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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jun 14, 2019 2:15:53 GMT -6
Riding onto the well established road, Samuel and John rode ahead to scout as soldiers walked by on the way back to the base. With the lingering threat, these soldiers would effectively be their backup which he hoped that that this was just a few comets or space debris. Speaking softly on the radio, Samuel slipped on his sunglasses as he patted his horse; "This definitely beats walking."
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Post by John November on Jun 14, 2019 14:43:03 GMT -6
Riding onto the well established road, Samuel and John rode ahead to scout as soldiers walked by on the way back to the base. With the lingering threat, these soldiers would effectively be their backup which he hoped that that this was just a few comets or space debris. Speaking softly on the radio, Samuel slipped on his sunglasses as he patted his horse; "This definitely beats walking." Sticking beside Samuel, John had fond memories of his father breeding horses for military purposes and avid riders. The Terran horses were tough and intelligent but these must've surpassed them to survive in such a hostile environment. Holding the reins with his bad arm, he laughed at Samuel's comment for this was definitely faster but they were also raised up which made them possible targets. Noticing a few droplets, this trip definitely reminded him of home for he knew from experience that it would be one hell of a downpour. And if he knew anything else, it would add risk to climbing which meant he would remain on his horse for he knew his own limitations.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 15, 2019 0:20:54 GMT -6
Riding onto the well established road, Samuel and John rode ahead to scout as soldiers walked by on the way back to the base. With the lingering threat, these soldiers would effectively be their backup which he hoped that that this was just a few comets or space debris. Speaking softly on the radio, Samuel slipped on his sunglasses as he patted his horse; "This definitely beats walking." Sticking beside Samuel, John had fond memories of his father breeding horses for military purposes and avid riders. The Terran horses were tough and intelligent but these must've surpassed them to survive in such a hostile environment. Holding the reins with his bad arm, he laughed at Samuel's comment for this was definitely faster but they were also raised up which made them possible targets. Noticing a few droplets, this trip definitely reminded him of home for he knew from experience that it would be one hell of a downpour. And if he knew anything else, it would add risk to climbing which meant he would remain on his horse for he knew his own limitations. Keeping the horse on track, Jack snickered at Samuel's comment as he secured the strap from the pack horse behind him. He was focused on his tactical pad, delving deep into Fort Endeavor archives for anything related to the A.I programs. Even though his brother didn't have his A.I any longer, he still had a few hundred troops who had A.Is to contend with. Tapping his earpiece to chime in, he considers this bonding time with his favorite squad; "If it rains, you guys won't shrink right?"
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Post by Damon Smith on Jun 15, 2019 8:34:39 GMT -6
Stripping off the majority of their gear, they had small rebreather mask that provided them only 8 minutes under water. Clipping on spare masks, Romo stepped into the frigid spring water as it sent shivers up his spine as he submerged. Swimming to the near halfway point, he lassoed a laser into the air that he knew Wrangler would be looking for. Keeping his weapon in hand, Romo had heard stories about Kobol and didn't want to be fish food especially now. Setting out magazines, Chris knew he would have to cover the two of them and make a gap in the lines so he can make to the water. Unclipping the straps to his ghillie suit, he released the safety as he fired a shot into the midsection of the chain which released the two of them. Changing focus, he took out the Gold Centurion and quickly slid a new round while ejecting the old one as he fired into the leg of a sniper trying to target him. Changing out magazines, he slowly got up as he took out another Centurion with his ghillie suit sliding off of him. Decommissioning another Centurion, he slowly started walking to the water as he took out an Eight with one of the human hostages. Slinging the rifle, he switched to his pistol as he started running up the stairs to get to the top of the modular structure to gain distance for his dive into the water. Disabling another sniper before diving into the frigid waters, sinking while he put on his rebreather to swim to them and soon to shore far from Site B. Deploying on the plan that they're lone sniper had setup and executed with skill that not even Damon saw coming. Reaching the shoreline, Damon pulled out his binoculars to confirm the target that had been taken out and amazed to see such carnage. Some targets had been taken out and now they were tearing the site apart to look for other snipers that simply don't exist. Turning to Chris, he knew this could be a long range battle which was different thinking; "We're in your theater now."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 19, 2019 0:18:47 GMT -6
