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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Dec 8, 2017 18:39:03 GMT -6
Stopping short of an old stone bridge, Michael chirped at the big cat as it sat down in front of them with a shallow stream ahead. Pulling his canteen out of the pack, he poured a bit in a cup for the big cat before taking a seat; "Reactivated him. It's a constant battle now to keep him at bay but I'm not pushing my myself." In the distance, he could see a glowing moss and knew from past experience that it was a chemical process but even more that looked deliberate. Every other tree had moss on it like a fence line and that had his attention since that took time and only 10 people had been on Kobol till recently. Taking a sip of water, he got up as he whistled at the cat; "I'm here and well just taking a walk around Kobol before the ship gets here," glancing over at Sam, "before you go back to work." She had known what his answer would be, that Bones was still a part of him, because Sam had never believed when he said that he was gone before. Something like that would always be apart of him. What alarmed her was not knowing when she was with Michael, or if it was the other. Taking a deep breath, she snapped out of the haze that clouded her mind when he whistled for his companion. She took a moment to look at their surroundings, noticing a glow not far from where they stood. ”To be honest, I don’t know when the Independence plans to arrive here. I can’t technically go back to work until then, and I don’t plan on it.” Three separate supply ships were supposed to have followed her days after she left the ship, yet none of them had arrived. She wondered how long, or even if, before they showed. Kneeling down, he noticed his big cat staying away from the trees for she must know what is ahead of them and he wasn't going to force her. Unclipping his pack, he reached inside to find a folded G36; "Well, from what I can tell, the ships so far have been dropping shit off so maybe they can't leave so," closing his pack, "maybe I can build that cabin after all while we wait." Picking up his pack, he handed the big cat a shoulder blade from their last kill before stepping past the tree posts; "They brought me here to explore so time to explore," continuing on as he noticed a plain up ahead but also people. These weren't Terrans and not Colonials but who and even more how long have they been here? Staying in cover, he watched as these people lit fireplaces and began cooking dinner with children running about.
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Marla Johanssen
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Jan 14, 2018 18:57:18 GMT -6
What had seemed like weeks since she had fallen asleep had in reality been only several hours, which was longer than she usually slept. She got up from the cot and looked around the tent. Alone, as usual. She stood up and stretched, grabbing her jacket. It was still dark outside. She looked at her watch. Terran time, that made sense. She needed to set her watch to the local time, whatever that was. Stepping outside the tent she saw the sentries walking around, weapons at the ready as always. IN the distance she could hear the sounds of what passed for civilization on this planet. People talking, vehicles running, heavy equipment working. Soon a city would be built here. She looked up towards the sky, wondering when the ships would begin landing. Last she had heard, the issue surrounding the enhanced FTL's and the resulting problems was being remedied but that should not have prevented the smaller transports from coming to the surface, unless someone up there had decided to wait until everything was fixed.
That also got her to wondering what was taking place back home.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jan 18, 2018 10:02:28 GMT -6
He had been running tests on the body for hours and been getting the same result which told him that this body isn't interacting with his gear. INCONCLUSIVE RESULT each time and it was becoming frustrating as if this sample wasn't valid enough. Taking a sample of his blood, he put it through the analyzer and got a result but he saw everything including his white blood count was elevated. He was slightly stressed but he also saw a hallucinogen in his blood in high counts which even he didn't know how it got there.
