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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Sept 13, 2019 0:31:42 GMT -6
Walking out of the building, he placed his vest and rifle into the back of the car against the slip resistant cargo floor. Slipping back on the watch, he was careful with it since it was a prototype never built and one he found in the vault. It would've changed the Terrans but instead buried for being radically different but for him it was better than a blocky tablet. That could be the same reasoning for why he likes Demetria, she's different than the small pool of women he knows and she likes adventure. To come to Kobol for R&R, she probably was looking for her sister but this place is untamed and often pulls one into an adventure. Opening the door for both her and Apollo, the sense of adventure was with him as well. He was here, the home of the gods, helping to expand their knowledge on this mysterious world. The ruins could have that answer and maybe explain who lived in this region. His watch had informed him that the others were in the artic tracking down the origins of the 13th tribe while he figured out the origins of simpler matters. Speaking softly, he knew they could make the most of the day; "If they can track down your sister then maybe we can have dinner or what not with them." Settling into her seat, Demetria waited until the car was moving away from the safe house, taking a moment to gaze out the window at the passing buildings, people carrying on with their lives as if nothing had happened and their home hadn’t been lost. She admired their, remembering the feelings she harbored about having to leave home. But that was the beauty of Kobol. It was new to them, offering the opportunity to be more than the Colonies were. “Let’s hope they are in the mood to receive visitors.” Looking over at Gabriel, she smiled nervously only to mask it with a short chuckle. “You Taurons can be stubborn and hot headed, and I would prefer to stay on her good side, if that’s possible.” Smirking, she didn’t know her sister as well as some of the others did, but knew that being here was something she clearly had to do. She wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t make her nervous or wonder, but it was less worrisome that she didn’t have to do it alone. Having him there had turned out to be a welcomed surprise. “Maybe she had it right, though. Disappearing for a while doesn’t seem like a terrible idea.” She assumed it was some sort of effect from the planet, perhaps drawing her in with the idea of exploration and more. Driving through the city, Gabriel listened as he placed his hand down in the center console as he spoke softly to her; "Maybe she disappeared cause of Michael, her husband, probably doesn't know your planetside," slowing down as they approached the main gate where he had his ID in hand with the destination in hand. Handing it over, the guard handed him a black envelope before opening the main gate. Placing the envelope in the center console, the car transitioned from concrete to a dirt path as he continued towards the ruins; "As a Tauron, I can tell you that the women are quite hot headed and far more aggressive towards relationships," pulling off to the side. Gabe opened the envelope to see a small note with a General Kodiak written on the bottom. He had never met anyone by that name but knew he would be at the ruins. Whispering to her, he knew all about disappearing acts and the risk associated with it from his time on Tauron; "You won't be disappearing too far and what would I do without you? Drink tea alone?" |
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Post by Gen. William Tyson on Sept 16, 2019 10:03:51 GMT -6
The news of the arrest and the confession spreaded like wildfire and soon the arrest of others who acted with the declined General. Even though this was a new place, killing allies as well as working with the enemy was still quite frowned upon even by him. William knew someone compromised those past operations but could never imagine it was a fellow SF from the same Alpha Unit. Plus working with the Cylons, there was a lot of blood on Lucius White's hands but he needed to suggest a name that could guide operations in the Artic and could work with the Colonials.
