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Post by John November on Nov 2, 2020 3:39:01 GMT -6
The plan was to skirt the zone but the maps are inconclusive on the radius but it didn't matter now since that vehicle couldn't be moved. Opening the back hatch, John began suiting up with his holsters that had both his pistol with 4 mags and 4 frag grenades that had steel balls that can shred Centurions. His other hip supported a medical kit with his ration bars meant to last for one week. Ballistic vest with the new plate armor which most of them are now carrying with his canteen on his side and hooks for pack carrying additional magazines with explosives, smoke grenades and a valuable emergency beacon on top of their expensive IR gear that will allow the satellites to spot them. In the last crate was the weapon that Command could only give them short of Jonathan's personal choice, the Tavor x95 which is quite useful at mid range and very precise.
Waiting for everyone to suit up, he set the Jeep on fire with Jonathan taking point as he noticed Michael had his rifle emptied with the mag in his pocket. Maybe he didn't NEED it loaded but he had no idea it would be a battle the entire way through. Walking through the quiet forest, it was quite eerie to have silence but considering 3 of them were used to it...it only impacted him who was stressed out by the Commander.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 5, 2020 0:09:35 GMT -6
Why load the rifle? Wildlife didn't exist in this region only them. The drones, if they go too low, come crashing back down and the Raptors are twice as thick to handle the EM radiation. Only a handful of clicks away was the infamous Opera House which meant if any Cylon survived then they see this as a holy land. Walking past boulders, Michael finished securing his gear with a ballistic helmet hanging off his pack.
Even...especially on Kobol they were developing new gear since all the old gear was bulky and often slowed them down. Ballistic plate vests that required one arm to put on, ballistic helmets that provide protection and a new layer of protection with new rifles. Everything now was about flexibility and survivability which was useful to them given in the past they would travel with a Mountain Expeditionary Force but with the shortage on man power it had been cut down once more.
Tucking his tags under his camo half top, he finally loading his rifle before strapping it to the side of his pack for the free hand climbing. The area was steep with trees coming out of the rock and debris from Vipers that were never recovered that meant live ordinances and fuel covered the area.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Dec 4, 2020 21:12:26 GMT -6
Climbing up onto a trail, Jonathan readjusted his rifle to his back as he noticed a crack through the mountain that was previously unseen. Connecting his gear to an equipment line, he started to slide through with his gear hanging beside him till he stepped into a massive cave with water at his feet as he connected a sliding anchor; "Take it slow and suck in those guts."
Water wasn't something they prepared for but they all had a breathing unit for high altitude...this mission was too unpredictable for him. Kneeling, he could feel the crispness of the water and knew it was freezing but it also had a current though cave diving wasn't his thing. His A.I had experience and with the cold temperature he would need the help to ensure survival. Attaching glow sticks to his pack, he turned to John and Michael who just came through with weapons on their chest; "A current but it'll be difficult with the low temperature and not sure how long the swim will be."
