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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 13:39:15 GMT -6
Pulling out a hook with some rope, she could hear vehicles racing towards them as she stayed hidden in the sand knowing that they had to be quick. Waiting for the trucks to stop, she sprinted over to it only to hook up on the bottom between the wheel axles before hooking her pack up to the truck as well. Spotting Michael doing the same, she held on and knew they had to wait till the trucks started up again before they could do anything.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 15, 2012 13:49:45 GMT -6
Pulling up into the frame, Michael pulled out a block of G4 as he placed it on the frame next to the gas tank. Feeling the truck starting up, he held on as they drove into base and soon parked. Unhooking himself, he carried his pack to behind a crate as he whispered to Allison; “Get to the communications tent and download everything while I procure a ride.”
Slinging his rifle, he pulled out the P90 he had been carrying before starting over to the airbase side.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 16:53:29 GMT -6
Placing her rifle on her back, she switched over to her pistol before moving in towards the communications center. Taking a few seconds to clear it out, she pulled a patch and began the short download of their database. Ripping a paper off containg coordinates, she prepared to leave knowing any longer that someone would reveal their presence.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 15, 2012 17:32:44 GMT -6
"We'll wait for them after all, Michael can get both who did this and maybe we can find out where that island is." "Ok Thomas after you, I suggest that we follow this river. I just can't tell upstream or downstream. I guess we have a 50 / 50 chance of finding them unless we can there signal to find them. The coordinates I got on Atlantia was for that raider."
*More of my armored suit now gone as I reach for my radio. Handing it to Thomas. Taking a fire starter from a pocket as I begin to light a touch. Tossing it on to the body pile as it sets a blaze, tossing in smokeless power.* "There now no one can trace the fire if there's no smoke. Shall we get going then, I am guessing the island is down stream. What do you think?"
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 15, 2012 18:31:14 GMT -6
Looking over his watch as he turned to Yogi, “Good chances are that it runs nowhere considering it could've been what was left of a flash flood. Give Michael and Allison 5 more minutes after all, would hate to walk in the wrong direction,” he knew why Yogi was ready to move but Michael hadn't let him down before.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 15, 2012 18:55:56 GMT -6
Noticing not too many soldiers around the aircraft, he slowly approaches a twin rotor aircraft similar to the V-22 Osprey. Suddenly thrown to the ground by a soldier, he rolled back onto his feet to notice the patch of the Old Guard which was Terra's first Special Forces. All his training and tactics started with the Old Guard. Speaking softly in old Terran as he kept his P90 trained on him, “Stand down or...” before he could finish, he fell back on a wheel chalk. Dodging the man's blade, he drew his own but it was too slow as the man's blade went into his leg. Stabbing the Old Guardsman in the neck, he left the blade in the man before getting up and stepping into the aircraft; pulling out his kit to bandage the wound.
Stepping towards the front, he started up the engines as he spotted Allison. Lifting off, he wasn't much of a pilot but knew just enough. Flying towards the small establishment, he redirected the UAV to the coordinates that Allison had picked up.
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Dec 15, 2012 23:23:53 GMT -6
Hearing a familiar noise, Rebecca raced to the shore as she rushed on a massive X for the UAV. UAV's are standard during a rescue operation and she knew they would carry on, spotting it doing a circle she knew now that rescue wasn't too far off.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 23:31:05 GMT -6
Noticing not too many soldiers around the aircraft, he slowly approaches a twin rotor aircraft similar to the V-22 Osprey. Suddenly thrown to the ground by a soldier, he rolled back onto his feet to notice the patch of the Old Guard which was Terra's first Special Forces. All his training and tactics started with the Old Guard. Speaking softly in old Terran as he kept his P90 trained on him, “Stand down or...” before he could finish, he fell back on a wheel chalk. Dodging the man's blade, he drew his own but it was too slow as the man's blade went into his leg. Stabbing the Old Guardsman in the neck, he left the blade in the man before getting up and stepping into the aircraft; pulling out his kit to bandage the wound. Stepping towards the front, he started up the engines as he spotted Allison. Lifting off, he wasn't much of a pilot but knew just enough. Flying towards the small establishment, he redirected the UAV to the coordinates that Allison had picked up. Spotting a small pool of blood under Michael, she knew his attacker had something thats not allowing his body to stop the blood from dripping out. Waiting till he landed, she dragged him to the back to redress the wound; knowing too well the look on his face that he knew he'd barely make it.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 15, 2012 23:40:01 GMT -6
Looking over his watch as the aircraft landed, “It beats walking and who knows they know where this island is as well,” stepping on through the ramp to see Michael injuried, “just stay with us too many Terrans died here already.”
