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 11, 2014 21:41:51 GMT -6
Clayton watched Judith walk away. A gentle trilling seemed to come from everywhere at once. Josephine had never heard it before, and Dualla wasn't interested in explaining the habit he'd picked up from Doc Savage. It was an outrageous statement that the Judge had made, but the man got the point. He'd been celibate since Anastasia vanished, both the Avatar and the human host returning to the Lords of Kobol. That was what had gotten him believing in the Gods again instead of onlythe Cylon's vision of their 'one true God'. If ever he was the target of amorous or more intimate interest, he usually did not notice it. The old 'not wanting to go back to hamburger after having steak' adage really applied to him.
As he watched her go, he decided that he wanted to get to his own room and freshen up. He definitely wanted to get out of the uniform he'd worn since before flying up to the Drex Star aboard the Jupiter Three, and through the underground city. All of that meant that it was probably beginning to get a bit ripe, and maybe Josephine had her own ideas about a shower. Dualla would be taking his alone, however, and getting a change of clothes.
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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 Apr 13, 2014 18:13:12 GMT -6
As Judith and her security detail walked down the hall to her suite, she knew that two floors above her, that bastard David Winters and the soon-to-be Regent Administrator were discussing all that had been happening on Terra. She had been asked to be there as well but Judith was a bit of a stickler when it came to rules and protocol. Although she was Chief Justice and one, if not the, major power players on the planet, she was not the elected person in charge. She would wait until it was proper to meet with the Regent. Judith knew the girls family, had known them for many years. She had been a guest in their modest home on the neighboring island for a few years when she wore a uniform. The Adelians were never fond of the northern lands and the people who resided there. Of course, that was for good reason. After the great calamity over two thousand years ago, the southern lands were almost taken over by the surviving leadership in the north. Had it not been for Eresea, things would not be so idyllic down here. Judith had been sent here years ago as part of good will contingent, an attempt to heal old wounds so to speak. She had made many friends here and was actually looking forward to visiting with them before she headed back to Corinth City. Perhaps when she and the Regent met, they would discuss the finer aspects of the north. For now, Judith was looking forward to a long, hot bath and then perhaps something to eat. She might even try to see what was shwoing on the local video broadcasts. She turned to the head of her detail, a woman in her early thirties. "Madeline, I want no interruptions. And make sure you and the others get freshened up and get something to eat. I also am ordering you to get some sleep, got it?" "Yes Your Honor. We'll go in shifts. I don't trust this place and would have much rather been roomed on the ground floor." "Well, this will have to suffice. Now go and relax, that's an order young lady." Judith watched as the woman left the room and closed the door. She knew that Madeline would be the last one to eat and freshen up. That's why she kept her as head of her security. "Now, to see what delicacies have been provided to me."
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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 13, 2014 20:33:59 GMT -6
Clayton had confirmed the time to meet with the head of the guard, then bit a hasty goodbye to Josephine. Closing and locking his door, he unstrapped and removed the matched chrome MetalStorm pistols. He would have to plug them into a secure computer soon, and make sure that there weren't any embedded logic bombs waiting to be triggered and turn them into zombie guns. He made sure that there weren't any gaps in the curtains before stripping. Get a grip, he chastised himself. You're on the third floor. You don't really think that Josephine is going to make like a cat burglar or a spider-woman and climb over to play peeping Toma? He chuckled and stripped. The shower he took was thorough, and he dried himself with the most luxurious towels he'd ever put against his skin. Finding three-blade (three! In the Fleet, he had to use an old straight razor that he'd sharpened almost to nothing!) safety shaver, he he lathered up his face and shaved. The antiperspirant smelled faintly floral, but Clayton wasn't going to downstairs smelling like a rank Colonial. He used it.
After finding and putting on his socks and boxers, Clayton went to the closet to see what they had for him. He opened the doors and stared at what had been hung up for him. It was a uniform of some sort, but not a cut that he'd ever seen before. Looking to the floor, he saw the well-polished high-top boots. The uniform itself was on a two-level hanger that oriented the garments hanging on it as they would be on the wearer. Above the boots was a pair of black pants with red satin stripes that ran down the outsides of the legs. The cuffs themselves were slight pantaloons that would fit down into the boots.