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Post by John November on Dec 5, 2020 3:02:21 GMT -6
Climbing up onto a trail, Jonathan readjusted his rifle to his back as he noticed a crack through the mountain that was previously unseen. Connecting his gear to an equipment line, he started to slide through with his gear hanging beside him till he stepped into a massive cave with water at his feet as he connected a sliding anchor; "Take it slow and suck in those guts." Water wasn't something they prepared for but they all had a breathing unit for high altitude...this mission was too unpredictable for him. Kneeling, he could feel the crispness of the water and knew it was freezing but it also had a current though cave diving wasn't his thing. His A.I had experience and with the cold temperature he would need the help to ensure survival. Attaching glow sticks to his pack, he turned to John and Michael who just came through with weapons on their chest; "A current but it'll be difficult with the low temperature and not sure how long the swim will be." Glancing down into the pool, a cold swim would get them to the crater valley but they would be going in blind which worried him. The tank gave them seven minutes of oxygen that didn't account for the amount of O2 that they're freezing bodies would consume more of. Unpacking his oxygen face mask, he ordered Victor into the water as he slipped into the pool, knowing that the current will guide them out; "Take a deep breathe before going under and remember to keep an eye out on the obstacles." Swimming. Water was his element but this water was damn cold with it cutting through his clothes and his pack finally sinking down. Securing his rifle to his pack, he waited for Michael and Jonathan before slipping below the waves.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 8, 2020 0:09:59 GMT -6
Climbing up onto a trail, Jonathan readjusted his rifle to his back as he noticed a crack through the mountain that was previously unseen. Connecting his gear to an equipment line, he started to slide through with his gear hanging beside him till he stepped into a massive cave with water at his feet as he connected a sliding anchor; "Take it slow and suck in those guts." Water wasn't something they prepared for but they all had a breathing unit for high altitude...this mission was too unpredictable for him. Kneeling, he could feel the crispness of the water and knew it was freezing but it also had a current though cave diving wasn't his thing. His A.I had experience and with the cold temperature he would need the help to ensure survival. Attaching glow sticks to his pack, he turned to John and Michael who just came through with weapons on their chest; "A current but it'll be difficult with the low temperature and not sure how long the swim will be." Zipping up his jacket, Michael moved his rifle to his pack as he strapped on his face mask while slowly stepping into the water. The current was rushing against him as he whispered to himself, careful that no one heard him as he ran his hands through the few waves; "See you soon," drowning or oxygen starvation was both painful but allow an open casket. The loss of Samantha has torn him apart and he could never face Amelia who will likely never know of the loss. Dropping down into the water, the tide forced them through a cave with stalagmites everywhere. Getting caught on some, he was content on dying here but Jonathan had him drop their packs and push him through. The rifles and gear sank as they continued through, soon taking their last breathe before dropping the masks but sunlight was seen in the distance. Emerging out of the water, he gasped for oxygen but that was short lived as the blurry images walked closer to them. Grasping for his pistol, Centurions surrounded them as they swam back to back unsure what to do as the Centurions took aim at them.
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Cylon-Human Hybrid
Cylon
Cylon-human hybrid
Clone? Cylon-human hybrid more like it.
Posts: 41
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Post by Cylon-Human Hybrid on Dec 8, 2020 0:35:53 GMT -6
:Alexa, Six Model:
A decade on this damn planet. Her Basestar had a navigation error thanks to a Colonial virus and resulted in a rough landing here. Kobol, home to the old gods, nothing noteworthy here for her but the other models worshipped this place like the Terrans worship Terra.
Noticing Doral getting up, she got up from her makeshift bed as the Centurions ran to a nearby pool they've made into a tub. Even for them, small luxuries are needed till someone can respond to their distress beacon. Following Doral, it appeared to be four humans in their tub and her Centurions were ready to fire but only 3 had pistols drawn. Why haven't this one human pulled his weapon unless...ordering her Centurions to stand down. This was more of a curiosity now since the man had Commander ranks on his jacket yet appeared to welcome death more than herself.
Staying at the shoreline, Alexa spoke softly as the Centurions took a step back; "Lower your weapons. There is no use for them here unless you want to visit god early."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 8, 2020 1:06:48 GMT -6
:Alexa, Six Model: A decade on this damn planet. Her Basestar had a navigation error thanks to a Colonial virus and resulted in a rough landing here. Kobol, home to the old gods, nothing noteworthy here for her but the other models worshipped this place like the Terrans worship Terra. Noticing Doral getting up, she got up from her makeshift bed as the Centurions ran to a nearby pool they've made into a tub. Even for them, small luxuries are needed till someone can respond to their distress beacon. Following Doral, it appeared to be four humans in their tub and her Centurions were ready to fire but only 3 had pistols drawn. Why haven't this one human pulled his weapon unless...ordering her Centurions to stand down. This was more of a curiosity now since the man had Commander ranks on his jacket yet appeared to welcome death more than herself. Staying at the shoreline, Alexa spoke softly as the Centurions took a step back; "Lower your weapons. There is no use for them here unless you want to visit god early." God has no place here. Both god and gods left Kobol a long time ago leaving them to deal with the demons by themselves. Lifting his empty hand, Michael slowly got up out of the water as he looked around to see a heavily damaged Basestar in the distance with the heavy raiders splayed open to likely create cover. This wasn't recent but likely sometime ago as he had his hands resting on his hips, knowing that recovery of their gear wouldn't be possible for a while; "Commander Michael Martin, Kobol Defense Ministry, this area is giving off high levels of EM radiation making travel nearly impossible. Its likely something on your Basestar or something you landed on but," setting his pistol on the shoreline with his five magazines, "we need to trust each other and that starts now." Many scenarios ran through his head including the skinjob killing him but he knew he wouldn't be alone if that came to pass.
