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 31, 2015 20:20:18 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. Jogging through the alley way, a loud pitch came over the radios before chatter came through which meant someone shut down the jamming as units began reporting in locations but it was naval personnel that were on the island. Sliding over to Sam, Tom stopped beside her as he tossed a grenade to the Cylons; "Sounds like the navy shutdown the jamming which does open up all the frequencies for us," taking the head off the Centurion as he fired through the car, "Michael, did you survive the drop otherwise Sam might kill you." Hearing laughter, Michael responded as he moved around with the rest of the men; "Alive and well but Samuel twisted in his ankle and could be slowing us down but no truck," grabbing Samuel as he walked along. Turning to Sam, Tom turned to her as he changed out magazines; "So let's just hold this spot till they get here or till we get reinforcements," unclipping his bag as he set it aside the car.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 31, 2015 22:58:36 GMT -6
Her eyes narrowed slightly when she heard Tom and Michael over the radio. "I am going to kill both of you if you don't shut up." Unloading the empty clip, she put a new one in and continued to fire back at the cylons. Three of her men had already gone down, and she watched as another fell. Sam signaled for the remaining two to retreat to her position, moving away from the car to provide them with covering fire. "I swear to the Gods, I am going to personally kick the CAG's ass when she finally arrives."
The Colonel cursed as she dove back into cover, a bullet grazing her leg. Her men continued firing, until she put a hand up to stop. It was odd that the cylons had stopped their assault, unless it had been to regroup and hit them again. Sam turned her eyes to the sky just in time to see Vipers soaring by. "Late to the party, as usual." She hissed, but in truth whatever help they could provide would be welcomed, along with whatever was left of the forces already there. After hearing the CAG's voice, she tapped her earpiece. "Watch it up there, Lieutenant. There are enemy SFs as well as the usual tin cans. Keep out of their range until future orders are given."
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Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
Posts: 178
Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on Jun 1, 2015 17:52:23 GMT -6
Giving the Nomads the green light, the cargo bay doors opened as pods began to fall to the ground with an AA10 Warthog leaving the hanger, firing smoke canisters from above the stadium to cover the short drop for the pods. Opening a channel as the pods fell, Daniel ordered his gun crews to focus on the raiders for the Basestars were too big for his ship to even put a dent in; "Icarus is on station and will refuel any friendly fighters so if you need help fire a red smoke and we'll take care of it."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 1, 2015 19:54:00 GMT -6
Carrying Samuel, Michael noticed something that he hadn't seen before, portion of the old Spartan wall as a memorial to all those lost during the battle for this island; feeling one of his old scars starting to hurt more and more. Stopping just beside it, he set Samuel down as he turned to the rest of them before taking a seat as well; "Five minutes rest and then we'll continue," taking off his hat as he ran his hand through his hair.
15 years ago...Throughout the night, Michael's team began running into issues on putting the bombs on the wall since the Spartans would just clean it right off so he noticed Jonathon would head into the wall to plant his explosives which had him questioning if they were already running a failure operation. Walking over to Jonathon, Michael set down his bag as he scratched his head with his hat in hand; "Please tell me this operation hasn't been...delayed."
Laughing, Jonathon grabbed Michael's bag as he through it onto his back; "I figured instead of putting it on the wall I can put it inside the wall so we can maximize the damage," pulling out his pistol, "I got majority of the explosives set but its going to be one hell of an explosion."
Patting the man on the shoulder, he walked back over to their makeshift camp as he noticed Jonathon following him as he poured a cup of water; "Been hearing the rumors? We've apparently got traitors within our ranks that have been giving valuable information to the Spartans," pausing as he took a sip, "don't know what I'd do with a traitor like that."
Taking a sip of water, Jonathon had been hiding from something from Michael as he loaded up the detonation codes in his tactical pad; "I've heard rumors but remember not to trust the rumors," pausing as he set a one minute timer, "this war may have been planned. It does seem odd that the Spartans would attack a much larger army and it does seem like we're winning each battle with our sheer numbers."