Setting out magazines, Chris knew he would have to cover the two of them and make a gap in the lines so he can make to the water. Unclipping the straps to his ghillie suit, he released the safety as he fired a shot into the midsection of the chain which released the two of them. Changing focus, he took out the Gold Centurion and quickly slid a new round while ejecting the old one as he fired into the leg of a sniper trying to target him. Changing out magazines, he slowly got up as he took out another Centurion with his ghillie suit sliding off of him. Decommissioning another Centurion, he slowly started walking to the water as he took out an Eight with one of the human hostages. Slinging the rifle, he switched to his pistol as he started running up the stairs to get to the top of the modular structure to gain distance for his dive into the water. Disabling another sniper before diving into the frigid waters, sinking while he put on his rebreather to swim to them and soon to shore far from Site B. Meeting the Picon General under water and soon slipping on the mask as Liam followed them to the shoreline. Climbing up onto the shore, he pulled the mask off but amazed not to see any gunshot wounds on himself or Tom who was also fearing the worst. Getting up off of the mud, Liam shook hands with Chris who had orchestrated that daring rescue; "Thanks, I owe you one." Thinking, Liam knew they would need guns and there was an armory a few clicks that could easily resupply them; "We have an optimal location just have sniper rifles a few clicks off." Walking into the jungle with Liam, he glanced over his watch as he noticed the gleam of drone lens overhead. The drones were mainly used for long range surveillance which are deployed with forward teams thus there had to be a forward team present. Jogging up to the Armory, he broke open the screen and pulled the cables out to force open the door. Instead of using his code, he knew the armory would send out an alert which would he could point anyone responding towards them. Writing down Site B on the wall, he began loading up on the HTI rifle with the trustworthy P90 with a pack full of ammunition with Liam doing the same. Grabbing radios with tactical pads, they needed to get back on the grid with fresh gear before heading back to the shoreline.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Jun 20, 2019 0:48:40 GMT -6
Reaching the mountain with the rest of them, Jonathan began clipping on the pack that was filled with anchors and ropes. Placing the tank on his right holster, Jonathan secured his gloves as he spoke to them; "Safety harnesses on the horse but I'm going to be zoned out since I've got a fear of heights," slipping in his earbuds to play music as he started across the gravel. His A.I would be guiding him like before and keeping him fully aware while blocking out the fact that they would be going skyward.
Reaching the rock face, he started the slow ascent by looking for cracks which would act like handles. Each rise in elevation meant adding an anchor for them, one end hanging out while the other end was secured in the rock with the ability to hold their weight. The rock was slippery and at times forced him to take off his gloves to dry them out. His ability to climb matched the same fear of falling especially with Evia here that alone meant more safety anchors and him free climbing.
Hours of climbing and changing out of gloves, he grasped onto the rock under the snow as he pulled himself up. Securing the last anchor, he pulled the earbuds out as he tucked them in his vest but saw drop pods; "Those aren't meteorites. Those are drop pods and those are ours so who in the frak is here?"
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Post by Issac Robinson on Jun 20, 2019 17:13:50 GMT -6
While the shooting was happening, Issac found this is the perfect opportunity to get away as he dropped into the water. Paddling away, he returned to shore only a mile away but he had a understanding of Terran defense planning. Site B was their research site which meant the Fort would be nearby and have access to the new web but that meant nothing unless he could get in the Fort.
