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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 20, 2012 23:53:33 GMT -6
Landing at a private spaceport, Michael started pulling off his gear leaving him in his pants and shirt before grabbing his vest and holsters; picking up his pack from Jack as he turned to him. Loading up his magazine, he noticed no other aircraft as he heard Jack drop down onto ground; "I landed here cause I was picking up a Terran signal yet no troops or anyone else for that matter," slipping on his hat along with his sunglasses before locking up the raider. Walking across the tarmac, he peered over his tactical pad but just as it seemed to go off which was odd considering the power never goes off. Tapping his radio, all he heard was static as he turned to Jack; "I think we're being watched and given our history it might not be so good," pulling the caps off of his scope as he started over to a luggage cart.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 21, 2012 1:34:47 GMT -6
Noticing his electronics going offline, he removed the helmet as well as his pack as he started shedding the armor and stuffing it into the luggage cart, changing into his vest and holsters. Checking over everything, he sprinted across the powerless equipment as he stopped to hear a long and spine tingling laugh as he took a deep breath before continuing before spotting someone dropping from one of the dead civilian transports. Spotting the man, he was shocked considering the Ha La Tha had talked about something like this but never thought they would actually succeed. The EMP was perfect, it made his suit obsolete and even more isolated them here to finish them off not to mention finish the contract that was on both of them. He knew only that his brother had killed more than hundreds of Ha La Tha soldiers but he stole almost billions of credits from them putting him on top of the list. Firing a few shots, he spotted his bullets bouncing off as he took a deep breath; knowing right away that it was going to be a pain.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 21, 2012 2:16:56 GMT -6
Firing rounds over to the Armored man, he heard another sound as he glanced over to see another soldier in almost the same suit. Laced up with ammunition to tear apart a small town, he knew right off that this was his retribution for what he did; the Ha La Tha had both of them trapped. Unclipping his pack, he started sifting through his grenades as he pulled out his flash bangs before pulling the safeties off of them and tossing them. Tossing the two he prepared, covering once more as they went off, getting up as he squeezed the trigger till he ran out of bullets before taking cover once more. Taking a peak, he noticed his vest on fire most likely from the ammunition igniting from the heat. Ejecting his empty magazine, he loaded up a fresh one as he yelled out to the Ha La Tha soldiers; "I think you all weren't paid enough," pausing as he heard the soldiers laughing before whispering to himself, "just when I thought this would be a joy ride."
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 21, 2012 3:23:13 GMT -6
Pulling out his MP7's, he pulled out his frag grenades as he underhanded them before firing off his MP7's into the torso of the man; taking cover as the magazines went dry. Changing over to his M-4 as he took aim at the man, knowing his magazine was filled with tracer rounds, opening fire on soldier as he pierced through the armor and into the man; igniting the man inside the armor. Watching the Ha La Tha soldier trying to wipe off the flames as he burned, dropping onto the ground before dying; picking up his pack as he ran over Michael.
Firing the remaining bullets in the magazine, he set the other man on fire and even more opened a small gap in the armor; ejecting his magazine before loading up another one to kill the poor bastard. Holding his pack, he ran over with his rifle in hand as he put two more rounds into the man; scavenging the corpse for ammunition and any additional weapons.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 21, 2012 4:03:57 GMT -6
Clipping his pack back on, he sent over to the other soldier as he pulled off the extra magazines along with a set of pistols and a set of knives before peeling off the armor as he looked over the tattoos. Closing his eyes, he waved over Jack as he pulled out a small book holding all the tattoos from every Tauron he ran into; "We're being hunted by the Ha La Tha Elite, these guys are the top dogs of the organization shit they were probably the ones calling the shot on Tauron...its going to be a fight that's a promise from them." Attaching the rifle onto the back of his pack, he jogged over to the nearest gate as he climbed inside before assisting Jack as he pulled out a small map; "The Ha La Tha ensured that we couldn't call for help and we're too far from Corinth to get help probably 30 or 40 miles away so we drop the dampening field and anything else that's in our way...drop all the elites if we have to." Sprinting to the gate, he tossed in a few smoke grenades before starting down out of the door; stunned as the front of his rifle was cut in half. Dropping it as he quickly changed over to his pistol as he noticed the man holding a sword as he ran for cover with a trail of bullets behind him; firing a few shots as he leaped behind a counter. Grabbing the rifle on his pack, he attempted to fire back as the Elite soldier opened fire; ripping apart the wooden counter in his quake.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 21, 2012 11:15:22 GMT -6