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Cylon-Human Hybrid
Cylon
Cylon-human hybrid
Clone? Cylon-human hybrid more like it.
Posts: 41
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Post by Cylon-Human Hybrid on Dec 9, 2020 4:55:34 GMT -6
:Alexa, Six Model: A decade on this damn planet. Her Basestar had a navigation error thanks to a Colonial virus and resulted in a rough landing here. Kobol, home to the old gods, nothing noteworthy here for her but the other models worshipped this place like the Terrans worship Terra. Noticing Doral getting up, she got up from her makeshift bed as the Centurions ran to a nearby pool they've made into a tub. Even for them, small luxuries are needed till someone can respond to their distress beacon. Following Doral, it appeared to be four humans in their tub and her Centurions were ready to fire but only 3 had pistols drawn. Why haven't this one human pulled his weapon unless...ordering her Centurions to stand down. This was more of a curiosity now since the man had Commander ranks on his jacket yet appeared to welcome death more than herself. Staying at the shoreline, Alexa spoke softly as the Centurions took a step back; "Lower your weapons. There is no use for them here unless you want to visit god early." God has no place here. Both god and gods left Kobol a long time ago leaving them to deal with the demons by themselves. Lifting his empty hand, Michael slowly got up out of the water as he looked around to see a heavily damaged Basestar in the distance with the heavy raiders splayed open to likely create cover. This wasn't recent but likely sometime ago as he had his hands resting on his hips, knowing that recovery of their gear wouldn't be possible for a while; "Commander Michael Martin, Kobol Defense Ministry, this area is giving off high levels of EM radiation making travel nearly impossible. Its likely something on your Basestar or something you landed on but," setting his pistol on the shoreline with his five magazines, "we need to trust each other and that starts now." Many scenarios ran through his head including the skinjob killing him but he knew he wouldn't be alone if that came to pass. :Alexa, Six Model: Noticing the pistol on the ground, she had never observed this notion before from any Colonial unless maybe this was something new to them. No flags could be seen or fleet patches...did they lose the war or are these the mythical 13th Colony. The others followed Mr. Martin with their weapons holstered which meant no open disobedience as seen with Colonial units. Careful to notion him to move forward, Alexa had her Centurions and other models to content with; "Kobol should be a dead planet and when we crash landed we didn't detect anything but if I let you on the Basestar you will be monitored considering the situation." The sunglasses hid his eyes and the gloves did hint at Tauron origins but he isn't Tauron. Clearing her throat as she peered over at the rest of them, her programming yelled at her over the feeling that they were more than simple humans; "Where did you come from? You don't appear to Colonial and no Colonial would give up their weapon."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 23, 2020 2:44:37 GMT -6
God has no place here. Both god and gods left Kobol a long time ago leaving them to deal with the demons by themselves. Lifting his empty hand, Michael slowly got up out of the water as he looked around to see a heavily damaged Basestar in the distance with the heavy raiders splayed open to likely create cover. This wasn't recent but likely sometime ago as he had his hands resting on his hips, knowing that recovery of their gear wouldn't be possible for a while; "Commander Michael Martin, Kobol Defense Ministry, this area is giving off high levels of EM radiation making travel nearly impossible. Its likely something on your Basestar or something you landed on but," setting his pistol on the shoreline with his five magazines, "we need to trust each other and that starts now." Many scenarios ran through his head including the skinjob killing him but he knew he wouldn't be alone if that came to pass. :Alexa, Six Model: Noticing the pistol on the ground, she had never observed this notion before from any Colonial unless maybe this was something new to them. No flags could be seen or fleet patches...did they lose the war or are these the mythical 13th Colony. The others followed Mr. Martin with their weapons holstered which meant no open disobedience as seen with Colonial units. Careful to notion him to move forward, Alexa had her Centurions and other models to content with; "Kobol should be a dead planet and when we crash landed we didn't detect anything but if I let you on the Basestar you will be monitored considering the situation." The sunglasses hid his eyes and the gloves did hint at Tauron origins but he isn't Tauron. Clearing her throat as she peered over at the rest of them, her programming yelled at her over the feeling that they were more than simple humans; "Where did you come from? You don't appear to Colonial and no Colonial would give up their