Placing his hand on his pistol, Michael wasn't sure what he was hearing from Jonathon after all the man went through dozens of operations with him and now the mood has changed; "No, the Spartans tried surprise and failed; they're following their own list of tactics and well we're going to catch on just take time till we get the upper hand..."
Interrupting him with a fist followed by the wall exploding, unknown to Michael, Jonathon placed the explosives on the fuel lines which amplified the explosion; blowing the wall outward as chunks entered the air. Getting up, Michael noticed Jonathon running for the debris field; grabbing his rifle as he followed him, knowing he had to get to the bottom of this.
Looking over at Samuel, he knew they all saw him basically go from being there to not being there, turning to them as he took a deep breath; "This place brings up a part of my soul that should have changed but I decided to bury it and now I have to make up for my mistakes," getting up as he wiped the dust off of his pants.
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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 Jun 2, 2015 19:43:38 GMT -6
Dropping into the stadium, he opened his pod to see his men stretching only briefly, knowing that this battlefield was going to be a bit easier than the last as he opened a channel to Colonel Martin; "Find Michael, we have this," cracking his neck before running with his Nomads out of the stadium and sliding into cover. Firing onto the Cylons, he and his men began walking towards the city with the Centurions trying to combat them but unlike the ones on the Frondal Islands; they're tactics were old and even more they had no idea how to use the environment to their advantage where the Nomads had not just anger but also familiarity of the environment under their belts allowing them to run through obstacles.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 8:05:55 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 14:08:01 GMT -6
Above the battlefield...Alex was flying cover as other Vipers began to attack the incoming raiders that were most likely protecting the city but even he knew the Basestars would launch more especially with the ground forces now fighting the Centurions. Peering over his wing, he could see Brook's Viper even though he knew she wasn't here but it did help him as he rolled into the fighting; opening fire on the raiders as he dodged fire as well. Taking a deep breath, he rolled the Viper into formation with the other Vipers as he opened a channel with Shay; "Appears they may be falling back to their reinforcements, orders?"
He remembered when he first met Shay when he was the CAG, he knew she would be going places though he would never think he would be under her command even now then again he never expected Brook to leave. Chatter filled the radio of the ground, soldiers fighting to get laser sights onto the Basestars as well as the Icarus hoping to relieve the stress of enemy fighters.
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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 Jun 4, 2015 19:37:32 GMT -6
Hearing Jack's simple message, he got up from cover as the Nomads rushed out to clear out the Cylons; "Michael did say he didn't think he was too far and this place had an impact on him," pausing, "this is where he killed Harperson's son," grasping his rifle as he noticed the Vipers up above with the Icarus. Loading the tactical pad locator to link with Michael's, he began walking as he turned to Sam; "15 years ago we all were different people but the events of this day changed all of us."
15 years ago, inside Mount Vern more specifically in the central command center where the war was ran from a distance; all 20,000 Operators were controlling teams or even companies with their superiors in the distance with orders from the Generals. Each Operator had small control over the tactical pad network as well secure channels as well as some access to the spy satellite networks, keeping them informed of the battle or at least every second of it to make a decision that would either succeed or lead to just another death put on the wall. Sitting at his console, Tom was a mere Lieutenant assigned to Michael's team as well as the 275th Elite Infantry which was basically a company to finish the job if Michael's team couldn't. Reviewing the information, Tom peered over the satellite to see the wall gone but the outer city crushed while leaving the inner city and captured population alive yet he hadn't heard anything from his team but that was about to change. Hearing a secure call coming in, he slipped on his earpiece only to hear Michael on the other side and right away he knew it wasn't a standard outcome since it sounded like he was different right off the bat.
Holding the phone, Michael spoke softly as he watched the millions of troops running past him to take on what was left of the Spartan resistance; "Before it hits the wire, Jonathon is dead. He had orders from General Tyson to kill me and mark me as the mole but he has evidence that is quite compelling. Once I get back home, I'll go over it with you and the team but for now as for your report; Jonathon was the mole and he's dead...mission complete."
