Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs
Colonial Officer
Colonel (MIA)
Till the red eye fades!!!
Posts: 272
Registered: Dec 8, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Apr 10, 2012 18:26:27 GMT -6
Once a few of the other centurions began to retreat, Sam grabbed her taser from Michael and placed it back into her holster. "Don't make me use it on you," She said, grinning. She followed the XO to get out of the rain, taking a minute to tap her earpiece and make sure everything was going smoothly with her team back in the gardens. Ducking under an alcove, Sam wiped the water away from her face and looked at Reaper and Michael. "If you plan on moving in to that beach head, I can take my team and provide a distraction. Maybe catch them off guard." Shruggin, she turned to Mason, "It's your call, boss."Mason pulled the map as they walked, he watched thrax sprint off . "the young and the cocky" he shook his head and turned to sam "flank them real hard while mr amazing does his distraction work we will meet in the middle here" he pointed to a point on the map "after we draw the line im going to push them back to go find whats left of the second advance team" reaper took some clips from the ammunition bundle and stowed them away, then looked at sam. "it will be hard pushing into there flanks if you feel you cant push them further just hold what you got no need to die on me. Ill taking up the middle high ground just out side the beach head" he musked her hair. "stay sharp kid" reaper sprinted off toward a abandoned building lugging the grip lines, and a sniper rifle.
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NPC CIC
Colonial Officer
CIC Officer
Posts: 423
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:22:16 GMT -6
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Post by NPC CIC on Apr 11, 2012 1:24:58 GMT -6
*Patch through to Darous command center* "CIC this in the hanger-bay patch me through to Admiral Yogi right away, think we have a problem."
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Apr 11, 2012 1:51:27 GMT -6
*Walking around reading over maps and listening to chatter on both sides. Then the comms goes off from the Atlantia, walking on over. Reaching down picking up the headset as I place it on, hearing the comms officer redirecting me.* "CIC this in the hanger-bay patch me through to Admiral Yogi right away, think we have a problem." "Hey Chief whats the problem?"
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NPC Chief
Colonial Enlisted
Chief of the Boat
Posts: 54
Registered: Jul 17, 2010 16:00:03 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Chief on Apr 11, 2012 2:05:57 GMT -6
"Hey Chief whats the problem?" "I think we have a problem with Captain Kona, I just saw her taking off in her old Cylon Raider that you found as the marine Co. At first I assumed it was Six, I have then confirmed that Six is in her cell. So I pulled up that old tracking program you gave me and we she left Terra but then slowed down just out off reach of the Fleet. These old GPS unit's are great and yet so old nobody has used then for dodecada's."
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Apr 11, 2012 2:24:12 GMT -6
color=Teal]"I think we have a problem with Captain Kona, I just saw her taking off in her old Cylon Raider that you found as the marine Co. At first I assumed it was Six, I have then confirmed that Six is in her cell. So I pulled up that old tracking program you gave me and we she left Terra but then slowed down just out off reach of the Fleet. These old GPS unit's are great and yet so old nobody has used then for dodecada's." [/color][/quote] *Listening to all this as I think the worst as this is the worst news ever. I mean how could she we been through it all, I lost my two best crew. We just ended this with Ace and now the legion is attacking Terra. Dropping the headset on the table, heading out the tent. Watching the fighting going on, I just wonder around regaining my thought's. Bullet's whizzing by, out in the middle of everything as I then falls to my knee's. In slow motion my arm's rise up in the air as my body lean's forward and down. Landing on my knee's leaning back, as a centurion flank's from the rear. Just then Bri de-cloaks the ship right above slamming the nose down squashing the centurion. I then begun to scream out in share hatred.* "WHY GODDS WHY, what the frak have I done to deserve this!!"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 11, 2012 12:32:50 GMT -6
Once a few of the other centurions began to retreat, Sam grabbed her taser from Michael and placed it back into her holster. "Don't make me use it on you," She said, grinning. She followed the XO to get out of the rain, taking a minute to tap her earpiece and make sure everything was going smoothly with her team back in the gardens. Ducking under an alcove, Sam wiped the water away from her face and looked at Reaper and Michael. "If you plan on moving in to that beach head, I can take my team and provide a distraction. Maybe catch them off guard." Shruggin, she turned to Mason, "It's your call, boss."Mason pulled the map as they walked, he watched thrax sprint off . "the young and the cocky" he shook his head and turned to sam "flank them real hard while mr amazing does his distraction work we will meet in the middle here" he pointed to a point on the map "after we draw the line im going to push them back to go find whats left of the second advance team" reaper took some clips from the ammunition bundle and stowed them away, then looked at sam. "it will be hard pushing into there flanks if you feel you cant push them further just hold what you got no need to die on me. Ill taking up the middle high ground just out side the beach head" he musked her hair. "stay sharp kid" reaper sprinted off toward a abandoned building lugging the grip lines, and a sniper rifle. Watching the Centurions approach his position, Michael changed out his clip as he slowly retreated but knew they wanted him down. It seemed so instant as a bullet slammed into his shoulder, forcing his to fall to the ground but still holding the rifle. Firing off a few shots, he walked over to the railing of the bridge as he dropped down into the water to get away from the Centurions. Dropping his rifle as he laid on his back while the stream carried him through the man made river that surrounded the city. Reaching into his vest, he pulled out a bandage along with metallic clamp as he pulled the bullet out followed by wrapping it up as he popped in a few pills to keep infection down as he paddled to shore where his Spec Ops were standing waiting for him as they refitted him with weapons but knew he had to get back to push back the now advancing Centurions.
