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Post by CylonOps on Feb 22, 2012 20:15:09 GMT -6
Sitting on a park bench, blending in with the other people milling about, sat one of the new Cylon humanoids. Beneath him, a briefcase, one of hundreds of such briefcases on this planet. The lone figure sat there, looking around. He was amazed at the beauty of the planet and he wondered why things had to be the way they were. Motionless, he stared straight ahead, as if a switch had been turned on. Within seconds, a beeping sound came from the briefcase and he looked down towards it. The last thing to go through his head, other than a chunk of the park bench, was there had to be some way to stop all of this.......
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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 Feb 23, 2012 0:21:32 GMT -6
*Sitting in cock pit going over plans when the dradis picks up multiple bombs traces and signals. Moving to the ladder stepping to the rut's, looking over to my men* "Ok men this is what were trained for, we picked up multiple traces through out the city. On you right wrist's are small radar's in real time, we have soldiers all over the city. Our number one duty is to keep the public safe, once there safe move in to asset the and act. Watch the civies body language we have Cylon that look like us, think skin walkers from you horror movies. They have a tell find it and take them out, use your bomb know how. Ok major's time to fly and join your platoons and squad's"*Moving to my Vulture reaching out for the Handle bars, picking up my left leg kicking it over the seat. Sitting down placing my feet down in the foot welds, reaching back with both hands grasping belt. Pulling them down over my shoulder to my waist, clipping in the 5 points reaching forward pushing the button twin ion thrusters cycle up. The vents rotate as the Ion field generates lifting the bike up off the ships haul. Twisting the handles releasing the brakes, the Vulture flies out the bay arching down into the air. Twisting my right hand revving the engines soaring right then left, looking over watching my men jumping out. Kicking in the thrusters running through the sky, look down to my radar watching the nearest blinking dot. Diving down cutting faster through the air, reaching back taking out my M-19 Falcon pulling over my shoulder line it up looking down the scope. Zooming in to a park bench looking down checking the radar, looking back up seeing a briefcase. Noticing a man but oddly he looks calm and cool as everyone is cleared out for a bomb threat. Shifting the rifle down to his hand's to spot a blinking light. 2 sec's later squeezing the trigger mid beat as the firing pin's striking the caps. The bullet's them spin down the barrel expelling out, whizzing down range. Taking the rifle placing it down in the hostler as it locks in, reaching over to the handle bars with a twist soaring right flying down in big ring's to the ground. Guiding 6" inches from the road drifting around coming to a stop, reaching down squeezing the belt clip as the belt retract. Watching my men touch down twisting the throttle flying over to them* "Ok men we have a case over to the dead bomber on that park bench. The civies are safe back behind the barrier."
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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 Feb 23, 2012 1:09:45 GMT -6
"Yes sir" *Moving in dressed in a bomb proof suit, 10 feet in starting to creep. Closing in kneeing down taking a small mirror running it across the bottom seeing it's clear. Reaching back grasping a nitrous sticking the tube into the case opening proceeding to freeze it. Once frozen taking out cutter cutting the wire, standing back up. Taking the bag walking it over to the bomb truck being driven over. Reaching for the hatch un-locking it, pulling it open placing the bag inside shutting the hatch. Walking over to the side hitting a button as a control explosion ignites blowing up the bag safely.* "Sir the bomb is defused this area is safe."
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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 Feb 23, 2012 1:33:13 GMT -6
*Sitting on my cycle reaching for the com's breaking in over the chatter*
"Calling all Colonial's this is General Cotter of the Terran Defense Force I am receiving reports of briefcases scattered around Corinth city they all may contain bombs. Take caution when entering the city, we have defused one bomb. My bomb tech tells me you alter your dradis to detect the remote signal arming the devices. Cotter out"
*Revving the Ion engine opening the throttle flying down the road. Hanging a right the left stopping by checking in on my men.*
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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 Feb 25, 2012 20:46:40 GMT -6
As Ensign Caitlin Bosphera, Terran Defense Forces
Flying in her Terran version of the Viper (known as the Python), Ensign Bosphera makes a routine call to whoever may be listening.
"This is Terran flight 266, flying the CAP over Corinth, all is clear southern sector of the city, over."
She was glad there was no enemy activity but she was smart enough to know that wouldn't last too much longer.
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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 Feb 26, 2012 18:01:35 GMT -6
*Hearing a massive explosion in the direction my men was heading to. Reaching up to my throat mic pressing the PITT*
"Squad 6 come in, I repeat come in is everyone safe!"
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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 Feb 28, 2012 20:57:24 GMT -6
*Patrolling around the city disarming 11 bombs so far and arresting 10 people involved. Receiving word that we may have to declare marshal law if necessary. No leads on the bombs yet holding the prisoner's for now.*
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Post by CylonOps on Mar 9, 2012 21:08:45 GMT -6
Swooping in low over the city, three heavy raiders make their approach towards the government center and the shopping malls nearby. Fast behind them are a dozen Terran and Colonial fighters, their tracer rounds streaking past the raiders. In perfect unison, the trio unleashes their missiles and bomb loads, dropping them on the unsuspecting humans below, creating a scene of carnage not seen since the destruction of the Colonies....
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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 Mar 9, 2012 21:23:58 GMT -6
Coming in behind the enemy craft, the flight of Terran fighter planes, Pythons, formed up in a row of seven and began firing their cannons, tearing into the Cylon craft. Unfortunately, the Cylons were able to launch their ordnance before the Terrans could get into position. Screaming into her comm piece, a Terran Ensign came over the frequency.
"By all that's holy, you mother frakkers will pay for this!"
The Terran Pythons took out the three heavy raiders, sending the pieces to the planets surface just meters below. Still, there was no satisfaction since the city was now in flames, buildings destroyed and bodies littering the once clean streets.
