General Odin Cotter
Terran Defense Forces
Commnader, Terran Defense Forces
Your Saviour
Posts: 178
Registered: Apr 25, 2011 16:40:34 GMT -6
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Post by General Odin Cotter on Jun 11, 2015 3:26:13 GMT -6
*Coming from the beach front in wave from transport sub's from M.A.R.S.,regrouping into squads under fire. Aiming firing back towards hillside bunker's making our way up blowing up bunker's, taking fire from above.*
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Post by John November on Jun 11, 2015 7:37:57 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. Turning to Michael and Tom as he watched while Samuel walked over to him, "I'm going to tell you this just so there isn't confusion later, after we free these islands, your under arrest so I'll be expecting you at the docks with your gear on the ground and your hands behind your back and that goes for all the SF members in your team," pausing as he pulled out the zip ties, "I'm not sure who is good or bad so you'll have to make your case to the navy." Turning to Evanna as the Captain got up, "Your welcome to come with us, we could possibly use the help," pausing as he received word that the Marines had landed, "looks like General Odin has entered the fray."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 11, 2015 8:48:13 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."Michael knew what he did during the war was different then what he would be doing now but there wasn't anything he could do now, grabbing his rifle as he walked over to Sam; "Sorry I fell from the ship but I did meet up with the rest of the team just didn't get to you," pausing as he listened to Captain November and knew even with him aiding to retake this city that the good SF's were still going to be put under a microscope. Walking behind the team, he noticed Tom was behind him and knew even though he kept what happened that day a secret he did have Tom do some work yet all this time Tom didn't know Jonathan was alive.
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Jun 11, 2015 13:45:40 GMT -6
At hearing Captain November's words, it made Evie all the more relieved that she hadn't been an SF, that they were going to have one hell of an ordeal after all of this was over. Watching as the others headed off, she walked over to join up with John and Samuel. "Just so you are aware, I am not part of the SFs. I ... don't actually know what I am at the moment, really." Her statement was followed by a small chuckle and a half smile, but she didn't expect to be arrested with the rest of them. With the SFs under scrutiny now, she wasn't sure what would come after this was over. The option of joining the Colonials was still there, but Evie felt as though she wouldn't have a place amongst them either. "Regardless, I will assist you in anyway I am able. I suggest we get moving, though, before someone less friendly makes it to that pod first."
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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 11, 2015 13:57:56 GMT -6
Jogging past the enemy, Jonathan could hear the Marines on the radio as well as some SF's attempting to secure the airport though he knew not all SF's were friendly so he wasn't going to get in a fire fight against a superior force. Kneeling down next to a car, he dug through his pack for grenades he could make a simple trip line instead he found magnetic grenades which could be useful against this enemy; setting down his rifle as he began hiding them on the road. Picking up his rifle, he jogged across the street while at the same time made the grenades active; sliding into cover as he started up the building, knowing he could move faster from the rooftops. Letting the rifle hang from his vest, he pulled out his pistol as he went through the building; an old scar could be seen on his forearm from a scuffle with another prisoner a few years ago.
Jogging to the other roof, he slid to a stop as he saw a team down below; unknown to him that it was John's team and right now all he could hope for was that following them might be useful.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jun 11, 2015 14:09:47 GMT -6
At hearing Captain November's words, it made Evie all the more relieved that she hadn't been an SF, that they were going to have one hell of an ordeal after all of this was over. Watching as the others headed off, she walked over to join up with John and Samuel. "Just so you are aware, I am not part of the SFs. I ... don't actually know what I am at the moment, really." Her statement was followed by a small chuckle and a half smile, but she didn't expect to be arrested with the rest of them. With the SFs under scrutiny now, she wasn't sure what would come after this was over. The option of joining the Colonials was still there, but Evie felt as though she wouldn't have a place amongst them either. "Regardless, I will assist you in anyway I am able. I suggest we get moving, though, before someone less friendly makes it to that pod first." Walking along, he wasn't used to the device they put on his ankle as he stumbled a bit but he chuckled a bit; "She's probably as far as she can be from us but don't worry Captain, I disagree with General Harperson just seems like the old guy is desperate," pausing as he heard a bit of movement on the roof. Peering down his scope, he could see nothing but thought at the very least he heard something as he continued to walk; "well why drop a single pod? The orbital fleet knows one pod can't change anything unless they're giving us a bloody nuke," he knew the use of nukes would never go through but it would resolve the situation a bit easier then using full on man power.