Sending the encrypted message, William took a seat on a column as he waited for the Tauron with gear beside him. Daedalus was important and he knew every minute that Daedalus was running around that those exploration teams were at risk. Even more, the kid couldn't do it alone but would have to enlist one of the better trackers and scouts they had. If they could take Daedalus alive, they would have one of the most important assets to date and access to knowledge that has eluded them.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer 
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 16, 2019 19:34:26 GMT -6
Driving through the city, Gabriel listened as he placed his hand down in the center console as he spoke softly to her; "Maybe she disappeared cause of Michael, her husband, probably doesn't know your planetside," slowing down as they approached the main gate where he had his ID in hand with the destination in hand. Handing it over, the guard handed him a black envelope before opening the main gate. Placing the envelope in the center console, the car transitioned from concrete to a dirt path as he continued towards the ruins; "As a Tauron, I can tell you that the women are quite hot headed and far more aggressive towards relationships," pulling off to the side. Gabe opened the envelope to see a small note with a General Kodiak written on the bottom. He had never met anyone by that name but knew he would be at the ruins. Whispering to her, he knew all about disappearing acts and the risk associated with it from his time on Tauron; "You won't be disappearing too far and what would I do without you? Drink tea alone?" She sighed quietly in relief once they had passed through the gates and the city was soon growing small behind them before falling out of sight, the car gently bumping along the dirt pathway. Demetria smiled at his words, knowing them to be true enough just from what she’d witnessed through her sister. She was a stubborn woman, aggressive when needed, and whatever the reason for being here, nothing would sway her away from it. “If anything, I got the opportunity to see the sights before I get my ass chewed out for being here.” Laughing softly, she put the thought out of her mind to enjoy the small window of time they had now. If she wasn’t here, he would have likely been covered up in work, something she was possibly keeping him from at the moment anyway. And she would have been consumed by the entirety of the CIC, looking to keep things in order on a barely functioning ship. “Don’t worry, you would have Apollo to keep you company,” she smiled, eyes widening slightly when the car came to a stop. “Though it’s fairly lonely when you’re exploring alone, or having tea... You might miss seeing me make a fool out of myself.” |
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Sept 16, 2019 20:17:42 GMT -6
Driving through the city, Gabriel listened as he placed his hand down in the center console as he spoke softly to her; "Maybe she disappeared cause of Michael, her husband, probably doesn't know your planetside," slowing down as they approached the main gate where he had his ID in hand with the destination in hand. Handing it over, the guard handed him a black envelope before opening the main gate. Placing the envelope in the center console, the car transitioned from concrete to a dirt path as he continued towards the ruins; "As a Tauron, I can tell you that the women are quite hot headed and far more aggressive towards relationships," pulling off to the side. Gabe opened the envelope to see a small note with a General Kodiak written on the bottom. He had never met anyone by that name but knew he would be at the ruins. Whispering to her, he knew all about disappearing acts and the risk associated with it from his time on Tauron; "You won't be disappearing too far and what would I do without you? Drink tea alone?" She sighed quietly in relief once they had passed through the gates and the city was soon growing small behind them before falling out of sight, the car gently bumping along the dirt pathway. Demetria smiled at his words, knowing them to be true enough just from what she’d witnessed through her sister. She was a stubborn woman, aggressive when needed, and whatever the reason for being here, nothing would sway her away from it. “If anything, I got the opportunity to see the sights before I get my ass chewed out for being here.” Laughing softly, she put the thought out of her mind to enjoy the small window of time they had now. If she wasn’t here, he would have likely been covered up in work, something she was possibly keeping him from at the moment anyway. And she would have been consumed by the entirety of the CIC, looking to keep things in order on a barely functioning ship. “Don’t worry, you would have Apollo to keep you company,” she smiled, eyes widening slightly when the car came to a stop. “Though it’s fairly lonely when you’re exploring alone, or having tea... You might miss seeing me make a fool out of myself.” Laughing a bit, he pulled over to the side as he noticed the General waiting next to a column; "How about this, I go talk to him and you think about staying and explore with me," opening the car door, "I think he might follow you and I prefer your company over his," stepping out of the car as he walked over to the awaiting General. Shaking his hand, Kodiak kept his voice down as he kept his eye on the young Tauron; "Got a mission for you and need him alive. His name is Daedalus and he's a high value asset that can help us here. Also need you to track down Sparky and Firecracker, two highly talented trackers and scouts. I'll upload possible coordinates to your watch but