Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Sept 9, 2012 17:49:35 GMT -6
Clayton was waiting for Judith's reply on Elea when a captain of the Terran Military (Clayton was learning the rank insignia) interrupted. Judith read a message on a strip of paper, then she turned back to him. His left eyebrow rose when she mentioned that the Colonial President and VP were 'picked up' by a special agent in the capital. He didn't expect Doral or Trottle to be spying, so 'picked up' could easily mean 'kidnapped'. He would hold off until he heard from them directly, though, before passing judgement on the matter.
He was a bit taken aback at the seeming fame - or notiriety - that a former CMO had. This was interesting. What was Elea here that made here a household name of sorts? Ahh, Castorius. Clayton remembered so many years ago, rescuing the man when he was a Major in the Colonial Fleet. The man had tried to fly a Viper over FTL distances, and Clayton had been part of the Raptor rescue team. They had used the belly maglocks that were normally used for forced incursions into hostile ships to latch onto the nose of the Viper and jump home with it. Fortunately, there was enough ferrous metal in it for a usable lock, but they only had to touch. In the FTL, the propagation of the Jump wave was not a physical force that would pull them apart. Castorious had bone on to become a General, then had retired. He kept that to himself and spoke on the other subject.
"Gorno? Never heard of him, but Carlie McPherson, I do know a bit. I hope the weather is more agreeable to her clothes this time!" The memory of the woman's despising the effect of the rain on her hair and outfit was amusing.
How would he react to the President? With due respect, of course, because Doral's being a Cylon meant nothing to Clayton, not after serving President Skulbaka. Clayton wasn't concerned about projections. So far, the only Cylons whose projections that Clayton could receive were females.
He gave Judith a wry smile.
"By the way, how are you going to introduce me to Doral and Trottle?" How he was to be announced would give him more information about his new position and role.
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Sept 11, 2012 14:14:20 GMT -6
Carlie looked out the window of the terran shuttle. Rain, nothing but the damn rain! She looked at her feet. At least this time she put on something more sensible and not expensive. Still, her hair was definitely not going to cooperate. She looked across from her and observed the sleeping figure of the gondawan representative, Demetrius Gorno. How the man could sleep with all the bucks and dips and turns of this shuttle was beyond comprehension. Then again, he was descended from the cylons, supposedly.
Carlie strained to look out the front of the shuttle, to see if the northern coast of the continent was visible yet. AT least with them coming in from this direction, the view would be so much more splendid, coming in over the green fertile valleys as opposed to flying in low over the southern coast, and the crazy wind and weather patterns that dominated that area of the continent.
"Pilot, make certain there are umbrellas open and waiting for when we land. I do not feel like becoming a human sponge again, is that understood?"
The pilot, a middle-aged woman from Picon who now worked for the terran government, barely moved her head, instead concentrating on her flight path. There was one simple rule when making an approach into Eresea-DO NOT DEVIATE FROM THE PRESCRIBED FLIGHT PATH. To do so would immediately summon a swarm of fighter aircraft, provided the surface to air missile batteries didn't get to you first.
Carlie slumped back in her seat, resigned to the fact that hers was a lonely job, so full of setbacks and disappointments and ruined hair styles.
"Oh, to be back home, where there is sunshine and flowers. I truly do hate this place."
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Sept 11, 2012 14:51:14 GMT -6
The Raptors flew through the turbulence of the storm. Not being wavered any by it due to the many years in a cockpit. Ih how he some times missed the easy life of being a Viper Jockey. But being Vice-President had its upsides, he wasn't bring shot at by the Cylons on a daily basis. Again it did have a down fall, since he was a Cylon he did get questioned about his Loyalty. He would respond the same way, 'I have been a Colonial Citizen for my entire career and I took a oath when I became a Colonial Officer. I also took one when I was elected Vice President to serve and protect the 12 Colonies of Kobal with my life'.
The ship set down on the tarmac and he looked at Marla then to Phineas. He had hoped this wasn't going to be one of them look we got your President and Vice President, give us what we want deals. Unbuckling his straps he stood and exited he vessel. Fixing his shoulder holsters and placing his id on his shirt pocket so the guards could see it. He waited for Doral and Marla to join him.
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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 Sept 11, 2012 19:05:35 GMT -6
Phineas stood there next to Ben, the rain soaking him. A terran officer came running up holding an umbrella, motioning him and Ben to get inside the waiting vehicle. Another terran officer held an umbrella for Ben and also motioned to the vehicle.
"Mr. President, Vice President, please, the storm is going to get worse. We'll be heading over to the galley so you can all get dry and have dinner. Your quarters are ready and waiting for you all. Our other guests are just now arriving."
Phineas looked at Ben.
"Well, they sure aren't going to dry us off, feed us, then kill us. I don't know about you, but I sure could use something to eat."
