Commander Frank Admiral
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Post by Commander Frank Admiral on Jul 5, 2011 23:04:28 GMT -6
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Commander Frank Admiral
Colonial Officer
BSG-77 Acheron Commanding Officer
Posts: 1,076
Registered: Nov 11, 2010 22:54:07 GMT -6
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Post by Commander Frank Admiral on Jul 6, 2011 23:19:59 GMT -6
History of the city : Despite the discovery that Earth could not sustain human life, the Colonial fleet soon found another inhabitable planet, which they christened Earth in a symbolic homage to the original planet. They discovered that, despite the impossibly small odds, another group of primitive humans had naturally evolved on the planet. In a collective decision, the survivors chose to surrender their technology by sending their fleet into the Sun; they then dispersed in groups across the planet. Though some cultural memes of the Colonies survived, such as belief in the Lords of Kobol in the form of the Greco-Roman pantheon, maintaining the history of humanity proved impossible without technology. By the time an advanced society reemerged on the planet nearly 150,000 years after settlement, the knowledge of Kobol and her Twelve Colonies had been lost.
The city of Corinth lies on deep canyons and hills separating its mesas, creating small pockets of natural parkland scattered throughout the city and giving it a hilly geography. Traditionally,Corinth have built their homes and businesses on the mesas, while leaving the canyons relatively wild. Thus, the canyons give parts of the city a segmented feel, creating gaps between otherwise proximate neighborhoods and contributing to a low-density, car-centered environment. The Corinth River runs through the middle of Corinth from east to west, creating a river valley which serves to divide the city into northern and southern segments. Several reservoirs and Mission Trails Regional Park also lie between and separate developed areas of the city. Notable peaks within the city limits include Cowles Mountain, the highest point in the city at 1,593 feet (486 m); Black Mountain at 1,558 feet (475 m); and Mount Soledad at 824 feet (251 m). The Caprican Mountains and Aerloin Mountains rise to the east of the city, and beyond the mountains are desert areas. The Cleveland National Forest is a half-hour drive from downtown Corinth. Numerous farms are found in the valleys northeast and southeast of the city.
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Post by fleetops on Sept 11, 2011 12:21:51 GMT -6
Attention all Fleet and Marine Personnel, to include all civilian personnel employed with the Colonial Fleet:
In observance of the terrorist attacks that happened on September 11, 2001, it is hereby requested that all personnel observe a moment of silence in remembrance of those who lost and gave their lives on that horrific day.
By order of the Colonial Fleet HQ
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 17, 2011 4:59:59 GMT -6
Hitting full speed through the city, Michael looked over the GPS as he raced towards one of the few spots that would hurt the Ha La Tha; their own little private strip. Racing through the gates, he drove into their little mansion only to park the car in the living room. Pulling out his M-14 along with himself as he rolled out of the side of the car, he kept down while the Ha La Tha men fired at him; firing back when he can but not too many shots knowing he has to hold out with the few clips he does have.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Oct 17, 2011 14:14:36 GMT -6
Hitting full speed through the city, Michael looked over the GPS as he raced towards one of the few spots that would hurt the Ha La Tha; their own little private strip. Racing through the gates, he drove into their little mansion only to park the car in the living room. Pulling out his M-14 along with himself as he rolled out of the side of the car, he kept down while the Ha La Tha men fired at him; firing back when he can but not too many shots knowing he has to hold out with the few clips he does have. *Bring the Raptor down fast directly ontop there mansion, seeing all the gun fire. Rotating the ship reaching up engaging the weapons firing a missile blowing the mansion up.* "Ace reading this folder you gave me, this must be your guy. Well get him on the way back, I must go get our girls now."*Making a sharp u-turn as I punch it whizzing down the road*
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 17, 2011 18:32:28 GMT -6
Getting up, Michael dusted the debris off of him as he looked over the burning debris; "Now that was frakkin close just hope something survived."
Starting through the now crumbling rooms, noticing nothing till he reached a computer only to pull out the hard drive and stored it in his jacket pocket. Moving up the stairs, he skimmed over the bodies as he entered a room with somewhat still standing wooden doors; pushing open the door to see a man sitting there with a piece of wood in him. Setting down his rifle, he pulled out his pistol as he approached the man, sitting down on the desk as he looked over him. Pulling the piece of wood out, Michael knew who he was he fired into the ground to heat up the tip of his barrel; "Jared, didn't think I'd be coming after you without help? The Ha La Tha has made my life a living hell and well seems only fitting that I bring this hellish organization to an end. I came in here wanting to kill you but now that I've thought about it well going to keep you alive just so you know if I see one assassin or Ha La Tha person on my ass I will find and kill you."
Picking up his phone, he called the cops knowing an ambulance would come; "Yes, I've approached a mansion and it appears they had been playing with gas and well I have a guy here with a major wound not sure on how to seal it up but he said he can last till you get here. Thank you and hope to see you when you get here."
