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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Feb 13, 2014 21:32:07 GMT -6
Evie could hear the raptors getting closer and closer, but her vision began to blur and she couldn't look up long enough to find them in the air. With no rounds left in her sniper, she let it fall and reached for her sidearm, which only had one clip left. And as she brought it up to fire at a centurion, she couldn't ignore the pain in her side. Popping a round into the centurion, she got back into cover and lifted her shirt, pulling loose the light vest to see blood. The young woman looked around for her pack, unable to find it as she dropped to the ground and called out for someone. "I need some help." She kept the pressure as tight as she could, and only hoped that their raptor would land soon.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Feb 14, 2014 8:12:57 GMT -6
Evie could hear the raptors getting closer and closer, but her vision began to blur and she couldn't look up long enough to find them in the air. With no rounds left in her sniper, she let it fall and reached for her sidearm, which only had one clip left. And as she brought it up to fire at a centurion, she couldn't ignore the pain in her side. Popping a round into the centurion, she got back into cover and lifted her shirt, pulling loose the light vest to see blood. The young woman looked around for her pack, unable to find it as she dropped to the ground and called out for someone. "I need some help." She kept the pressure as tight as she could, and only hoped that their raptor would land soon. Setting his sniper rifle down, Victor could hear Evanna call out of help as he reached into his vest for his small medical kit before kneeling down beside her as he removed her hand to inject an anti bleeding agent before replacing her hand. Tossing the syringe aside, he began to unwrap a bandage, removing her hand as he began to extract the bullet before wrapping up her wound as he tossed the round aside; injecting a booster into her to help her recover. Helping her back up, he undid one of his own pistols as he handed it over to her; "I'm on my last mag but I've got a mag left for my pistol." Spotting the raptors flying overhead, he could see a gunship moving into position just over a car as it whipped around to reveal the ramp with Jack standing on it, picking up his sniper rifle as the SF's began to retreat. Waiting for Tom's SF's to climb onto the gunship, Victor waited for Samuel to get past him before he helped Evanna up and onto the ramp; getting help from Jack as he got up into the aft compartment. Closing the ramp, he could feel the gunship taking off as the radio blared that for once they were winning the battle and even more it sounded like they found the nuke and armed it to send a solid message to the Cylons.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Feb 22, 2014 20:55:24 GMT -6
Climbing up onto the gunship ramp, he began opening fire upon the Centurions till Victor made it up before hitting the switch for the ramp. Holding onto the railing, he turned to Victor as he felt the gunship taking off for it was most likely going to the airfield; "Hold on, a squad has found our warhead and well set it before losing their lives," feeling a massive shockwave rush over the hull as they punched it back to the airfield. Radio logical alarms began to rang inside the gunship warning them that they were being close to be radiated with lethal radiation thankfully they were moving away. Finally taking a seat, Samuel set his rifle aside hoping to get some rest before they were tossed back into the field, whenever the Colonel decided that it was time to use them once more.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 2, 2014 9:31:18 GMT -6
Ordering the pilot to pick up Romo's team just as other SF's signaled that they have located the 100 kiloton warhead and thus armed it but didn't know how long they could hold their position thus meaning it was a one way trip. Watching Romo board the gunship, the medics had finished doing most of the repair work on his wounds as the ramp closed once more and the gunship raced to get out of range of the nuclear warhead. Slipping back on his shirt, he could feel the jolt of the shockwave followed by putting on radiation sunglasses since the powerful light from the nuke shown through all the windows creating a blinding white light. Slipping on his bloody jacket, he slipped in his earpiece as well to hear a private message from the General; knowing he won't be getting a break thus the team he brought won't be getting a break as well.