Getting into the vehicle, Phineas looked around the airfield. Rows of new Vipers and the terran versions were lined up. He had heard about the remoteness of this continent and how difficult, almost to the point of being impossible, it was to locate the place. Yes, the perfect hiding spot for a military force. But there was more to this place than that. No, this place held far better secrets and Phineas knew they were about to find some of them out soon.
"Very well, let's get going. C'mon Ben, Miss Marla, we can't keep everyone waiting."
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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 19:57:07 GMT -6
[/quote] As Junior Administrator Gina Kao'la'ha, Eresean Administration (NPC)Sitting in her office in the City of Helios, Gina kept looking at the clock on her desk. In twenty minutes, she would board a shuttle and head to the capital city. She dreaded the trip, as almost every other government worker who lived and/or worked outside of that region did. The weather was hostile, to say the least. Still, she had been selected to meet the Colonial President and from what she had been told, the Vice-President as well. There was also the former Colonial Colonel, the one who could quite possibly ensure the continued survival of the planets population through his expertise and knowledge of advanced technology. There was also the Cylon angle, this man being one himself, to a degree she had been told. There were a rather surprising large number of Colonials who were also of Cylon heritage, or at the very least, DNA. She looked forward to meeting this Colonial. The one person she was not looking forward to meeting with was the Judge. No, Gina still recalled her last meeting with the Judge and the fact that she could thank the woman for her present assignment. Still, her people had informed her the Judge seemed much more relaxed here lately. Perhaps the fact she was in her true environment, she was able to relax. yeah, Gina was certain of it, after all, witches do prefer a gloomy environment. Gina got out of her seat and grabbed her bag and rain coat. She knew she was going to need it, that and an umbrella. Looking around the office to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything, she stepped through the doorway and into the outer office, two Terran defense force members standing there waiting for her. "Well Sergeant, shall we?"
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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 21:44:47 GMT -6
A map of Eresea City
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Sept 13, 2012 19:05:06 GMT -6
Judith didn't answer Clayton right away as they ushered to where the other guests were to arrive. Clayton was pretty sure that it was the same place he arrived, but with nastier weather. Apparently, it was another thing the Brigadier - er, Judge, was keeping up her sleeve. At least he knew the names of the others. It was quite a high-power group with the leader of the Colonial Government now. Dualla, a retired Colonial engineer, knew he had some value for his technical expertise, but Doral and Trottle, the had political power, and value as hostages - if that's what they were to be. He wondered. There was so much talk about cooperation between the Terrans and the Colonials - in fact, that was the reason he was told that he was brought. If that really was true, he was interested to see what would be offered to Doral and Trottle. He had had a new tech career waved under his nose. What could they offer the Prez and VP?
The Gondawan Rep would be arriving separately with Carly MacPherson. He chuckled inwardly at her distress the first time he saw here. How was she going to take the deluge? Things were really getting interesting now, and Clayton was very curious as to how the personalities were going to be handled, how they would all mesh with each other. He had just finished lunch, and he didn't doubt that they would be ushered back for another meal. Well, he could have coffee and pie. The pie was good. What he really wanted, though was to hit the sack and sleep between what looked like pretty luxurious sheets on a plush mattress.
Clayton tugged at the hem of his gold velour pullover. It settled over his muscular frame. He took a look at his black slacks and loafers, and thought about how they would look over boots instead, maybe shortened. An eyebrow went up. What would lead him to think about his wardrobe? Carly? Was he thinking of impressing her? No way! He was Anastasia Dualla's forever. Maybe he was wanting to give the old standby a new look, to go with his new life.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Sept 14, 2012 15:12:45 GMT -6
Marla got into the vehicle and sat in the far rear seat, away from the President and VP. She had heard that the Judge would be here and was slightly concerned for her own safety, since she didn't know if the Judge knew her actual status. So far, none of the military types seemed interested in her so perhaps the Judge was aware that she was not a part of the TLF after all. Still, it was the Colonials she was even more concerned with. The vehicles began making their way towards the galley building. Although the weather here in Eresea City was atrocious, she had seen enough of the continent to know why the place was so valued-fertile valleys, mineral rich mountain ranges, crappy weather to cloak the continent from dradis. It had been some time since Marla had been around terran government types. She hoped this would not turn into a massive bore session. There was still the job of destroying the TLF once and for all before the internal security of this planet could be guranteed.
After a few minutes, the vehicles pulled up in front of the building, firtunately under a shed like structure to shelter them from the rain. She waited for the President and VP to exit the vehicle before stepping out. Protocol dictated that honors be rendered to the President and VP. The last thing they needed was any appearance of disrespect. There was too much riding on this meeting.