here's the difficulty," pausing as he crossed his arms, "road ends five miles out. Horses can only take you so far till you have to go by foot and be careful cause you'll be ahead of exploration teams. Daedalus knows this place better so don't try to outsmart him," handing him the two crates, "the new vector rifles. SMG by design, .45 ACP and will be useful out there. Good luck, Grif."Carrying the boxes back to the car, this was missions he had used to do and knew Kobol was dangerous enough as he placed them in the trunk. Gabe knew anyone good enough for a code name was someone dangerous but knew they had one advantage which was Apollo. The dog is that of a Terran breed and a dog which could work with the environment that he hoped would be useful here. Walking around to the driver's side as he sat back down, noticing the upload was complete before turning to Demetria; "So you still looking for adventure or the dead quietness of a Battlestar is good enough. And don't worry, I'll show you how to fire better than those Battlestar Marines," starting up the car as he handed Apollo a snack. Attachments:
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Sept 21, 2019 21:17:41 GMT -6
Laughing a bit, he pulled over to the side as he noticed the General waiting next to a column; "How about this, I go talk to him and you think about staying and explore with me," opening the car door, "I think he might follow you and I prefer your company over his," stepping out of the car as he walked over to the awaiting General. Shaking his hand, Kodiak kept his voice down as he kept his eye on the young Tauron; "Got a mission for you and need him alive. His name is Daedalus and he's a high value asset that can help us here. Also need you to track down Sparky and Firecracker, two highly talented trackers and scouts. I'll upload possible coordinates to your watch but here's the difficulty," pausing as he crossed his arms, "road ends five miles out. Horses can only take you so far till you have to go by foot and be careful cause you'll be ahead of exploration teams. Daedalus knows this place better so don't try to outsmart him," handing him the two crates, "the new vector rifles. SMG by design, .45 ACP and will be useful out there. Good luck, Grif."Carrying the boxes back to the car, this was missions he had used to do and knew Kobol was dangerous enough as he placed them in the trunk. Gabe knew anyone good enough for a code name was someone dangerous but knew they had one advantage which was Apollo. The dog is that of a Terran breed and a dog which could work with the environment that he hoped would be useful here. Walking around to the driver's side as he sat back down, noticing the upload was complete before turning to Demetria; "So you still looking for adventure or the dead quietness of a Battlestar is good enough. And don't worry, I'll show you how to fire better than those Battlestar Marines," starting up the car as he handed Apollo a snack. Despite the quick change of direction, it did nothing to change Demetria’s mind. The thrill of their upcoming adventure and the realization that she wanted more than simply confinement to a ship for the rest of her life was still strong, curiosity pushing her to stay longer and help make something of this place. As she waited patiently with Apollo’s gaze intently focused on the two men, she took a moment to look around at the ruins, a reminder of the amazement she’d felt when tagging along with her mother’s research group as a child. Old relics and their history was something that had always played with her interests, and being here now showed her that it was once again possible to have that focus back. Waiting until Gabriel had returned, she listened to the hum of the engine as she turned to him, no doubt in mind of what was before them. Kobol had proved to be full of changes and opportunities, and running into him again was proof that things could turn around for the better when least expected. “We’ve made it this far and I haven’t turned back yet. Have a little faith, I won’t shoot you,” she laughed, still unsure of her shooting abilities after years of barely handling a sidearm, and the lack action or training on the ship, though she remembered enough. “I did say I’d be watching your back, after all. I’ll try not to become too distracted...by the ruins, of course,” she smirked, reaching back to scratch the pup on the head. |
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Post by Captain Tony Conner on Sept 26, 2019 19:27:55 GMT -6
Sitting in a cafe in New Corinth, Tony sat with his partner with a cup of coffee still warm with heat vapors coming off the cocoa blown liquid. There was a light creamer but with the coffee barely touched the design slowly began to fade. Dressed in a partial suit, he had everything excluding the tie but mainly due to the fact it was a warm day but black gloves over his hands which held a tablet containing contracts for them. Unlike most people here, Anthony and his partner didn't reside from Terra or even the Colonies but from an ancient Terran colony called Hellion Prime. It was a desolate place that man and machine worked together till the Culons came. They disrupted the way of life and turned their machines against them so a few escaped before the Cylons nuked the planet making them both a nearly extinct people. Nowhere else to go, they've made Kobol their home while the others went out to avenge the billions dead. The contracts on the tablet was how they made their living but this looked more like covert work than anything else. - Kobol Ha'La Tha Boss
- Tauron Ha'La Tha Don
- Terran Black Cobra Boss
- Terran Black Cobra Don