Clayton reached up to touch the jacket, which was a cranberry red. It was collarless, revealing a white turtleneck sweater with very thick ribs. The fastening of the jacket was unusual. The front flap crossed over to the left breast, and the hem of the flap from collar to bottom was black. Below the right shoulder, an embroidered strap was hung over from the back and covered the top corner of the front flap. Both were held by a rotating clasp that fit through metal eyes in the flap and strap. On the strap was a stylized version of his Colonial rank pin. He looked at the left breast and saw a patch with a symbol he'd never beheld. On the patch was another stylized version of the Colonial emblem. He wondered at the purpose of that. He was retired Colonial fleet. In fact, he may have to come up with something else for the rank pins.
Putting on the uniform, he fastened the wide black leather belt that was part of the jacket. Looking in the full-length mirror, he approved of what he saw, although it was a bit garish. He would like to know why it was made and why he, of all people, was chosen to wear it. Would others be so attired?
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Post by Junior Lt. Bonnie Castor on Apr 14, 2014 9:13:25 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 "Acheron Actual, this is Acheron Control, we have located our people and they are now situated close to the hotel where the terran officials are gathered. They are standing by for further intrsuctions, Acheron Control out."
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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 14, 2014 13:30:48 GMT -6
Sir we have an incoming message from the Acheron that they have locatedd our people also our camp is ready and they are sending the eyes to the places that our men have gather
Thank you Lt we are still heading to some places that we have to get some information
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Tiberius James
Cylon
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 18, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -6
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Post by Tiberius James on Apr 17, 2014 21:54:04 GMT -6
A lone Raider appeared from hyperspace and streaked in an erratic course over the islands. Disrupting firing solutions, it had all of its sensors on and at full gain. This was a reconnaissance run. No defensive fire came from the large Raider; it was never seriously molested by the small, triangular air fighters being used by the humans over the archipelago.
Within the craft, the hybrid entity known as TJ/Scar absorbed and analyzed the incoming data. It would be pored over by the High Command, and they would decide whether or not to launch an attack. Tiberius James knew that he was tired. Not physically tired, for the Raider monitored and ministered to his unique Two model's bodily structure. No, it was more emotional. Though possessed of the same desire to rid the universe of the hopelessly flawed species known as man, every Model, including some of the Ones, were having second thoughts. There was much dissent among the ranks. The humans had somehow, beyond all calculation against even the greatest odds against them, been able to prevail against the Homeworld. It was their very unpredictability that had made this possible just as had the survival of Adama's ragtag fleet when the Colonies were wiped out. And though Tiberius had been imbued with some of that unpredictability by process created by the vanished IL-series Cylon named Lucifer, just the single Two could not do more. Yes, he had slain hundreds, perhaps thousands, in combat, he was engineered to be a the best Raider pilot in Cylon history. If Lucifer could endow a One with the same gift, the Cylons would once again have the upperhand.
Angling sharply skyward at the end of his run, Scar's forward sweeps detected the presence of the small armored moon in low orbit. It was the Terran battle station that had blown base ships apart and even flew threw them. He had observed it in action. It was not smooth and graceful. It traveled in lumbering vectors, counting on its sheer firepower to be enough. If Tiberius could fly a base ship the way he had the old 107 when Scar had joined him to its Hybrid, he could dance around the moon and probe at is defensed by finesse.
His mission complete, he engaged the hyperdrive and Jumped out of the danger zone.
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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 18, 2014 8:04:37 GMT -6
Clayton heard the unusual sound, the low hum amid the whooshings of the delta-winged fighters. It was not of Terran or Colonial origin, but he had heard something similar many times. A Cylon Raider! He ran to the window and yanked the curtain open, not thinking of snipers or bulletproof glass.
In the air overhead, the triangular fighters were dancing to and fro. One screamed directly overhead and tried to turn up into the intruder, which was a Raider that Clayton had only seen in photographs. The Cylon X-21 nicknamed 'Scar' after the Rogue Raider that had wrought havoc on Adama's fleet of refugees. Clayton could now get an accurate scale reference. It was between the size of a standard and a Heavy raider, but the design was somewhat less organic. It looked like a throwback to the first-generation Raiders in its more mechanical styling. It's maneuverability, though, exceeded it smaller brethren, and it eluded the Terran point-defense planes handily. It never fired off a shot, though, as it crossed the sky. Recon pass, Clayton mused. The Cylons had taken their most survivable fighter and put it to camera work. Judith would have to know about this, if she didn't already. Clayton was probably the only one there without a personal bevy of spies.
