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 Oct 3, 2017 15:56:33 GMT -6
Disapproved? This could be the exodus base. Recording everything, Johnathan noticed pins setup in a pattern that he remembered from school; "That's the basic DNA pattern...were they growing something?" Moving on to a sealed door, he removed the panel to open the door manually as the two sides rolled open to reveal a lab filled with pods. Pulling out glow sticks, they soon lit up the room to reveal the secret that caused the 13th tribe to leave...them. The tubes were filled with humans and even the genetic pattern matched Terrans...the Gondawans made humans that were more resilient than Colonials and the tribes didn't want to play the roles of gods. So they left, founded Terra and to they're surprise, Terrans were more aggressive than them so they overthrew them. So this was where they're HISTORY started...this room...this lab...this frakkin PLANET. Where do they go from here? Looking over at Johnathan's blank look, the man had reached the end...but this was the beginning. If Terrans started here then it was time to back up that theory with evidence that was left behind. Pulling out his pistol, he fired into the lower glass of one of the tubes which caused the tank to shatter. Dropping his pack, he pulled out the vacuum sealed body bag to play the cold dead subject inside as began sealing the bag. Emptying his bag, he poured all the vital papers, scrolls and anything else into the bag before closing it up; there was so much to explore. Dragging it out to the fully awake Tom who climbed down, marking everything for urgency; "Get all this in the Jeep and we'll work on getting it to New Amsterdam for analysis." This place was important. There could be dozens of Gondawan bunkers on Kobol but to know that they were attempting to improve they're entire species thus creating the exodus...this place is now the most important spot on Kobol. Taking a second, he needed to know if the place had more leaks before they commit to this find. Waking up next to the fire, he was mostly dry but for the most part alive but where was those two...noticing that the cable was lowered in the ground. Getting his bearings, he started down both the ladder and the cable till he came out into a massive bunker...and now work. Holding onto the bag and body, he started his way up though he wondered who this was. Getting to the surface, he placed them in the Jeep before heading back down but noticed that the stone was heavily fractured which meant it was going to give way. Carefully moving past it, he stepped down onto the floor as he noticed that John was preparing to go for a swim.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Oct 3, 2017 21:00:30 GMT -6
Looking at Victor, Marla smiled and then looked upwards, to the sound of approaching raptors, shuttles and some of the medium-sized transports.
"Well, that definitely sounds like a plan."
Looking over at some tech standing there with a comm unit on her back, Marla nodded.
"We're passing that info on to them right now. I think we may have a bigger issue though. That reactor problem is a bit more complicated than I was first told. Seems the welds holding the reactor, which is what powers the newly installed enhanced FTL drives, have cracked, throwing the reactor off center. The fuel rods are bent and the connections controlling the reactor have broken as well, meaning, they can't shut the reactor down and it most likely will overload itself. This isn't an isolated incident by the way. Three other transports are reporting stress cracks in the welds to the deck and the reactor but they have been able to safely shut their reactors down. The problem is, without those reactors, no FTL's. No FTL's and the trip back to Terra will take, oh a hundred years, give or take a decade or two. So, you see the problem we are facing."
Marla turned to watch as several raptors landed near then but the remainder of the ships were headed off to the north to land at the other location. She returned her gaze to Victor.
"We have no way of alerting anyone back on Terra about this. Saboteurs or sloppy workers, you take your pick because both are a distinct possibility. We've been following a few groups back home that are not in agreement with what we are doing or trying to do here and they have the means to throw a wrench into the works. That's why the Judge sent me. I have no command authority or any political office whatsoever. My purpose here is to make certain no one group seizes control or that any harm comes to the overall mission. I've been doing this for longer than I care to remember and I was finally hoping my skill set would no longer be needed here but I suppose that was a bit naïve of me, huh?"
Marla was so hoping to come here, sit back and observe and wait for a few certain individuals to show themselves later. The whole idea of ships being hit from within didn't set well with her. Shoddy workmanship didn't either but she could see how that would happen, except these ships had been built over ten years ago, sitting idly off to the side for if and when they would be needed.
