Commander Frank Admiral
Colonial Officer
BSG-77 Acheron Commanding Officer
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Registered: Nov 11, 2010 22:54:07 GMT -6
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Post by Commander Frank Admiral on Mar 22, 2014 13:44:22 GMT -6
As we enter the island i tell one of the pilots to check any enemy contact and if we could find any of out men that landed with the governor a couple days ago
Pilot " roger that sir "
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 15:32:25 GMT -6
Holding onto the leather brace inside his raptor, he had dispatched fifteen raptors for a single job one of which they had been issued with which was to keep the peace at all costs even stand in the middle of the battle. All he figured that Terra would be at peace when he got home but that was him dreaming, Terra would truly know peace without her SF Division to enforce said peace. Ordering the pilot to land in the capital, the raptors stayed low closely hugging the landscape as more intelligence flowed in that the Ha'La Tha may be funding this little rebellion to get footing with politics. Getting the final warning from the pilots, Ramsey turned to Samuel and even Evvana who wasn't regular military while holding onto his signature M4; "Rules of Engagement apply here, don't fire unless fired upon and even then use non lethal force. We're here as peacekeepers not to start another damn Terran War."
Listening carefully to the pilots, the hatches opened and soon enough the worn down SF's stormed out and landed onto the city streets with not just their M4's in hand but tasers on their hips just to be safe. Landing beside Samuel, Ramsey kept his face uncovered to show that it was truly them and not some Marine force pretending to be them just to keep the locals at ease.
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Post by Vice-President Richard Starkey on Mar 23, 2014 1:08:07 GMT -6
David stepped out of the vehicle carrying himself as well as the Terran operatives, Johanssen and Sinclair. Looking around, he noticed all the uniformed and non-uniformed personnel standing around. Turning to Marla, he remarked wryly.
"Gee, all this for me. Before you do whatever it is you're going to do Ms. Johanssen, I want to eat dinner and take a nice hot bath. If that's not too much to ask."
"Of course Governor. The soonest we can get you out of here is in the morning. Oh, and the Terran Frigate Modesto is now in orbit above the islands."
David saw this entire circus coming apart at the seams and it wasn't going to bode well for most people on the planet. He searched his brain for any possibility of turning this situation around, and to his advantage. If he could get word to his military commanders not only on Corinth but Sparta as well, he could possibly take control of the government installations on both continents. Of course, he had been informed by one of his aides that the territorial guard on Sparta had massed several thousand troops at the Gondawan frontier, supposedly in response to a cylon attack from within Gondawa.
Do the Nationalisst really think people are that stupid? The cylons may have managed to land several assault teams in Gondawa but both the Gondawan defense forces and Colonial Marines had sent out search and destroy teams and had already located those enemy personnel. David shook his head and laughed as they walked up the steps and into the hotel. Some day, he would be able to look back on all of this and laugh his ass off. Unfortunately, this was not the day.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
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Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Mar 23, 2014 1:14:40 GMT -6
Marla kept her eyes on the buildings around the hotel. Any window could have a sniper behind it. Walking up the steps behind the Governor, she gave one last look around before going inside. Once inside, she stepped up next to the Governor, keeping pace with the man.
"You can slow down now Governor, we're inside now, it's no longer a race."
Bypassing the Front Desk, she motioned to the elevator. Stepping inside with the Governor and his aides, Marla looked towards the front entrance to the hotel, just in time to see Justices Schwein and O'Toole enter the hotel. Marla could not resist the urge to rankle the ire of Justice Schwein. Just as the elevator doors started to close and their eyes locked upon one another, Marla raised her right hand and gave Justice Schwein a glorious flip of her middle finger, smiling as the doors closed and they ascended to the second floor.
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James Sirius Zachary Drexl
Civilian Official
Director, Terran R&D
Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos
Posts: 97
Registered: Oct 9, 2012 18:40:26 GMT -6
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Post by James Sirius Zachary Drexl on Mar 23, 2014 9:14:14 GMT -6
James slowly exited his vehicle. He wanted to see who else was arriving, what obstacles and opportunities were presenting themselves. Schwein and Dualla had entered the hotel as had a group from a second string of vehicles. They had arrived from the opposite direction, how quaint. When those vehicles had emptied, he saw Governor Winters surrounded by his lackeys. Gods, Winters looked old. James didn't take it to mean that that the so-called Governor had become a senile old fool. Old fool, he'd always been. Senile, hardly. Winters and Schwein were the biggest nuisances to James here. Crane could take care of the Drex Star. That's what James paid him for, and if he failed, there was in infinite choice of airlocks to shoot him out of.