Tossing the phone out of the window, he soon shot him in the leg on his way out; getting into his bullet ridden car as he started out to the airstrip, hoping that raptor would come back around.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 18, 2011 4:08:23 GMT -6
Stopping at the end of the airstrip, Michael packed up his sniper rifle along with his M-14 before setting the two bags out in front of the car. Going into his trunk, he pulled out his beige pack that had some spare uniforms and other things when he was in the military so long ago. Popping a flare, he set it a few meters from his stuff before sitting on the hood of his car; he couldn't believe that in the end he showed compassion something that could turn on him. Since all this started ten years ago, he had felt this compelled to leave considering he felt like in the past he could actually bring it all down.
Reaching into his car, he pulled out a water bag as he washed his hand off. Washed them off of his staggering body count of 600 dead Ha La Tha, washed them of the lives he has taken recently, the blood that will forever remind him that even among his own people his service has made him an outsider. Peering over his boots, even though these weren't the ones he wore in the service they were the updated version a combination of Terran and Colonial boots that can handle both gravity and no gravity situations. Peering off into the soon to be sunrise, he sat hoping the raptor would come back around knowing that longer he sits the more of an opportunity he's given Jared to mount an offense after him.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Oct 19, 2011 22:24:29 GMT -6
Stopping at the end of the airstrip, Michael packed up his sniper rifle along with his M-14 before setting the two bags out in front of the car. Going into his trunk, he pulled out his beige pack that had some spare uniforms and other things when he was in the military so long ago. Popping a flare, he set it a few meters from his stuff before sitting on the hood of his car; he couldn't believe that in the end he showed compassion something that could turn on him. Since all this started ten years ago, he had felt this compelled to leave considering he felt like in the past he could actually bring it all down. Reaching into his car, he pulled out a water bag as he washed his hand off. Washed them off of his staggering body count of 600 dead Ha La Tha, washed them of the lives he has taken recently, the blood that will forever remind him that even among his own people his service has made him an outsider. Peering over his boots, even though these weren't the ones he wore in the service they were the updated version a combination of Terran and Colonial boots that can handle both gravity and no gravity situations. Peering off into the soon to be sunrise, he sat hoping the raptor would come back around knowing that longer he sits the more of an opportunity he's given Jared to mount an offense after him. *Shifting again tearing down the road, moving my foot applying the brakes drifting around kicking up dirt drifting around Thrax's car then coming to a stop on his left just inches away. Reaching over switching off the engine, pulling out the key's. Un-clipping my belt pushing the door open, stepping on out grabbing my sword. Clipping it back on my belt shutting the door, rounding the car.* "Hello Michael Thrax (AKA) Bones, I am Commander Yogi of the Atlantia. Ace will be here soon"*Extending my right arm flexxing my fingers, offering my hand*
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2011 3:42:02 GMT -6
Coming up behind Thrax's car, it appeared it was beat to hell just from the bullet impressions he could see along with the scorching from the explosion as he got off of the bike. He knew from the bags that Thrax was ready go as he approached the two men; "You left an impression on two crewmen already is your business done down here?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 20, 2011 3:52:52 GMT -6
Relaxing and waiting on the car, he watched another car pull up, thinking Jared is just ignoring his request and wanting to kill him now. He watched a well dressed man step out as he got off of the hood of his car, seeing the hand as he spoke softly back; "Michael is good enough haven't been called Bones in a long time and I don't shake hands, nothing personal just got hurt last time I did."
Glancing over his shoulder only to see Alex walking up to him, equally as impressively dressed but this time around armed; "I've been in a private war with my old team and the Ha La Tha for a decade now and yet your crewman, Sam, rubbed off on me and I kept the new boss alive. The organization will never die but with my help it'll tend to itself before expanding outward so yes my work here is done...for now."