Taking a blood sample from a Colonial Marine, it showed no hallucinogen which could only mean something here was interacting with them negatively. There was no body. No link. Just a shared hallucination and there was a chance they needed a cure otherwise Kobol is far from Terran safe.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jan 19, 2018 23:24:29 GMT -6
Kneeling down, he noticed his big cat staying away from the trees for she must know what is ahead of them and he wasn't going to force her. Unclipping his pack, he reached inside to find a folded G36; "Well, from what I can tell, the ships so far have been dropping shit off so maybe they can't leave so," closing his pack, "maybe I can build that cabin after all while we wait." Picking up his pack, he handed the big cat a shoulder blade from their last kill before stepping past the tree posts; "They brought me here to explore so time to explore," continuing on as he noticed a plain up ahead but also people. These weren't Terrans and not Colonials but who and even more how long have they been here? Staying in cover, he watched as these people lit fireplaces and began cooking dinner with children running about. While he had moved into cover, her mind was elsewhere. Sam knew they couldn't go back to Terran, that wasn't an option when the planet wouldn't be there in the years to come. Everything they'd had together there was going to be gone, if it wasn't already. Going back to the colonies had been a thought in the back of her mind, going back to Tauron. But she wouldn't be anywhere that he wasn't, and at the mention of a cabin, she wondered if there was maybe some hope or if it was possible at all. Her mind quickly shifted to thoughts of the Independence, and why the ship wasn't there yet. Was there a problem, had they been attacked or even worse? She could feel her heart begin to race rapidly, which snapped Sam back to reality. Seeing Michael crouched, she followed and did the same, looking forward into a clearing to see what it could be. She expected a pack of wild animals, or to suddenly hear the sounds of gunfire surrounding them. But nothing caught her eye. It was quiet, and confusing. "What is it? What's wrong?" Her voice was low enough but she was sure it could be heard by him. And for a moment, she entertained the thought that it wasn't Michael she was speaking to, but the other one when she got no answer. "Michael... What's out there?"
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Marla Johanssen
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Jan 24, 2018 14:41:56 GMT -6
Marla was wandering through what constituted the camp, looking for anyone connected to the Administrators office. She had just been informed by one of her team members in one of the other locations that a number of the smaller transport and cargo ships had begun arriving and were off loading supplies and equipment but that it appeared most of the food supplies were being sent to a location where nobody was assigned, meaning there would be nobody there to ensure the food was protected or properly disbursed.
She kept looking around the maze of tents and pre-built structures when all of a sudden, a young man in a tattered uniform bumped into her, almost knocking her down. He was talking in gibberish and was flailing his arms around wildly. Without any warning, he reached around to his backside and pulled out a long knife, raising it upwards as if to thrust it at her. Not hesitating, Marla unholstered her side arm, drew on the man and fired three quick shots. The sound immediately aroused the entire camp. Within seconds, several Terran Marines came running towards her, their weapons at the ready.
"Hold your fire! He was about to attack me. I had no choice but to fire."
She quickly held up her ID for the Marines to see. Looking at them, she asked a question.
"Does anyone know who he is?"
One of the marines looked down and then looked at Marla.
"He's one of the engineers that was working on the water treatment facility, I believe he's a colonial citizen. What happened?"
"I was looking for the Administrator's tent when all of a sudden he came out of nowhere and almost knocked me down. Then he reached around to his backside and pulled out that large knife you see in his hand. I acted on my training and did what I had to in order to protect myself."
One of the other Marines looked at the dead man and then commented.
"Tight group, he didn't stand a chance. I guess there was no possibility of wounding him, huh?"
Marla looked at the woman coldly.
"Perhaps in the same situation you would have done it differently?"
"Uh, no disrespect meant ma'am, sorry. We'll have to get a written statement on this but you'll have to follow us to the HQ tent, the OOD will want to speak to you."
"I know the routine Corporal, lead the way."
