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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 10, 2012 19:46:44 GMT -6
Helping Sam into the passenger seat, he set his rifles down into the back seat as the few Terran Spec. Ops they had left loaded up into the vehicles and thus restarting the convoy. Starting up the truck as he got in, he closed the door and flipped on the head lamps as he shifted it into a higher gear to keep up. Whispering to himself, he had always hated trucks considering they were too top heavy compared to the cars he's used to driving. Taking her hand, he peered over at her leg wound as he grinned; "Should be healed by now...the medical agent I put in almost 40 years old but for 90% all wounds takes only a few minutes that's why I was insistent about putting it on first and then the bandage;" noticing it raining hard as he kept up with Rebecca. Whispering to her as he placed their hands on the shifter, "Can't wait to get this over with and get some R&R...get the only scars that don't hurt as much as these toasters," grinning as he finished the last bit. As they finally got out of the hillside and into the capital city, Sam gently squeezed Michael's hand as he shifted into a higher gear. She heard a voice come in through her earpiece, and she looked over at him. "One of my men said they've made it to the President's office. They should be waiting there for us." She cracked the window slightly to get some air, relieved that this would all be over soon and they might all have a chance to take a break. Peace and quiet would be welcomed. She looked at Michael and smiled. "We might both be spending that R&R in a bed if we keep getting shot at." Looking down at his side, she frowned. Sam also wondered if her best friend, Clayton, was still alive and well. She hadn't seen him since all of this started.... Pulling back on to the road Greer and his team joined what was left of the Terran convoy with the truck that had two missing door and a chunk from the bed missing, he saluted the major from the back of the truck. "Good to see some Tauron blood around sir, we are all that's left of the second colonial marine assault force, sorry where late we got shot down just out side the capital 12 raptors where lost, care if we tag along" he looked up into the sky, it was silent, the rest of the raiders must have bugged out. Turning around to look back at Greer and the remainder of his team, Sam offered them a smile as well. "Glad to have you down here with us, Sargeant Greer. You remind me a lot of Colonel Briggs, you know." She winked, knowing he was a young kid that had probably grown up around all this war. Mason surely taught him everything he'd taught her back in the day, if not more. Turning back forward, she let out a sigh as their truck came to a stop at the Government Building. Grinning, he reached down as he pulled out a passport and ID as he came up to the city gates, handing it over to the soldier as the man turned to him; "Colonel Briggs its nice to see you and hope you enjoy your stay in Corinth," handing him back the ID and passport. Turning to Sam and noticing Greer in the back as he placed it in the console, "Its only a copy and I've been banned from going into any major city concerning my old work for Terran Intelligence...I'll give it back to Reaper." Rolling down his window, he squeezed her hand a bit as he whispered to her; "I've had worst before," going through the city streets where he had once met up with his old contacts as he drove up to the massive government building, "Greer setup a perimeter you feel good with while me and Sam well setup our own perimeter...even though Corinth has been safe for a while now, the Cylons might amp up their attack once the President makes a speech or whatever that could change."
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GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marines-SpecOps
Till my last mag
Posts: 171
Registered: Dec 11, 2011 19:26:29 GMT -6
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Post by GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer on May 10, 2012 20:17:19 GMT -6
Greer looked at the pass port, "if we where on the ship i would throw you in jail for that,i was ordered to try and get along with Terran's not take orders from them i dont see a colonial uniform on you thrax" greer looked at the major martin. "Sir ill radio when i have a secure perimeter up" he saluted and walked over to the marine detachment with what was left of his marine unit. they day was almost gone as he looked up at the sky.
"4 clicks spread out, radio the remaining support raptors in the area bring them up to speed" he watched as the 4 platoons dispatched and wondered what was next on the defense of the planet and what the cylons would throw at them next .