Walking inside, Marla marveled at how spacious and bright the interior was. She was immediately drawn to the various smells coming from the kitchen area. Looking around, she hesitated to jump into one of the serving lines, instead waiting to see which direction Phineas and Ben were heading. She was still responsible for their safety and couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that the two men were under the impression that they were some sort of hostages.
"Silly colonials. Good to see that men everywhere are the same paranoid animals."
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Judge Judith Schwein
Civilian Official
Judge, 1st Terran Circuit Court
I'm a Judge, not a general. Okay, I'm a general too.
Posts: 123
Registered: Nov 30, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Judith Schwein on Sept 14, 2012 15:21:47 GMT -6
Judith was standing there, waiting the arrival of the President and VP, along with the Terran operative Marla Johanssen. She had already been informed that Carly and the gondawan Demetrius were inbound to Eresea and that one of the Administrators from Helios was also on her way here. Judith looked at Clayton and smiled.
"Well Clayton, looks like the fun is about to begin. Aahh, there's the President and Vice-President. They don't look any worse for wear, considering the trip they've endured all the way from the north. I'm sure they're hungry and tired so we'll try to wrap this little welcome up soon so everyone can get some rest before tomorrow. We've got a big day planned and hopefully by then, all the players of this game will be here."
Judith strode up to the President and Vice-President, extending her hand.
"Mr. President, Mr. Vice-President, welcome to Eresea City. I'm Judge Judith Schwein, Terran Courts and this handsome man here, I'm sure you know, is Clayton Dualla. He is our Senior Technical Advisor."
Judith thought about the sound of that name and smiled at how easily it just rolled off of her tongue. Smiling at the two men, she became somewhat more relaxed. Perhaps it was the meal and ambrosia she had just consumed.
"I am sure you gentlemen are tired and hungry, not to mention a bit on the wet side. How about some food and drink, then to your quarters for some rest before tomorrow?"
Judith noticed Marla standing there. She looked at the woman and extended her hand to her as well.
"Ms. Johanssen, a pleasure to meet you once again. How are things up north in the Orlan Forest?"
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Sept 18, 2012 17:39:06 GMT -6
Doral and Trottle exited the 'limo'. Clayton kept his eyebrows level at the comment about their being 'all the way from the north'. He would ask the politicians what they had been up to, though he didn't expect and answer.
Judith stepped forward to greet them, which was a clear sign to Dualla of the woman's true position in the Terran government and the power she wielded. They'd send no minor functionary for this meeting, especially if the Terrans had something to do with it (which he was certain of, considering how the Terrans in general and Judith in particular had maneuvered him into his present circumstance).
When she introduced Clayton, he stepped forward and extended his hand. He kept his feeling masked, but the revelation of his new title was not only a revelation as the the title, but to the Judge's cleverness again. 'Senior Technical Advisor' was the title that Secretary of Defense Mike Jericho - 'Cheesy' - had given him when the SecDef had appointed Dualla. IT had more personal meaning to Clayton than most could guess. That position got him aboard Colonial One, where he met Vice President Anastasial Dualla. After she went back to the Gods, he took her surname as his own. Even if Judith did not know how much it meant, she had enough of a clue to figure that it would be a hook.
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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 Sept 19, 2012 20:51:47 GMT -6
Phineas looked at the woman known as the Judge to those who served in the government building back in Corinth. This was no ordinary woman, nor some local magistrate back on Tauron. No, this woman was the power behind the throne here on Terra. He had known of a meeting with the terrans regarding new technology developments, having been approached days before the Cylon attack on the Colonial Fleet and the planet. The Terran Special Ops people, along with some of their own from the Battlestar Atlantia, had come to usher him and his aides out of the capital city but somehow in all the chaos, he had become separated from them. he was grateful for this woman he only knew as Marla but now as Ms. Johanssen, that she had "stumbled" upon him and the VP. He of course now knew she was actually a Terran operative. That only added more intrigue to the entire affair.
Whisked away to some far-off island continent in the southern hemisphere, Phineas was curious what mystique this place really had. His intel was sketchy, at best. All he knew was the place was naturally shrouded from dradis, almost to the point of being invisible. It wasn't that easy to spot visually in the first place. Of course, many of the island nations in the southern hemisphere were affected in the same manner, shrouded in some sort of vapor or fog or something.
Phineas was brought back to the moment with the mention of Colonel Dualla's name. He looked at the man, breaking off his hand shake with the judge woman, extending it to the Colonel.
"Colonel Dualla, it IS a pleasure to see a familiar face here! How have you been Sir?"
Phineas was keenly aware of the level of excitement in his voice, and the fact he was about to shake the Colonel's arm off.
"Please, forgive me. It's been a rather awful past few weeks, let me tell you. If it weren't for this woman here, Ms. Johanssen, well, I'm not sure the VP and myself would have made it here. Senior Technical Advisor, huh? I was thinking Director of R&D or something like that but hey, it does have that ring of confidence to it and besides, I am aware of your past contributions to the Fleet and humanity. What we need now is some more of that experience and confidence. I'm glad they were able to get you to come aboard."