Waiting till the Elite passed, he opened the door but before he could do anything; he looked to his side as he noticed a blade in his shoulder. Pausing as he turned his head to see another Elite as he started pulling out the blade, knowing that they were going to be hacked into pieces. Opening fire, he began running to a column for cover as he felt blood run down his shoulder but he had to take on the soldier before he could do anything. Flipping the safety off, he opened fire but just as before his bullets bounced off of the armor as he yelled to the guy; "Before we die how much are we worth," hearing the man speak as bullets tore into the column, "4 billion credits, enough to retire off of...isn't that the exact number you stole from us," surprised that the Ha La Tha remembered that much. Ejecting the magazine as he tossed out another frag, firing down range but as he turned to see if he got him, the knife went into his other shoulder as the Elite picked him up. Holding him up next to the column, he heard the man laugh as he reached for his pistol; in total pain as he felt the blade go in deeper. Pulling out his pistol, he grinned to the elite; "I guess it won't be you collecting," putting the pistol to the man's head as he fired a shot into the eye hole followed by another as he fell to the ground; pulling the blade out of his shoulder.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 21, 2012 19:45:40 GMT -6
Firing down at the Elite, he paused as the blade went through the counter only to nick him in the cheek as he cheek; pulling away as blood poured down. Watching as the blade retracted, he unclipped his pack as he got up to meet the Elite face to face as he held his pair of combat knives. As he attempted to thrust the knife into the gut, his blade bent to the side as he looked down at it; "Not exactly what I had planned."
Laughing, the Tauron stabbed him in his left side as he pulled the blade back out before whispering to him; "I'm going to hack you in little pieces and your head will be going to the boss then I'm going to hack up your brother..." stopping in mid sentence as he dropped Michael as he fell to the floor with a knife in his back. Dragging himself over to the counter, he knew it was deep as he pulled over his pack; "Help me up."
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 21, 2012 20:53:03 GMT -6
Extending his hand as he helped his brother up as he felt a bit weaker, opening up a small box as he injected the both of them with adrenaline; "I've got 4 magazines left for the M-4, out in the MP7's and 2 clips for the pistol...the bastards are not going down easy," grinning as he patted Michael's arm, "we're not going down so easy too." Unpacking, he pulled out his grenades and placed them in a messenger bag as well as his spare knives and medical kit before tossing it aside. Helping his brother up as he did the same, he gave them both a shot of morphine to numb the pain and fight off infection. Starting down the open lobby, he took cover as he spotted another Tauron Elite with a pair of prototype machine pistols. Firing into the steel and wooden counter, Jack took one glimpse before ducking back down; "A little bit more armor than the last guy and I doubt he'll be running out of bullets anytime soon," loading up his M-4 as he heard bullets hit the steel.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 21, 2012 23:43:13 GMT -6
Hearing the bullets riddle into the counter as he stuffed his wound with his bandage, thinking over it as he loaded up his rifle; "Okay we get him while he's reloading start with grenades," hearing walking as he slid over his bag to him, "good chances are they come in pairs so you finish this Tauron bastard and I'll finish mine," patting him on the shoulder as he stayed low, passing around the curb to see his adversary waiting for him. He knew by the skulls that this guy loved to kill and was probably pretty good at it but with the tactical pad he must've been a Terran soldier. Taking aim, he fired off his entire magazine as the guy took off his helmet afterwards only to reveal it was a woman, extending a pair of blades as she spoke softly to him; "I promise I won't be too rough." Michael knew since she was former Terran Special Forces that his usual tactics were gone considering she knew the playbook. Thinking over it, he pulled his pistol out as he shot in square in the forehead as she dropped to the ground; "I promise I won't play fair," starting over to her as he pulled the tactical pad off of her body as well as her radio before dragging her body into an empty room.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 22, 2012 1:08:56 GMT -6
Hearing the bullets stop, Jack got up as he emptied the magazine into the guy but only noticing them mushrooming onto the armor but didn't even cut through as the Tauron Elite just flaked it off of him. Surprised, he ducked back down as the bullets rained over him, tossing out his first grenade as his mind raced on how to take the bastard down. Hearing a single gun shot, he knew Michael had finished that Tauron bastard but where could he be; hearing the bullets ending as aimed at the man again as he spotted Michael coming up from behind with a small block of syntax as he fired on the man's chest again. Changing over to his pistol, he waited till Michael ran as he waived down the Tauron; "You might have been a tough bastard but the tables have turned." Taking cover, the man exploded as chunks of the armor and him went everywhere with an aftershock that destroyed every window in the complex. Getting up, he grabbed his bag as he jumped over the counter before picking up the pair of pistols that the Elite was holding; "This is a prototype sub machine gun pistol, I saw it once before but the project was scrapped; how in the hell did he get it?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 22, 2012 1:36:39 GMT -6
Pulling out the tactical pad from his vest, he noticed a little invoice as he pulled it up; "Ha La Tha apparently never pulled out the contract on us instead it was an outside source," pausing as he pulled it up and his heart skipped a beat, "a Seven issued the contract, Alex. He wanted me dead to prevent me from coming to her...I think its time to make a truce with the Ha La Tha."