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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 11:24:55 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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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 15:23:42 GMT -6
Walking out of the building, Thomas sat down his pack as he only grabbed his M-4 with a few clips while the Air Corps dropped off something for them to use. Tossing his uniform aside as he grabbed his back jacket as he tapped his radio as he lowered the ramp only to grin at the gift inside; "The President wants Sparta secured so Michael let's go...oh and see if Greer wants to come along," slipping on his sunglasses as he stepped into the aircraft. Running over the vehicle inside of it, he set the M-4 down into the back as he started up his preflight checklist with the rotors starting up.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 11, 2012 15:41:37 GMT -6
Stepping out of the truck, Michael too took off his vest as he approached the aircraft, "Does it have parachutes onboard," noticing Thomas ignoring him as he tapped his radio, "after Sparta I'm done. I'm signing out for R&R and hope to see you all back onboard the ship."
Putting that aside, he loaded up his M-4 as he winked over at Sam as he tapped his radio; "Greer, welcome to come along unless your comfortable there," taking a sip from a water bottle before stepping inside the aircraft as he walked over to the Humvee before taking a seat inside. Its been a long time since he's been in one and now that he's back inside its almost like nothing has changed with its thick armor making up the exterior making it a beast extremely hard to put down.
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GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marines-SpecOps
Till my last mag
Posts: 171
Registered: Dec 11, 2011 19:26:29 GMT -6
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Post by GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer on May 11, 2012 16:42:03 GMT -6
Stepping out of the truck, Michael too took off his vest as he approached the aircraft, "Does it have parachutes onboard," noticing Thomas ignoring him as he tapped his radio, "after Sparta I'm done. I'm signing out for R&R and hope to see you all back onboard the ship." Putting that aside, he loaded up his M-4 as he winked over at Sam as he tapped his radio; "Greer, welcome to come along unless your comfortable there," taking a sip from a water bottle before stepping inside the aircraft as he walked over to the Humvee before taking a seat inside. Its been a long time since he's been in one and now that he's back inside its almost like nothing has changed with its thick armor making up the exterior making it a beast extremely hard to put down. Greer pulled a tooth pick from his vest pocket and put it in his mouth then clicked his radio. "my raptors will dust off in 5, to follow you in Greer out" he watched as the support raptors hovered inches from the ground, he looked at Shay. "you care to fly us in i dont think i can trust another pilot not to make me a dirt pie". He smiled and they headed to the raptor he was handed his ruck and joined by the rest of his unit. the crash must have killed his fear of flying because he was not as jumpy as before, he thought to himself "nothing like getting shot down to cure my flight fears". He activated the support raptors rail gun visor it came down and he took control moving it back in forth making sure it worked.
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Post by Lt. Shay "Striker" Jansen on May 11, 2012 17:02:19 GMT -6
Greer pulled a tooth pick from his vest pocket and put it in his mouth then clicked his radio. "my raptors will dust off in 5, to follow you in Greer out" he watched as the support raptors hovered inches from the ground, he looked at Shay. "you care to fly us in i dont think i can trust another pilot not to make me a dirt pie". He smiled and they headed to the raptor he was handed his ruck and joined by the rest of his unit. the crash must have killed his fear of flying because he was not as jumpy as before, he thought to himself "nothing like getting shot down to cure my flight fears". He activated the support raptors rail gun visor it came down and he took control moving it back in forth making sure it worked. Shay laughed as they boarded one of the support raptors. She strapped herself into the pilots seat and began the pre-flight, images of their previous crash still fresh in her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about the other pilot, wondering if the woman perhaps had family somewhere in the Fleet. Deciding to focus on the mission at hand, or what might come after it was all over, she turned to check on Greer and the rest of the men. "Hell, I can't promise we won't get shot down again, to be honest." Grinning widely, Shay winked at him. "Look on the bright side though. There'll be loads of good booze waiting for us when we're done." Another hearty laugh and she turned back, pulling on a headset to communicate with the other Raptors. Once they were given the thumbs up, she lifted the ship from the ground.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 11, 2012 19:20:24 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.