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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 Apr 11, 2012 19:22:41 GMT -6
Spotting a soldier moving one of the dead Centurions off to the side, Jackel soon followed as he noticed the man kneeling to pray to the gods about this fallen Centurion's soul. Slowly approaching him, Jackel heard other foot steps as he looked around to notice his Marines pointing their rifles at him before he pointed his rifle and pistol at them wondering what was going on here. Unclipping his smoke grenade, he dropped it to the ground before running for cover as he shot one of the Marines. Getting hit in the calf, he stumbled as he took cover not even feeling it as he opened fire on the Marines but avoided the kill shots as he heard his Spec Ops men on the way. Taking 2 to 3 of the Marines down, he stumbled to stand up as he ejected a clip for a fresh one as his Spec Ops men took down the other ones before aiding Jackel with the blood pouring out of his leg.
Pushing them aside, he pulled out his pistol as he stuck it to the Marine's head; "Why did you attack me?"
Peering up at Jackel, the Marine grinned as he pulled the pin from his grenade; "My god demands I kill all the infidels which includes you, good..."
Before he could finish, Thomas shot him straight in the head before jumping clear of the explosion as he tapped his radio to call out to Michael; "Michael, I just had my Marines turn on me watch out they may be Cylons...the humaniod ones."
Holding onto one of his men as they wrapped up his leg before infection comes into it even more till they could remove the bullet, giving him support for a bit till he could walk on his own.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 11, 2012 23:36:48 GMT -6
Hearing Jackel over the radio, Michael noticed a few squads of Marines in their way but with rifles pointed at them among them were a few four and fives. Tapping his men to take cover as he pulled out the M-25 that one of his men gave him as he yelled over to the Marines; "We're all human here for the most part but your not getting Terra..."
Interrupting him, a Cavil stepped out with pistol in hand as he took aim at Michael; "We have Terra just have to get rid of all of you and its getting a whole easier now," firing a shot as it missed him but tore through the right shoulder of his uniform. Firing back, Michael hit him in the head as his Spec Ops men tore apart the Marines as he slowly approached Cavil; "Sorry but you lost this war once you stepped on Terra," firing a cluster of rounds into him as his men came out of cover.
Loading up on ammunition along with provisions, they continued over to the bridge. Lying down multiple small lines of fire, they kept them back with more Special Operations men turning the AA guns down to fire onto the ground rather into the air sending shrapnel straight into the Centurions.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Apr 12, 2012 2:09:40 GMT -6
*Rising up looking around, the Centurion falls next to me. Turning around quickly to see Bri and the Black Bird. Head around the nose reaching up to the outer haul ladder releasing the lock un-folding it. Lifting my right foot, reaching up grasping the runt stepping up.*
"Bri open the my canopy were leaving"
*Watching the canopy open and fold back, Bri flies around swinging by Reaper*
"Reaper hold fort and if you need to call Cotter"
*Climbing up into the cockpit as Bri pulls up and zips off. Sitting down as the ladder flip's up and lock's. Sliding down in the seat, my suit clamps in as the canopy un-folds sliding shut. Reaching down grasping the dual yoke in my right hand, reaching over punching in the coordinates of Battlestar Leonides.*
"Spooling up FTL"
*Once 100% we then jump as a space time window opens before the us, sec's later were sucked in closing behind us.*
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Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs
Colonial Officer
Colonel (MIA)
Till the red eye fades!!!
