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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 14:26:52 GMT -6
Knowing Jack wasn't telling him something Liam was feeling well enough to stand and walk on his own a little bit. Grabbing a new jacket from a private. Sliding his good arm through the sleeve and making his way over to where Rebecca was standing. Clearing his throat to get her attention. This was hard but he felt like it was something he had to do.
"Rebecca, thank you for pulling me out of there. I know you well enough that your priority was going after the General. Once we get back, I am requesting you be rewarded a medal for it."
Liam finished what he had to say, but before she could say something Quinto turned and walked over to where a pair of lieutenants were looking over a map.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Oct 4, 2013 19:30:52 GMT -6
Getting up from his nap, he noticed Liam walking around as he picked up his prepared pack while slipping on his heavy overcoat with Rebecca still asleep; grabbing his M4 as well as a pistol and grenade launcher. Walking over to the kid, he slipped on his holsters while tucking his spare magazines into it as well; "Liam, if you think your ready for some action then get dressed, sir, leaving in five minutes while its still a bit dark," he knew Liam would be ready since the kid was now walking around. They would have to back travel all those miles back to the base and then figure out where Romo went from there which meant they could be out for days before reporting back in, packing a few UAV's for long range secure communication to Jack while they were out.
Slipping on a bandana to protect his face from the cold as he zipped up his jacket as he clipped his rifle to his jacket and slipping on his bulky gloves while the men loaded up on sniper rifles which would be useful on this little walk.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 13:55:05 GMT -6
Turning around to see Tom standing getting ready for the reconnaissance that Jack had put him on. Liam knew he wasn't a hundred percent but he was ready to get back out there. Calling a private over and telling him to get his gear ready. Looking over to the Major, and asking him.
"So what little adventure does Jack want to send us on know?"
Quinto smiled as he took the tactical vest from the private. Gingerly putting it on and clipping the P90 on the vest. Strapping a thigh holder on and skidding his custom 1911 pistol into the holster. As he was finishing the rest of the five person team had assembled and they were ready to move out.
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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 Oct 8, 2013 14:33:52 GMT -6
Stepping outside with Liam as he turned to the man, "We're tasked with finding Romo and if he has more men then begin a resistance till help arrives which could be soon or never," taking a deep breath. He started out of the fortress as he started down the icy cliff face onto solid ground, he couldn't backtrack where they've been since Centurions would be there waiting for them which meant they had to go through the snow and take a direct western route through the wide open which is something they could do at great risk. Tying off, he started down the cliff which was quite a drop before dropping down onto waist high snow; "I know your not exactly at one hundred percent but I need a sniper and well what kind of person would I be if I left you there to sit on your ass?"
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Gen. Jack Thrax
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Oct 10, 2013 6:53:51 GMT -6
Waking up thanks to his watch alarm, he noticed the interior got a bit warmer as he got up before walking over to a bit of the glow stones which was standard equipment for Terran SF's to carry. Warming up his hands, he noticed Rebecca still asleep but Tom was gone which meant he left without her and probably took someone else with him as he walked over to nudge Rebecca; "Major, get up! Where is your squad?"
He knew Tom would leave early but wasn't sure how early, looking over his watch as he tried to figure out what to do today since they're defenses were pretty solid but if Michael ever showed up then he would head to the base. Waking up Allison before walking over to Rebecca, "I need you to setup a squad of four consisting of you and Allison with 2 snipers and back track to the base to setup a sentry post overlooking the base and setup a 24 hour watch till further notice."
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Oct 11, 2013 20:05:10 GMT -6
Waking up, she wasn't surprised that Tom had left without her but as she listened she knew going back to the base was going to be a bit tricky but if rescue ever came then they would start there. Getting up, she noticed a pack had already been made as she slipped on a heavy coat before picking up two sniper rifles as well as her M4 as she kicked Allison awake; they had a small break in the storm which was bombarding the fort overnight which has been dropping temperatures for them. Terrans may be some great fighters but they were really sensible to the temperatures specifically the cold and the heat then again the Terrans were born on a tropical world where they avoid such extremes but the SF's had special training to deal with these extreme changes.