Writing down the last bit, Tom gave the standard green light for them to return home as well as sending a gunship to pick them up as he responded to Michael; "Harperson would want to meet with you concerning this kill so be prepared for a briefing, expect to be home in the next 48 hours so have your reports ready and good to have you back," disconnecting the line. Normally he would have them back sooner but he knew he would have to get rid or at the very least dispose of Jonathon's body and hide this evidence he was talking about but it would also give him time to control the situation since for now only he and Michael knew Jonathon was dead.
To this day, he remembered only the conversation but wondered if Michael actually killed Jonathon or covered it up but he did know General Tyson signed off on the order but like the other Generals, Tyson met his fate from a lone assassin. This assassin must've been working for Harperson since all SF's are now considered enemies of the state but that also must mean that someone in the state had to be working with the Generals otherwise Terra wouldn't be as twisted as it is now.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jun 6, 2015 8:07:11 GMT -6
Carrying Samuel, Michael noticed something that he hadn't seen before, portion of the old Spartan wall as a memorial to all those lost during the battle for this island; feeling one of his old scars starting to hurt more and more. Stopping just beside it, he set Samuel down as he turned to the rest of them before taking a seat as well; "Five minutes rest and then we'll continue," taking off his hat as he ran his hand through his hair. 15 years ago...Throughout the night, Michael's team began running into issues on putting the bombs on the wall since the Spartans would just clean it right off so he noticed Jonathon would head into the wall to plant his explosives which had him questioning if they were already running a failure operation. Walking over to Jonathon, Michael set down his bag as he scratched his head with his hat in hand; "Please tell me this operation hasn't been...delayed."
Laughing, Jonathon grabbed Michael's bag as he through it onto his back; "I figured instead of putting it on the wall I can put it inside the wall so we can maximize the damage," pulling out his pistol, "I got majority of the explosives set but its going to be one hell of an explosion."
Patting the man on the shoulder, he walked back over to their makeshift camp as he noticed Jonathon following him as he poured a cup of water; "Been hearing the rumors? We've apparently got traitors within our ranks that have been giving valuable information to the Spartans," pausing as he took a sip, "don't know what I'd do with a traitor like that."
Taking a sip of water, Jonathon had been hiding from something from Michael as he loaded up the detonation codes in his tactical pad; "I've heard rumors but remember not to trust the rumors," pausing as he set a one minute timer, "this war may have been planned. It does seem odd that the Spartans would attack a much larger army and it does seem like we're winning each battle with our sheer numbers."
Placing his hand on his pistol, Michael wasn't sure what he was hearing from Jonathon after all the man went through dozens of operations with him and now the mood has changed; "No, the Spartans tried surprise and failed; they're following their own list of tactics and well we're going to catch on just take time till we get the upper hand..."
Interrupting him with a fist followed by the wall exploding, unknown to Michael, Jonathon placed the explosives on the fuel lines which amplified the explosion; blowing the wall outward as chunks entered the air. Getting up, Michael noticed Jonathon running for the debris field; grabbing his rifle as he followed him, knowing he had to get to the bottom of this.Looking over at Samuel, he knew they all saw him basically go from being there to not being there, turning to them as he took a deep breath; "This place brings up a part of my soul that should have changed but I decided to bury it and now I have to make up for my mistakes," getting up as he wiped the dust off of his pants. For a minute, he saw the look on Michael's face, it had been a look he had never seen before, like Michael saw a ghost and even more was talking to it but he couldn't hear what he was saying yet afterwards made him wonder if his experience with Jonathon went differently. Taking a deep breath, Victor turned to Michael as he heard Jack over the radio; "Mistakes for joining the SFC or did you really kill Jonathon? Records say you killed Jonathon or did you cover that up? What are the frakkin mistakes?!" It was tearing Victor up inside considering he had studied SF history and some of the early campaigns were won thanks to Michael and Jonathon and if Michael was killed on that day then all of this would turn out differently.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jun 6, 2015 16:42:17 GMT -6
Taking a seat, Samuel pulled off his boot as he rolled up his pant leg to find swelling as well something sticking out as he pulled out his med kit knowing he can only fix it for the short time; pulling out bio-foam. Quickly pulling out the object, he filled the wound with bio-foam before pulling out a bandage. Wrapping it around his ankle, he put back on his sock as he injected more morphine to feel less pain before putting back on his boot; he knew now he could walk on it but not run which meant his mobility was short. Standing up, he saw the look on Michael's face followed by Victor's questions; "Everyone did something either they didn't want to or did what they needed to survive the Corinth/Spartan War shit a lot of people died in that war just for doing the right thing," helping Michael back onto his feet, "maybe Jonathon is alive or maybe he's not but only Michael knows," turning to the man, "what happened that day?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 8, 2015 6:44:26 GMT -6
Bombarded by questions, if it was anyone else he would have said that Jonathan was dead that day and he had killed a traitor to the corps but with Sam and Tom running over; he had to get this off his chest. For too long, he had kept what happened that day a secret and now with the world crashing down and the SF's being the traitors they had kept secret from Terra it was time; "Jonathan is alive. Someone needed to disappear that day and with Jack being so close, he knew he had to disappear but unlike being killed by any other soldier he saw that I was slowly going from soldier to a man with a soul."