Finding a skeleton with Colonial tags, the uniform was still in great shape as he slipped on the fatigues with the name Donald Ripples must've been here since the Galactica visit. Starting to the base, he could setup a small resurrection post using information gathered from the 13th Tribe.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jun 21, 2019 0:22:12 GMT -6
Reaching the mountain with the rest of them, Jonathan began clipping on the pack that was filled with anchors and ropes. Placing the tank on his right holster, Jonathan secured his gloves as he spoke to them; "Safety harnesses on the horse but I'm going to be zoned out since I've got a fear of heights," slipping in his earbuds to play music as he started across the gravel. His A.I would be guiding him like before and keeping him fully aware while blocking out the fact that they would be going skyward. Reaching the rock face, he started the slow ascent by looking for cracks which would act like handles. Each rise in elevation meant adding an anchor for them, one end hanging out while the other end was secured in the rock with the ability to hold their weight. The rock was slippery and at times forced him to take off his gloves to dry them out. His ability to climb matched the same fear of falling especially with Evia here that alone meant more safety anchors and him free climbing. Hours of climbing and changing out of gloves, he grasped onto the rock under the snow as he pulled himself up. Securing the last anchor, he pulled the earbuds out as he tucked them in his vest but saw drop pods; "Those aren't meteorites. Those are drop pods and those are ours so who in the frak is here?" Following Sparky up with Evanna behind him, they were mostly following the guide wire while Jonathan took all the risk. Looking back down, he could see the first interstate slowly being built above the trees which will unite the cities and outposts once completed. Even more, he could see the Rider Outposts which meant a rider could travel from one side to another easily. Reaching the top, he looked over the pods and noticed a Picon flag even more weapons that they sold to the Colonies. Why would the Colonials launch a mission here? Turning to Jonathan, Jack picked up a bit of snow to smell it; "Picon Old Guard and one of them has the powder smell from prison but no idea where they went."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Jun 21, 2019 17:40:02 GMT -6
Reaching the mountain with the rest of them, Jonathan began clipping on the pack that was filled with anchors and ropes. Placing the tank on his right holster, Jonathan secured his gloves as he spoke to them; "Safety harnesses on the horse but I'm going to be zoned out since I've got a fear of heights," slipping in his earbuds to play music as he started across the gravel. His A.I would be guiding him like before and keeping him fully aware while blocking out the fact that they would be going skyward. Reaching the rock face, he started the slow ascent by looking for cracks which would act like handles. Each rise in elevation meant adding an anchor for them, one end hanging out while the other end was secured in the rock with the ability to hold their weight. The rock was slippery and at times forced him to take off his gloves to dry them out. His ability to climb matched the same fear of falling especially with Evia here that alone meant more safety anchors and him free climbing. Hours of climbing and changing out of gloves, he grasped onto the rock under the snow as he pulled himself up. Securing the last anchor, he pulled the earbuds out as he tucked them in his vest but saw drop pods; "Those aren't meteorites. Those are drop pods and those are ours so who in the frak is here?" Following Sparky up with Evanna behind him, they were mostly following the guide wire while Jonathan took all the risk. Looking back down, he could see the first interstate slowly being built above the trees which will unite the cities and outposts once completed. Even more, he could see the Rider Outposts which meant a rider could travel from one side to another easily. Reaching the top, he looked over the pods and noticed a Picon flag even more weapons that they sold to the Colonies. Why would the Colonials launch a mission here? Turning to Jonathan, Jack picked up a bit of snow to smell it; "Picon Old Guard and one of them has the powder smell from prison but no idea where they went." Sitting against a pod, Jonathan was tired of the good ole chase and knew the way down was easier than the way up. Playing with a smoke grenade, he spoke softly as he looked down at the grenade; "I'm no frakkin psychic but in order to follow I need a trail and there isn't one." Shaking it up, he pulled the pin and tossed it aside to send up the the high visibility orange smoke. Rolling up the snow in his gloves, he made a small stack of snowballs as he tossed them at the other pods; "I'm sure Tom and Liam are on top of the situation. Hopefully they'll see that but I've got other obligations to get to before I can return back to the base." Picking up his P90, he screwed his suppressor onto it before putting on his sunglasses to get the reflection of the snow out of his eyes. There were no Cylons, at least here, so in his mind it was mission completion.