Walking over to the General who was still fighting to stay alive but also fighting the cold, she patted the old man on his arm to signal him to stay alive before turning to Allison; "Get your lazy ass up, we have a job to do."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 16:51:16 GMT -6
Following Tom outside, the cold wind hit his face and he lifted up his bandanna over his nose and mouth. Carefully making it down the cliff he waited for the team to catch up. Turning to Tom again.
"Plus, I'm the best sniper you got."
Quinto smiled and grabbed his sniper rifle from the Lieutenant. His chest was sore and he had limited mobility in his left arm but it was coming back slowly. Teeming down the icy path he looked down, holding his fist up for his team to stop. Pointing at the Centurion tracks that went off toward the airfield they were headed.
"I thought Centurions had trouble with low temperatures. Do your think the skin jobs figured out a way to insulate them?"
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Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Oct 13, 2013 17:02:17 GMT -6
Quieting down, Liam's comment caused him to laugh a bit as he peered down at the Centurion, "He's probably got anti-freeze in his system instead of oil," taking a deep breath as carefully climbed down to get closer. Staying low, he stayed behind cover as he reached the Centurion before tossing a grenade its way, destroying it instantly as he drew his pistol before approaching the debris to see a few bullet holes into it; tapping his radio as he stayed on the emergency channel. Picking up a round from the debris as he tucked it into his jacket, "This bastard has been shot up several times and it appears the Cylons attempted to repair it with their own spare parts but," pausing as he picked up the Centurion's tactical pad, "and we have a link to the Cylon network which should give us some heads up."
Calling down a Lieutenant to bury this bit of debris, he holstered his pistol before taking his rifle once more; "We'll have to avoid the air strip which means we're going have to go through the Battlestar Graveyard which is going to a bit tricky and hot as hell," hes already been through the graveyard, shit, he was there when it happened and well its nothing pleasant or safe but it provided tons of cover.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 19:19:53 GMT -6
Waking up, she wasn't surprised that Tom had left without her but as she listened she knew going back to the base was going to be a bit tricky but if rescue ever came then they would start there. Getting up, she noticed a pack had already been made as she slipped on a heavy coat before picking up two sniper rifles as well as her M4 as she kicked Allison awake; they had a small break in the storm which was bombarding the fort overnight which has been dropping temperatures for them. Terrans may be some great fighters but they were really sensible to the temperatures specifically the cold and the heat then again the Terrans were born on a tropical world where they avoid such extremes but the SF's had special training to deal with these extreme changes. Walking over to the General who was still fighting to stay alive but also fighting the cold, she patted the old man on his arm to signal him to stay alive before turning to Allison; "Get your lazy ass up, we have a job to do." Getting up, she hadn't been able to sleep thanks to the cold which meant she was awake for most of it as she jumped up onto her feet, still quenching her jacket as she got up with her rifle in hand as well. Wiping the frost off the receiver, she gathered spare ammunition from one of her fellow SF's as well as a spare pack; slinging a spare sniper rifle over her shoulder before following the Major out of the base. They had some provisions to last a while but if they were going to be out for extended time then they would have to hunt and filter the water, loading up a few hot stones before dropping down onto the snow. Free climbing down the cliff and onto the wet stone, they were going to retrace their steps and basically watch over the base which they all knew if a team was going to come for them then they would start there. It was a bit rare not to see any Centurions along the path but then again the Centurions had SF training which meant they could be watching right now waiting to strike, shedding the heavy winter clothing and tucking it aside in a cubby hole encase they needed them later.
