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 17:23:20 GMT -6
Climbing in as well, he strapped in as he handed over the coordinates to the private landing platform he bought half a decade ago before turning to Michael; "We'll get her back brother you just hold onto her and don't let go," pausing as he thought back to Rebecca as the raider lifted off of the tarmac, "my stash isn't too far but just stay calm all those billions I stole from the Ha La Tha I sorta invested in self protection."
Knowing Michael was giving him an odd look, he sat back as he sifted through his tactical pad for his password as they headed for Corinth.
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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 Jul 22, 2012 17:40:29 GMT -6
On Atlantia/ Terra*Heading on down the hangerbay over to my ship* *Walking to the cargo hold, un-locking it as the hatch opens. Turning around head back with a cart grasping ammo can of thermite Carbolite/Diamond tipped HEIAP rounds. Pushing the cart over to the cargo hold loading them into the feeding tray. Reaching down with my left hand to my right hand, flexing my hand as I brush the right silver enameled disc as it spirals open into the cuff. The Nanites then crawl out over my skin, reaching down to the cart. Grabbing my two SIW7 guns as I Kris cross my arm's holstering them. Grabbing two custom Colonial pistol's placing them in Kris cross stomach holster's.* *Closing the ammo cargo hold, turning back taking a AS-24 Devastator with 40mm Thermobaric rounds. Loading the gun into the main cargo hold with a quad rocket launcher. Tossing in two pair's of 9mm Finger gun's with 5 box's of ammo.* *Closing the hold twisting the lock pushing the handle in, round the stair case climbing up into the cockpit. Cycling up the engine's, sliding forward sealing the canopy. Hitting the thrusters flying down the runway out the ship heading down to Terra. Pulling up the map on screen, scanning Corinth city with a dead end then extending the scan to find a dead zone. Thinking that it seems fishy must be Ha La Tha's new airport, reaching down narrowing the Ion thrusters diving straight in the dead zone. The Dradis now works and picking up heavy armed men in bulky suits. Pulling up the targeting as the AI calculates the thrust needed to maximize the damage. Looking down the targeting scope, squeezing trigger at the right moment as a single round slices through the air down to Terra's surface impacting on the solider outside. Pulling up on the yoke leveling off watch the shell dent the armor harder as the round cracks. The thermite ignites and melt's the armor with eerie screams are heard for a few micron's. Slowly busting through the door's saw Michael and Jack, hitting the right stabilizer's moving left. Un-loading the Gatling gun with .950 JDJ round's into the armored men driving them back with massive dent's clanking away. The canopy slides open as I reach back for the Devastator leaping out onto the lobby floor. Walking over to Michael taking aim back to the armored men getting pumabled shucking the handle firing 40mm grenades one after anther.*
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 22, 2012 18:36:53 GMT -6
Tapping his radio, he sent the coordinates ahead as he pulled up his Basestar blueprints; "Admiral, we're in the Northeast quadrant of Corinth you'll see an empty pad; hope you can make it here soon we've got a plan to get Sam back."
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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 Jul 22, 2012 19:37:11 GMT -6
*Hearing engines notice a ship leaving wondering if Michael left. Running back to the blackbird as more elite force then come after me. Cocking my head left and right un-load anther Devastator mag into them slowing them down as I get into the cockpit. The canopy slides forward and seals, cycling up the engines, pulling back the controls taking off. Rotating the ship around and back, twisting around into the air fairing off so missiles leveling the place and killing the men. *Pulling up the map scanning for the vapor trail, punching the thrusters taking off*
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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 Aug 9, 2012 21:53:21 GMT -6
Driving out to the airport, he drove into the airport as he got out to walk over to the tower as he received a call from Alex from the Predator. Pulling the sheet of paper off of the printer, he was a bit puzzled on the new orders even more including two of his Centurions; which made no sense to him but orders are orders. Calling over two of his Centurions, he put them both of shutdown timers as he put them into steel crates with tactical pads on top of them for reactivation. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out black zip ties as he sent a message to the Terran Marines before confining his own hands hoping that they would put him on the Atlantia's brig for a change. Leaning against the building, his Centurions would figure out when to break him out and even more how considering how smart they were.
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Post by NPC Marine on Aug 9, 2012 22:08:43 GMT -6
Flying in on a twin propeller helicopter as raptors came in behind them as they hovered over the airport while other Marines picked up the crates to notice the new Centurions that they had only glimpses of. Carrying the Seven away, they wondered why the Seven had gave up but knew there was only one place that this Seven belong and would be useful; onboard the Atlantia.
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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 Aug 10, 2012 1:01:26 GMT -6
Approaching the airport by humvee, Captain Smith walked out with the new Terran Special Forces as he flashed his ID over the Marines as the soldiers surround the Seven. Ordering a raptor to remain, he pulled out spare hand cuffs along with zip ties as he secured the prisoner as his soldiers began carrying the Centurions into the raptor. Slinging their rifles, the SF's moved along both sides of the Seven as they carried him into the raptor with the Captain right behind them knowing that this capture would push forward the new SF program. Lifting off the ground as the team of SF's surrounded the Seven with the crates in the middle.