Marla wasn't so much concerned with shooting the man. She was more interested to know why he was acting the way he was.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Feb 7, 2018 22:51:46 GMT -6
Kneeling down, he noticed his big cat staying away from the trees for she must know what is ahead of them and he wasn't going to force her. Unclipping his pack, he reached inside to find a folded G36; "Well, from what I can tell, the ships so far have been dropping shit off so maybe they can't leave so," closing his pack, "maybe I can build that cabin after all while we wait." Picking up his pack, he handed the big cat a shoulder blade from their last kill before stepping past the tree posts; "They brought me here to explore so time to explore," continuing on as he noticed a plain up ahead but also people. These weren't Terrans and not Colonials but who and even more how long have they been here? Staying in cover, he watched as these people lit fireplaces and began cooking dinner with children running about. While he had moved into cover, her mind was elsewhere. Sam knew they couldn't go back to Terran, that wasn't an option when the planet wouldn't be there in the years to come. Everything they'd had together there was going to be gone, if it wasn't already. Going back to the colonies had been a thought in the back of her mind, going back to Tauron. But she wouldn't be anywhere that he wasn't, and at the mention of a cabin, she wondered if there was maybe some hope or if it was possible at all. Her mind quickly shifted to thoughts of the Independence, and why the ship wasn't there yet. Was there a problem, had they been attacked or even worse? She could feel her heart begin to race rapidly, which snapped Sam back to reality. Seeing Michael crouched, she followed and did the same, looking forward into a clearing to see what it could be. She expected a pack of wild animals, or to suddenly hear the sounds of gunfire surrounding them. But nothing caught her eye. It was quiet, and confusing. "What is it? What's wrong?" Her voice was low enough but she was sure it could be heard by him. And for a moment, she entertained the thought that it wasn't Michael she was speaking to, but the other one when she got no answer. "Michael... What's out there?" Michael couldn't make sense of it after all those people should've saw her since they were looking at them. Getting up, Bones was laughing in his head for there was little doubt that he was actually here. Were they playing mind games? Could he still be on the Independence? Dropping the rifle as the people disappeared to leave ruins in front of them, he was now questioning everything; "Who are you? Where are we?" He knew any trip to Kobol would be heavily reviewed and he knew nothing about this place...maybe this is a dream? He was confused by it all, yet, unaware that the plants and pollen were affecting him.
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Marla Johanssen
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Mar 1, 2018 21:01:29 GMT -6
Marla watched as the group of raptors and shuttles came in for their landing. The engineers had finally finished the aerodrome so no more muddy field. She had been informed that the new commander of the ground forces had arrived. She had also been informed who that person was. She had heard of the woman and had no issues with her being assigned here but wondered how the Colonials who were set to arrive in a few months from the Colonies would think of it. For now, she waited. She now had a better idea as to why the person she had shot and killed was acting the way he had been acting and it was something that could quite possibly end this colonization of Kobol before it even got off the ground.
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Jonathan Harperson
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Mar 3, 2018 11:57:36 GMT -6
He had been running tests on the body for hours and been getting the same result which told him that this body isn't interacting with his gear. INCONCLUSIVE RESULT each time and it was becoming frustrating as if this sample wasn't valid enough. Taking a sample of his blood, he put it through the analyzer and got a result but he saw everything including his white blood count was elevated. He was slightly stressed but he also saw a hallucinogen in his blood in high counts which even he didn't know how it got there. Taking a blood sample from a Colonial Marine, it showed no hallucinogen which could only mean something here was interacting with them negatively. There was no body. No link. Just a shared hallucination and there was a chance they needed a cure otherwise Kobol is far from Terran safe. Getting a report from Victor, this was proving to be troublesome especially since medication from Terra only seemed to be temporary relief. High dosages would kill which meant they needed to find the source though for them they've found a temporary solution. The bunker had been refitted with filters that the colonization team had given them and was catching the pollen long before it got to them. Even for Johnathan, there was the withdraw headaches but now the headaches were far and few in between. The information gathered proved one thing; the Thirteenth Tribe went from intelligent scientists to Cylons who eventually fled. The research pointed at a doctor who hasn't been named as the creator and from tubes that he was nearing towards the perfect race. Looking over his tablet, Jonathan watched while the computer translated before calling over John; "This lab goes down another two levels though still don't know why this research was important."