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Oct 20, 2013 19:50:22 GMT -6
Tucking her jacket into the small cave before piling rocks at the entrance with a red marker on it, taking point as she stepped into the dense forest that they had been through not too long ago. Finding a suitable area that they could make base camp and also have eyes on not just the base but on the other mountains as they began to setup vantage points, assigning duties to one another to begin setting up their base camp. Taking off her jacket, she hung up her vest before setting up her first position as she took aim at the base; giving a task over to Allison thus the others to take a few hour shifts on the scopes and begin making a camo cover so not even the raiders could spot them on fly bys.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 21:06:42 GMT -6
Still drifting in and out, Ramsey knew he couldn't make more blood for the fact that he had lost so much his body was weak thus he was restricted to the bed and dazing in and out for the most part. He had been shot once during the Corinth/Spartan War and spent months in a Gondawan hospital but this moment was even worst since there isn't any other Gondawans to donate blood to him. Hearing the beeping on his watch which alerted him that check in was in the next few hours but it triggered a flash back for him:
Four years into Corinth/Sparta War, he had been in constant feuds not with the Spartans but with Corinth Intelligence and his fellow Generals who saw the war coming to a close for them since the latest set of battles forced them to retreat with heavy losses. He knew Michael was captured by the Spartans by no idea on where he was since the Spartan Spec Ops moved him so often which meant it was time to find his missing SF and he couldn't leave the man to die in the hands of the Spartans...
Waking up, he took a deep breath knowing he's reliving history now but he was lost and not Michael. Was Michael going to come for him? Or was he going to die on this foolish mission of revenge? For the first time in a long time, tears ran down the old man's face knowing that he was unsure of nothing other than they had to hold on which meant he had to hold onto his dear life and keep the grim reaper at bay after all, Michael and the Corps wouldn't leave them behind since there was a possibility that they were still alive.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 22, 2013 9:40:55 GMT -6
The raptor finished a long series of jumps, jumping into lower orbit before heading down to the surface as a map came up to the pilots to where Michael wanted to be dropped off with his men; setting course as they flew to the location. Standing on board the larger Cargo Raptor, Michael stood on the bomb bay doors which were made just for quick insertion missions much like one that they were about to perform. Connecting a safety line to the top of the raptor which would hold the bomb rack, he spotted while Delta 475 did the same with Albert's squad moving up; slipping his hat into his vest while he slipped on his gloves. They were going to be dropped off in a region full of dunes to ensure a soft landing and it was going to be a few miles south of the base which was great for investigation since there is a good chance it won't be monitored. Slipping his desert goggles on, the goggles were developed to keep sand out of ones eyes while being compatible with his night vision goggles; lifting his bandanna up a bit to block out the sand as the pilots began to open the doors. Free hanging, the pilots had control of their ropes now as they flew over the desert, yelling good luck to them before disconnecting the ropes as they all fell onto a dune below; watching the raptor leave before it jumped away for good.
Rolling down the dune, Michael got back onto his feet as he helped Delta up before turning to Albert; "My team will head north while your team heads west to search, check in every 12 hours on your tactical pad, if we find them then get with them and aid in anyway. The Gondawan fleet will be here in two months so we secure our people, exterminate the threat and we wait, no one knows we're here and even more a check in patrol from the Icarus will be here in two weeks to ensure we've succeeded in something," patting the kid on his shoulder, "and no sirs."