The light soon dimmed as they approached the airfield which was a bit cleaner than a few hours before with raiders burning off of the runways so the gunships, vipers and raptors could land without obstruction. Picking up his gear, he ordered the ramp to be opened knowing his balance wasn't completely with him but he would rather get back to work then spend one day back in bed; stepping off as he turned to the approaching General, "Sir, good to see you on your feet."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 21:54:29 GMT -6
Ordering the pilot to pick up Romo's team just as other SF's signaled that they have located the 100 kiloton warhead and thus armed it but didn't know how long they could hold their position thus meaning it was a one way trip. Watching Romo board the gunship, the medics had finished doing most of the repair work on his wounds as the ramp closed once more and the gunship raced to get out of range of the nuclear warhead. Slipping back on his shirt, he could feel the jolt of the shockwave followed by putting on radiation sunglasses since the powerful light from the nuke shown through all the windows creating a blinding white light. Slipping on his bloody jacket, he slipped in his earpiece as well to hear a private message from the General; knowing he won't be getting a break thus the team he brought won't be getting a break as well. The light soon dimmed as they approached the airfield which was a bit cleaner than a few hours before with raiders burning off of the runways so the gunships, vipers and raptors could land without obstruction. Picking up his gear, he ordered the ramp to be opened knowing his balance wasn't completely with him but he would rather get back to work then spend one day back in bed; stepping off as he turned to the approaching General, "Sir, good to see you on your feet." Having the last of the Nomads securing the outer reaches of the airfield, he noticed the white flash in the distance only guessing that the nuke had been activated, something he wouldn't hope to happen to even the worst of enemies. The nuke was created towards the end of the Corinth/Sparta War and was part of the greatest victory of the entire Division since it didn't ever get fully deployed and no lives were lost. Spotting Michael's gunship landing, he spotted Michael stepping out to greet him as he saluted the man as well; "No, sirs, after all your a general as well. If we survive this, you may just keep your position considering the SF Division needs 3 Generals once more." Having him followed into one of the resupply hangers where he had a spare set of armor set aside for the young General, "I have a mission for you and if you can complete it then we'll have a way to get off world and back home. We have found a Basestar that is several miles from here and it appears they're alone which is good for us, you'll lead a small strike force onto that basestar and thus capture key points, from there the rest of us will follow thus using it to get off of this rock and back home where shit is hitting the fan."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 5, 2014 22:34:49 GMT -6
Taking off his jacket and pants, he wasted no time to slip into the armor which he had worn more than a decade ago during his first covert mission against Sparta which landed him in prison for a year. Slipping on the pants with knee guards with his boots as well as the chest armor, he slipped on his vest as well holsters as he spoke to the General; "You realize even if we succeed, one of us has to remind the council that we are doing this for the better of the alliance of course there might not be one after we get back," tapping his radio to alert Victor to get ready to go back out. Placing in his earpiece, he secured his tactical pad before placing his mask onto his head with the optics coming online before picking up the M4 he found with the spare magazines; slipping it into his vest before starting out of the hanger with his pack back on his back. Tapping his radio, he ordered a gunship to prepare for take off once more as he started his walk out to Victor's gunship where Tom was standing with his armor on as well; "We've got one last mission thus I need this team since my own team will be joining Jack as our back up."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 15, 2014 17:53:27 GMT -6
Landing onto the airfield, the medics had aided them with their injuries and gave them some nutrition bars to replenish their spent energy from the battle thus the ground assault. Skidding to a stop, most of the fighting has came to a complete stop since at least for now the SF's had taken out what was left of the home worlds fighting potential. Before he could get up to at least try and get a shower here, his radio went off with a few squeals indicating that Michael may have signed them up for another mission but it really didn't matter since Tom was outside waiting for them with fresh gear that seemed to make it there before them.
Setting his rifles aside, he slipped out of his BDU's and into the desert combat armor which appeared everyone else was wearing and now so was he. Transferring his gear to this light armor, he held off on slipping on the mask as he turned in Michael's direction; spotting several SF's behind the man who were carrying ammunition cases.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Mar 15, 2014 19:17:18 GMT -6
Even though they came in the same gunship, Tom noticed that Victor and the others were extremely tired from the last operation which knowing his history with Michael wasn't a good sign. Having the ramp lowered with fresh gear waiting for them, the last time he had seen gear like this was during the last war and well he knew it stopped the smaller arms but it hadn't been tested against the Cylons which has cut through the bulk of their other armor. Changing into the desert armor, he too received a message from Michael knowing that they were being tossed back into the fire.
Stripping his old gear, he slung his other rifle onto the back of his pack before grabbing his M4 which had seen most of the fighting. Slipping on his vest, he clipped the rifle onto his vest just as he spotted Michael heading towards them before turning to Samuel; "Suggest you kids take a shot or something cause what he's going to ask is going to be more than a casual walk."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 15, 2014 21:19:57 GMT -6
Walking towards them with ammunition crates, he had already stocked up on his gear but he needed the rest of them at the top of their game even after pushing them to the edge. Stepping onto the ramp, he removed his mask as he set it aside before looking them all over knowing that he would be asking for a lot from them and himself yet they needed to get off of this planet. Sending orders to the pilot, he had the SF Sergeants keep the ammo on the gunship while it prepared to take off once more but this would be the gunships last mission at least on the Cylon Home World.