Walking into the debris field, Michael held his rifle close yet was amazed that the entire wall came down leaving the interior unharmed but even more it felt like Jonathan had saved him earlier in the camp. Shaking that off, Jonathan had caught him off guard and with a single kick, the rifle slipped from his fingers and slid out of sight; punching him once more to throw him off guard as he stumbled to pull out his knife while pulling his earpiece out, "Why? Why betray your brothers to the Spartans?"
Taking a deep breath as he drew his blade; "I didn't betray anyone. This war is a waste, I've got evidence that this war was started because we were running out of money," pausing as he dodged Michael with ease, "it doesn't surprise you that we seem to win every battle? How our intelligence has pin point accuracy on enemy positions?"
Stumbling, Michael stood up as he pondered on the details for some time yet he knew the SF's were prepared for war at any moment; "You bring up valid points but if your not a traitor than who is? The Generals? The Council? Or the Spartans to play so well into our hands? Why do all of this just for credits?"
Nodding Jonathan knew the man was believing some of this which meant now he had to decide whether or not who should die; "I had orders to kill you from General Tyson and mark you as the mole but I'm not going to do it. We both have the fighting spirit that was forged into us but unlike you, I know you'll become the legacy of what the SF should be not what its becoming as it marches down this road," hearing gunships in the distance, "better make a decision before the 504th makes it for you."
Thinking, he tossed down his knife as he approached Jonathan, punching him and throwing him to the ground; "Today, you died at my hands but in all honesty, I believe what your saying to be true which means I am going to keep you around. I'll hand you over to the local police since the SF's won't give you a fair trial, your no longer SF but a Spartan prisoner, and one day when this makes sense I'll pull you out of prison so we can bring down the SFC together."
Nodding, Jonathan set down his rifle as Michael hit him and unzipped his vest as Michael put him on the ground for he knew Michael had already made his decision; "Beats being handed over to the SF's where I know General Tyson will kill me then again prison would be easy...just don't take forever."
Putting a black cloth bag onto Jonathan's head, he dragged over a dead Spartan as he loaded up Jonathan's medical profile only to change it to the Spartan soldier so it would solidify that Jonathan was dead as he turned to Jonathan as he arrested him and pulled off the SF flag from his shoulder; "Location of your evidence is on your tactical pad," seeing the man nodding as he pulled it off his forearm.