"Right now, the fleet has dispersed to safe distances from one another and are off loading their cargo as expeditiously as possible. We've identified a few sites in the southern hemisphere that are doable to at least get the cargo on the surface and safe. Not the most hospitable locales on the planet but there is fresh water nearby and vegetation, just not where the more ideal LZ's are. The sooner we get everything and everyone down here that's supposed to be down here, the sooner I can take a breather and FINALLY get a cup of anything to drink, I really don't care what it is at this point."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 3, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -6
Looking at Victor, Marla smiled and then looked upwards, to the sound of approaching raptors, shuttles and some of the medium-sized transports. "Well, that definitely sounds like a plan." Looking over at some tech standing there with a comm unit on her back, Marla nodded. "We're passing that info on to them right now. I think we may have a bigger issue though. That reactor problem is a bit more complicated than I was first told. Seems the welds holding the reactor, which is what powers the newly installed enhanced FTL drives, have cracked, throwing the reactor off center. The fuel rods are bent and the connections controlling the reactor have broken as well, meaning, they can't shut the reactor down and it most likely will overload itself. This isn't an isolated incident by the way. Three other transports are reporting stress cracks in the welds to the deck and the reactor but they have been able to safely shut their reactors down. The problem is, without those reactors, no FTL's. No FTL's and the trip back to Terra will take, oh a hundred years, give or take a decade or two. So, you see the problem we are facing."Marla turned to watch as several raptors landed near then but the remainder of the ships were headed off to the north to land at the other location. She returned her gaze to Victor. "We have no way of alerting anyone back on Terra about this. Saboteurs or sloppy workers, you take your pick because both are a distinct possibility. We've been following a few groups back home that are not in agreement with what we are doing or trying to do here and they have the means to throw a wrench into the works. That's why the Judge sent me. I have no command authority or any political office whatsoever. My purpose here is to make certain no one group seizes control or that any harm comes to the overall mission. I've been doing this for longer than I care to remember and I was finally hoping my skill set would no longer be needed here but I suppose that was a bit naïve of me, huh?"Marla was so hoping to come here, sit back and observe and wait for a few certain individuals to show themselves later. The whole idea of ships being hit from within didn't set well with her. Shoddy workmanship didn't either but she could see how that would happen, except these ships had been built over ten years ago, sitting idly off to the side for if and when they would be needed. "Right now, the fleet has dispersed to safe distances from one another and are off loading their cargo as expeditiously as possible. We've identified a few sites in the southern hemisphere that are doable to at least get the cargo on the surface and safe. Not the most hospitable locales on the planet but there is fresh water nearby and vegetation, just not where the more ideal LZ's are. The sooner we get everything and everyone down here that's supposed to be down here, the sooner I can take a breather and FINALLY get a cup of anything to drink, I really don't care what it is at this point." Large scale evacuations had problems and he knew calling the Colonies would be a solution though they were still waiting on a supply transport. Ordering Samuel to turn off the vehicle, he was about to tell Maria to begin dropping supplies till radio chatter came in from Concordia; "Samuel and James head to Concordia on the double." Crossing his arms, he turned his attention to the current situation; "Begin dropping your supplies but be advised that until we have an understanding of what is exactly on the ground we're not sure if the supplies will be there. As for the ships, in 12 hours, the satellite in orbit will be in range and we can contact Caprica for ships that they have. The 4 ships that General Thrax sent will arrive in 2 weeks and honestly sabotage is something that doesn't surprise me. There are expected to be resistance in coming here."
