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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 12, 2012 12:22:49 GMT -6
Removing his space suit, he pulled out his M4 and his pack as he started over to them; "Jack would head due North considering from orbit there was a lake that way and fresh water would be essential for long term survival," walking over the tip of the raider, "looks like the sun might be up soon which means get ready for the heat."
Holding onto his rifle, he attached his new scope to it was he flipped off his tactical pad to allow the battery to stay alive as the atmosphere slowly drained it.
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 12, 2012 19:06:00 GMT -6
*Following them as I step on the wing and dive straight down. Like a leaf on the wind breaking through the atmosphere opening my arm's. Being to soar high and low flying through the air, cocking my head down watch the ground speed up. Timing it just right closing my arm's and legs dropping in hard and fast. The ground nears closer as I swoop right reaching over pulling my chute as it bursts open catch the wind. 10 metron's to ground releasing my chute as I fall hard nudging the ground. Rolling into a barrel roll standing up sprinting afew feet to the raider.*
"Ready"
*Reaching over with my left hand, pushing my thump up into the armor, activating my hand and Nanites as well as my weapons. Looking around checking everything, reaching back for my pack*
"Here Micheal put Jack's armor and anything you find in here"
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 12, 2012 23:06:16 GMT -6
Pulling out a few incedary grenades, he held onto them as Michael searched finding nothing except a broken FTL drive. Tossing the grenades into the raider, he watched the flames quickly start to overwhelm the crashed ship as he pulled out his hat and sunglasses; “Michael take the rear while I take point and conserve your water,” starting across the rocks as he held onto his P90.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 12, 2012 23:30:34 GMT -6
Looking over the armor, most of it was cracked and completely worthless as he turned to the Admiral; “Its dead weight we'll leave it here,” pulling a few chips from the FTL drive before backing away. Feeling the heat from the grenades, he placed the chips in his vest before pulling out his hat and sunglasses as he took up the rear; spotting one of the two suns rising. Just from orbit, he knew they were basically a massive desert which meant they had to be careful and even more hope there is wild life on this rock cause he wasn't looking forward to MRE's for the next few days.
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 13, 2012 5:00:22 GMT -6
*Pulling back slinging the bag back over the armor suit. Grabbing the rifle backing it over, Gripping the rifle as I follow suit to rescue my people and hopefully a hostage. Pulling back my left hand from the forward grip, working my way under the suit brushing the silver enameled disc. The the disc spirals open down into the cuff. The Nanites then crawl up out over the armor up the arm. Over my chest down the other arm, over my head down my back and legs. Having them slowly assimilate the armored suit. Bring my rifle up to the helmet as I wait for the nanites, sweep around scoping out the terrain if hopes for any life here.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 9:51:09 GMT -6
Following Tom, she slipped her protective ear piece in as she kept her eye out for anything; wondering why anyone would want to come here. Terrans were used to the cool environment that's why Earth was so successful yet Helios was a slice of hell which isn't even seen on Terra. Holding onto the rifle, she was careful on the rocks knowing if she slipped then all she could look forward to is the river below which would soon be hotter than hell.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 13, 2012 13:52:08 GMT -6
Kneeling in the rocks, he took a 180 degree view of the horizon as he picked up foot prints; directing Tom to move 10 degrees to match up with the foot prints. Flipping his hat around and wrapping his bandana around his neck as he picked up the pace to catch up with them, holding onto his rifle knowing he'd see any danger before the rest of them. Michael had his survival training in the desert on Terra but the deserts on Terra were never so hot or even alien as it is here.
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Dec 13, 2012 17:33:15 GMT -6
I hear you Sir. Thrax and his friend are here. The atomsphere is unbalanced, ships seem to crash here and apparently Cylons can't stay alive.... I have supplies but we can't hold out long... Surprised that someone heard her she rushes to the hatch and shouts. tHRAX... I JUST RECEIVED A TRANSMISSION FOR SOMEONE.... COME QUICKLY! She rushes back to her radio and waits for more information. Tucking the tactical pad into his back pocket, he walked over to Zoe only to notice a hatch as he dropped in; "I thought you said your ship crashed not was buried either way good chances are they've landed so it'd be hard to communicate in this soup." Getting up out of the hole, he walked back over to his bow and arrows knowing right now he needed something to eat otherwise what they had reserved won't last long.
