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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 23, 2013 7:05:33 GMT -6
Feeling the raptor preparing to land, he injected yet another Adrenaline booster as he manually opened the hatch onto Fort Independence, a base setup by TCIA early on and has been holding back the enemy since; hearing the artillery as he took a look upon the drained riverbed. Shaking hands with his fellow SF's, he took a look upon the city knowing just getting to a building would be one hell of a fight; then again nothing in this war has been easy. Taking a walk into the communications tent, he wrote a message to the Atlantia before gathering his gear along with massive trititanium shields in which they could hide behind for cover.
Setting it all out on the ground, he waited for Tom while he slipped on his armor plates to protect him against gunfire; knowing now was the best time for it.
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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 Mar 23, 2013 9:24:44 GMT -6
Landing, Tom jumped out of the raptor before it headed towards the Icarus to provide air support; picking up a spare rifle as he grabbed his armor as well as a shield. Slinging it, he saluted Michael as the men got in position for the longest sprint to the most secure target; switching off the artillery fire before dropping down into the river bed. Sprinting towards the city, the tanks dropped down into the river bed as well as they began opening fire on the buildings while the Cylon tanks began to open fire.
Passing by old debris of fishing boats and once burning warships, the SF's behind him began to use these spots as cover before opening fire on the Cylons. Moving ahead, he planted his shield into the ground before he placed his pack down filled with extra mags; opening fire on the Centurions.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 23, 2013 9:58:40 GMT -6
Planting his shield into the ground as well, Michael placed his rifle on the shield as he began opening fire; hearing chatter all over the radio, the SF's were being decimated. Spotting medical raptors attempting to pick up the injured, missiles from the Cylon held Sparta shot them down while pinning down his own unit. Bullets torn into shield as he spotted Vipers overhead only to watch missiles shoot them down, landing just shy of the city limits and even the survivors were shot on sight.
Running low on bullets, he knew they couldn't sit here for much longer before ordering the artillery to begin firing onto the city. Using the artillery as cover, he began retreating with whatever troops they had left; running over rough terrain and now open to Centurion snipers as they began to pick off soldiers. Dropping onto the ground, Michael knew he was hit as he spotted 2 gunshots into his leg before getting back up as he was hit again; slowly crawling towards the shore as he spotted Tom doing the same.
Reaching the other side, he spotted the artillery beginning to fire back towards no man's land; calling for help as one fourth of their entire fighting force returned to the other side. 500,000 SF's, the bulk or the remaining of the SF fighting force, went into the river bed to take back Sparta and out of that only a mere 50,000 SF's returned from the slaughter with more than half injured just like him and Tom. Feeling the medics help him up, Michael tried to walk as blood poured down him and there was nothing he could do as he slowly started to pass out as he spotted a Captain, trying to grab the man before dropping down onto the ground.
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Medical Staff
Medical Personnel
Doctor, Surgeon, Nurse, Medic
Dammit, I'm doctor or medic or nurse, not a miracle worker!
Posts: 146
Registered: Aug 6, 2012 20:32:04 GMT -6
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Post by Medical Staff on Mar 23, 2013 10:45:18 GMT -6
:Chief Medic Marks:
Ordering the medics to begin loading up the wounded into the raptors and shuttles, pausing as he spotted the Colonel and the Major, from what he could see he wondered how they were still alive. Helping the men as he set the Colonel down on one of the tables with the Major nearby as he started giving him blood and pain killers before grabbing his kit; requesting assistance from the Gondawa doctors. Starting to pull out the bullets, he couldn't do much more for the third round was stuck in Michael's spinal cord; turning to the Gondawa medics before walking over to Tom to do what he can if anything.
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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 Mar 23, 2013 14:50:44 GMT -6
Waking up, Tom was thankful that his armor took some of the heavy hits but he was hit in the leg as well as two shots through the back; having a Gondawa artificial lung and replacement ribs which is quite common. Even the pain killers weren't helping him but all he could do was sit in bed, picking up one of the reports of the fallen as he spotted a glimpse into the ER where he could only presume where Michael was; both of them had come too close to death. Glancing over his hand, the Gondawans had given him a state of the art cast for his hand for in the chaos he had broken a few bones that were melded but need time to heal.
Strolling through the dead, he had spotted quite a few names of old officers he had served with during the last war; most of which had no families but now had no tombstones to which of speak with. Glancing out of his window, debris of the SF bombers which had been some of the toughest was now just debris in no man's land. This war, this battle was tearing apart their branch and even order to the core; forcing them to stay on the sidelines till they can create new weapons of war.
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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 Mar 24, 2013 8:04:12 GMT -6
Still reading over the list, he paused as he noticed Michael being wheeled out of surgery; connected to more than a dozen machines to monitor everything even an oxygen mask but his heart beats were low meaning it took everything to stay alive. He still couldn't get used to his new lung but knew the machine beside him was caliberating it for normal use, lying back as he kept his eye on Michael knowing he took the worst of it but he knew the kid would get through it.
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R&D Lab Technician
Colonial Fleet
R&D Staff
I reject your reality and substitute my own
Posts: 14
Registered: Dec 18, 2011 23:29:10 GMT -6
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Post by R&D Lab Technician on Mar 24, 2013 9:49:29 GMT -6
Wheeling out the Terran SF, the Gondawa engineers had done a few things which they had experimented with but other than that it was pretty much out of the box thinking. Replacing his spine with a synthetic copy which didn't just strengthened his spine but also allowed him to keep his ability of walking; spending extra time to reinforce the ribs which meant he would be in bed for quite sometime and a specialized bed at that. Adding a new bone weave which gave his entire right leg added protected for the bone while adding extra reinforcements for the muscles which also would take time and therapy to give him use once more.