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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 Oct 3, 2017 21:45:35 GMT -6
Looking over at Johnathan's blank look, the man had reached the end...but this was the beginning. If Terrans started here then it was time to back up that theory with evidence that was left behind. Pulling out his pistol, he fired into the lower glass of one of the tubes which caused the tank to shatter. Dropping his pack, he pulled out the vacuum sealed body bag to play the cold dead subject inside as began sealing the bag. Emptying his bag, he poured all the vital papers, scrolls and anything else into the bag before closing it up; there was so much to explore. Dragging it out to the fully awake Tom who climbed down, marking everything for urgency; "Get all this in the Jeep and we'll work on getting it to New Amsterdam for analysis." This place was important. There could be dozens of Gondawan bunkers on Kobol but to know that they were attempting to improve they're entire species thus creating the exodus...this place is now the most important spot on Kobol. Taking a second, he needed to know if the place had more leaks before they commit to this find. Waking up next to the fire, he was mostly dry but for the most part alive but where was those two...noticing that the cable was lowered in the ground. Getting his bearings, he started down both the ladder and the cable till he came out into a massive bunker...and now work. Holding onto the bag and body, he started his way up though he wondered who this was. Getting to the surface, he placed them in the Jeep before heading back down but noticed that the stone was heavily fractured which meant it was going to give way. Carefully moving past it, he stepped down onto the floor as he noticed that John was preparing to go for a swim. Caught up by how the pieces fit that he paid no mind to John before snapping out of it; they needed the Specialists. Sending out a broadcast, he joined John at the stairs as he unpacked the water reservoir bladders which is one idea of staring the water; "Delta and Specialists, head to Concordia. We have discovered a bunker and need assistance in securing the facility." Dragging over a shelf, Tom tossed him the bilge pump as he connected the hoses and began moving the water to the one 30 gallon bladder. Taking a deep breath, he and John tossed down the last of they're glow sticks to light up the lower floor that remained untouched for all this time.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Oct 4, 2017 19:42:22 GMT -6
Marla nodded and quickly turned around and headed towards one of the raptors that had already touched down. She had a lot to think about but for now, getting the supplies, equipment and personnel from up there to down here was all she was concerned about. These weren't rookies they had brought with them so any situations that were to surely arise, these people could handle it. barring a sudden appearance from the Cylons, besides issues with the fleet, there really wasn't a whole lot that Marla was concerned about.
Stepping into the raptor, she shouted to the pilot.
"As soon as you're clear, go back to the Ferranti, tell Captain Lerner to land at the coordinates received and make certain that any ship with issues regarding their reactor rooms to maintain a safe distance. Tell her I will be in touch."
The pilot nodded and Marla got out of the raptor, walking over to three individuals walking towards her. It was of course half of her team. The other half were on a shuttle heading to one of the other LZ's. They would assist in setting up shelter and generators. From there, topographical surveys would be done by those sent here for that purpose. This would take place wherever any ship or craft landed on the planet, regardless of whether it had been previously occupied by humans. It was hard to identify the current inhabitants of this planet as Colonial or Terran since in the end, they would be neither. Still, she considered herself a Terran. And she most likely always would.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 4, 2017 23:02:32 GMT -6
Taking a seat on the stones that they had stacked up, there wasn't much for him to do other than watch all these ships land in the valley. He would have to coordinate with Marla and the new Kobol military to setup solid roads between the settlements...a Specialist doing the job of a General. Even the network that they had established would be for military communications only since the civilian network can be built on top.
Pulling up the network and already a file was in the process of being established with it downloading on they're tactical pads to make up for the fact that the network wasn't built for this. He needed to review this file later but noticed a request for some cargo to go to New Amsterdam...a notice that meant it was rather important. Turning to Marla as he crossed his arms, hoping to organize shifts for the mere fact it'll be dusk soon; "Did you bring military or are they stuck at home?"
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Oct 5, 2017 18:27:59 GMT -6
Marla and the three team members were standing there when Victor asked about military personnel. Marla looked at the others and sort of chuckled. Turning to Victor, she replied.
"Well, sort of. These three here are half of my team, the other three are on other shuttles heading towards the other LZ's. As for military, there are only about ten or fifteen assigned to each of the 50 transports, however, the Fleet ships that accompanied us are crewed by Fleet personnel and there are Marines with them, as usual. Their job though was to remain up there, this is supposed to be a civilian mission but the powers that be back home knew the grunts would be needed somewhere along the line. Captain Lerner of the Ferranti is in overall command of the ships and would be the one to order any troops down to the surface."
Marla opened the note pad in her left breast pocket and read before continuing.