Phineas looked around the room, then back to the judge.
"Ms. Schwein, or should I call you Your Honor? I see the others have not yet made it. I think Ben and myself would like to take you up on that offer of food if possible. Colonel, I realize you have already had your meal but was hoping if you could stick around for just a bit longer. I realize the night is late and I too am looking forward to some sleep but I would like to speak to you, privately."
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Judge Judith Schwein
Civilian Official
Judge, 1st Terran Circuit Court
I'm a Judge, not a general. Okay, I'm a general too.
Posts: 123
Registered: Nov 30, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Judith Schwein on Sept 19, 2012 21:02:55 GMT -6
Judith was slightly taken aback by the President brushing her aside but reminded herself of the standing that Clayton had in the Colonial government, even if the man was not actually, officially affiliated with it. He was also highly respected by the Terran government, which is why the Council was so adamant about his taking over the reigns of technology development. She listened to the President talk to Clayton and watched as the man's eyes lit up when he greeted him. Judith sometimes wondered how it came to be that a Cylon was elected as President of not only the Colonials but Terrans as well. She chuckled a little at the thought of the election results, results she personally oversaw being tallied and wondered if the President was aware of how many Cylon citizens didn't vote for him, since although the vote totals had been separated into three groups-Colonial, Terran, and Cylon-those results were not disclosed to anyone outside of the Election Board, and for good reason. Judith was still chuckling to herself when the President directed his attention back to her.
"Actually Mr. President, you may refer to me by my given name, Judith. As for the others, I do believe Ms. McPherson and the Gondawan representative have arrived and the Junior Administrator for Eresea is on her way from Helios as we speak and should be arriving shortly. As for food, the galley awaits you and your party Sir."
Judith wished she could have asked what the President wished to talk to Clayton about but knew to do so would not be a good move. Still, she wondered what the President had to say. Judith looked at Marla.
"Well, I bet clean linen and utensils will be something different than what you are usually accustomed to when dining, won't it Ms. Johanssen?"
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Sept 19, 2012 21:08:40 GMT -6
Getting tired of the pomp and circumstance taking place, Marla looked around the rather large cafeteria. She marveled at how luxurious yet practical the place was. Solid construction yet just enough elegance added to the place to take away from the dreary atmosphere outside. Marla had already taken one jab from the Judge without making a comment in return. This time, she would not keep her mouth shut.
"Yeah, you know how it is with us back woods types. Then again, you would, wouldn't you, Your Honor? Afterall, you lived in the hills north of Sparta before becoming a military hero, isn't that right, Your Honor? Or is it Brigadier anymore? I can't remember, the titles have changed so many times, yet the faces all remain the same, isn't that right, You Honor? If you'll excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite. I'll be retiring to my quarters, if that's all right with you, Your Honor."
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Sept 19, 2012 21:20:50 GMT -6
Even though the shuttle had landed close to the row of buildings, Carlie looked outside. Rain. Lots of rain. She looked at the military issue boots she had on and was thankful she listened to that Major back in Corinth. She looked at Demetrius and smiled.
"Well, this time they aren't going to ruin anymore clothes. Well, let's get the heck out of here and inside. I'm already wet, I'm hungry and I'm tired."
Carlie exited the shuttle, making a bee-line straight for the doors of the galley. There was a port in front of the building, so at least she would be sheltered from this awful weather. Making her way there, she turned to look for Demetrius. Where the hell did he go? Suddenly, she turned and was startled to see the man standing next to her. How in the hell did he do that? A Corporal standing at the door saluted her, opening the door. Carlie gave a half salute to the man, stepping inside the galley. She shook the rain off of her rain coat, removing the thing and handing it to a waiting woman. She looked around the room and spotted the President, VP, Judge, some young woman and a rather handsome man she recognized as Colonel Clayton Dualla. Striding up to the group, she extended her hand to the President.
"Mr. President, Mr. Vice-President, it is such a pleasure to see you both. Too bad it couldn;t be someplace more hospitable, and with better weather. Colonel Duall, what a nice surprise to see you here as well. Madam Judge, always a joy. And I do not believe I've had the chance to meet you, you are?"
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Sept 19, 2012 21:24:35 GMT -6
Marla was starting for the door when it opened and some rather tall woman walked in, an even taller man behind her. Marla knew who she was but wondered how the woman would play this. When she feigned not knowing her, Marla relaxed. At least this woman was not going to blow her cover, not that it mattered much anymore. She figured Carlie didn't want the Judge to know of their dealings. Marla kept a straight face, responding to Carlile.
"Its Marla Johanssen and if you'll forgive me, I need to get some fresh air. The odor in here is making me nauseated."
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