weapon." Picking up his pistol from the mud as his teammates climbed out of the water, Michael knew dropping his pistol was a risky move but everything he does has risk. Thoughts of death faded and his logical regions began firing off as he stepped onto the grass, resting his hands on his hips; "We're Terrans came from those you know of the 13th Tribe. A gamma burst threats our home so we've made Kobol our home. Lots of changes since your original mission," glancing up at the Basestar, he knew this was one of the old Mark 2 Basestars. Every Terran SF has the specifications remembered with crew layout but nothing about EM weapons. Unzipping his vest, Michael turned to Alexa as he thought over their options; "Lot of our gear is too far to swim but our satellites are watching this area and think they'll be obligated to investigate an explosion. Two of my men will disarm your nukes while we go over why you all didn't do this already."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
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Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Feb 13, 2021 14:35:34 GMT -6
Boarding the Basestar, this was one of the older ones with the fleshy muscle interior and plain hallways that helps them visualize their surroundings. The sad part is the entire ship had that indescribable stench that only follows the dead and its one Jonathan knew only too well while Victor was reintroduced. The crash had torn and exposed the rotting muscle white the raiders were ripped open from the blast. Passing Centurions with the original built in guns, this ship would've been on display in the old war museum for them this was the past.
Dropping into the missile hold, the Cylons had miniaturized their nukes that both made it a godsend and a pain. Carefully prying the metal, the first missile is more of an exploration surgery with them finding the best way to extract the core. Pulling the nuke, Jonathan used the excess wires as a det cord while the two men began to disarm the thirty-two nukes. The ship was still alive considering the missile impact timers were extremely accurate but these were put on hold. Without the ignition element, the cores were extremely stable and wouldn't go nuclear in the explosion. They still needed to check on the ship systems to see why the hybrids aren't dead and remove the hold.
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
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Post by npcpilot on Feb 14, 2021 23:20:10 GMT -6
As Captain Jala Kindersen (NPC)
Flying over the forest region was about as dull as it could be for a patrol. Still, it was better than sitting back at the desolate airfield she was assigned to, listening to all the boring stories from all the other pilots.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 2, 2021 19:06:27 GMT -6
Boarding the Basestar, this was one of the older ones with the fleshy muscle interior and plain hallways that helps them visualize their surroundings. The sad part is the entire ship had that indescribable stench that only follows the dead and its one Jonathan knew only too well while Victor was reintroduced. The crash had torn and exposed the rotting muscle white the raiders were ripped open from the blast. Passing Centurions with the original built in guns, this ship would've been on display in the old war museum for them this was the past. Dropping into the missile hold, the Cylons had miniaturized their nukes that both made it a godsend and a pain. Carefully prying the metal, the first missile is more of an exploration surgery with them finding the best way to extract the core. Pulling the nuke, Jonathan used the excess wires as a det cord while the two men began to disarm the thirty-two nukes. The ship was still alive considering the missile impact timers were extremely accurate but these were put on hold. Without the ignition element, the cores were extremely stable and wouldn't go nuclear in the explosion. They still needed to check on the ship systems to see why the hybrids aren't dead and remove the hold. Removing the cloth cover over his tactical pad, the screen was a bit fuzzy from the lack of a connection with the satellites but would work for what he was doing. Placing the wires into the data flow, he watched while the pad analyzed and interpreted everything to create an understandable interface. Analyzing the information from the hybrids, this was far outside the norms considering this A.I wasn't Cylon in origin and was keeping the hybrids alive. Cylons are very precise with their technology with hybrids acting as a buffer for FTL and other complex systems but this A.I was a virus that was using them. Everything hinged on this one thing but he knew a bit about Cylon tech and knew he could delay everything but the A.I was now top priority. The issue he had to resolve was storing this A.I considering they never prepared for this outcome even more all but two people had an A.I and only one had the neural configuration to do so. He needed to bring this to November to make a decision and how to remove it from the Commander later.