"Military-wise, we have the following ships with us. The Battlecruisers Athena and Leviathan, Gunstar Pollux, repair Ship Orion and the Hospital Ship Solace, just in case any unfriendlies were to show up. Those ships are staying, now assigned as the Kobol Fleet. Those transports however are supposed to return but with the problems surrounding the new FTL's and their reactors, none of them are going anywhere until they are fixed or if it's someone messing around, those responsible are caught, which will eventually happen."
Marla was wishing she had a good strong cup of coffee right about now. She looked at her team members then turned back to Victor.
"That's why they're here, to sniff out anyone who is here to derail this mission and trust me, they have great noses. Now, is there any coffee?"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 5, 2017 23:05:05 GMT -6
Marla and the three team members were standing there when Victor asked about military personnel. Marla looked at the others and sort of chuckled. Turning to Victor, she replied. "Well, sort of. These three here are half of my team, the other three are on other shuttles heading towards the other LZ's. As for military, there are only about ten or fifteen assigned to each of the 50 transports, however, the Fleet ships that accompanied us are crewed by Fleet personnel and there are Marines with them, as usual. Their job though was to remain up there, this is supposed to be a civilian mission but the powers that be back home knew the grunts would be needed somewhere along the line. Captain Lerner of the Ferranti is in overall command of the ships and would be the one to order any troops down to the surface."Marla opened the note pad in her left breast pocket and read before continuing. "Military-wise, we have the following ships with us. The Battlecruisers Athena and Leviathan, Gunstar Pollux, repair Ship Orion and the Hospital Ship Solace, just in case any unfriendlies were to show up. Those ships are staying, now assigned as the Kobol Fleet. Those transports however are supposed to return but with the problems surrounding the new FTL's and their reactors, none of them are going anywhere until they are fixed or if it's someone messing around, those responsible are caught, which will eventually happen."Marla was wishing she had a good strong cup of coffee right about now. She looked at her team members then turned back to Victor. "That's why they're here, to sniff out anyone who is here to derail this mission and trust me, they have great noses. Now, is there any coffee?"Reaching into his side pocket to pull out a small pouch of coffee beans, keeping his hand on his rifle; "Only reason I say anything, there are these territorial wolves and dogs that we've ran into that will attack at night," unclipping his pack to make a pillow before lying down, "we've been making jerky out of them." Setting his watch to wake him in two hours before putting his cap on his face, binding out the sun while starting up his music on his earbuds; "See you in two hours and Concordia has a gator issue they're working on."
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Post by John November on Oct 6, 2017 6:17:36 GMT -6
Waking up next to the fire, he was mostly dry but for the most part alive but where was those two...noticing that the cable was lowered in the ground. Getting his bearings, he started down both the ladder and the cable till he came out into a massive bunker...and now work. Holding onto the bag and body, he started his way up though he wondered who this was. Getting to the surface, he placed them in the Jeep before heading back down but noticed that the stone was heavily fractured which meant it was going to give way. Carefully moving past it, he stepped down onto the floor as he noticed that John was preparing to go for a swim. Caught up by how the pieces fit that he paid no mind to John before snapping out of it; they needed the Specialists. Sending out a broadcast, he joined John at the stairs as he unpacked the water reservoir bladders which is one idea of staring the water; "Delta and Specialists, head to Concordia. We have discovered a bunker and need assistance in securing the facility." Dragging over a shelf, Tom tossed him the bilge pump as he connected the hoses and began moving the water to the one 30 gallon bladder. Taking a deep breath, he and John tossed down the last of they're glow sticks to light up the lower floor that remained untouched for all this time. Diving down into the water, the rebreather extended his time underwater as he moved past lab tables but also picked up what appeared to be a map. Any maps of this region would be important since it marked building which were now ruins and help identify the launch site. Taking a water sample, this water felt like it was a bit warmer than usual as he went down another level into another lab; this lab had power. The screens had writing on it and he couldn't read it but some of this was live data with views of Terra which made him wonder why would they have this? Reaching the surface, he pulled the rebreather off as he took a deep breath; "We need to get more water out. The reactor is still online."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 14, 2017 1:33:56 GMT -6
Other than scout the surrounding area, Sam and her marines had been setting up detection cameras along the perimeter of their camp and raptors, in the hopes of watching their backs that much more. After that, they had continued along not far from the river that ran through the forest. It hadn’t been her intention of wandering so far away from the raptors, but her mind was elsewhere, being pulled in every direction and it was hard to pay much attention until the sun was going down.