Moving away from the ramp as it closed up, he turned to the men knowing that Victor will be seeing a side that most SF's don't show for it shows how brutal the force actually is. Clearing his throat, he spoke softly knowing he had to sprinkle some bullshit to get them on the same page; "SF Intelligence has found a suitable ride off world, a Basestar sitting a few miles from here and appears to be unknown to our presence. Our job is to take the Centurion operations, disable the engines, SLAVE the Hybrid and take control of the CCC before the ground forces arrive to do the heavy lifting. We can do this, most of you have trained to do this and well we'll survive after all I don't plan on dying on this pitiful rock," grasping his M4 that he had taken early on in this mission.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Mar 15, 2014 21:34:02 GMT -6
Listening to the general, he knew the man was asking for a lot then again the SF Division typically asks for a lot that's why he joined and this isn't the time to back down. Grasping onto his SMG, he turned to the man as he opened the ammo boxes to pull out the necessary mags so he could be more of an active member in this little attack. Slipping on his mask, he knew the general wasn't at the top of his game since he heard the man was shot not just once but twice where normally in the past he would have been protected.
Feeling the gunship take off, he knew even though there may not be troops on the ground the ship would be full of them thus making it rather difficult to move around undetected. Connecting his tactical pad to his HUD, he briefly heard the pilots being killed by incoming fire as he heard the simple order to brace for a rough landing...
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Terran Spec Ops.
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Bravo Squad; KDF
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Mar 16, 2014 9:02:50 GMT -6
Listening to the new set of orders, he too slipped on his mask which soon brought up his HUD though he knew it was going to be much like a shooting gallery. Getting the final message from the pilots, Tom hit the ramp blow away switch just as the gunship slid across the landing pad giving them mere seconds before it fell off; tossing out Victor and Samuel with Michael not too far behind with Evanna close by. Watching the gunship sliding off only to crash into the raiders below, opening fire on to the Centurions before giving them cover so they could run into the corridor.
Following behind them, he slid behind them as he ejected his empty magazine and soon reloaded; covering their flank. Alarms rang out as the gunship exploded with the raiders exploding as well, spotting the map on his HUD which was pretty much universal as he pointed them towards a maintenance room where they could move covertly.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 16, 2014 20:13:53 GMT -6
Sliding into the maintenance room, he magnetized the door with a special strip of metal to ensure the only way the Centurions could get in was to detonate the door which could be more valuable seconds to let them get ahead. Opening one of the tunnel hatches, he climbed in first with his rifle in hand, quietly walking through as the sound of machinery filled the small space. Dropping down onto the factory floor where new Centurions were being assembled, Michael began placing explosives everywhere before jogging along to the control console where he connected it to his tactical pad to send out a scrambler virus yet surprised they hadn't ran across any enemy skinjobs or Centurions.
Sending the signal to Jack to begin the ground attack, he knew Jack would draw the attention of the Centurions as Michael began his walk to the hatch knowing that they would have to jog through open corridors to get to the Hybrid chamber.
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Mar 16, 2014 20:43:31 GMT -6
Moving into position with the last of his Nomads behind him, he finally received the one signal that Michael had sent to him; ordering his men up the ramps. Jogging on up the ramps, he opened fire with the rest of his men onto the surprised Centurions, overrunning positions while the gunships and raptors landed above with SF's everywhere taking the hangers. Bullets began flying everywhere, running into Romo's force as they finally began to move into the corridor with the hangers being re-purposed as an infirmary for the injured which is so few for now.
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Terran Spec Ops.
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Bravo Squad; KDF
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Mar 16, 2014 21:00:44 GMT -6
Surprised by the little to no opposition, somehow it felt as if they were being led into a trap yet the Centurions seemed to forget the first rule which is to have the superior force where the SF has just that. Stepping into the corridor, it appeared they had surprised a small platoon, opening fire right away as both he and Michael took cover. Giving cover fire so Samuel and Victor could enter the corridor with Evanna not too far behind as they made no head way as if they were pinned down; exactly pinned down where the ground force was advancing. Turning to Michael, he knew soon they would be out of ammunition and even then they couldn't hold this position forever; "We need to advance or we'll be overran!"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 16, 2014 21:19:45 GMT -6
He knew Tom was right but even he knew of the risk of moving out of cover, nodding, he moved out of his cover to move ahead; feeling a slight jolt as a bullet cut into his right side not being stopped by the armor. Moving into cover once more, he could feel blood pouring down the right side of his body, trying to hide it as he noticed no more advancement from the others. Spotting only a few Centurions, he moved out of cover and began firing onto the Centurions not bothering to move into cover as he reloaded; feeling his armor taking impacts from the multiple bullets that were focused on him. He knew the bullets would go through but he wasn't going to fall back into cover especially now, taking out the last of the Centurions ahead of him but now he had to aid with the small army behind him.
Turning around, he soon got a bullet into his chest with several more before falling onto the ground but unwilling to give up as he crawled over to his rifle. Blood poured out of his open wounds, he only got to grasp his rifle as the Centurions fired several more rounds into his legs and back; forcing him to stop while his wounds poured out blood.
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