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Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge
Terran Defense Forces
Chief Weapons Officer
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:42:24 GMT -6
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Post by Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge on Jun 22, 2019 15:25:10 GMT -6
Meeting the Picon General under water and soon slipping on the mask as Liam followed them to the shoreline. Climbing up onto the shore, he pulled the mask off but amazed not to see any gunshot wounds on himself or Tom who was also fearing the worst. Getting up off of the mud, Liam shook hands with Chris who had orchestrated that daring rescue; "Thanks, I owe you one." Thinking, Liam knew they would need guns and there was an armory a few clicks that could easily resupply them; "We have an optimal location just have sniper rifles a few clicks off." Walking into the jungle with Liam, he glanced over his watch as he noticed the gleam of drone lens overhead. The drones were mainly used for long range surveillance which are deployed with forward teams thus there had to be a forward team present. Jogging up to the Armory, he broke open the screen and pulled the cables out to force open the door. Instead of using his code, he knew the armory would send out an alert which would he could point anyone responding towards them. Writing down Site B on the wall, he began loading up on the HTI rifle with the trustworthy P90 with a pack full of ammunition with Liam doing the same. Grabbing radios with tactical pads, they needed to get back on the grid with fresh gear before heading back to the shoreline. Arming up, Liam also picked up a grenade launcher with a beacon as well as five green red smoke grenades. Programming the beacon on their walk back, he could only hope that there was a backup plan against the Cylons as he loaded the launcher. Turning to Tom, he switched to his HTI as he chambered a round; "Can you take the launcher out get swimming to at least 300 meters and unload it into a centralize spot." Screwing a suppressor on, Liam hadn't sniped in awhile but enjoyed it as they reached the checkpoint where Wrangler had setup posts.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jun 22, 2019 21:26:03 GMT -6
Walking into the jungle with Liam, he glanced over his watch as he noticed the gleam of drone lens overhead. The drones were mainly used for long range surveillance which are deployed with forward teams thus there had to be a forward team present. Jogging up to the Armory, he broke open the screen and pulled the cables out to force open the door. Instead of using his code, he knew the armory would send out an alert which would he could point anyone responding towards them. Writing down Site B on the wall, he began loading up on the HTI rifle with the trustworthy P90 with a pack full of ammunition with Liam doing the same. Grabbing radios with tactical pads, they needed to get back on the grid with fresh gear before heading back to the shoreline. Arming up, Liam also picked up a grenade launcher with a beacon as well as five green red smoke grenades. Programming the beacon on their walk back, he could only hope that there was a backup plan against the Cylons as he loaded the launcher. Turning to Tom, he switched to his HTI as he chambered a round; "Can you take the launcher out get swimming to at least 300 meters and unload it into a centralize spot." Screwing a suppressor on, Liam hadn't sniped in awhile but enjoyed it as they reached the checkpoint where Wrangler had setup posts. Great, frakkin swimming back to the Site B with a target on his back. Keeping his sniper rifle behind as he grasped onto his P90 with the grenade launcher on his back. Starting to swim, he knew Centurions were typically simple minded so he would rely on them sniping as he dipped below the waves. Reemerging from the waves, he uncorked the barrel as he estimated the distance before firing away. The smoke was meant to both mark as well as hide the beacon as he switched to single fire as he took on the Cylon models that were present.
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Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge
Terran Defense Forces
Chief Weapons Officer
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:42:24 GMT -6
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Post by Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge on Jun 22, 2019 23:03:13 GMT -6
Arming up, Liam also picked up a grenade launcher with a beacon as well as five green red smoke grenades. Programming the beacon on their walk back, he could only hope that there was a backup plan against the Cylons as he loaded the launcher. Turning to Tom, he switched to his HTI as he chambered a round; "Can you take the launcher out get swimming to at least 300 meters and unload it into a centralize spot." Screwing a suppressor on, Liam hadn't sniped in awhile but enjoyed it as they reached the checkpoint where Wrangler had setup posts. Great, frakkin swimming back to the Site B with a target on his back. Keeping his sniper rifle behind as he grasped onto his P90 with the grenade launcher on his back. Starting to swim, he knew Centurions were typically simple minded so he would rely on them sniping as he dipped below the waves. Reemerging from the waves, he uncorked the barrel as he estimated the distance before firing away. The smoke was meant to both mark as well as hide the beacon as he switched to single fire as he took on the Cylon models that were present. Setting up in the tree, himself and Wrangler began to open fire on the Centurions with the beacon now live. Focusing on the snipers, they were tag teaming on Centurions as a message came up: ALL UNITS NEAR SITE B, IGNITE WHITE SMOKE TO PREVENT BEING TARGETED BY INCOMING RAPTORS Popping white smoke and leaving the canister in his holster, he kept firing as missiles lit up the sky from the thirty Raptors. Destroying buildings with the Centurions, the missiles scorched the terrain as the surrounding trees caught fire. The top of the bunker exploded in a blue fire which sent out EM radiation which quickly disabled Tom and Liam. Secondary Raptors picked them up which had difficulty with the two of them since Tom was in the water and Liam was positioned in a tree.