Plugging in more than a dozen machines, they setup a schedule to check over him before moving on to other patients that needed more extreme measures to save them.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 25, 2013 6:32:40 GMT -6
Waking up, Michael lifted up his oxygen mask as he sat up in bed; peering around on the machines as he took a deep breath; not able to do much more as he pondered on how bad the failure was. He had taken the best that the General could ever give them and led them into the greatest massacre they've ever witnessed even now there are whispers that the coup didn't end at Atlantis which meant for now Cotter has to find the conspirators and bring them down before the SF's could reorganize the government. Turning to Tom as he picked up one of the reports that he sent over, "How long have I been out," glancing around the machines he was connected to.
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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 Mar 25, 2013 9:37:24 GMT -6
Noticing Michael finally awake, Tom tossed over a tablet to him as he kept reviewing his own; "Almost a day then again you were shot in the back," pausing as he spotted a few more names, "but if we stay with the schedule of the physical therapy then you'll be back to pissing off Sam and I'll be back to cover your ass," trying not to laugh for his chest was still killing him. Picking up another tablet, he wasted no time to order a shuttle down for them as he turned to Michael; "Went ahead and ordered a fresh shuttle to take us to the Atlantia."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 26, 2013 6:38:06 GMT -6
Hearing the medical shuttle land, he set the tactical pads aside as he felt the techs begin to roll his bed; ordering them to stop as he called over a pair of Lieutenant's to help him. He got tired of feeling useless as the Lieutenant's helped him out of bed, holding him up as sucked in the pain before slowly walking to the shuttle watching Tom walking with the lab tech. Not bothering to take a seat in the shuttle, he knew the ride would be brief as he felt an IV enter his arm to supply him with pain med till they could get back to the infirmary.
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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 Mar 31, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -6
"Go ahead and nuke Sparta but no this you will be dead, you maybe in a updated body who can resit the Radiation. I bet that much will kill you off and you won't be able to download, as I see it press the button you will just wipe out the Cylon in orbit aswell. Anywho thanks for telling me where you all are, your at ground Zero and you don't have the balls. It's just ashamed I can't see you sitting there with all the nukes in one spot sweating bullets with difficult breathing haha. Thank you sir for ending this war either way this ends humans will win."
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Post by Damon Smith on Apr 1, 2013 6:54:58 GMT -6
Priming the detonators, Marcus grinned as he opened a channel to them; "Victory?I find it how hilarious how you would claim victory considering if I do detonate these nukes then you would lose billions upon billions of people not to mention your allies. I'm not planning on uploading as well considering these Terrans will allow me to walk out of this city once the fleet arrives to reinforce this city," pausing as the Centurions brought down another building, "Admiral, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself with the empire, help me wipe out Terra like we did for the Colonies and I'm sure Alex will allow you to be around when we win this war; this is the only time this offer will be available."
Laughing as he tossed the phone over to the Centurion before turning to the Centurion as they moved the low bit of plutonium around to the empty shell; knowing his bluff was working so far.
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NPC Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Captain
Posts: 131
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Apr 13, 2013 18:54:30 GMT -6
:Captain Miller; SF Air Commander:
Stepping out of the jeep, he had just received word that the remaining SF air units were enroute as he approached General Cotter; "Sir, I'm here under orders of Colonel Thrax to coordinate the joint attack. I've been informed that over ten thousand bombers with fighter support just left Gondawa territory and will be here soon," pulling out a holographic map that also had the bomber payload information which was mostly 20,000 lb high explosive bombs, "the plan is simply to level the city. A fleet of shuttles and raptors will to transport you and your men into the city afterwards for clean up and we'll be joining you after we retrieve our dead from the old river bed," keeping the map open as he placed his arms behind his back.
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NPC Centurion
Cylon
Centurion
By Your Command!
Posts: 63
Registered: Aug 4, 2011 20:18:53 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Centurion on Apr 16, 2013 15:05:57 GMT -6
Jumping into the atmosphere, the new Cylon raiders flew over the city as Basestar jumped in right behind them to begin lowering down into the city, turning focus onto the inbound bombers as they started shredding them to pieces. Flying past Cotter, the raiders turned around as they began doing flybys as they opened fire with their new .60 caliber cannons; tearing the artillery apart in seconds. Securing their now reinforced position, the raiders began to pick off the remaining enemy aircraft as the older raiders began suicide missions; colliding with the bombers to bring them down.
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NPC Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Captain
Posts: 131
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Apr 16, 2013 17:09:00 GMT -6
:Captain Miller; SF Air Commander:
Surprised about the Cylon reaction, he soon ducked behind a sandbag bunker as the enemy flew overhead; "General, suggesting full retreat," yelling as he rushed over to grab his gear. His corp of bombers and fighters were getting swarmed and even now he was getting reports that bomber crews were forced to eject while the vipers were too heavy to fight proper. Tapping his radio as the raptors attempted to evacuate personnel from this hot landing zone, "All SF forces, begin full retreat, all aircraft have orders to head to Ares while all ground forces head for the temple ruins for extraction and get it to the press that Sparta shall remain in Cylon hands," helping his Lieutenant up as the last raptor attempting to take off was soon shredded. Smoke filled the air from the munitions and metal burning, the little outpost was all but wiped out as pockets of SF's opened fire on the enemy to give others a chance to escape.
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