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Post by John November on Mar 3, 2018 12:06:16 GMT -6
He had been running tests on the body for hours and been getting the same result which told him that this body isn't interacting with his gear. INCONCLUSIVE RESULT each time and it was becoming frustrating as if this sample wasn't valid enough. Taking a sample of his blood, he put it through the analyzer and got a result but he saw everything including his white blood count was elevated. He was slightly stressed but he also saw a hallucinogen in his blood in high counts which even he didn't know how it got there. Taking a blood sample from a Colonial Marine, it showed no hallucinogen which could only mean something here was interacting with them negatively. There was no body. No link. Just a shared hallucination and there was a chance they needed a cure otherwise Kobol is far from Terran safe. Getting a report from Victor, this was proving to be troublesome especially since medication from Terra only seemed to be temporary relief. High dosages would kill which meant they needed to find the source though for them they've found a temporary solution. The bunker had been refitted with filters that the colonization team had given them and was catching the pollen long before it got to them. Even for Johnathan, there was the withdraw headaches but now the headaches were far and few in between. The information gathered proved one thing; the Thirteenth Tribe went from intelligent scientists to Cylons who eventually fled. The research pointed at a doctor who hasn't been named as the creator and from tubes that he was nearing towards the perfect race. Looking over his tablet, Jonathan watched while the computer translated before calling over John; "This lab goes down another two levels though still don't know why this research was important." Walking up to Jonathan, this research was extensive with him analyzing past mistakes in creating simple things like an arm or leg with mechanical solutions. It had turned his stomach to believe this fabled Thirteenth Tribe had went this far for immortality. Yes, immortality against the wishes of the other Twelve Tribes and yet even now they are outrunning death here. Another two levels?! They were already at the bottom of the lake and going down more meant they really wanted to ground this place. Relaying it to Tom, John crossed his arms as he looked over the mask; "Anything in there about the pollen?"
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Mar 4, 2018 12:49:57 GMT -6
Getting a report from Victor, this was proving to be troublesome especially since medication from Terra only seemed to be temporary relief. High dosages would kill which meant they needed to find the source though for them they've found a temporary solution. The bunker had been refitted with filters that the colonization team had given them and was catching the pollen long before it got to them. Even for Johnathan, there was the withdraw headaches but now the headaches were far and few in between. The information gathered proved one thing; the Thirteenth Tribe went from intelligent scientists to Cylons who eventually fled. The research pointed at a doctor who hasn't been named as the creator and from tubes that he was nearing towards the perfect race. Looking over his tablet, Jonathan watched while the computer translated before calling over John; "This lab goes down another two levels though still don't know why this research was important." Walking up to Jonathan, this research was extensive with him analyzing past mistakes in creating simple things like an arm or leg with mechanical solutions. It had turned his stomach to believe this fabled Thirteenth Tribe had went this far for immortality. Yes, immortality against the wishes of the other Twelve Tribes and yet even now they are outrunning death here. Another two levels?! They were already at the bottom of the lake and going down more meant they really wanted to ground this place. Relaying it to Tom, John crossed his arms as he looked over the mask; "Anything in there about the pollen?" Shaking his head, it's likely the pollen has always been here and that it didn't have any major affect on the Colonials as opposed to them. He had passed on the recommendation for the filters till a long term solution arises though he had his theories on the pollen being not just one source but from multiple sources. This theory explains why their standard antihistamine isn't working. Reading over a file from the scientists here, Jonathan turned to John as he snickered; "Cylons created here, at least, the humanoid ones didn't live long due to the inability to breath due to the pollen."
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Mar 5, 2018 16:23:10 GMT -6
Entering the bunker through the airlock created to keep pollen out of the facility though he had to wear a hazmat suit outside. Carrying a metallic case of pollen samples, there was many guesses about the pollen but couldn't analyze them till a safe room is assembled.
A safe room is specifically designed to keep samples sterile and out of harm from them though this room would require another airlock.
Tom had put in a request for Caprica to drop off a safe room with an airlock and even face rebreathers though that wasn't at the top of the list. Walking down to Jonathan, he set the case down as he set down his pack; "They're focused at London site but we have two weeks left of food and they're working on building a bridge so our supplies won't run out."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Mar 5, 2018 16:47:54 GMT -6
Marla watched as the group of raptors and shuttles came in for their landing. The engineers had finally finished the aerodrome so no more muddy field. She had been informed that the new commander of the ground forces had arrived. She had also been informed who that person was. She had heard of the woman and had no issues with her being assigned here but wondered how the Colonials who were set to arrive in a few months from the Colonies would think of it. For now, she waited. She now had a better idea as to why the person she had shot and killed was acting the way he had been acting and it was something that could quite possibly end this colonization of Kobol before it even got off the ground. Wearing a filtered mask over his mouth and nose, Victor knew Concordia was in better footing while he worked within his means though he had a theory. He had examined the dead soldier and knew the levels of natural chemicals were all time high which meant hallucinations as well as headaches seemed to be symptoms. He theorized certain seasons heighten the pollen level though other seasons might make this place livable. Kneeling down into the grass, this is the one organism that is everywhere and with the weeds could be responsible for the pollen but it was a theory. Approaching Marla, he spoke up though his rebreather; "It could be the grass but also seasonal though researchers from Scorpia will be here in two weeks. Concordia is suggesting filters otherwise expect hallucinations and headaches in less than twelve hours due to prolonged exposure."