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Post by John November on Jun 11, 2015 14:37:02 GMT -6
Watching while the SF's and the Colonials started their way to the airport, John ordered his men to walk ahead as he turned to Evanna; "The only people being arrested is Michael and Tom, they're both officers who were under Harperson's command during the Corinth/Sparta war. Up till recently, Michael was a General which could give us insight on why Harperson has turned as for Tom, he was an Operator thus he was quite close to Harperson," pausing as he too heard the noise on the roof, "that wasn't natural," kicking in the door. He knew the Cylons killed everything on the island including any animal life to ensure their beachhead was secure against anything the SF's or even the Marines; his team hadn't seen any birds since they dropped in.
Rushing up the stairs, he came face to face with the barrel of a gun as he dropped his weapon to the ground; "Who are you? SF? Marine? I sure as hell know your not one of my men."
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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 11, 2015 15:18:41 GMT -6
He knew he drew their attention as he moved towards the door with his rifle up, noticing the naval officer standing in front of him as he ordered the man to lower his rifle; "Captain as for who I'm with that's no concern of yours considering this is my first battle in almost 20 years," picking up the man's rifle as he handed it back to the man, "I see the navy still doesn't trust the SF's or the Marines and also I see you have non military with you so my name is Jonathan or you can call me Sparky."
Holstering his pistol, he started down the stairs and onto the ground as he reached into his vest to pull out his gloves before noticing Samuel; "You should get off of that foot," putting on his hat as he waited for John, "so what is a Cylon? And um what's our mission since I was the one in the pod, was there a backup plan cause as it stands the blockade in orbit is stopping reinforcements."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jun 12, 2015 0:23:21 GMT -6
Michael knew what he did during the war was different then what he would be doing now but there wasn't anything he could do now, grabbing his rifle as he walked over to Sam; "Sorry I fell from the ship but I did meet up with the rest of the team just didn't get to you," pausing as he listened to Captain November and knew even with him aiding to retake this city that the good SF's were still going to be put under a microscope. Walking behind the team, he noticed Tom was behind him and knew even though he kept what happened that day a secret he did have Tom do some work yet all this time Tom didn't know Jonathan was alive. Having kept quiet for most of the walk, Sam tapped her earpiece, relaying a message to Shay. "Lieutenant Jansen, we are headed to the airport to clear it of hostiles, and I expect you and the others to land once we are finished." Getting confirmation from the CAG, she continued on until the were nearly to the airport, looking over at Michael. "Is there anything else you want to tell me, or will there be more surprises falling from the sky?" She didn't expect an answer in return, not now at least. Sam knew he would be in trouble once this was over. Her eyes focused forward quickly at the sounds of enemy fire, and she motioned her team into cover. Sam dove to cover as well, flipping the safety off of her rifle as she brought it up and began to return fire.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 12, 2015 7:31:42 GMT -6
So Jonathan was in the pod, shit, the SF's must've lost control of the prison and cut through the decryption to find out that they were guarding amongst one of the best soldiers from the last war. Looking over at Tom, he could see the man furious as well considering only he knew that he was alive and well; taking cover as he pulled out his sniper rifle, opening fire on the enemy. Yelling over to Sam as took out another Centurion, "I doubt considering he was a threat 15 years ago and he still might be one," moving back into cover as a bullet narrowly missed him. Unlike Jonathan, Michael had been worn down by combat and relied on everything where he knew Jonathan would be fresh at all of this; moving back around the corner as he fired onto a heavy raider from a distance which just took off.
Turning to Victor, he signaled the man to follow him as he broke away from Sam and began jogging for the fence; knowing that they needed to get inside. Changing over to his primary, he waited for Victor to cut open the fence before sprinting to the doors of the airport; knowing he and Victor could clear out the area.