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Apr 21, 2014 14:27:19 GMT -6
Carlie sat in the shadows of the Governor's room, listening intently to all that was said between himself and the soon to be appointed Regent. Once they had finished, she slowly rose from the chair and walked into the great room. Winters had his back to her, still looking at the door when he suddenly turned and faced her.
"I was wondering when you were going to show yourself. Your training is starting to slip a little."
"Well Governor, that's because I don't play the cloak and dagger game anymore. Still, it was nice of you to not say anything while the Regent was still here. So tell me, do you really believe she will make a difference?"
David strode over to the couch Adan plopped himself down on it. At over six meters, his massive frame made a sound similar to a large boulder hitting the ground when he landed on the couch, his feet propped up on a small and flimsy table, a reproduction of an ancient type brought to this planet many thousands of years ago by their ancestors. For a second, Carlie struggled to recall the origins of the design but was shaken back to reality by the sounds of aircraft overhead. She recognized the second sounds, Terran in origin. But it was the first sound that startled her. Too low and powerful to be Terran or even colonial for that matter. Cylon. Of course, anyone who thought that the cylons had left for good was a fool. That flying space station of Drexl's may have torn through the Cylon basestars like butter to a hot knife but that didn't mean they were finished. She looked down at David and smiled.
"Seems our enemy isn't quite finished with us just yet. I would say the time to get you to safety is fading quickly. When are you supposed to leave?"
"In an hour or so. Yes, the Cylons aren't finished, not just yet and even with a Colonial Marine presence, this place isn't entirely safe. My concern is, if I die during a Cylon attack, does that mean the Colonials will enact their fail-safe operations to secure the government? I bet you Castorious didn't factor that one into his plan while he was still Acting President, before turning the reigns of power over to me, now did he?"
"No Governor, I'm sure he thought of every possible scenario when he issued those orders over twenty years ago. Of course, the fact that the Colonials are steadily pulling their forces off of the planet could signal that the Colonials have finally had enough of our planet and are planning on going to their alpha site."
"That's where you're mistaken Carlie. The 'alpha site', as you put it, is a joint effort, so jumping their fleet away would do them no good. We would be there with them when they did it. No, things are not as great on that planet as the initial reports had indicated. But there's no time to discuss any of that. If the cylons are truly returning after just having their arses handed to them, then no place is safe."
Just before David could begin his next sentence, a loud knock came at the door to his suite. Just as suddenly, the doors were flung wide open. Standing there was the head of his security detail, along with several Colonial Marines, all with weapons at the ready.
"Governor, it's time to go. Now Sir. There are Colonial raptors waiting, as well as a squadron of Colonial Marine vipers to provide escort home. Enemy contacts have been sighted over the archipelago and it's no longer safe here Sir. We must move now."
David got up from the couch and walkewd closer to Carlie. Looking at his security cheif, he nodded.
"Well Ms. McPherson, can I offer you a ride out of here?"
"Well, it just so happens Governor that I am packed and ready to go."
Carlie walked over to the chair where she had been seated and picked up her bag. Walking to the door, she turned and looked at David.
"Always prepared, always ready. Shall we Governor?"
"It's now former Governor Ms. McPherson. Let the regent deal with this crap. It's time to go home now."
"Great, can we just get out of here and to those raptors Sir, and Ma'am? We don't have much time as it is. There's plenty of time to chit chat once we're airborne. Security Team Alpha is on the move."
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Post by Vice-President Richard Starkey on Apr 21, 2014 14:28:10 GMT -6
Carlie sat in the shadows of the Governor's room, listening intently to all that was said between himself and the soon to be appointed Regent. Once they had finished, she slowly rose from the chair and walked into the great room. Winters had his back to her, still looking at the door when he suddenly turned and faced her.
"I was wondering when you were going to show yourself. Your training is starting to slip a little."
"Well Governor, that's because I don't play the cloak and dagger game anymore. Still, it was nice of you to not say anything while the Regent was still here. So tell me, do you really believe she will make a difference?"