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Post by John November on Mar 2, 2021 19:46:28 GMT -6
Boarding the Basestar, this was one of the older ones with the fleshy muscle interior and plain hallways that helps them visualize their surroundings. The sad part is the entire ship had that indescribable stench that only follows the dead and its one Jonathan knew only too well while Victor was reintroduced. The crash had torn and exposed the rotting muscle white the raiders were ripped open from the blast. Passing Centurions with the original built in guns, this ship would've been on display in the old war museum for them this was the past. Dropping into the missile hold, the Cylons had miniaturized their nukes that both made it a godsend and a pain. Carefully prying the metal, the first missile is more of an exploration surgery with them finding the best way to extract the core. Pulling the nuke, Jonathan used the excess wires as a det cord while the two men began to disarm the thirty-two nukes. The ship was still alive considering the missile impact timers were extremely accurate but these were put on hold. Without the ignition element, the cores were extremely stable and wouldn't go nuclear in the explosion. They still needed to check on the ship systems to see why the hybrids aren't dead and remove the hold. Removing the cloth cover over his tactical pad, the screen was a bit fuzzy from the lack of a connection with the satellites but would work for what he was doing. Placing the wires into the data flow, he watched while the pad analyzed and interpreted everything to create an understandable interface. Analyzing the information from the hybrids, this was far outside the norms considering this A.I wasn't Cylon in origin and was keeping the hybrids alive. Cylons are very precise with their technology with hybrids acting as a buffer for FTL and other complex systems but this A.I was a virus that was using them. Everything hinged on this one thing but he knew a bit about Cylon tech and knew he could delay everything but the A.I was now top priority. The issue he had to resolve was storing this A.I considering they never prepared for this outcome even more all but two people had an A.I and only one had the neural configuration to do so. He needed to bring this to November to make a decision and how to remove it from the Commander later. Hearing the sonic boom from the Viper high overhead, the patrol was a relief but with the dampening field up no one knew they were here or not even pay notice to the Basestar. The pre civil war raiders who killed Viper pilots with accuracy before forced to fight the Cavils and make truce by Terran Zero Tolerance policies. The fear he had was an invasion here. Kobol didn't have the same defenses as Terra and still lay swathes of undiscovered lands that they were inching towards. Kobol was relentless on them and he knew they would soon reach their limit. Getting up from the boulder, he took the tactical pad from Victor and knew it would be hard to convince the Commander to go through with the concept but maybe the man needed another voice in that noggin. Samantha was good for him but with her recent departure it had become difficult to keep him on track. Slowly approaching Mike, he had to lie to him to ensure their survival considering the impending explosion could disperse the dampening field. Kneeling down beside him, John spoke softly into the man's ear; "We have a solution so get them ready and join me," not giving him the full scoop since it would require him and Jonathan to hold him in place for what was coming next.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 3, 2021 18:29:55 GMT -6
Removing the cloth cover over his tactical pad, the screen was a bit fuzzy from the lack of a connection with the satellites but would work for what he was doing. Placing the wires into the data flow, he watched while the pad analyzed and interpreted everything to create an understandable interface. Analyzing the information from the hybrids, this was far outside the norms considering this A.I wasn't Cylon in origin and was keeping the hybrids alive. Cylons are very precise with their technology with hybrids acting as a buffer for FTL and other complex systems but this A.I was a virus that was using them. Everything hinged on this one thing but he knew a bit about Cylon tech and knew he could delay everything but the A.I was now top priority. The issue he had to resolve was storing this A.I considering they never prepared for this outcome even more all but two people had an A.I and only one had the neural configuration to do so. He needed to bring this to November to make a decision and how to remove it from the Commander later. Hearing the sonic boom from the Viper high overhead, the patrol was a relief but with the dampening field up no one knew they were here or not even pay notice to the Basestar. The pre civil war raiders who killed Viper pilots with accuracy before forced to fight the Cavils and make truce by Terran Zero Tolerance policies. The fear he had was an invasion here. Kobol didn't have the same defenses as Terra and still lay swathes of undiscovered lands that they were inching towards. Kobol was relentless on them and he knew they would soon reach their limit. Getting up