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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 12, 2015 12:45:48 GMT -6
Watching while the last of his Nomads took out the Cylons around the outer banks of the city, he regathered his Nomads for he knew the Navy was trying to destroy the Basestars which his men could assist. Downloading the basic basestar schematics, he gave everyone a copy and ordered them to head to the basestars while he and a small detachment headed into the city; right away noticing that the militia that had surrendered where no protecting the city with the NSOTO snipers. Personally Jack hated how the navy had its own covert branch yet understood why since no one trusted the SFC shit even he doesn't trust the SFC and he's smack dab in the middle.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jun 12, 2015 12:55:08 GMT -6
He knew he drew their attention as he moved towards the door with his rifle up, noticing the naval officer standing in front of him as he ordered the man to lower his rifle; "Captain as for who I'm with that's no concern of yours considering this is my first battle in almost 20 years," picking up the man's rifle as he handed it back to the man, "I see the navy still doesn't trust the SF's or the Marines and also I see you have non military with you so my name is Jonathan or you can call me Sparky." Holstering his pistol, he started down the stairs and onto the ground as he reached into his vest to pull out his gloves before noticing Samuel; "You should get off of that foot," putting on his hat as he waited for John, "so what is a Cylon? And um what's our mission since I was the one in the pod, was there a backup plan cause as it stands the blockade in orbit is stopping reinforcements." Looking over at Sparky and then Evanna as he hopped on one foot, "I should but I'd feel pretty shitty if you all die and there was something I could have done if I wasn't on my ass in some bed," looking over the man, he knew he was a explosives expert right away as if the detonators didn't give it away, "a Cylon is something the Colonials brought with them. Its about 6 or 7 feet tall, metal skin with a red glowing eye and it likes to shoot us...name is Samuel Winters or Fireball, personally no one calls me fireball anymore cause they tend to forget I know a thing or two about explosives," taking a seat on a old newspaper stand. Samuel was feeling like shit, he could feel his ankle pulsating and knew what ever the navy gave him just wasn't working but at the same time he had to stay a bit strong; "Evanna not all SF's are bad. Shit, just the General is bad, these navy guys will see that and well we just might not be SF's anymore," pausing only briefly, "wonder if the Colonials have room for an explosives expert?"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jun 12, 2015 18:33:59 GMT -6
So Jonathan was in the pod, shit, the SF's must've lost control of the prison and cut through the decryption to find out that they were guarding amongst one of the best soldiers from the last war. Looking over at Tom, he could see the man furious as well considering only he knew that he was alive and well; taking cover as he pulled out his sniper rifle, opening fire on the enemy. Yelling over to Sam as took out another Centurion, "I doubt considering he was a threat 15 years ago and he still might be one," moving back into cover as a bullet narrowly missed him. Unlike Jonathan, Michael had been worn down by combat and relied on everything where he knew Jonathan would be fresh at all of this; moving back around the corner as he fired onto a heavy raider from a distance which just took off. Turning to Victor, he signaled the man to follow him as he broke away from Sam and began jogging for the fence; knowing that they needed to get inside. Changing over to his primary, he waited for Victor to cut open the fence before sprinting to the doors of the airport; knowing he and Victor could clear out the area. Cutting open the fence, he allowed Michael to go through first before going through himself with his FN2000 in hand, running up to the door as he placed a bit of gunpowder in the lock before lighting it up; watching as the lock popped right off. Opening the door, he allowed Michael to enter first and right away knew it was going to be a trap since the area was empty all except for the dead bodies and security cameras; yet as they entered the middle of the massive hallway, Centurions began to emerge and fired upon them. Kicking over a bench, he used it for cover as he set down his pack in the middle of both him and Michael; the Centurions were learning their tactics since they were firing from cover as well. Changing out magazines, he switched to his pistol as he killed an advancing Centurion before yelling over to Michael; "I'm starting to understand why your trying to get out of this business," setting his pistol down as he went back to his rifle.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jun 12, 2015 21:02:07 GMT -6