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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 6:50:23 GMT -6
Approaching the airport, Tom spotted the raptors as he turned to Jack; "Get on the Atlantia, I've got orders to head to Sparta oh and Cotter, we leave Corinth in your hands as well as any other city; the General managed to bring an end to the coup," slinging his rifle as he headed over to his raptor knowing his mission would be relatively harder; stepping onto the raptor as it took off and headed to the Sparta battlefield.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 8:59:19 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 21:51:55 GMT -6
Ordering the gunships to land with the shuttles, Ramsey knew from Michael's initial report that this place would have tons of fuel and was at least off the maps which was perfect; ordering everyone to land and pull themselves back together before moving on to Phase 2. Hearing of the successful rescue of the SF's from Alpheus, the General knew that Tom and Victor could pull off maybe one more mission that could save a lot of lives both SF and hopefully Marine though there would have to be payback for the lives already lost. That though would have to be later on, in the future but for now, it had to be simply attack or be attacked. Climbing off the raptor, he stepped onto the solid pavement with his officers close by including Samuel who has proven to be one hell of a fighter though he knows it could be personal since they are fighting the effects of David Winters.
Spotting more gunships and a few raptors, he knew it was Tom and wanted to confront him before the man got too far, after all they all were on a time table and one of which could depend on Tom's next assignment.
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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 Jul 17, 2014 20:45:03 GMT -6
Landing on the near abandoned airstrip, Tom noticed both the SF forces and the Nomads forces who apparently were amongst the first attacked and now working on the retaliation. Opening the hatch, Tom stepped out of the raptor and allowed Allison to pass beyond him before turning to the General; "The Marines are quite deadly though we can only assume that a small number are Terran meaning we may be fighting Colonials," pausing as Victor approached with his P-90 in hand, "we need to end this conflict before we lose more soldiers to the Marines."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 21:16:13 GMT -6
Nodding to Tom, he knew the man was right yet at the same time he had a mission that would be tailored for Michael yet he had Tom and Victor instead; "Most of the Marines are loyal to Winters thus we need to change their loyalties to Tim once more so get back to the Atlantia, dress nice and head to Terran One to talk to the President," pausing as he let a few pilots walk by, "we're going to march on Corinth. Its the last play we have and if things head south then the Division might die the same place its defended for so long...no pressure I hope on you two," patting Tom on the shoulder as he signaled the raptor pilot to start his engines once more, "I'll give you 12 hours then we'll march and if things head south we'll be sure to wipe out the Marine Corps before they wipe us out, good luck."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 18, 2014 21:28:56 GMT -6
Shaking hands with the General, he understood the importance of the mission and remembered some of the diplomacy training though Ben was a tough man to talk to considering Michael's own foot notes on the man were quite brief. Keeping his P-90 in hand, he took off his pack and started back to the raptor, knowing right away they were going to be in dress uniforms to talk to the President so they don't seem so hostile. By Michael's notes alone, he can extrapolate that having Ben as President would not just add stability but keep what has happened from happening though that was pre-Cylon Homeworld invasion. Following the successful invasion, Ben seemed to drop off the map and here they were going to talk to someone who utterly hated the SFD for what they were; a military force that didn't act like the Marines but highly trusted to the Terrans who had been fighting private wars when everyone else believed that there was peace.
Waiting for Tom to enter the raptor before closing the hatch, he knew the man spoke a little to the General before coming on board though even he was unsure of what they could be talking about. Feeling the raptor take off, he turned to Tom as he crossed his arms; "We need to talk to the Admiralty first. I know I'm out of line but the man can't be kept in the dark on what is happening especially considering we're using his ship to operate off of and not our own."
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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 Jul 19, 2014 21:18:37 GMT -6
Speaking to the General briefly about the Armories and possible militias that they could raise prior to marching on Corinth, he too headed to the raptor only to hear what Victor was telling him concerning the Admiralty. He personally never liked including Colonials into their plans but in this instance it needed to be done, also maybe reassure the Admiral that there was no other motives by the Division concerning his wife who may be fearing the worst. Taking a seat beside Victor, he turned to the kid as he pointed his rifle down onto the ground in the standard position; "Alright we'll inform the Admiralty of the situation but hopefully he won't act against us after all the future of Terra rides on this mission."
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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, 2014 22:27:49 GMT -6
Landing with his Nomads in several gunships, they were amongst the last of SF's to fly in and were one of the few that has been fighting with nearly no resources which was amazing since they lost only five Nomads. Dressed still in his desert fatigues and now completely armed up thanks to the gunships, he stepped off as it landed; carrying his new modified M-4, ordering his Nomads to stay close by since he knew what General Harperson had planned. A simple march is bold but without support up above then its just a bold statement without some boldness which his Nomads could pull off by getting to Corinth first to secure the city. Ordering his men to change out their assault rifles for missile launchers and sniper rifles considering they would be on top of buildings covering both the ground force and also protecting their ships in the air from any pilot who got a bit too close.
Opening a crate, Jack loaded back up on the essentials before grabbing both his bolt action sniper rifle and a crate containing his missile launcher and the few missiles that came with it. Loading everything up onto the gunships, he didn't bother checking in considering he too was a General and one that, for now, was ensuring the success of this operation; jumping back onboard his now fueled up gunship as the squadron took off once more.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 23, 2014 18:17:29 GMT -6
Rolling in with the tanks initially to secure the airport, he kinda missed his old team and knew maybe once everything is said and done then maybe he can be part of a team once more. He's always considered himself a lone wolf and yet being in a team has helped him home in his skills. Much like many SF's, lone wolfs rarely survive without teams thus in some way they either pair up with other lone wolfs or new teams which are constantly formed. Still in his desert fatigues, he changed out his desert mesh gear for black gear which was a little more traditional yet even fully equipped he hated just sitting around while the Nomads moved ahead; he was left just walking the runway wandering if anyone else from his former team got roped in as well by the SFD.
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