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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on May 2, 2018 19:27:53 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. Confused, Michael could see those people as clearly as he could see her and yet they weren't there? He's had at most 12 hours of sleep since dropping here and running on the adrenaline with the constant threat of being eaten but he needed to slow down. Looking past her, he could see Bones standing there in his old SF uniform which reminded him of a side he's been working on getting rid of. Stepping back from her, Michael walked over his rifle while placing his hand on his holster; "Stay back, I'm not going to fall for this again," he was in pure panic mode with his mind so mixed up.
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Secretary of Defense Yolander
Civilian Official
Secretary of Defense and Former Marine General
Marine to the end
Posts: 43
Registered: Jul 30, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -6
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Post by Secretary of Defense Yolander on May 9, 2018 19:25:52 GMT -6
Jasmine had met with the officers and senior enlisted types as well as several of the government officials here on Kobol. Now she was ready to get a bite to eat and some badly needed rest. She could smell the food so she headed in the direction that her nose was sending her. Approaching the entrance to what had to be the chow hall, she watched as several shuttles came in over the camp and headed to the completed air station. Supplies and equipment were steadily being brought down to the surface. Stepping into the large tent, she could see quite a few people inside. She grabbed a tray and stood on the serving line. Once she had gotten some food, she made her way to a long table and sat down, immediately eating the food on her tray.
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Secretary of Defense Yolander
Civilian Official
Secretary of Defense and Former Marine General
Marine to the end
Posts: 43
Registered: Jul 30, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -6
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Post by Secretary of Defense Yolander on May 24, 2018 8:45:33 GMT -6
Walking around the city (it was now officially a city and no longer a camp), Jasmine was impressed how quickly the construction had progressed. Already there were five 3 story buildings to house the residents along with a few dozen smaller buildings. The airfield was now completed and was busy with the last of the cargo ships coming down to off load their supplies. Within six months, the first arrivals from the Colonies were due to arrive. Shortly after that, the next batch of ships from terra would be here. She made a mental note to see to it the last of her belongings were brought down from the Jelan before the ships made their journey back to Terra. She couldn't help but marvel at the clean lines of the city and the vast amount of green spaces set between the buildings. Soon enough though, these empty streets would be clogged with people and vehicles, the noise and sounds emanating across the valley. She was aware that the other settlements around the planet were progressing as well. So far, there were now seven cities established, though none of them had any proper names. This one was merely referred to as Camp 101 but a name would be chosen eventually.
The last of the marines had been brought down to the surface and were getting themselves situated in their new barracks, set near the airfield. her new quarters were also there. She was heading that way now, enjoying the walk there and the beautiful day. She wondered though, how much longer would all this last?
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on May 27, 2018 22:05:13 GMT -6
Confused, Michael could see those people as clearly as he could see her and yet they weren't there? He's had at most 12 hours of sleep since dropping here and running on the adrenaline with the constant threat of being eaten but he needed to slow down. Looking past her, he could see Bones standing there in his old SF uniform which reminded him of a side he's been working on getting rid of. Stepping back from her, Michael walked over his rifle while placing his hand on his holster; "Stay back, I'm not going to fall for this again," he was in pure panic mode with his mind so mixed up. She could see that he seemed panicked, and perhaps it was something more than just the lack of sleep. Sam continued to slow step towards him, until he looked as if he would pull his sidearm out or go for the rifle. "Fall for what?" she asked calmly, taking a few more steps closer to him. "Look, I don't know what's going on... All I know is, I'm real. I'm here with you. This is real," she slowly reached to tug the chain from around her neck, holding it up to look at the wedding band that she always had with her. "Are you willing to take a shot and risk it? Do you want to risk shooting me?" If it was Bones, she would likely be dead. She knew Michael wouldn't do it, but the other one would do it just for torment. Sam came to a stop a few feet in front of him. Her hands were held at her side, when she could have easily taken out her own sidearm and watch things go to complete shit. "I can't help you if you choose not to let me..."
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Post by Issac Robinson on Sept 11, 2018 19:28:09 GMT -6
Landing on Kobol with the newest batch of civilians, Issac was a man of little emotion since he came here for survival. The news spread fast and his decision to leave conflicted that of his ex-wife who had faith in the gods.
He had seen the gods abandon him when he served in the Colonies when the Cylons came. Serving once as a Secret Service Agent to the President, he soon lost that job when they found drugs in his jacket. Losing his job from his wife's mistake, he had to adapt and soon began taking odd jobs.
Wearing black cargo pants with a black shirt and blazer, he had simply a card that had a location that he could track with the GPS reader. Unknown to the Marines, he brought his own self defense weapons with him and experience that kept him alive. Walking to a small park, he took a seat as he watched the other refugees decide where to go.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Sept 11, 2018 19:57:39 GMT -6
Coming here has changed him, Jack watched his now ex-wife take his idea and alter it to this twisted motion. He had received treatments for the plants but he was back to his old ways with one person on his mind.
Wearing a black jumpsuit worn by the atmospheric pilots, this allowed him to move unnoticed for he didn't want anyone to trace this to him.