Packing his rifle in a spare seat, he noticed the coordinates before taking a seat; “Yogi, at least now we have a destination and Michael retask the UAV for anything that can get us in orbit.”
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 17, 2012 12:00:17 GMT -6
Glancing down at his wound, he knew that the guardsman had played dirty and he would've done the same but he had to stop the bleeding. Reaching into his kit, he pulled out a cocktail that would do it but it would only last for a few hours before he started bleeding out again. Retasking the UAV for a new mission, he got up as started across the deck only to see Yogi still on the ground; "Come on, sir, trust me you don't want to be here when those Guardsmen show up. They are some tough bastards, tougher than Terran SF's and we were trained by descends of them so the fear is real."
Checking over his M-4, he flipped the safety off as he held onto it knowing that he was cleared to engage if another engagement were to happen.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Dec 17, 2012 21:31:42 GMT -6
*With my armor fully assimilated, reaching back. Grasping a quick-clot pack tossing it to Micheal. Stepping into the plane sweeping with my rifle as I look out.*
"I got this clean yourself up have Rebecca pull out the bullet. Use quick clot to poor in the wound and use the wrap. I am not gonna lose you now, we'll get your brother back I promise. Besides don't wanna disappoint Sam now, after this if you wanna still leave I won't stand in your way. But because that's want you want and not because you think I am a traitor. I did want I did this to save the Colonial's and Terran's."
*Watching the back door close as we start to take off. Heading to the seat near the back door. Resting the rifle on my lap leaning back to think about my chose's*
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 17, 2012 23:46:09 GMT -6
Opening the packet as he wrapped it around his leg, “I've been a soldier for too long and I've gotta take a step back after all going to leave the chain of command I'll still be onboard,” tightening it up as he felt the bird pick up speed. Glancing out of the window, he noticed the light dimming as he flipped on his vest's chemical light; he knew he would make it back to Sam he had to. Pulling out an MRE, he started to feast on a calorie rich soup to keep his body from running dry on energy.
Taking a seat, it would take an hour or so till they reached the island which give them time to rest a bit.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
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Bravo Squad; KDF
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Dec 18, 2012 9:01:17 GMT -6
The controls for Tom brought him back to the past where controls weren't so difficult but easy for everyone especially him. Increasing the speed, he reached into his pack to pull out his night vision goggles to avoid turning on lights and giving away their location.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 18, 2012 23:02:56 GMT -6
Waking up from his brief sleep, he noticed the bandage soaked as he changed it once more and this time putting small graphs to help the healing process. Getting up, he left his pack in the seat as he opened the rear hatch. Instead of being night time, it was sunny and hot which would explain the sweat but at least they were over water. Hearing Tom, he knew at least they were close and about time considering with his blood loss he wouldn't last too much longer in Purgatory.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Dec 19, 2012 8:20:10 GMT -6
Hearing something far off into the distance, Jack got up as he spotted something in the sun light; a plane but at least its something. Getting up, he called over Rebecca and Zoe as he noticed the plane shifting to coming in ass first with a man on the back end; right away Jack knew it was Michael and looked like he was barely keeping it togther. Spotting the ramp coming up fast, he jumped on without a moments hesitation as he patted Michael on the shoulder; "Looks like your in pretty bad shape, brother," moving up the ramp as he took a seat.
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