He lagged behind, favoring his metal foot with an exaggeration of his normal limp. He watched Schwein enter and elevator while Winters and his part went to one across the lobby. A dark-haired woman looked at Schwein and flipped her off. Juvenile. James would watch her for any other immature actions. That could jeopardize the flow of things, and she might have to be removed if she becomes too much of a problem.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Mar 23, 2014 21:27:01 GMT -6
Nodding to the General, the man was tired and he didn't hide it with his continuous yawns but soon sucked it up as they landed on the ground with his mask tucked into his vest to not just show he was human but also it was a bit humid to wear. Reaching into his lower holster to pull out his taser rounds to replace his more lethal rounds, tucking his other bullets into his vest before clipping the rifle to his vest as he grabbed his taser like so many other SF's. Watching the government officials enter the hotel, wondering if his old man would be getting a bullet in the back or a pat on the shoulder either way he could care less for the fact he hadn't talked with his old man for years.
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Major Mark Landau
Colonial Officer
Duty Officer, Fleet HQ
I'm not dead, just dying from boredom
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Registered: Jan 19, 2013 0:32:21 GMT -6
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Post by Major Mark Landau on Mar 25, 2014 18:16:18 GMT -6
As we enter the island i tell one of the pilots to check any enemy contact and if we could find any of out men that landed with the governor a couple days ago Pilot " roger that sir " "Commander, we have made contact with Colonial Marines in your area. They are attempting to make contact with the Governor and those with him. We will keep you posted as we find more out, Acheron out."
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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 Mar 26, 2014 19:33:13 GMT -6
There were several large-screen wireless televisions, and the myriad of banal programs were simultaneously pre-empted by a pair of correspondents. The telejournalists quickly introduces someone that Clayton had briefly met, General Yolander. He listened to her speech, knowing what it was designed for. He'd heard enough from his Commanders and superior officers, and while he himself was in the Colonial Government. It was designed to satisfy the hunger for assurance, to quell the minds prone to rumor and supposition. He had had enough experience to know that the opposite was true. He also knew it was worse not to give them something to gossip about because they would make up more outrageous things than they would be told. Their minds were being redirected down a path that was less dangerous.
Nobody there knew that any true information was being shared. It was all entertainment. Being an entertainer himself, he understood the value of a good performance. Yolander did an acceptable job. He looked sidelong at Judith, aware that she knew probably better than anybody in the room the truth.
Clayton also noticed no mention of the Drex Star. With a small moon having landed on the surface of Terra and then taking off, he would have expected her to at least tod the viewers that it was 'ours'. Did she not think so? Silence was a tricky sword. It could either come across as show of arrogance, not deigning the acknowledge the great space station, or absolute ignorance of a great and glaring fact, or the slickest and trickiest form of plausible deniability to pull off. It appeared that she did, indeed, pull off the third alternative. Kudos to her for that.
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James Sirius Zachary Drexl
Civilian Official
Director, Terran R&D
Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos
Posts: 97
Registered: Oct 9, 2012 18:40:26 GMT -6
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Post by James Sirius Zachary Drexl on Apr 1, 2014 21:10:16 GMT -6
James had gotten out of the car and had carefully scanned the scene. He was watching for Winters, and wondered if the old man would be ticked off that his 'invitation' had been snubbed. It wasn't James's time to meet him at that point, and he knew that Winters wanted to capture him and use him as a hostage to take over the Drex Star. There was no way that James was going to give that battlestation up. He'd worked too hard, planned to much, eliminated too many rivals, to let it be wrested from his grasp. Though Schwein had given him free rein with it, there were others who'd resented mommy's giving the new kid on the block the best toys. What would Baltar think of me now? That pusillanimous pipsqueak would stand in awe, something Baltar's own cock-sureness wouldn't normally allow. A soft whisper of a jet engine caught James' ear, and he turned to watch the lone Dart fighter pass over. That was the indigenous Terran design that he built on for the tri-lobed Drexl space fighter and the Tylinium-class transpot. He shook his head at the technology. Roughly equivalent to a Mk II Viper, it was barely able to escape atmosphere.
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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 Apr 2, 2014 17:48:02 GMT -6
Hearing a new jet sound, Dualla stepped outside. Peering up he saw a small arrowhead-shaped aircraft circle over the city. It was obvious that it was a Terran defense fighter. It was maneuverable, probably able to out-turn a Viper in this atmosphere. It's wing area and small size gave it much more bite in the air. What could I do with that? Clayton wondered. He remembered the XF-01 Hammerhead design that he had modified through several models, up to the F series. The MK-IIT two-place training Viper had become a hit with Colonial squadrons. Besides training, it had become a reconnaissance ship as well as a fighter-bomber and a ECM fighter. The backseater had picked up many jobs. This compact triangular airframe could be really upgraded. After things smoothed over, he'd ask to get his hands on one. It would be fun.