from the boulder, he took the tactical pad from Victor and knew it would be hard to convince the Commander to go through with the concept but maybe the man needed another voice in that noggin. Samantha was good for him but with her recent departure it had become difficult to keep him on track. Slowly approaching Mike, he had to lie to him to ensure their survival considering the impending explosion could disperse the dampening field. Kneeling down beside him, John spoke softly into the man's ear; "We have a solution so get them ready and join me," not giving him the full scoop since it would require him and Jonathan to hold him in place for what was coming next. Talking with the Six, he was beginning to understand that these Cylons had been here for years thus it was likely they were forgotten by the entire Legion. Bringing them up to date, Mike excluded some details including why the Terrans left their home for this place and his own personal loss. Even while talking to the Six, he could see Sam sitting in the back with a consistent reminder that she wasn't there and that he was losing his frakkin mind. Listening to John, he excused himself from the Six as he followed the man into the Basestar but knew the explosion wasn't going to be small...those Vipers above likely have no clue concerning Terran ground operations. The smell was a reminder of the stench the dead has with the rotting meat and iron that exists even in synthetic blood. Moving past the Centurions carrying out the nuclear cores, this explosion meant no decontamination showers but they were going to need multiple showers to get the smell off of them. Approaching Victor and Jonathan, the only thing separating them was a chair with cables leading into it which meant only one certain thing; "So it is an A.I? You know my last experience was shit and is there another way?"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 3, 2021 18:53:29 GMT -6
Hearing the sonic boom from the Viper high overhead, the patrol was a relief but with the dampening field up no one knew they were here or not even pay notice to the Basestar. The pre civil war raiders who killed Viper pilots with accuracy before forced to fight the Cavils and make truce by Terran Zero Tolerance policies. The fear he had was an invasion here. Kobol didn't have the same defenses as Terra and still lay swathes of undiscovered lands that they were inching towards. Kobol was relentless on them and he knew they would soon reach their limit. Getting up from the boulder, he took the tactical pad from Victor and knew it would be hard to convince the Commander to go through with the concept but maybe the man needed another voice in that noggin. Samantha was good for him but with her recent departure it had become difficult to keep him on track. Slowly approaching Mike, he had to lie to him to ensure their survival considering the impending explosion could disperse the dampening field. Kneeling down beside him, John spoke softly into the man's ear; "We have a solution so get them ready and join me," not giving him the full scoop since it would require him and Jonathan to hold him in place for what was coming next. Talking with the Six, he was beginning to understand that these Cylons had been here for years thus it was likely they were forgotten by the entire Legion. Bringing them up to date, Mike excluded some details including why the Terrans left their home for this place and his own personal loss. Even while talking to the Six, he could see Sam sitting in the back with a consistent reminder that she wasn't there and that he was losing his frakkin mind. Listening to John, he excused himself from the Six as he followed the man into the Basestar but knew the explosion wasn't going to be small...those Vipers above likely have no clue concerning Terran ground operations. The smell was a reminder of the stench the dead has with the rotting meat and iron that exists even in synthetic blood. Moving past the Centurions carrying out the nuclear cores, this explosion meant no decontamination showers but they were going to need multiple showers to get the smell off of them. Approaching Victor and Jonathan, the only thing separating them was a chair with cables leading into it which meant only one certain thing; "So it is an A.I? You know my last experience was shit and is there another way?" Securing the A.I between the hybrids and this room, he couldn't simply remove the self-destruction order but could delay it for three minutes. Three minutes to travel out of these twisted hallways, down the entrance and to the water where they came in at while likely having to carry the Commander out...not an easy task but a task for Mr. November to complete since the man could easy do it. The transfer would take seconds but things like this is usually done in bigger teams not by two individuals. Having the two men hold down the Commander, he connected him to the data stream with the lights changing from natural to red indicating that the fuse has been lit with the Commander going limp but his eyes and breathing indicating he was alive. Gathering his gear, Victor ran behind them as the timer winded down knowing they'll just make it but knew this explosion would be seen from above.
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