For 15 years and during his time in a Spartan prison, he kept it all secret but he did visit Jonathan on and off and when he was on the Atlantia he had the evidence hidden but he had a copy. Turning to Tom as leaned against the wall, "After that day, I saw things a lot more clearly and well our entire history is false. The SF's started a war with the Gondawans, they started the Corinth/Spartan War, they bought off the Council and even now they're invading the Colonies and I don't even know why," pausing as he thought about only person would know why, "I think Dalton might know why."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Jun 9, 2015 9:21:36 GMT -6
In Orbit...Climbing into a drop pod, he remembered his zero-G training yet this was completely different since the ship had gravity and he had just a small bottle of oxygen with a mask to survive the drop. Securing his pack full of explosives and his sniper rifle, he took a seat into the pod and soon put on the safety straps as the Marines closed the air tight doors before releasing the pod from the station; looking up to see a Cylon Basestar destroying the station before his Marines could drop. Dropping close to the beach, he blew open the doors as he stepped out; grabbing his gear before hitting the self destruct on the pod itself. Stepping onto the sand, it had been a long time since he saw the sunlight, kneeling down as he took a handful of sand; rubbing his hands into it before putting on his gloves. Putting in his earpiece, he could hear the chatter and knew he was two or three hours from the battle which meant hopefully he would run into anyone left behind and see how screwed they maybe. Keeping his M4 on his back with his explosives, he began jogging off of the beach and into the outlining city with his sniper rifle in hand; hoping to see some combat but at the same time use his old skills in this fight.
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Post by John November on Jun 10, 2015 9:40:31 GMT -6
Running into minor resistance, John heard the Nomads over the radio which had just dropped in which meant they would attempt to take control of the situation which would help since he and his 100 NSOTO's could barely contain the Cylons since they began attacking outside of their ships. Jogging along the city streets, the timer on his tactical pad went off which indicated that Terran defenses were no offline which meant whatever they were holding back has now run into zero resistance meaning the war could come to them; sending a coded message to the Trinity to get on station for defense. Jogging up to Michael, Colonel Martin as well as the rest of the team, he pulled off his bag as he turned to them; "We tracked a single pod which landed an hour or two from here. I'm heading out to greet whoever decided to drop down, maybe the fleet decided to drop someone useful," pausing as he looked back at Tom and the rest of them, "not saying your not useful."
Ordering his medic to help Samuel as he looked overhead to see the Vipers, "Colonel Martin, you might want to secure the airport for your Vipers and maybe even the Icarus after all your Battlestar can't defend Terra especially considering the enemy has blockaded us," walking off to the side as his men reported that one of the laser sights were in place, "what's left of our navy will be taking out a single Basestar but we still have 3 more to take out."
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jun 10, 2015 19:31:10 GMT -6
Grabbing his rifle, Samuel walked with the medic to the Jeep as the medic opened up the back for him to take a seat as the medic pulled off his boot and bandage; pulling out the foam to expose the wound. Starting to rebuild and heal the wound, the medic placed a bionic assisted ankle till he could take over after some healing time; wrapping up his ankle in a bandage before putting his boot back on. Injecting the man with a cocktail of painkillers as well as infection prevention agents, he helped Samuel down as the medic assistant resupplied Samuel's medical bag before closing up the Jeep. Taking a deep breath, he put down more weight on his ankle before turning to John; "I'll go with Captain November to find this person who dropped down from orbit, after all, I'm already slowing down the team so maybe you all can go a bit faster now."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jun 10, 2015 23:54:38 GMT -6
The look on the Colonel's face showed that she was less than pleased, not wanting to believe that what Michael had said was something else he'd kept to himself, but she wasn't surprised. Hearing the vipers flying over them again, she knew it was a waste of fuel, and nodded to the Captain at his suggestion. "I agree, Captain November. I will take what is left of my team and finish clearing out the airport, see what news the CAG has." She reached up to rub her head, a mixture of dried blood and sweat staining her fingers. Nodding to her men, she looked over at Michael only for a moment before picking up her rifle and starting off in the direction of the airport, calling back over her shoulder, "I would like an update when you find out who has just joined us here."
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Jun 11, 2015 1:11:15 GMT -6
Once they had met with up with Colonel Martin and Tom, she kept off to the side as she always had, simply waiting for an order. After what they'd learned about the SFs, Evie wasn't sure what she would do now. Not that she was an SF. It only made it harder for her to trust anyone, especially with more than just the cylons shooting at them now. When they Colonel turned to leave with her team, Evanna looked over to the others. She looked at Samuel and the Captain before walking to where Tom and Michael stood, clearing her throat. "And what would you have me do?" Never the best at taking orders, she figured now was the time to put it aside and try to make it out alive, and then figure out where to go from there.
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