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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 16, 2014 21:32:00 GMT -6
Surprised by the fall of the general, he once believed that SF's were unstoppable yet with his former trainer and the only man that has been like a father for most of his life was now in a pool of his own blood. Turning to Tom who was focused on the fighting, he just couldn't leave Michael there dying on the floor; nodding to Samuel as he sprinted over to Michael's position. Slinging his rifle, he began to drag Michael over to the open hatch; leaving only a blood trail as he had Tom and Samuel surrender their medical supplies.
Attempting to patch up the holes in the man, he could hear the man breath very quietly as if he was trying to hold on; yet even if he patched up the holes the odds were against him. Kneeling down, he whispered to Michael as he tried to figure out how he was going to move the man; "Sir, stay with us, we need you especially now," tears rolling down his eyes and cheeks.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Mar 17, 2014 12:43:30 GMT -6
Spotting Victor trying to attend to the wounded General, he sprinted over to the man, dodging gunfire as he slid into cover. He knew Tom was trying to figure out what to do since they were down a man, slinging his rifle as he helped getting the near dead General onto his feet. With the infirmary well established onto the hanger deck, the two men knew they had to carry the General through sections of the ship that have yet to be freed yet he couldn't be left there. Handing his rifle and ammunition over to Tom and Evanna, he drew his pistol as he began walking with Victor knowing they would have to avoid the most direct routes to get the hanger bay while chatter continued over the radio of a small Nomad force racing to get to Tom's position.
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Sergeant Lewis
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Enlisted
Sergeant
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Post by Sergeant Lewis on Mar 17, 2014 18:38:56 GMT -6
:Nomad Sergeant Wilson:
The radio seemed to silence once Victor and Samuel sent the word that Michael was down and deep behind enemy lines; changing his mission from aiding to extracting the famed officer. Screwing on the suppressors and changing their suit to disperse their heat to keep the Centurions from locking on, moving away from the main force as they sprinted down the corridors with their fire limited to disabling the Centurions. Wasting no time in taking cover or even securing the valuable points, they slid in beside Samuel and Victor who were held up in a doorway covered in blood from the general.
Handing over a pair of rifles to the young men, the Sergeant had his men grab the General before nodding to Victor; "Get back to Tom while we take care of the general," nodding to reassure the men as they broke out the stretcher to get the man on before starting to long run back to the hanger bay.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 19:14:02 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. Moving into the corridors with his men, Romo knew his men could take this Basestar by swarm but for now they were a distraction for Tom's force; still shocked by the take down of Michael Thrax. Michael was a really good soldier. Refocusing his mind on the battle, he moved into cover while his men continued to push forward with Centurions falling so quickly due to their overwhelming force.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 17, 2014 22:12:43 GMT -6
:Nomad Sergeant Wilson: The radio seemed to silence once Victor and Samuel sent the word that Michael was down and deep behind enemy lines; changing his mission from aiding to extracting the famed officer. Screwing on the suppressors and changing their suit to disperse their heat to keep the Centurions from locking on, moving away from the main force as they sprinted down the corridors with their fire limited to disabling the Centurions. Wasting no time in taking cover or even securing the valuable points, they slid in beside Samuel and Victor who were held up in a doorway covered in blood from the general. Handing over a pair of rifles to the young men, the Sergeant had his men grab the General before nodding to Victor; "Get back to Tom while we take care of the general," nodding to reassure the men as they broke out the stretcher to get the man on before starting to long run back to the hanger bay. Nodding to the sergeant, he didn't notice the blood on his uniform till the Sergeant said anything but now with the General being whisked away to the infirmary; Victor knew they had to fall back to Tom. Checking over the M4 that the Sergeant had given to them, it wasn't much like their own which isn't with them but it would have to do at least for now. Signaling Samuel to take the lead, he followed in behind him surprised that they didn't leave too far where Tom was; sliding back into position and awaiting new orders from Tom.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Mar 19, 2014 0:05:52 GMT -6
Peering over at Victor and Samuel as they returned, he tossed his last grenade at the Centurions before turning to them once more knowing they weren't too far from the Hybrid. Tapping his radio, he needed to double check to see if all forces were already on board the Basestar which to be surprised most of them were. Reloading his rifle once more, he moved ahead with Victor and Samuel not too far behind as he slid into the Hybrid Chamber with most of the local resistance taken care of. Taking off his mask, he unplugged his tactical pad and soon plugged it into the Hybrid where already tried and true programs began to SLAVE the Hybrid quicker than before.