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
Posts: 179
Registered: Jan 16, 2011 0:57:18 GMT -6
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Post by npcpilot on Jun 22, 2019 23:26:51 GMT -6
Great, frakkin swimming back to the Site B with a target on his back. Keeping his sniper rifle behind as he grasped onto his P90 with the grenade launcher on his back. Starting to swim, he knew Centurions were typically simple minded so he would rely on them sniping as he dipped below the waves. Reemerging from the waves, he uncorked the barrel as he estimated the distance before firing away. The smoke was meant to both mark as well as hide the beacon as he switched to single fire as he took on the Cylon models that were present. Setting up in the tree, himself and Wrangler began to open fire on the Centurions with the beacon now live. Focusing on the snipers, they were tag teaming on Centurions as a message came up: ALL UNITS NEAR SITE B, IGNITE WHITE SMOKE TO PREVENT BEING TARGETED BY INCOMING RAPTORS Popping white smoke and leaving the canister in his holster, he kept firing as missiles lit up the sky from the thirty Raptors. Destroying buildings with the Centurions, the missiles scorched the terrain as the surrounding trees caught fire. The top of the bunker exploded in a blue fire which sent out EM radiation which quickly disabled Tom and Liam. Secondary Raptors picked them up which had difficulty with the two of them since Tom was in the water and Liam was positioned in a tree. Picking up the two Terran Peacekeepers, they were nonresponsive but appeared to be knocked out with their breathing steady at times. Picking up the three Colonials, the other Raptors were dumping fuel over the site and igniting it to kill anything else since the EM radiation didn't effect them and was dropping to barely anything. Heading back home to the main group, the pilot could see their pigment going from a light tan to apple red indicating radiation exposure.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 5, 2019 0:03:20 GMT -6
It was a long trip from Caprica to Kobol, with most of the team either already passed out or ready to practically jump from the ship just to get some rack time. Her last stationing had been Caprica, assisting in relief efforts to rebuild the cities and locate civilians, earning her reinstatement as a Captain in the Terran navy. Only now, she was told before long there would be no Terra, and this planet was to become home to all of those people. Much of the planet was still in need of scouting, settlements needed to be built to contain the Terran population. And yet, the orders given to her couldn’t have been more vague. Go to Kobol and find someone in charge? It left her and the small team wondering what they’d be flying into. ”Looks like we’re going to have to put ‘er down here. We’re running on fumes at this point,” the pilot called back, and with a nod from Isabela, he began a slow approach to the ground, towards a big enough clearing to set the small transport ship down. ”Alright, spread out but don’t go too far. We don’t have orders yet, and we don’t know what’s out there...”Driving onto the dirt path, the road to Othos was a mess from a recent storm but he was seeing a side of the forest that he hasn't been to before. Coming to a stop, the road was gone leading to a forest and the connection for his tactical pad was gone. There was a clearing ahead as he nudged forward but wondered what was out here; that was his explorer talking. Entering the clearing, he noticed tents and right away seeing soldiers but these were Marines and a transport in the center. Pulling up, Victor could see the Marines ordering him out of the car as he switched it off and stepping out of the vehicle. Pulling out his credentials, Victor could only hope that they were up to date cause he was truly on his own.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Jul 16, 2019 0:44:01 GMT -6
Getting off the mountain was pretty easy with gravel field from previous glaciers, dropping his transponder in the stream to ensure this is truly personal time together. Keeping his P90 in his hands, he was cautious about the forest since most of his bad experiences have come from the forest. Evanna seemed to be quite confident in where she was headed to but he hated being in the dark...maybe that was a piece of him from his old SF days.
If it wasn't for all the dangers in the forest, this would be the perfect place to live maybe have a house hidden away. It was a bit like the massive countryside on Terra but he wondered what Evanna had in store for him.
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