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 13, 2012 20:26:02 GMT -6
*In line walking along the river listening to my radio nothing but static. The nanites start to copy and break down the armor as patches of holes start showing. Sweeping Helios for any contact*
"Hello hello is anyone out there, this Admiral Yogi. Zoe can you hear me, if you can were on our way. Just stay put and we'll find you. Yogi out"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 21:23:28 GMT -6
I hear you Sir. Thrax and his friend are here. The atomsphere is unbalanced, ships seem to crash here and apparently Cylons can't stay alive.... I have supplies but we can't hold out long... Surprised that someone heard her she rushes to the hatch and shouts. tHRAX... I JUST RECEIVED A TRANSMISSION FOR SOMEONE.... COME QUICKLY! She rushes back to her radio and waits for more information. Tucking the tactical pad into his back pocket, he walked over to Zoe only to notice a hatch as he dropped in; "I thought you said your ship crashed not was buried either way good chances are they've landed so it'd be hard to communicate in this soup." Getting up out of the hole, he walked back over to his bow and arrows knowing right now he needed something to eat otherwise what they had reserved won't last long. When I crashed I found this cave and turned it into whatever I needed. Its poor for service but it works.She watches him leave then turns to her radio... laying her head down. Moments later she hears the Admiral on the radio with static. This is Zoe, we are on an island just past the desert. We cant move, she chuckles a bit before signing off.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 13, 2012 23:30:17 GMT -6
Hearing the radio call, he stopped before pulling out a mini UAV. Setting it up, he linked it to his tactical pad through radio frequencies before sending it airborne; clipping his pack back on. Walking once more, he yelled up to them as he sent off into grid searches; “That UAV has a battery life of 48 hours so lets hope for the best but should continue to the lake considering the tactical pad is picking up something.”
Stepping down onto the flats, he soon felt the tempature rise as he looked down only to notice a red glow from magma only feet below them.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 13, 2012 23:42:18 GMT -6
Also feeling the heat rise, he continued on till he spotted something in the distance. Holding onto his P90, he began running till a few minutes later he came up to a small establishment with massive stakes drove into the ground and decorated with the Terran SF's that went along with Jack and Rebecca. Shocked, he noticed wheel tracks meaning whoever did this had left clear tracks for them. Pulling himself together as he tapped his radio, “The 20 SF's that went along are dead and on display. Michael and Allison, get here and on tracker duty double time and Admiral going to need your help to burn these bodies.”
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 14, 2012 1:01:22 GMT -6
"Right behind you Thomas"*Just then the transmission comes back This is Zoe, we are on an island just past the desert. We cant move, * "Thomas I just got word that Zoe and Jack are trapped on a island just past the desert. There running out of supplies"*More of the armor has been assimilated now my helmet and hands are exposed as the patch grow with more of the armor disappearing. Bending down tossing a body over my back placing them in a pile one by one with much respect. Knowing one day this may be a friend, heading back taking the next body.*
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 14, 2012 1:22:06 GMT -6
Running past them, he started on the tracks with Allison as he redirected the UAV to the lake. Getting a few miles away, he peered through his scope to see not just civilization but a military base on top of the lake with a checkpoint up ahead. Tapping twice on his radio, he reported in as he began counting troop positions, “Tracks lead to the lake which a base is sitting on...standby we might have a way in.”
Tossing Allison a grenade, he could hear what we could only guess as a low flying jet motor as he laid down in the thin sand. Spotting it moving in, he set the timer on the grenade before tossing it in the air just as the jet flew over them. Suddenly in a massive fireball, the jet crashed in the sand but Michael knew that the base would come out to investigate which would give them a way in.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 14, 2012 1:32:07 GMT -6
"Right behind you Thomas"*Just then the transmission comes back This is Zoe, we are on an island just past the desert. We cant move, * "Thomas I just got word that Zoe and Jack are trapped on a island just past the desert. There running out of supplies"*More of the armor has been assimilated now my helmet and hands are exposed as the patch grow with more of the armor disappearing. Bending down tossing a body over my back placing them in a pile one by one with much respect. Knowing one day this may be a friend, heading back taking the next body.* Pulling one of the bodies down, he pulled the dog tag off before placing the man into the fire. It killed him that these men wouldn't get buried at home but in this alien environment. Hearing the explosion in the distance as he looked over his watch, “We'll wait for them after all, Michael can get both who did this and maybe we can find out where that island is.”
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