Tapping his radio once more, he began to input orders which the slaved Hybrid followed as the engines started up; "Hybrid is slaved and preparing for take off," inputting the coordinates to Terra into the navigation computer only hoping that by the time they get home that this Basestar will be theirs.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Mar 19, 2014 0:39:25 GMT -6
Finishing off the last of the Centurions, Jack and his Nomads began to push into the CCC where the skinjobs were apparently trying any tactic to keep them out but failing. Tossing in smoke grenades to cover up their entrance, Jack and the other Nomads switched over to heat vision as they stormed into the room; massacring the skinjobs in a mere instant with precision fire. Dragging the skinjobs into a stack, Jack connected his tactical pad into the console as he sent out a general hail to ensure no Terran would open fire on them especially considering how far they've come to get here. Ordering all raptors to prepare for flight as well as any Vipers since the gunships can't operate in space; he needed to ensure not just his brother but the wounded get the best help possible.
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Commander Cyogreeddie
Cylon Command Staff
Commander Coasta Berahs Shipyards
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Post by Commander Cyogreeddie on May 15, 2014 18:56:20 GMT -6
Completing the long series of redline jumps necessary to return to cylon controlled space, the Warhammer arrives at the outermost outskirts of the cylon home world star system. Preliminary navigation checks confirm that the Warhammer is now surprisingly close to where Eddie wanted her to be.
... Sit rep ...
... Pulsar navigation confirms proper coordinates ... We are where we want to be Sir ..
... very well ... commence attack run ...
... aye sir ... commencing attack run ...
With this order, the Warhammer starts to move forward at maximum acceleration directly at the cylon home world. the entire bridge crew knows what needs to be done and are completing their tasks with machine-like precision. Eddie just sits back and watches the evolution happen, content knowing that he still has one of the finest crews anywhere in this galaxy. The precision is utterly astounding.
Halfway through the acceleration run, COMMS reports .. Commander ... Wireless traffic on all frequencies appears to be extremely low for an invasion ... There is absolutely nothing on any of the frequencies typically used by the Colonials for their combat COMMS ...
Eddie is a bit confused. If there were an active invasion, there definitely would be combat COMMS traffic of some sort. He walks over to the communications panel to verify this personally, and sure enough there is nothing for traffic; no detectable transmissions in any of the communications bands, no spurious emissions, no jamming, nothing. Eddie wonders if he is already too late. ... send a secure encrypted broadband IFF transmission to the headquarters on the cylon home world ...
... Aye sir ... The COMMS officer proceeds to send the encrypted Identification Friend or Foe message, and both wait for a response...
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Commander Cyogreeddie
Cylon Command Staff
Commander Coasta Berahs Shipyards
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Post by Commander Cyogreeddie on May 24, 2014 15:41:31 GMT -6
As Eddie waits for the return IFF codes, there is a slight shudder in the ship. followed by some metal 'groaning'. Eddie surmises that this is from the added strain of the sheer mass of the asteroid in his hangar bay. This is followed by a sudden jolt that throws everyone in the CIC to the floor, followed in turn by a very bright white light..... then nothing.....
From space, the Warhammer erupts into several successive balls of fire and flotsam as her power centers rupture and explode. In a matter of a few seconds, the mighty Warhammer is reduced to nothing but twisted pieces of metal and hybrid flesh-like goo. The asteroid that was in the hangar bay emerges a bit scarred and singed, but proceeds on its path towards the cylon home world. Since the final attack velocity was never reached, it passes harmlessly behind the planet and eventually into the star of this system.................. END OF LINE...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 19:16:48 GMT -6
DS and Cherise enters into a private location on the home world. A laboratory rests in the desert sands, providing Centurion's to the Empire. And now that Cherise and Flo are in the Empire, the process will be faster.
Cherise, this is my old laboratory. I have thousands upon thousands of Centurions awaiting your upgrades. This will be yours.
Thank you. By Your Command.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 19:23:37 GMT -6
Cherise bows to her Supreme Commander then enters the lab. Her eyes widen when she sees inside, more than 10 thousand Centurion's stand before her. Most outdated but it will be easy to update then. Their weapons and armor with be new, more powerful and stronger. Combat Centurions Special Forces
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 19:31:38 GMT -6
DS enters an old abandoned outpost, finding it in shambles. A frown pasted onto her face, she looks around and sends an encrypted message to the Ares.
::Transmission::
Anna begin order 572 immediately.
Flo begin construction on the basestar. Update guns and all Centurions
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