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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 Mar 11, 2012 21:14:07 GMT -6
Coming in behind the enemy craft, the flight of Terran fighter planes, Pythons, formed up in a row of seven and began firing their cannons, tearing into the Cylon craft. Unfortunately, the Cylons were able to launch their ordnance before the Terrans could get into position. Screaming into her comm piece, a Terran Ensign came over the frequency. "By all that's holy, you mother frakkers will pay for this!" The Terran Pythons took out the three heavy raiders, sending the pieces to the planets surface just meters below. Still, there was no satisfaction since the city was now in flames, buildings destroyed and bodies littering the once clean streets. *Cocking my head up to the sky watching in horror as it rain's ship pieces, looking down watching everyone run in a panic. Reaching up to my throat mic pressing the PITT.* "Attention men move the civi's inside now, move it move it NOW. Sound the alarms, I am declaring marshal Law."*Twisting the throttle flying off down main street dodging debris, moving around watching the streets quickly empty. But still some bodies remain, revving the throttle kicking the Ion engines into hight gear blowing dirt and dust around. Speeding down the streets, pulling right on the handle bars. Flying up into a building cutting the engines.* "Get me the Atlantia on the subspace radio on this freq. send this message. Yogi my old friend I understand you had your reason's. Terra is being attacked we have lost 300 civilian's, thanks to you warning we were prepared. Corinth was just hit from space debris from space so a huge battle must be taking place. The city is on fire and some building were damaged, we have not seen your men yet but there working there way to the city. I hope you can come and help out, hope to see you soon. General Cotter"
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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 Mar 17, 2012 4:22:45 GMT -6
The Terran's move in with there long range tanks, cover the streets. Aiming into the sky taking aim as they shoot down any Cylon Raider that dare flood the Terran sky.
General Cotter runs about commanding his troops to the defend the civilians with there lives. Raider debris rain down the sky as if it was 4th of July, working together with the Colonial's they shall push the Cylons back into hiding like the rats they are.
The sky lights up with fire in the sky insuring the men they have won and come come out of hiding. Known to be a outcast from the Colonial's to the Cylon's the Traitor Seven (Ace) finds himself homeless with not even a toaster to serve him.
With marshal Law been declare the Terran's can take back there homes and rebuild. For it hadn't been brothers at arm's and the quick thinking of a noble Solider from Virgon the evil would be amest.
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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 Mar 28, 2012 3:50:17 GMT -6
Terra has been fighting back with the help of the Defense Forces. With most the city in rumble the fighting has nearly stopped. The Mayor is safe with General Cotter who has recent been promoted from Lieutenant General to General of the Army on Terra. The Army defends the city as the people or free to return to there homes, some of the Colonial's have made it to the city. Working together restoring Corinth as other start head out of the city. Slowly Terra is gaining the upper hand and is taking back there planet. Soon a bounty will be broadcasted throughout Terra for the Death of the Seven known as Ace, a reward upwards of 5 million cubit's is to be placed. The Terran force now divided as they head into the Hills with a kill order.
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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 Mar 29, 2012 21:09:19 GMT -6
As he sat in the back of the APC, Clayton thought about who he could speak to. He needed to get in touch with Terra's hightest leaders. He didn't want to go through channels, up the ladder. He needed to speak to the top officials NOW. To go through normal protocols would take too long. He had to share his experiences and his theory. It would be encouraging to tell them that Terra was not about to be nuked, but the alternative was in its own way as frightening a prospect. He reached out and grabbed the arm of one of the crewmen. He didn't want to say too much and spread more alarm than was already present, but he had to get to the top immediately. "I need to speak to the leaders. I've got some important information I have to share, and it can't wait." The soldier looked at him. "Colonel Dualla, with all due respect, we have a chain of command. I'll let the squad commander know." Clayton looked at his name tag. He curled his last three fingers like a fist and put his thumb and index finger together, which he pointed. "Okay, Merrins, you do that, but when the Cylons are crawling all over this planet, I'll make it a point to tell let the government know that it was you who held back the information that might have saved them!" Clayton was in no mood to play games, so he became for a moment the Colonial Colonel again, speaking to a subordinate. *Sitting up front on the look at then suddenly I here a commotion in the back. Looking back watching Dualla yell at my man, reaching over to Keira. Placing my right hand on her shoulder, leaning over standing up. Moving into the back behind Merrins placing my hand on his shoulder as he then looks over. Moving over to Dualla as I sit down next to him, looking at him.* "Colonel I didn't appreciate you yelling at my men. I don't know how you handle your men on the Atlantia but we do it different down here. Now if you have something to tell me go ahead, ETA 2 centon's."
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
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Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Mar 30, 2012 3:42:34 GMT -6
An eyebrow quirked on the bald head of the retired Colonial officer:
"My apologies for the brusqueness, General, you do have to take care of your people. You know as well as I do that there are times when you have to stir the pot to get things done. That said, I've got a good idea as to why we haven't been nuked out of existence. I've encountered it before. I need to speak to the leaders of the planet, pronto."
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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 Mar 30, 2012 5:13:07 GMT -6
"It's ok I understand, I have learned though a soldier becomes better when you show them kindness and respect. There no need for yelling were all in the same boat here. Would you telling me your idea first, seeing my troops are on the front line. I'll arrange for a ship for you with direction's to The Grand Council. Clayton make sure you wear your badge please, were under marshal law until this matter is over."
*The APC then stop's as the door fold's down. Leaning forward as I stand, heading on out. Walking down the ramp onto the gym floor headed over to the command post.*
"Clayton we have all maps over there next to the radio if you need to make a call. The locker rooms are to your left just becarful about the weapon's crates. We can have a small ship to you in 5 centon's, I am still curios as to what your theory is."
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