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Oct 23, 2013 18:41:32 GMT -6
Still drifting in and out, Ramsey knew he couldn't make more blood for the fact that he had lost so much his body was weak thus he was restricted to the bed and dazing in and out for the most part. He had been shot once during the Corinth/Spartan War and spent months in a Gondawan hospital but this moment was even worst since there isn't any other Gondawans to donate blood to him. Hearing the beeping on his watch which alerted him that check in was in the next few hours but it triggered a flash back for him: Four years into Corinth/Sparta War, he had been in constant feuds not with the Spartans but with Corinth Intelligence and his fellow Generals who saw the war coming to a close for them since the latest set of battles forced them to retreat with heavy losses. He knew Michael was captured by the Spartans by no idea on where he was since the Spartan Spec Ops moved him so often which meant it was time to find his missing SF and he couldn't leave the man to die in the hands of the Spartans...Waking up, he took a deep breath knowing he's reliving history now but he was lost and not Michael. Was Michael going to come for him? Or was he going to die on this foolish mission of revenge? For the first time in a long time, tears ran down the old man's face knowing that he was unsure of nothing other than they had to hold on which meant he had to hold onto his dear life and keep the grim reaper at bay after all, Michael and the Corps wouldn't leave them behind since there was a possibility that they were still alive. Noticing the General waking up once more, he knew the man was fading both in and out due to the limited blood but the only solution he could think of was nanites or search through the Battlestar graveyard for anything that would aid. Ordering a team of snipers to get ready to move out, he patted the General on his shoulder before getting up to get his own rifle and started out of the fortress; starting out of the base and into the waist high snow. Walking across the snow and to a series of ropes which had been put in place by a team before him, sliding down onto the forest floor where he shedded his heavy gear and which had his desert fatigues underneath the heavy coat. Walking past his other recon teams, it wasn't long that they were in the makeshift desert that had been created by the Centurions in an attempt to hunt them down; knowing it was at least a days' walk till they reached the Battlestar graveyard.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 20:20:34 GMT -6
Hearing what sounded like a sonic boom, Allison began to scan over the base through her scope which appeared that the Centurions had begun to burn the SF bodies but were alerted to the sound. Taking a deep breath, she wrote it down in the log book while Rebecca slept, keeping her eye on the scope while she tried to peer out into the desert but she couldn't see much since she had a limited angle.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 25, 2013 7:30:57 GMT -6
The raptor finished a long series of jumps, jumping into lower orbit before heading down to the surface as a map came up to the pilots to where Michael wanted to be dropped off with his men; setting course as they flew to the location. Standing on board the larger Cargo Raptor, Michael stood on the bomb bay doors which were made just for quick insertion missions much like one that they were about to perform. Connecting a safety line to the top of the raptor which would hold the bomb rack, he spotted while Delta 475 did the same with Albert's squad moving up; slipping his hat into his vest while he slipped on his gloves. They were going to be dropped off in a region full of dunes to ensure a soft landing and it was going to be a few miles south of the base which was great for investigation since there is a good chance it won't be monitored. Slipping his desert goggles on, the goggles were developed to keep sand out of ones eyes while being compatible with his night vision goggles; lifting his bandanna up a bit to block out the sand as the pilots began to open the doors. Free hanging, the pilots had control of their ropes now as they flew over the desert, yelling good luck to them before disconnecting the ropes as they all fell onto a dune below; watching the raptor leave before it jumped away for good. Rolling down the dune, Michael got back onto his feet as he helped Delta up before turning to Albert; "My team will head north while your team heads west to search, check in every 12 hours on your tactical pad, if we find them then get with them and aid in anyway. The Gondawan fleet will be here in two months so we secure our people, exterminate the threat and we wait, no one knows we're here and even more a check in patrol from the Icarus will be here in two weeks to ensure we've succeeded in something," patting the kid on his shoulder, "and no sirs." Clipping onto the rope much like Michael had, they were soon on the ground and on the dune as he rolled down to the surface; keeping his rifle clipped to his vest as he slid it around to his back before changing over to his sniper rifle. Tossing the caps aside, he looked down at his tactical pad as it lined it up with the west, helping Samuel up as he screwed on his suppressor; giving the general a sloppy salute as they parted ways. Moving ahead of the rest of them, he took point knowing that they would be in the desert about since they landed in what is the midwest which even from orbit appeared to be a big desert; climbing over a dune to see something few people see. The satellite that was going to be the orbital defense for this planet was down below and it was massive considering he could see the aft section almost a mile away, it appeared to survive its crash but even more he could see a humvee beside it which meant someone was here a few days ago. Sliding down the dune, he kept his eye on his scope as he slowly approached the humvee to feel the engine was cold before opening the door to see it was completely cleaned out; signaling Samuel to come on down while he worked on climbing above the crashed satellite to get a view of the area.
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