David strode over to the couch Adan plopped himself down on it. At over six meters, his massive frame made a sound similar to a large boulder hitting the ground when he landed on the couch, his feet propped up on a small and flimsy table, a reproduction of an ancient type brought to this planet many thousands of years ago by their ancestors. For a second, Carlie struggled to recall the origins of the design but was shaken back to reality by the sounds of aircraft overhead. She recognized the second sounds, Terran in origin. But it was the first sound that startled her. Too low and powerful to be Terran or even colonial for that matter. Cylon. Of course, anyone who thought that the cylons had left for good was a fool. That flying space station of Drexl's may have torn through the Cylon basestars like butter to a hot knife but that didn't mean they were finished. She looked down at David and smiled.
"Seems our enemy isn't quite finished with us just yet. I would say the time to get you to safety is fading quickly. When are you supposed to leave?"
"In an hour or so. Yes, the Cylons aren't finished, not just yet and even with a Colonial Marine presence, this place isn't entirely safe. My concern is, if I die during a Cylon attack, does that mean the Colonials will enact their fail-safe operations to secure the government? I bet you Castorious didn't factor that one into his plan while he was still Acting President, before turning the reigns of power over to me, now did he?"
"No Governor, I'm sure he thought of every possible scenario when he issued those orders over twenty years ago. Of course, the fact that the Colonials are steadily pulling their forces off of the planet could signal that the Colonials have finally had enough of our planet and are planning on going to their alpha site."
"That's where you're mistaken Carlie. The 'alpha site', as you put it, is a joint effort, so jumping their fleet away would do them no good. We would be there with them when they did it. No, things are not as great on that planet as the initial reports had indicated. But there's no time to discuss any of that. If the cylons are truly returning after just having their arses handed to them, then no place is safe."
Just before David could begin his next sentence, a loud knock came at the door to his suite. Just as suddenly, the doors were flung wide open. Standing there was the head of his security detail, along with several Colonial Marines, all with weapons at the ready.
"Governor, it's time to go. Now Sir. There are Colonial raptors waiting, as well as a squadron of Colonial Marine vipers to provide escort home. Enemy contacts have been sighted over the archipelago and it's no longer safe here Sir. We must move now."
David got up from the couch and walkewd closer to Carlie. Looking at his security cheif, he nodded.
"Well Ms. McPherson, can I offer you a ride out of here?"
"Well, it just so happens Governor that I am packed and ready to go."
Carlie walked over to the chair where she had been seated and picked up her bag. Walking to the door, she turned and looked at David.
"Always prepared, always ready. Shall we Governor?"
"It's now former Governor Ms. McPherson. Let the regent deal with this crap. It's time to go home now."
"Great, can we just get out of here and to those raptors Sir, and Ma'am? We don't have much time as it is. There's plenty of time to chit chat once we're airborne. Security Team Alpha is on the move."
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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 21, 2014 18:15:57 GMT -6
James stood at his window, cigarette in hand. He watched the ants scurrying around as the Terrans and the few Colonials made a big show of protecting the VIPs and making the island hotels safe for humanity and hybridity - when Dualla and the other part-breeds were added into the mix. A lot of Terrans who thought that they were pure of heritage mess their pants if they found out that they were 'tainted' with the blood of the thirteenth colony's Gondawan Cylons.
A burst of activity caught his attention. He smiled in amusement as a lone Cylon Raider of special design made several passed over the city. It dodged and weaved effortlessly, and the wild shooting that the Dart fighters and the anti-aircraft guns were throwing had to be humiliating. A lone Cylon ship can't be brought down by Terra's finest. He could see that it did not escape unscathed, but it took the shells that struck it well. How James had coveted that ship! The fabled 'Scar', the deadliest single fighter in known space. It had even bested Frakker and Ace, the Colonial top guns, and that was years ago. He carefully observed the aerial ballet until the big Raider Jumped out of the atmosphere
Down below, there was a flurry of soldier activity. Nobody arrived, so somebody was bound to be leaving. Schwein? No, here arrogance wouldn't let her walk away from a chance to snatch all the marbles. James knew his own chance was a-coming, he just had to bide his time patiently. Dualla? That cue-ball was on more leashes than he realized. James had the strongest one, despite what Schwein may think. No, it had to be somebody else. He was going to guess Winter. He didn't think the old codger had it in him to come out of a safe and secure retirement.
