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 May 2, 2012 20:14:38 GMT -6
Before After
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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 May 2, 2012 20:43:09 GMT -6
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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 May 2, 2012 22:27:20 GMT -6
As Flight Leftenant Mitchell Boggs, Terran Defense Forces (npc)Still seeing the destruction in front of him, Boggs was taken aback by the General's comments that the city was fine. Suddenly, Boggs realized what the issue was-he wasn't over the capital city, he was over the city of Sparta. "Correction general, it's SPARTA that is under attack. Send all available personnel there, the city is on fire, over." *Listening to the call as my heart sink's as I almost lose control of my cycle. Shuffling around twisting the throttle gunning it back to the school* "Alright men the army is divided but with the people willing to help we got more then enough fighters. Let's split up again and take civilians wanting to help, I want all three cites with equal troops. ALL RIGHT LETS MOVE OUT"*Twisting the throttle waiting for trucks and tanks as we then head out to Sparta*
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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 May 2, 2012 22:37:15 GMT -6
With Darous City Ruins run by Sam of the Colonial's, Capital-City of Corinth with Duke left in-charge. General Cotter along with TunnelRat leading a huge convoy into Sparta, with a rescue mission under way. Digging deep under building with a surprise of for more people the they expected.
Starting to sweep the streets for the tanks, setting up HQ in school that missed the fire. Fire trunk offered to come in from other cities and towns The people slowly regroup and help out, ships pouring in taking up patrols.
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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 May 5, 2012 16:02:05 GMT -6
*Watching the tank turn down there given streets as are ships taken the sky. Turning back as I being to shout*
"Alright men I what check-in spot's on every other corner. I want barricade's up where ever you see fit. I want Sparta locked down and Cylon free, now in the mean time we got to make long term temporary homes for these people.
Now the AA gun's recoil is to much for most these builds that been hit. So place them on key points where you can. We need to build up a defense here, all right get to work."
*Watch ereyone move out as I head to the school and set up HQ*
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Phineas Doral
Cylon Command Staff
Former Colonial President
I love humans, really. That's why I defected.
Posts: 326
Registered: Jul 25, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -6
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Post by Phineas Doral on May 11, 2012 11:25:53 GMT -6
Smiling a wide grin, Phineas waited for the comm link to come to life. Seconds later, he could hear the sound of dead airwaves, then a sfot voice informing him he was ready to go. Sitting at his desk, which was covered with dust and debris, Phineas began speaking.
"My fellow citizens, this is President Doral. I am happy to announce that I have returned to my office and am currently preparing to oversee the defense of the planet and the impending assault on the invading Cylons. I know many of you have wondered where I have been and I apologize for leaving. My departure from the government center here in the capital was necessary, so as to lure the cylons into believing we were on the run. That is not and was not the case. We are very much here, Terran and Colonial, soldier and citizen. Together, we will wipe the cylons clear from this planet, our home. Tragedy has once again been brought to not only us but to our Terran brothers and sisters. Most of our civilian ships and quite a few of our military ships have taken the necessary precautions and have jumped away. Soon, they will return to us. I ask that anyone who hears this message and is near the city of Sparta to go there now and assist in the recovery efforts. Many have died there and many more are wounded. For now, please know that our gallant military is not only fighting the cylons but beating them back. We will win this fight and we will win it as one. May the gods shine their blessings down upon us, So Say We All!"
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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 May 11, 2012 17:41:46 GMT -6
*Zipping around the city twisting the throttle break away from HQ. Watching the watch towers going up with check-in points, making a left fly over ruble. Nearing the south check-in and south barricade with two tanks blocking the bridge intersection. Steering left veering back making a left watch everyone making an effort to rescue the trapped.
The city still in ruble fir trunk every where with mash units setting up tents. Hearing as the President comes out off hiding,*
(Edit later)
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 11, 2012 20:05:23 GMT -6
Grabbing her gear, Sam followed behind Michael into the larger aircraft. She popped a few painkillers and downed them with water, raising a brow once she caught sight of the Humvee. "Ugly ass thing!" She yelled over to Michael, grinning. As Thomas went through the preflight, Sam tapped her earpiece and connected over to the support raptor that Greer and his team were in. "Stay frosty out there, Greer, and let me know if you have any trouble."Tapping it again, she took a seat and waited for the craft to take off. The sooner they were in the air, the sooner they got to Sparta and finished this. The few days of R&R that were hopefully going to follow would be much needed. No radios, no worries of the cylons. She smiled at the thought, it brought back memories of her old place down on Earth before it was nuked. A house beside a beautiful lake. Completely cut off from the rest of the world, secluded. If only things were that simple. Closing her eyes, Sam leaned back and waited for take off. Reaching over for his seat belt as he clipped himself in before feeling the jerk of Thomas flipping into overdrive as he peered over at Sam; "Hey, its bulletproof and is perfect considering it can handle a few rolls unlike that damn truck we drove in with." Feeling the turbulence, he remembered why he hate flying with Jackel considering taking off was the easy part however his landings are a bit more rocky. Turning to Sam as he started up the Humvee, "Thomas is a good pilot but unlike Colonial pilots...he learned the absolute amount on how to fly landing was and has always been an issue," noticing the ramp opening up and Thomas running over, "so how close are we to the runway this time?"