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Post by Rep. Ashley Thrax on Mar 6, 2018 14:47:26 GMT -6
Setting up the fort, raptors were moving stones from a distant quarry to begin laying down the wall against a wooden frame but it would be time till its blast proof. With the new wave of raptors, she began to see SF's which had her worried though for now it was about working on setting up a data center.
Two massive computer cores had already been planted with cooling centers but setting up a line to Concordia. The pollen as well as the wildlife were proving to be a challenge as opposed to leading a line to London with amplifier stations and even barracks.
She had heard good news that her husband was alive though her own scouts were having difficulty on finding Michael. Maybe letting Bones out was a bad idea but she couldn't fight with herself with past decisions.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Mar 12, 2018 1:05:24 GMT -6
Michael couldn't make sense of it after all those people should've saw her since they were looking at them. Getting up, Bones was laughing in his head for there was little doubt that he was actually here. Were they playing mind games? Could he still be on the Independence? Dropping the rifle as the people disappeared to leave ruins in front of them, he was now questioning everything; "Who are you? Where are we?" He knew any trip to Kobol would be heavily reviewed and he knew nothing about this place...maybe this is a dream? He was confused by it all, yet, unaware that the plants and pollen were affecting him. There could have been a million things going through his head when he spoke, and Sam cursed herself for not being more prepared. There was nothing in her pack to slow him if Bones were to reemerge now. Not even a tranquiler. And while she hoped it wasn't about to come to that, she was afraid that it was some trick to mess with her mind or get her guard down just enough. The safety on her sidearm remained off, but there was no way she could bring herself to shoot him anyway. Instead, she cleared her throat and kept her composure. "We are on Kobol, and it's me; it's Samantha."It was completely silent at that point, nothing else around them. She wanted to know what he saw, but it was doubtful that she would get much out of him in that moment. Sam momentarily looked down to the ground where his rifle had dropped, before looking back him at Michael. "Maybe we should take a little more time to rest. Do you remember the last time you slept?" As much as she wanted to believe that it was just lack or sleep, she knew something was off.
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Apr 18, 2018 19:46:42 GMT -6
Marla watched as the group of raptors and shuttles came in for their landing. The engineers had finally finished the aerodrome so no more muddy field. She had been informed that the new commander of the ground forces had arrived. She had also been informed who that person was. She had heard of the woman and had no issues with her being assigned here but wondered how the Colonials who were set to arrive in a few months from the Colonies would think of it. For now, she waited. She now had a better idea as to why the person she had shot and killed was acting the way he had been acting and it was something that could quite possibly end this colonization of Kobol before it even got off the ground. Wearing a filtered mask over his mouth and nose, Victor knew Concordia was in better footing while he worked within his means though he had a theory. He had examined the dead soldier and knew the levels of natural chemicals were all time high which meant hallucinations as well as headaches seemed to be symptoms. He theorized certain seasons heighten the pollen level though other seasons might make this place livable. Kneeling down into the grass, this is the one organism that is everywhere and with the weeds could be responsible for the pollen but it was a theory. Approaching Marla, he spoke up though his rebreather; "It could be the grass but also seasonal though researchers from Scorpia will be here in two weeks. Concordia is suggesting filters otherwise expect hallucinations and headaches in less than twelve hours due to prolonged exposure." Marla listened to what the man said. She nodded as she listened. When he had finished, she spoke. "True but a few of the science types have come up with another theory, something to do with a berry bush some of the workers found and have been making, uh, a sort of wine from. They seem to think when the berries are cooked and then fermented, they are safe but if eaten raw, there is some kind of chemical reaction taking place. A bit over my head but does make sense. There is so much we don't know about this planet. I have a feeling we're going to be discovering a lot in the coming days and weeks though." Marla had a feeling there was so much more to come and none of it was going to be good for any of them.
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