This was getting more enjoyable by the minute.
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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 5, 2014 20:35:20 GMT -6
Clayton heard the rumble of vehicles outside, and decided to leave his suite. As he stepped out into the hallway. the guards on either side of his door snapped to attention and saluted.
"At ease," Dualla calmly ordered them. "There's some activity downstairs. There shouldn't be any more dignitaries. Follow me." They fell in step behind the Colonial, their rifles held ready. Three sets of footfalls were heard descending the marble steps. An elevator would be foolish, it could be a deathtrap. As the trio reached the front door, two guards blocked it.
"Step aside," Clayton ordered. They stood for a moment, then stepped apart to let him open the door.
Leading his impromptu squad down the front steps, Clayton watched the small caravan turn a corner. Another Marine approached them and saluted Dualla. "Report," Clayton commanded.
"Sir. Governor Winters and Representative McPherson just left in that convoy." Clayton stood with his feet planted apart, fists lightly balled on his hips.
"I wonder if this really changes anything," Clayton wondered out loud.
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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 May 6, 2014 19:33:03 GMT -6
Judith watched as the caravan carrying the dolt Winters and that pain in the arse McPherson left the hotel. She turned to the woman standing behind her, weapons slung over her shoulders.
"One of these days, you're going to go sneaking into someplace and you're going to wind up getting shot."
She turned her gaze back to the scene below. She saw Clayton and several marines standing there. She knew Winters would return to the capital to retrieve his personal belongings. McPherson, she would of course insert herself into the surviving bureaucracy as she had been bred to do. She would of course make certain shec ame out smelling like the proverbial rose. Judith was ready to return home as well. Her neighborhood in the capital had managed to escape any enemy activity, as did most of the southern portion of the city. She turned back to Johannsen.
"So, you'll be heading back north with everyone else I take it?"
Marla strode over to the window and looked down. SMiling, she turned to Judith.
"My mission here is finished, with the ending that was required. Maybe not the results others would have wished for but it was an appropriate ending, wouldn't you agree Your Honor?"
"Killing him was never required, merely desired by those who wish to latch onto that brass ring and hold onto what power they think they have. Of course, a few of those individuals happen to be your superiors. Wat are you going to do about that?"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that your judgehsip. You know what will happen should anything befall me. Besides, now that the Regent is installed, there's going to be a major shake up to the government."
Judith knew all too well the changes that were coming.
"Yes Marla, you're correct there. It'll be more of a regional thing, less central control. Don't get me wrong, the Regent is a staunch federalist. They all have been. But she believes in more local control. It'll go back to something similar to what it used to be, all those thousands of years ago. I can hardly wait, can't you?"
Judith looked back out the window and then turned quickly to Marla.
"I think it's time for us to depart."
Snapping her fingers, she motioned to the woman standing by the door.
"It's time, get our transport here so we can go home."
"The vehicles are pulling up now ma'am. We're clear and ready to go."
Judith walked over and grabbed her bag. Looking at Marla, she motioned towards the door.
"After you Miss Johannsen."
Stepping out into the sunlight, Judith looked over to where Clayton was still standing. She waved at him, then walked over.
"My dear Clayton, I do bellieve it's time for us to return to the capital, unless of course you feel you should stay with your new boss, up there on that floating weapon. Myself, I need to be in the capital. The otehr judges have already quietly left a few days ago and there is no need for me to be here now that the Regent is in place. Winters has left to go home and it's time for us to do the same."
Judith touched Clayton on his left forearm then turned and headed to the waiting vehicles. Stepping inside, she spoke to her driver and chief of security.
"Get us to the aerodrome and out of here."
"Yes ma'am."
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on May 6, 2014 19:35:02 GMT -6
Judith watched as the caravan carrying the dolt Winters and that pain in the arse McPherson left the hotel. She turned to the woman standing behind her, weapons slung over her shoulders.
"One of these days, you're going to go sneaking into someplace and you're going to wind up getting shot."
She turned her gaze back to the scene below. She saw Clayton and several marines standing there. She knew Winters would return to the capital to retrieve his personal belongings. McPherson, she would of course insert herself into the surviving bureaucracy as she had been bred to do. She would of course make certain shec ame out smelling like the proverbial rose. Judith was ready to return home as well. Her neighborhood in the capital had managed to escape any enemy activity, as did most of the southern portion of the city. She turned back to Johanssen.