”Frak. Let’s hope they were actually able to set up camp and not set fire to everything.” She chuckled lightly to the two marines, as they noted their stopping point and started toward a rotted looking tree to use as a marker.
It was nearly dark and nothing about being alone there felt right. It sent shivers up her spine, as though something was wrong. And when she took a step forward, hearing the faintest of cracking, she heart began to race. ”Wait... Stop, don’t mov...” She expected an explosion or an alarm, but before another word could escape her lips, the ground around them was crumbling and falling from beneath her feet.
It was pure luck that she managed to reach out and grab a limb or vine to hold herself up, as she could only watch helplessly as the two others fell into the deep pit below. They had stumbled into some kind of trap left behind and now she would die here, she told herself that much as she soon could feel herself slipping and descending into the dark below, with her pack and remaining gear weighing her down.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 15, 2017 20:29:59 GMT -6
Other than scout the surrounding area, Sam and her marines had been setting up detection cameras along the perimeter of their camp and raptors, in the hopes of watching their backs that much more. After that, they had continued along not far from the river that ran through the forest. It hadn’t been her intention of wandering so far away from the raptors, but her mind was elsewhere, being pulled in every direction and it was hard to pay much attention until the sun was going down. ”Frak. Let’s hope they were actually able to set up camp and not set fire to everything.” She chuckled lightly to the two marines, as they noted their stopping point and started toward a rotted looking tree to use as a marker. It was nearly dark and nothing about being alone there felt right. It sent shivers up her spine, as though something was wrong. And when she took a step forward, hearing the faintest of cracking, she heart began to race. ”Wait... Stop, don’t mov...” She expected an explosion or an alarm, but before another word could escape her lips, the ground around them was crumbling and falling from beneath her feet. It was pure luck that she managed to reach out and grab a limb or vine to hold herself up, as she could only watch helplessly as the two others fell into the deep pit below. They had stumbled into some kind of trap left behind and now she would die here, she told herself that much as she soon could feel herself slipping and descending into the dark below, with her pack and remaining gear weighing her down. Gathering water from the stream, Michael washed the mud from his clothes but kept an eye on his furry friend who lifted her head to a sound. Chirping at her, he raced to his pack before following her through the fallen trees and ruins before noticing a rivine opening up. Hearing someone struggling, he tied off to a tree before lowering down with a rope in hand; "Just grab it!" Chirping a different tune, he taught the big cat a few things including flipping on his pack light to keep predators away that could strike him. In the week of being alone, he had seen predators that would make a snack of them and cataloging ruins older than most found.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 18, 2017 7:35:42 GMT -6
Waking up to his alarm and some rain, Victor got up to flip off the alarm as he looked around to see everything coming together but the sun was setting. Walking over to the fire pit that they had been maintaining, fire was important on Kobol since the beasts here didn't fear them...yet. Connecting his tactical pad to the secure network, he put on his sunglasses which adjusted to the night before starting his walk to the edge of the settlement. Victor had hoped that defense teams would arrive first and do this but this was always an SF task.
This being home meant new cities, archaeological sites protected and bases to which technology and defenses would be protected. A bright future but for now it was him walking along the edge of darkness with a rifle protecting this place.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Oct 20, 2017 16:26:03 GMT -6
Marla drank the coffee and was not feeling much better. The sun was dropping in the sky and she was ready to hit the rack, wherever that may be. There were several of the smaller ships sitting nearby but she decided to spend her first night on this planet under the canopy of stars above her. Walking over to where the team had set the gear, she grabbed a sleeping bag and a quick shelter. Opening the shelter, she watched as it unfolded and was soon a quaint little place to sleep. Removing her belt, she took out the side arm, checking the magazine and then placing the weapon back into the holster. Grabbing the sleeping bag, she opened it and tossed it inside the shelter. There were sentries posted but she still wanted at least one of her team awake at all times, just a force of habit. She looked at them.