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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 19:44:11 GMT -6
Closing the ramp, he lifted off as he flew over the raptor before shredding the propellers for jet engines as they picked up speed quick. Much like the old raptors before the fall of Caprica, he knew how to fly this not to mention its one of the few secrets it held as they flew out of Corinth and raced their way to Sparta.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 11, 2012 20:04:51 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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GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marines-SpecOps
Till my last mag
Posts: 171
Registered: Dec 11, 2011 19:26:29 GMT -6
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Post by GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer on May 11, 2012 23:11:55 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. he laughed "that much booze huh...well if we do try and land for something soft" he smiled as she lifted off. he clicked his radio "Always sir frosty is my middle name" he only knew a few of Colonel Briggs comrades, and he only spoke of a few when they where at dogs din, sam was one of them, they battles he was in mad this look like a cake walk, he was honored to serve under her command. the support raptor streaked toward the next battle
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on May 14, 2012 21:05:26 GMT -6
Walking out of the building, she went down the alley way till she stopped by a covered car that she had parked there weeks ago. Pulling the cover off of it, she tossed it aside as she took off her jacket before sitting down into the leather seat; pulling her dog tags off and plugged it into the car. Much like Thomas and Michael, she too took advantage of Terran Intelligence but she stayed persistent on a car once every 3 months for her own safety. Cranking it up, she shifted it into gear as she burned rubber to get out of the alley way and onto the street where she continued her high speed ensuring that she was just a distant memory in the end.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 30, 2012 19:07:04 GMT -6
The Raptor that had picked up the Judge and Colonel Dualla climbed steeply out of the city. Radiation alarms sounded and the perspex darkened to black.
"Frak! A nuke!" Clayton swore. "There're two differing factions at work here. One wants to save the planet but kill the humans, and the other wants to sterilize the whole place the standard way. There's some division within the Cylons here, and it may help us survive." He looked at the Dradis.
"Turn to one-seven-seven karen two, max speed. Warm up the FTL." The pilot looked at him incredulously.
"We can't jump inside and atmosphere!" the fresh-faced pilot gawked. Clayton, the seasoned veteran, nodded his head.
"Obviously they don't teach you all the tricks. Colonial pilots have been doing that since Galactica herself jumped into and out of the atmosphere of New Caprica. Sit back, son, and I'll show you how it's done." Clayton slid into the left-hand seat. He had to admit it felt good, and he'd missed it. He closed his eyes for several seconds, just taking in the feels and smells. Opening his eyes, they shone with a new gleam as his fingers danced over the coordinate input of the FTL.
"We're going to jump a thousand clicks away from that blast wave before it passes here," Clayton said matter-of-factly. When the annunciator went off that indicated a fully-spooled FTL, Clayton grasped the key.
"Seats and tray tables in the upright and locked position." He thought he heard the judge snort as he twisted the key.
In a flash of light, followed by a sonic boom produced by the air rushing into the sudden vacuum where the Raptor used to be, the trio missed the blast wave by mere seconds.
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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 Jun 1, 2012 15:17:43 GMT -6
Spread thine across Terra everyone pitches in to help clean and patrolling the streets. Feeling safe that Terra has a good army and fleet. Ships soaring the skies watching from above, the mighty Midlothian with the Terran Destroyer and Terran Fighter's as there escort's fling over the cites and villages one by one.
Terra has turned into one big airshow
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Judge Judith Schwein
Civilian Official
Judge, 1st Terran Circuit Court
I'm a Judge, not a general. Okay, I'm a general too.
Posts: 123
Registered: Nov 30, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Judith Schwein on Jun 11, 2012 10:59:43 GMT -6
"And away we go! Oh my, I need one of those little bags for you to get...."
And with that, Judge Judith proceeded to vomit all over herself, the seat, and the deck. Looking at the Colonel, she looked at her blouse.
"Guess I should've stayed away from that Piconese restaraunt in town."
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