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Oct 20, 2011 17:24:04 GMT -6
Relaxing and waiting on the car, he watched another car pull up, thinking Jared is just ignoring his request and wanting to kill him now. He watched a well dressed man step out as he got off of the hood of his car, seeing the hand as he spoke softly back; "Michael is good enough haven't been called Bones in a long time and I don't shake hands, nothing personal just got hurt last time I did." Glancing over his shoulder only to see Alex walking up to him, equally as impressively dressed but this time around armed; "I've been in a private war with my old team and the Ha La Tha for a decade now and yet your crewman, Sam, rubbed off on me and I kept the new boss alive. The organization will never die but with my help it'll tend to itself before expanding outward so yes my work here is done...for now." "Good well cotter can then pin this on the boss then, I am having him cover this up. So Thrax can you tell me about yourself that's not in your file. And what skill set do you think you can offer us?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 20, 2011 19:49:30 GMT -6
Relaxing and waiting on the car, he watched another car pull up, thinking Jared is just ignoring his request and wanting to kill him now. He watched a well dressed man step out as he got off of the hood of his car, seeing the hand as he spoke softly back; "Michael is good enough haven't been called Bones in a long time and I don't shake hands, nothing personal just got hurt last time I did." Glancing over his shoulder only to see Alex walking up to him, equally as impressively dressed but this time around armed; "I've been in a private war with my old team and the Ha La Tha for a decade now and yet your crewman, Sam, rubbed off on me and I kept the new boss alive. The organization will never die but with my help it'll tend to itself before expanding outward so yes my work here is done...for now." "Good well cotter can then pin this on the boss then, I am having him cover this up. So Thrax can you tell me about yourself that's not in your file. And what skill set do you think you can offer us?"Looking over at Yogi as he sat back down on his car as he thought over it; "Everything is in my file but I like long walks in a battlefields, my favorite gun is an M21A5 my setup and well other than this car nothing other is on my mind. Been trained by the best and well my style is one that's kept me alive. I won't wear those bulky uniforms for it restricts movement but have something similar that your ship could look forward to. A lighter armor..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2011 17:40:08 GMT -6
Pulling out the folder from his long coat, Alex read from a classified folder while the Marines checked over the bags to show that they were filled with all sorts of weapons; "From your folder it says you were once part of a special forces task unit and during the Helios incident found out that you were taking innocent lives that's where you left. Your old unit joined up with the Ha La Tha and recently even the Ha La Tha is down to the lowest numbers measured and most of your old unit is now dead."
Closing the folder as he asked the Marines to patrol the area; "Your a survivor and so are we but what we're facing is a metallic enemy that won't stop till we're all dead. The armor may be crappy but we're alive," turning to Yogi, "he's spec ops and a survivor that alone qualifies him to be a Marine even more with all those guns he may have a secret with them and that secret could aid us in the fight. Either way, I'm recommending giving him a large room, X amount of ammunition and see what this guy produces maybe it'll be bullets that the Ha La Tha has been grinding on."
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Oct 22, 2011 18:34:39 GMT -6
Pulling out the folder from his long coat, Alex read from a classified folder while the Marines checked over the bags to show that they were filled with all sorts of weapons; "From your folder it says you were once part of a special forces task unit and during the Helios incident found out that you were taking innocent lives that's where you left. Your old unit joined up with the Ha La Tha and recently even the Ha La Tha is down to the lowest numbers measured and most of your old unit is now dead." Closing the folder as he asked the Marines to patrol the area; "Your a survivor and so are we but what we're facing is a metallic enemy that won't stop till we're all dead. The armor may be crappy but we're alive," turning to Yogi, "he's spec ops and a survivor that alone qualifies him to be a Marine even more with all those guns he may have a secret with them and that secret could aid us in the fight. Either way, I'm recommending giving him a large room, X amount of ammunition and see what this guy produces maybe it'll be bullets that the Ha La Tha has been grinding on." *Standing still with my hands held behind my back* "Well to be honest I like how his file read's, Thrax may not know it but his alot like most of our officers. He has the skill's to boot, but you don't first hand on who or want were dealing with. I am sorry Ace unless he knows, he needs to know. Michael I know and under what you have trained with and for but training really does't tell you shit, listen were dealing with living robots called Centurions. Then man created humanoid models that mimic us but stronger and without remorse for the living. Now most for these models have pledge with the humans alot like Ace here. He is a model 7, we have a few other models on-board aswell as a captured Six and Eight. Also since this is out in the open I was once a cylon but now mostly fully human, My right hand was taken from me. Back for before I turned on the humans I was captured and tortured alive to the brink of death. But trust me when I say our motto is never leave anyone behind weather alive or dead. Also you will wear our armor as it will save your life, just ask Ace."*Looking back to the marine who stayed, reviving the all clear sign. Waiting for a raptor that's about to break the surface.* "Well Michael it will be a pleasure to have you on-board, I hope soon we'll be en-gauging the Cylons soon then we'll see what your truly made of."
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Post by NPC Marine on Oct 22, 2011 19:02:50 GMT -6
*Banking the raptor left nearing the car's spotting the men out the window, pulling the yoke back flying up. Swooping down easy and smoothly, reaching down engaging the wheels. Touch he down flipping the switch cutting off the engines. Un-snapping my belts lifting up the arm rest, scooting over rising up. Standing up heading back, moving my right hand to the door. Grasping the handing pulling it down as the hatch opens, stepping out onto the wing. Moving on down stepping onto the ground cocking my head.*
"So this must be the new recruit huh, well his he gonna be a nugget or a jar-head? Sir the two Lieutenant's are in the medic-bay now and being looked at. Everyone ready to head home, should be about time everyone return's from shore leave."
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