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on May 11, 2012 20:10:30 GMT -6
Setting up the angle to the Sparta runway, he already called in to the hook system setup as he started on back to the Humvee knowing Michael was ready to take his break. Climbing into the back as he fastened his seat belt, "Close...closer than before but would suggest you hit that brake once we get clear cause the plane is now slowing down...this time," flipping the safety on for his M-4 as he held on. Feeling Michael rolling the humvee out of the plane, he closed his eyes as he prayed only to open his eyes to the plane stopping meters in front of them, "best landing yet."
Undoing his seat belt, he climbed up to the turret as he slipped on his radio; "Oh man, that Odin bastard is here...I really hate that guy, he always ordered prune juice at the bar nothing more nothing less."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 11, 2012 20:54:12 GMT -6
Reversing out of the plane while Thomas had his eyes shut, he had done this a dozen of times but each one gets scarier than the last; "Thomas, I hope you realize after all of this, I'm tossing you out of the Humvee and relaxing on my R&R," shifting into drive as he started down the street, noticing already that it was taking a beating but no Centurions on the ground. Undoing his seat belt, he whispered over to Sam as he rolled the window down; "Back in the day, we would air drop Sparta with thousands both in parachutes and in Humvees...we took down a uprising in only hours but force to occupy the city for weeks."
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Npc Terran Military
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Defense Forces
Terra uber alle
Posts: 69
Registered: Sept 11, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -6
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Post by Npc Terran Military on May 12, 2012 4:15:05 GMT -6
Reversing out of the plane while Thomas had his eyes shut, he had done this a dozen of times but each one gets scarier than the last; "Thomas, I hope you realize after all of this, I'm tossing you out of the Humvee and relaxing on my R&R," shifting into drive as he started down the street, noticing already that it was taking a beating but no Centurions on the ground. Undoing his seat belt, he whispered over to Sam as he rolled the window down; "Back in the day, we would air drop Sparta with thousands both in parachutes and in Humvees...we took down a uprising in only hours but force to occupy the city for weeks." *Few tanks rolling into the airport securing the place as driving over ruble. A squad behind them kneeing down aiming there rifles. Two men moving forward* Major Jaxx: "Hold it right there, I need to see your Id. This city is under marital Law by the order of General Cotter." *Reaching up and over, looking down to my forearm screen. Taking there Id's searching the data base* "Welcome back Lieutenant Thrax and Lieutenant Westin, *THISS ISS SSPAARTAA * (I mean welcome to Sparta) ;D. The HQ is in the high school near the middle of the city, exit the airport. Head right and take the highway 15 miles, get off the ramp and head left drive 3 miles till you see Spartacus high school. Keep your ID's handy men"*Stepping back reaching up circling my hand in the air, the men lower there weapons as they rally to me allowing Thrax pass through.*
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 12, 2012 16:17:31 GMT -6
Driving past them, he turned to Thomas as he sped up; "Okay, Thomas you got this covered," grinning he drove only five miles down the road as he turned off one a nicer part of the neighborhood to a car lot. Climbing out, he walked over to a car as he popped the lock before placing his M-4 inside, "You take the Humvee, Thomas, and we'll take this." Starting up the motor, he waited for Sam to climb inside as they followed Thomas out; peering around the interior to spot the digital console. It's smooth shift into a higher gear as he blew past Thomas to get to the high school.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on May 12, 2012 16:21:21 GMT -6
Watching as Michael and Sam climbed into the fancy car, he slipped into the drivers seat as he flipped on the radio with now all the windows down; "Terran Intelligence really spoiled us...especially Michael," shifting into the next gear as he tried to keep up with the heavy beast. He hated Sparta for many reasons and only to revisit old wounds wasn't something he was planning to do as they turned off of the highway.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 12, 2012 18:59:17 GMT -6
Driving past them, he turned to Thomas as he sped up; "Okay, Thomas you got this covered," grinning he drove only five miles down the road as he turned off one a nicer part of the neighborhood to a car lot. Climbing out, he walked over to a car as he popped the lock before placing his M-4 inside, "You take the Humvee, Thomas, and we'll take this." Starting up the motor, he waited for Sam to climb inside as they followed Thomas out; peering around the interior to spot the digital console. It's smooth shift into a higher gear as he blew past Thomas to get to the high school. Sam strapped in and held on as the car went speeding down the road and off the highway. She looked out the window to see the support raptors right with them. "Next time, I'm driving," she said, glancing over at Michael with a grin. Eyes watched everything they passed. The city almost reminded her of Darious, it was in slightly better shape though. It was a surprise they hadn't encountered any enemy contacts at this point. She wouldn't hold her breath on that one, they would show up eventually, like they always did. Burning and destroying anything they could, like the Colonies and Earth. Sam still felt the bitterness of losing Tauron. Bitterness towards every Cylon, even the friendlies. She sighed and grew quiet, hands folded in her lap as they sped on towards their destination.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 12, 2012 19:27:54 GMT -6
Placing his hand on her hip, he switched it over to pedal shifting as he whispered over to her, "I will," pulling the car into the high school as he leaned over to kiss her. Moving her hair out of the way as he kept his lips locked with hers for a while, "don't worry, this is a desperate move for the Cylons cause they know they've lost."
Opening up his door, he grabbed his M-4 as he attached his ID to his vest so the guards can see it as he walked over to her side; "Ready to finish this shit up?"
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