"I'll take the last watch, you three decide who stays up first. Wake me at 0300."
bending down, she opened the flap of the shelter and stepped inside. Adjusting the sleeping bag, she laid herself down, falling asleep almost immediately.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 24, 2017 23:23:03 GMT -6
Gathering water from the stream, Michael washed the mud from his clothes but kept an eye on his furry friend who lifted her head to a sound. Chirping at her, he raced to his pack before following her through the fallen trees and ruins before noticing a rivine opening up. Hearing someone struggling, he tied off to a tree before lowering down with a rope in hand; "Just grab it!" Chirping a different tune, he taught the big cat a few things including flipping on his pack light to keep predators away that could strike him. In the week of being alone, he had seen predators that would make a snack of them and cataloging ruins older than most found. It had been foolish of them to continue forward without the rest of the team, or any knowledge of what they were walking into. Curiosity had gotten the better of them, and now two of her men paid for it with their lives. Sam would have nothing to take back to their loved ones, if they had any left. All she would take away from it was the guilt of losing someone under her leadership. She was sure she would likely join them soon, whenever the vine she held so tightly to decided to break. It wasn't until she heard a faint rustling sound and then a voice, that she reached a hand to un-clip her pack to lessen the weight. The voice was familiar, or perhaps that had been wishful thinking on her part. Despite the pain that had started coursing through her body, Sam slowly began to pull herself upward until she saw a flash of light, enough to illuminate a rope hanging down and the person who had called out to her. It was Michael, the last person she expected to see yet. And when she was close that he could see her, she couldn't help the small half smile that crossed her face. "Well, you saved me the trouble of tracking you down. I doubt it really matters now though, if we both end up falling..."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 25, 2017 11:19:27 GMT -6
Gathering water from the stream, Michael washed the mud from his clothes but kept an eye on his furry friend who lifted her head to a sound. Chirping at her, he raced to his pack before following her through the fallen trees and ruins before noticing a rivine opening up. Hearing someone struggling, he tied off to a tree before lowering down with a rope in hand; "Just grab it!" Chirping a different tune, he taught the big cat a few things including flipping on his pack light to keep predators away that could strike him. In the week of being alone, he had seen predators that would make a snack of them and cataloging ruins older than most found. It had been foolish of them to continue forward without the rest of the team, or any knowledge of what they were walking into. Curiosity had gotten the better of them, and now two of her men paid for it with their lives. Sam would have nothing to take back to their loved ones, if they had any left. All she would take away from it was the guilt of losing someone under her leadership. She was sure she would likely join them soon, whenever the vine she held so tightly to decided to break. It wasn't until she heard a faint rustling sound and then a voice, that she reached a hand to un-clip her pack to lessen the weight. The voice was familiar, or perhaps that had been wishful thinking on her part. Despite the pain that had started coursing through her body, Sam slowly began to pull herself upward until she saw a flash of light, enough to illuminate a rope hanging down and the person who had called out to her. It was Michael, the last person she expected to see yet. And when she was close that he could see her, she couldn't help the small half smile that crossed her face. "Well, you saved me the trouble of tracking you down. I doubt it really matters now though, if we both end up falling..."Slowly pulling her up, he knew that if the ground was this unstable that even the ground below him could just as unstable which meant getting her up. Grasping onto her vest, he pulled her to safety as he picked up his pack; "Making camp next to a stream not the best move," passing as his furry friend dropped down beside him, "didn't know you would risk coming here for me." Picking up his rifle as he knelt down, a pack of bears moved behind him but thankfully ignoring him; "Beasts here aren't afraid of us so camping near a stream," shaking his head. He had missed her and even human contact for days though since he saw the drone overhead which meant he was in unmapped territory. Unmapped territory meant anything was here and if he knew Jack, he could rub it in that he found the infamous launch site for the original tribes before he even got here.
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