Posts: 272
Registered: Dec 8, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Apr 12, 2012 19:05:56 GMT -6
reaper was setting up the firing nest when the commanders craft cam around, mason looked up with awkward eyes "yes sir holding the fort, good hunting" after he watch the craft fly off mason set up the mini machine gun and grasp hooks to the building over looking the cylons beach head "lets get started opening up there flanks.....αίμα για τους αδελφούς του αίματος " reaper slipped his scope on his ACR and placed it against the office walls they where in and brought his 50 cal M-107 sniper rifle up from its case and jammed a fresh clip, he took the head of the first cylon clean off then shoot strait through another.
The rain began to fall hard again
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Apr 12, 2012 20:44:32 GMT -6
Running through the rain with her rifle in hand, Sam tapped her earpiece to check in on the raptor team she'd left earlier. It worried her when no response came through. She picked up the pace, firing at anything that moved. Most of the toasters would be further ahead. When she arrived at the raptor, she shook her head in disgust. The tin cans must've beaten her there ... both marines were dead.
Tapping the earpiece again, Sam patched in to Reaper. "Sierra to Romeo, we've got a problem. The two marines I left at the Raptor are dead, and the AA gun is destroyed." Her head jerked around at the sounds of movement. She remembered what Mason had said, to hold the position, but also not to get killed. That option seemed to be getting further and further away. "Enemy ... advancing on ... position..." The next transmission went through scrambled as Sam jumped for cover, rolling down into a muddy culvert.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 13, 2012 8:59:15 GMT -6
Changing bandages, Michael peered behind them to noticed Centurions flanking them as he gave the war call to the men; "We're being flanked! Split fire," pausing as he wrapped up a new bandage before tying it off, 'Lieutenant, hold this position."
Turning to two of his men, he started over to Sam's position as they silently moved past the Centurions before opening fire behind them; cutting them down as Michael ordered the raptors to be destroyed. Looking for Sam, he could feel the blood pour down his arm as he held onto his rifle; "Sam! It's safe to come out."
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Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs
Colonial Officer
Colonel (MIA)
Till the red eye fades!!!
Posts: 272
Registered: Dec 8, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs on Apr 14, 2012 23:17:50 GMT -6
Running through the rain with her rifle in hand, Sam tapped her earpiece to check in on the raptor team she'd left earlier. It worried her when no response came through. She picked up the pace, firing at anything that moved. Most of the toasters would be further ahead. When she arrived at the raptor, she shook her head in disgust. The tin cans must've beaten her there ... both marines were dead. Tapping the earpiece again, Sam patched in to Reaper. "Sierra to Romeo, we've got a problem. The two marines I left at the Raptor are dead, and the AA gun is destroyed." Her head jerked around at the sounds of movement. She remembered what Mason had said, to hold the position, but also not to get killed. That option seemed to be getting further and further away. "Enemy ... advancing on ... position..." The next transmission went through scrambled as Sam jumped for cover, rolling down into a muddy culvert. "Romeo copies, see if you can get them running" mason sniped to more cylons and dodged a couple of rounds, he loaded a fresh mag and quick scoped 4 more cylons and then maned the mini gun reaper chopped through there approaching flank then motioned for the rocket team to take out a few more machine gun nest.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Apr 15, 2012 20:11:29 GMT -6
Pulling herself up and out of the culvert, Sam rubbed her head. She'd bumped it harder than she'd realized, but chose to ignore it for now. Grabbing her weapon, she headed back up the hill covered in mud until she reached the top where Michael stood. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked at him. "Safe to come out? I wasn't frakking hiding." This attitude he had towards her lately was slightly puzzling. She shook her head and frowned.
Slinging the rife across her shoulder, Sam scanned the area after hearing back from Reaper. Everything was clear for now, though more enemy contacts were a few klicks away. Wiping the mud away from her face, she started back towards one of the buildings, looking back over her shoulder at Michael. "You coming or what? If not I'm sure I can handle it myself."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 16, 2012 12:20:54 GMT -6
Noticing his men giving him a look as they watched a small puddle of blood form on the ground below his arm, nodding at them as he tightened up the bandage. He didn't want Sam to know he got shot and even more that it may have nicked something he can't fix on his own, even more he was losing more blood than he would expect as more drizzled down his arm. With the rain and all, the blood that had dampened his one arm seemed to be well hidden as he flexed his fingers to keep the blood flowing so he could continue using his arm. Picking up a bit of mud, he tossed it at her back as he started walking over to her; "Getting a bit tougher are we...acting more like a Terran..."
Pausing, he listened to the radio call as newly landed troops report that they were being flooded by Centurions in the North. Flipping over to Rebecca's channel as he ordered his men to begin retreating, "Longshot, get the satellite in position and take out the southern beach head," peering up at Reaper and over at Sam, "got 5 minutes to get out of the area on the double! This area is going to be glassed, fall back to the gardens!"
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