Tapping his radio, Michael held onto his rifle as he broadcasted on all the Ha La Tha channels; "I think its time we bury the hatchet, your contract, the one that is heavy on our heads is one made by a Cylon who will kill a Tauron for information. Terran Intelligence won't touch you, I won't hunt you and I'll even accept Tauron tradition but I ask for your help in getting vengeance on this Cylon," flipping off the radio as the both of them stood back to back in the main lobby wondering if the Ha La Tha would accept the terms.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 22, 2012 11:23:37 GMT -6
Checking over his rifle, he could hear foot steps as he spotted one of the Elites on the top level armed with a shotgun and sword; knowing if they went hand to hand then it would be trouble. Noticing 4 elites, only 4 dropping down as they kept their weapons pointed at them till he noticed Michael setting down his rifle before he followed suit; "We're both asking for help, I can't do this alone and neither can he but what we ask is dangerous considering we will be boarding a Cylon ship to save one person he cares about."
Spotting one of the soldiers setting down his armor in a bag, he knew right off the bat that either they want a fair fight or they agreed as he turned to Michael; "So what's next?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 22, 2012 11:46:56 GMT -6
Spotting a bag with what he could see as armor as well, he started to unzip his vest as he spoke softly as one of the Tauron soldiers approached him; "Terran, we'll hold you to your word but we won't be assisting considering we're giving you the tools to succeed," patting him on his arm as the other Tauron Elite soldiers left, knowing that they were right but this was going to be hard. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out 2 syringes filled with nanos as he handed one over to Jack; "Look don't like taking this but it'll help to put us at the top of our game," injecting it into his blood stream. Setting down his vest and holsters, he picked up the armor as he started slipping it on followed by his tactical gear as he looked over it all; "After all of this, I'm surrendering my suit and your surrendering ours or I'll have Cotter and his men force you to take it off."
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 22, 2012 12:08:21 GMT -6
Slipping on his suit, he picked up his tactical pad as he brought up the location he had his private stash; "I've been stashing away some rifles that stolen from Terran Intelligence a long time ago, I've found a way to create a bullet holding nitroglycerin its pretty effective but they've been building ammo for us to trade its time we use it;" slipping on his helmet as he connected his tactical pad to his suit as the electronics coming online before picking up his gear.
Walking back out, Jack knew he had to be at the top of his game considering no one has ever done this before; enter a Basestar only to rescue a single person who may or may not be alive.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 22, 2012 15:57:10 GMT -6
Activating the electronics on the suit, he picked up his pack as he noticed a Tauron coming up to him as he painted a tattoo on his chest as he whispered to him; "Ακούστε προσεκτικά, ακόμα μας χρωστάτε ένα χρέος αίματος και μια μέρα θα έρθει πίσω ζητώντας να το κρατήσει έτσι φρουρά σας επάνω, επειδή είμαστε ακόμη μακριά από," watching as the man left as he took a deep breath knowing that Alexander still set in motion something that would one day try and kill him. Walking out with his gear, he walked past Jack as he opened the canopy noticing something popping out of the console; "Look at this," waiving the little tablet before sliding it into his tactical pad, "remote flying so we can move the raider while we're in the Basestar just need a big distraction."
Sitting down in the raider as he strapped in before turning to Jack, "We stick together even on the Basestar but keep your attitude in check."
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