"So, you'll be heading back north with everyone else I take it?"
Marla strode over to the window and looked down. Smiling, she turned to Judith.
"My mission here is finished, with the ending that was required. Maybe not the results others would have wished for but it was an appropriate ending, wouldn't you agree Your Honor?"
"Killing him was never required, merely desired by those who wish to latch onto that brass ring and hold onto what power they think they have. Of course, a few of those individuals happen to be your superiors. Wat are you going to do about that?"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that your judgehsip. You know what will happen should anything befall me. Besides, now that the Regent is installed, there's going to be a major shake up to the government."
Judith knew all too well the changes that were coming.
"Yes Marla, you're correct there. It'll be more of a regional thing, less central control. Don't get me wrong, the Regent is a staunch federalist. They all have been. But she believes in more local control. It'll go back to something similar to what it used to be, all those thousands of years ago. I can hardly wait, can't you?"
Judith looked back out the window and then turned quickly to Marla.
"I think it's time for us to depart."
Snapping her fingers, she motioned to the woman standing by the door.
"It's time, get our transport here so we can go home."
"The vehicles are pulling up now ma'am. We're clear and ready to go."
Judith walked over and grabbed her bag. Looking at Marla, she motioned towards the door.
"After you Miss Johanssen."
Stepping out into the sunlight, Judith looked over to where Clayton was still standing. She waved at him, then walked over.
"My dear Clayton, I do bellieve it's time for us to return to the capital, unless of course you feel you should stay with your new boss, up there on that floating weapon. Myself, I need to be in the capital. The otehr judges have already quietly left a few days ago and there is no need for me to be here now that the Regent is in place. Winters has left to go home and it's time for us to do the same."
Judith touched Clayton on his left forearm then turned and headed to the waiting vehicles. Stepping inside, she spoke to her driver and chief of security.
"Get us to the aerodrome and out of here."
"Yes ma'am."
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Post by Junior Lt. Bonnie Castor on May 6, 2014 19:53:26 GMT -6
Sir we have an incoming message from the Acheron that they have locatedd our people also our camp is ready and they are sending the eyes to the places that our men have gather Thank you Lt we are still heading to some places that we have to get some information "Acheron Actual, this is Acheron Control, be advised, government officials leaving Adelia. Enemy contact over city, lone raider. We believe it's Scar, do you copy? We have gone to Condition One and have launched alert vipers, over."
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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 7, 2014 18:56:04 GMT -6
Clayton turned and waved when Judith hailed him.
"New boss? Same as the old boss? Is that what you hired me for, to work with Drexl? I wouldn't be called the Senior Technical Advisor, my old position under SecDef Jericho and President Skulbaka, if you didn't intend on using that particular skillset." He crossed his red-sleeved arms. The hash marks showed on his left lower sleeve - two ten-year marks and a five. That signified his Colonial time which was intended to be counted for something. He had four years to go for his third ten-year hash mark if his his Terran service was to be added.
He smiled ruefully and shook his head. "If he's my boss, it's in name only. He's a threat in his own right, and I know I'm as much a counterbalance and a foil as anything. He's more brilliant than Baltar, and equally more egotistical. Doc and I will have our hands full, just as you have all the years since you recruited him."
Turning toward the facade of the hotel, Dualla put his right thumb and forefinger to the corners of his mouth. After producing a loud, shrill whistle, the bald man pointed to where he knew Drexl's suite was, and waved a 'come on' gesture that he knew the man would understand and would be highly peeved at. Drexl wasn't going to like being give the command to move out from a lowly ex-Colonial. It's exactly why that Colonial had done it. Turning and not looking back, he followed Judith to her vehicle. They had arrived in the same transport, and were leaving the same way.
They settled into a secure compartment. Their attendants were outside the chamber. "Besides, I'm going to be back aboard the Drex Star soon enough. I'm convinced it's the only platform in the known universe with the resources to bring to reality something that I've dreamt about and theorized for years. I've discussed it with Doc, and he's in agreement. I'm just as convinced that Drexl knows it too. He holds one half of the key. We both know what the other half is."
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