were waiting for you, are you okay?" Watching Michael starting to move out, he knew from the history lessons that this place would carry over memories for those who were here so he had to cover their backs as well; helping Samuel as they began walking behind the man. Turning to Echo, he whispered to her as he pulled out his side arm; "Fifteen years ago, in the middle of the war, its said the Spartans captured this place to force the SF's to surrender since there was a pretty big armory here so Michael was ordered to retake it with his team but first they had to get through a wall. Well after they got through the wall, Harperson's son turned on them and its said he worked for the Spartans...well the SF's lost 2 million men taking this city during the war and its said Michael had killed Harperson's son instead of taking him prisoner."
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Post by John November on May 31, 2015 19:51:30 GMT -6
Feeling the ride getting a bit bumpy, Michael grabbed for his bolt before inserting it back into his rifle as he jumped out of the truck and began his short walk to the cockpit. Turning to the pilot just as flak barely missed the ship, the pilot informed him of some bad news pretty damn quick, walking back into the back as he grabbed a chute. Slipping it on, he turned to them as the lights went red; "Your vipers are late but it won't matter, we're being fired upon by our own flak. Apparently SF's are now enemy of the state which means they're not even going to let us get close enough to land so the pilot will try to get as close as possibl..." Before he could finish his sentence, a flak round hit one of the engines as well as the fuel pod, exploding both at the same time which sent the ship into a dead spin. Trying to hold onto something, the ramp popped open and pretty soon sucked him out with the truck; thrown off for a second, he soon pulled the chute. Watching while the Valkerie drifted into the city through all of its spins while he touched down into a distant park, cutting the parachute away as he tapped his radio only to hear jamming. Slinging his sniper rifle, he grabbed his primary rifle before starting into the city by foot, knowing he'll run into Cylon resistance before even making it to the crash but from the fire show above; it appeared only 3 out of the 15 Valkeries made it through the flak. Standing in the population, John walked around in his white jumpsuit with a sidearm hidden inside of it with his suit as he and his men setup jammer interrupters while another team moved the weapons into position so when the Cylons move against Michael then they can strike. Watching the Cylons, he knew they were ready for Michael considering more and more Centurions were moving off of the Basestars and into the surrounding area which meant it was going to be a bloodbath for the incoming forces. Turning to Dalton who was more than ready with everyone on standby, his time of waiting was done as he lifted his thumb into the air which gave the green light to the snipers to begin picking off Centurion targets as well as skin jobs. Pulling out his pistol, he fired upon the Sixes who were moving towards them with rifles, ejecting the magazine as he loaded a fresh one before handing it over to Dalton; "For you, sir, I've got to join my men and coordinate the fighting," running for fence line as he slid underneath it and soon slipped into his gear as he grabbed his M4 from one of his Lieutenants. He knew the Trinity had moved out of range as he slipped on his earpiece, "All naval forces, hold the city while I lead a strike force to the stadium to provide assistance for the Colonel Martin. Proceed with Phase Two and get ready for Cylon reinforcements they should be inbound after learning they lost the city."
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