So Jonathan was in the pod, shit, the SF's must've lost control of the prison and cut through the decryption to find out that they were guarding amongst one of the best soldiers from the last war. Looking over at Tom, he could see the man furious as well considering only he knew that he was alive and well; taking cover as he pulled out his sniper rifle, opening fire on the enemy. Yelling over to Sam as took out another Centurion, "I doubt considering he was a threat 15 years ago and he still might be one," moving back into cover as a bullet narrowly missed him. Unlike Jonathan, Michael had been worn down by combat and relied on everything where he knew Jonathan would be fresh at all of this; moving back around the corner as he fired onto a heavy raider from a distance which just took off. Turning to Victor, he signaled the man to follow him as he broke away from Sam and began jogging for the fence; knowing that they needed to get inside. Changing over to his primary, he waited for Victor to cut open the fence before sprinting to the doors of the airport; knowing he and Victor could clear out the area. Cutting open the fence, he allowed Michael to go through first before going through himself with his FN2000 in hand, running up to the door as he placed a bit of gunpowder in the lock before lighting it up; watching as the lock popped right off. Opening the door, he allowed Michael to enter first and right away knew it was going to be a trap since the area was empty all except for the dead bodies and security cameras; yet as they entered the middle of the massive hallway, Centurions began to emerge and fired upon them. Kicking over a bench, he used it for cover as he set down his pack in the middle of both him and Michael; the Centurions were learning their tactics since they were firing from cover as well. Changing out magazines, he switched to his pistol as he killed an advancing Centurion before yelling over to Michael; "I'm starting to understand why your trying to get out of this business," setting his pistol down as he went back to his rifle. Surprised by the Cylons, he too kicked over a bench but he had to deal with bullets flying by with the Cylons fighting with Victor, changing to his pistol as he pulled out the barrel to allow it to fire a larger caliber; loading a magazine of explosive rounds. Opening fire onto the Centurions, he took out a few Centurions before reloading where he went through Victor's pack to pull out a small box of explosive rounds where he was manually reloading his magazine as he tapped his earpiece; "Sam, don't come. Secure the rest of the airport!" Finish loading his magazines, he laughed at Victor's statement as he loaded his pistol; "Everyone wants fresh starts after all aren't you and Samuel after the same woman?"
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Jun 12, 2015 21:20:55 GMT -6
Looking over at Sparky and then Evanna as he hopped on one foot, "I should but I'd feel pretty shitty if you all die and there was something I could have done if I wasn't on my ass in some bed," looking over the man, he knew he was a explosives expert right away as if the detonators didn't give it away, "a Cylon is something the Colonials brought with them. Its about 6 or 7 feet tall, metal skin with a red glowing eye and it likes to shoot us...name is Samuel Winters or Fireball, personally no one calls me fireball anymore cause they tend to forget I know a thing or two about explosives," taking a seat on a old newspaper stand. Samuel was feeling like shit, he could feel his ankle pulsating and knew what ever the navy gave him just wasn't working but at the same time he had to stay a bit strong; "Evanna not all SF's are bad. Shit, just the General is bad, these navy guys will see that and well we just might not be SF's anymore," pausing only briefly, "wonder if the Colonials have room for an explosives expert?" Evie couldn't help but let out a chuckle when Samuel explained what a cylon was. She shook her head and looked over to the man who'd joined them. "Not only do we have the metal kind shooting at us, but the human variety as well. We call 'em skinjobs, and they pack just as much of a punch as the centurions do." Waiting as Winters took a seat, she kept an eye out on the surrounding area. "I'm Evanna Matthews, or Echo, if you prefer." She thought on what Samuel had mentioned before she turned her eyes back to him. "I didn't say all SFs were bad. But I have never shown me the best treatment, and I wanted to make it clear that I didn't plan on spending any more time locked behind bars again."It wasn't just the SFs that she wasn't a fan of. Although she herself was Terran, she practically loathed most of them, because of their treatment of her and how much they'd looked down on her before. There wasn't much she could remember from before, but that always stuck with her. "But I'm sure the Colonials will take all the help they can. I doubt they'd turn down anyone willing to join."
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