These were the last major crime families and the plan was to eliminate them once and for all so they can get from under their thumb. |
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Post by Jake McNeill on Sept 26, 2019 22:25:31 GMT -6
Sitting in a cafe in New Corinth, Tony sat with his partner with a cup of coffee still warm with heat vapors coming off the cocoa blown liquid. There was a light creamer but with the coffee barely touched the design slowly began to fade. Dressed in a partial suit, he had everything excluding the tie but mainly due to the fact it was a warm day but black gloves over his hands which held a tablet containing contracts for them. Unlike most people here, Anthony and his partner didn't reside from Terra or even the Colonies but from an ancient Terran colony called Hellion Prime. It was a desolate place that man and machine worked together till the Culons came. They disrupted the way of life and turned their machines against them so a few escaped before the Cylons nuked the planet making them both a nearly extinct people. Nowhere else to go, they've made Kobol their home while the others went out to avenge the billions dead. The contracts on the tablet was how they made their living but this looked more like covert work than anything else. - Kobol Ha'La Tha Boss
- Tauron Ha'La Tha Don
- Terran Black Cobra Boss
- Terran Black Cobra Don
These were the last major crime families and the plan was to eliminate them once and for all so they can get from under their thumb. Twisting his throwing knife in hand, Jake wore more of full suit with a gray vest, gray shirt with a red tie but with black pants and his black overcoat. Wearing a fedora with his thin framed blue sunglasses and wearing black gloves as well but converses since they were much more flexible. In front of him, he had a Caprican herbal tea that has since gone cold with the herbs floating to the surface in the dark orange liquid. He's got crumpets which he had been nibbling on while figuring out how to fulfill this contract. Getting out of the city was difficult since only military personnel were allowed out so possibly hijacking a ride out? The underside of the vehicle would be tight but doable but no resupply so out with everything. Speaking up, Jake knew the weight of his gear and as a CQC expert that he couldn't go without it; "Military shipments leave every second day of the week so tonight. Take all of our gear, connect to the chassis and ride out with them then go our own way." |
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Post by Captain Tony Conner on Sept 28, 2019 2:08:52 GMT -6
Sitting in a cafe in New Corinth, Tony sat with his partner with a cup of coffee still warm with heat vapors coming off the cocoa blown liquid. There was a light creamer but with the coffee barely touched the design slowly began to fade. Dressed in a partial suit, he had everything excluding the tie but mainly due to the fact it was a warm day but black gloves over his hands which held a tablet containing contracts for them. Unlike most people here, Anthony and his partner didn't reside from Terra or even the Colonies but from an ancient Terran colony called Hellion Prime. It was a desolate place that man and machine worked together till the Culons came. They disrupted the way of life and turned their machines against them so a few escaped before the Cylons nuked the planet making them both a nearly extinct people. Nowhere else to go, they've made Kobol their home while the others went out to avenge the billions dead. The contracts on the tablet was how they made their living but this looked more like covert work than anything else. - Kobol Ha'La Tha Boss
- Tauron Ha'La Tha Don
- Terran Black Cobra Boss
- Terran Black Cobra Don
These were the last major crime families and the plan was to eliminate them once and for all so they can get from under their thumb. Twisting his throwing knife in hand, Jake wore more of full suit with a gray vest, gray shirt with a red tie but with black pants and his black overcoat. Wearing a fedora with his thin framed blue sunglasses and wearing black gloves as well but converses since they were much more flexible. In front of him, he had a Caprican herbal tea that has since gone cold with the herbs floating to the surface in the dark orange liquid. He's got crumpets which he had been nibbling on while figuring out how to fulfill this contract. Getting out of the city was difficult since only military personnel were allowed out so possibly hijacking a ride out? The underside of the vehicle would be tight but doable but no resupply so out with everything. Speaking up, Jake knew the weight of his gear and as a CQC expert that he couldn't go without it; "Military shipments leave every second day of the week so tonight. Take all of our gear, connect to the chassis and ride out with them then go our own way." Picking up his warm cup of coffee while listening, there seemed to be a big problem with his plan mainly since Tony was much bigger than his counterpart. Thinking, he asked for another cup of coffee while working on an alternative since his size and gear would work against him; "Remember that Caprica job? I'll travel as cargo and once the convoy stops I'll disembark. It'll divert us but we can travel from there," getting his fresh cup of coffee as he noticed Jake tucking away his blade, "so we'll just need shipment papers and official stamps for possibly medical shipment since no one would open the container." Taking one of the crumpets, Jake turned back to him as he set down the cubits for the bill; "I'll buy lunch and pack our food for the trip but you'll have some work to do." |
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