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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 Apr 3, 2014 20:00:37 GMT -6
This is the commander to all raptor squads search for the acheron squad that lamded near the island and raptos 471 and 487 land in this coordinates that we will send you and set out for camp the rest we will eep searching
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Post by Vice-President Richard Starkey on Apr 8, 2014 18:15:08 GMT -6
David had noticed Drexl as he walked up the steps to the hotel. How he despised the man. The upstart Colonial, how he had managed to achieve such a position of importance was beyond his current thought process. One thing he did know for certain was once the Regent was installed, Drexl's level of necessity would soon decrease. He was hurriedly rushed to his room on the fifth floor and once inside, he saw the reason why. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise. You must be Ophelia, the Regent-to-be." David gave a small bow, then walked over to the couch nearby, sitting down. His security detail, led by the ever perplexing Marla Johanssen, took up positions in the room with one operative checking the balcony. In the room were two memebrs of the Regent-to-be's security detail, two very tall and built females dressed smartly in business suits. David was certain nothing would be attempted while the heir apparent was with him. After that, it was anybody's guess as to what would happen. "My apologies for arriving here so late. With your permission, I would like to get something to eat before we begin." The young woman rose, and looked at her security detail, motioning for them to leave the room. The personnel with David looked at him and also exited the room, leaving the two alone. Sitting on the couch next to David, Ophelia spoke. "Mr. Governor, you do not need my permission to do anything. And to be honest with you, I too could go fro something to eat. Which is why I had something brought up moments before you arrived." Ophelia motioned to the two carts sitting a few meters away from them. "Shall we? Then we can get down to the business of saving this planet from itself."
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Post by President Josephine Goodall on Apr 8, 2014 20:22:19 GMT -6
As Josephine walked up the steps, directly behind the bald former Colonial Colonel, she couldn't help but notice the view from behind. She smiled but was distracted by the sound of a low roar in the air. Looking up, she noticed the small aircraft. She noticed Clayton looking as well.
"Small, but very effective Colonel. I do hope we have a chance to spend some time with one another, you know, to discuss this terrible situation we find ourselves in."
Josephine hoped for more than a discussion.
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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 Apr 9, 2014 18:45:43 GMT -6
Clayton arched a black eyebrow. "So I'm no longer on my way to eternal judgement with our dear Director Drexl?" Her criticism had been very superficial, showing that she hadn't developed strong powers of observation. She deserved to be taunted a bit for it. Maybe she'd learn something from a man who might be old enough to be her father - at least she looked that young. Even if she were in her mid-twenties, with his being forty-three, it was close. He watched the fighter circle tightly over the hotel.
"I find that, if you take something small and make it just a little bigger, you can pack a far bigger punch in a package that's still relatively small." He jerked his head toward the tiny fighter. "I've done my share of that."
Clayton heard the metallic clomp-clomp of Drexl's shoes. "Now, there's someone who doesn't consider this a terrible situation. He sees a wide world of opportunity here. People like him usually do. There's a group that consider's war a dirty necessity, there's a group that considers it a glorious enterprise - he hates them, by the way. Used to lump me into that group. I think he still does. Then, there is the group that looks at war with cubit signs in their eyes. Director Drexl is such a man."
Clayton crossed his arms over his chest. "Then, there's the most dangerous group of all. That's the one who thinks that it has the sole solution to the problem, and that whatever they do is right for all. Lusting for power is one thing. Believing that you are the power is far worse. And I'm sure that we have at least one such in this building. Now, there's something worth discussing. Just don't let them find out that you're discussing them, because they'll decide that you've stepped out onto their highway to peace and perfection - ruled by them - and they just might swerve across the center line to run you over."
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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.
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Registered: Nov 30, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Judith Schwein on Apr 11, 2014 20:48:53 GMT -6
Judith had been standing in front of the hotel talking with several persons from the Ministry of Justice assigned to Adelia City. She heard the sound of an approaching aircraft and looked up. Seeing Clayton looking skyward as well, she smiled. Nothing got past the man. She decided it was now time to go inside and to the suite that had been prepared for her. She would have preferred something a bit less opulent than what she knew was in store for her. She hated having her image prjected as a person who was accustomed to grandeur and glory. A room at the Adelia Inn would have suited her just fine. As she walked past Clayton she couldn't help but notice how enamored Josephine was. Not being one to keep her mouth shut, Judith made certain the young woman heard her comment to Clayton.
"You better keep both eyes on her Clayton, I think she may be in season. Better to concentrate on the mission in front of us. Besides, it would be anyone's guess as to what she may be carrying around with her. There are some things a shower and a pill just can't cure."
With that, Judith walked into the lobby and headed towards the stairs to her suite on the third floor, smiling all the way.
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