Placing the avatar glasses on, he took a seat beside Issac to hand him a black file. Whispering, Jack kept his voice down as he spoke; "Wasn't easy contacting you but heard you are the best and that is what I need. The person in that file needs to be removed from the field."
It was difficult for him to choose but this needed to happen now as opposed to later.
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Post by Issac Robinson on Sept 11, 2018 20:17:21 GMT -6
Glancing over the file, this target was close by and one that he could easily take out but why? Normally that is something even he doesn't ask but this seemed to be a test. Taking the photo, Issac had seen this person earlier but knew killing would be difficult as he set fire to the file; "Its hard to kill here and how do I know that you will pay regardless?"
Placing the file in the dirt, Issac had a plan and each kill would test him; you don't become the best by luck. Staying the best is done by knowing how the authorities think and he has THAT experience.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 11, 2018 20:29:30 GMT -6
Confused, Michael could see those people as clearly as he could see her and yet they weren't there? He's had at most 12 hours of sleep since dropping here and running on the adrenaline with the constant threat of being eaten but he needed to slow down. Looking past her, he could see Bones standing there in his old SF uniform which reminded him of a side he's been working on getting rid of. Stepping back from her, Michael walked over his rifle while placing his hand on his holster; "Stay back, I'm not going to fall for this again," he was in pure panic mode with his mind so mixed up. She could see that he seemed panicked, and perhaps it was something more than just the lack of sleep. Sam continued to slow step towards him, until he looked as if he would pull his sidearm out or go for the rifle. "Fall for what?" she asked calmly, taking a few more steps closer to him. "Look, I don't know what's going on... All I know is, I'm real. I'm here with you. This is real," she slowly reached to tug the chain from around her neck, holding it up to look at the wedding band that she always had with her. "Are you willing to take a shot and risk it? Do you want to risk shooting me?" If it was Bones, she would likely be dead. She knew Michael wouldn't do it, but the other one would do it just for torment. Sam came to a stop a few feet in front of him. Her hands were held at her side, when she could have easily taken out her own sidearm and watch things go to complete shit. "I can't help you if you choose not to let me..." Dropping the pistol, Michael could feel himself changing and it terrifies him especially to think that he would kill her. Dropping down onto his ass, he had the look of shock on his face as he thought over the situation; "Sorry. This place is confusing and...I don't know what to do." Michael had never been this confused about anything and now he was lost.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Sept 11, 2018 21:03:04 GMT -6
Glancing over the file, this target was close by and one that he could easily take out but why? Normally that is something even he doesn't ask but this seemed to be a test. Taking the photo, Issac had seen this person earlier but knew killing would be difficult as he set fire to the file; "Its hard to kill here and how do I know that you will pay regardless?" Placing the file in the dirt, Issac had a plan and each kill would test him; you don't become the best by luck. Staying the best is done by knowing how the authorities think and he has THAT experience. The man had a point, though, one that he had pondered upon as he whispered to him; "Make it look like an accident. It's easier to explain accidents than resting on the thought of an assassin on the planet." Handing him a reinforced satellite phone, Jack had already transferred him the cubits for this meeting; "All I require is a photo and after that I'll send you another target." Getting up, Jack couldn't risk intelligence assets finding him here.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 11, 2018 21:23:47 GMT -6
Solving one issue at a time starting with the seasonal allergies and now how to get in Eva's pants. Samuel is a medical genius but women...everyone has their low point and he has his own. She was a vigilante at heart and he's always been a soldier since joining up but new planet.
Their small base had grown into a modular city and the economy is small which has left him taking iou payments. Iou payments can't get him coverage for an apartment which has left him to sleep in his office. Even more, he can't afford fancy things which had him wearing the basics in this humid environment.
Yet, besides work, all he can do is dream and know she's chasing after someone better than him. Wait, did he compare himself to Johnathan or a criminal? Is it best to compare to either one compared to his sexless boring life? One thing has remained true, Samuel needs more sleep to ponder more.
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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 Sept 11, 2018 21:42:32 GMT -6
Kneeling beside a stream, Johnathan was finishing up on trimming his beard as he kept his eyes on the trees. Four researchers died while investigating ruins and the decision was made to isolate till reinforcements can clear some of this jungle. He still had the scars of a mountain lion that attacked him which now has him seriously thinking about how to survive on this world.
Placing his scissors in his kit, he cleaned off the excess hair before putting back on his ACU jacket. He looked more like a Marine but this gear has protected him far more than his rugged look in the past. Putting back in his tapered earpiece, he could hear John and Tom talk about running low on bullets. This was a true fear since they were all running on single shot to prevent from losing bullets. Picking up the P90, he lost his old rifle during that fateful fight and this was easier to hold.
Turning off the light, he whispered on the radio as he started his way to the bunker; "Everyone inside?"
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Post by Issac Robinson on Sept 11, 2018 23:10:22 GMT -6
Glancing over the file, this target was close by and one that he could easily take out but why? Normally that is something even he doesn't ask but this seemed to be a test. Taking the photo, Issac had seen this person earlier but knew killing would be difficult as he set fire to the file; "Its hard to kill here and how do I know that you will pay regardless?" Placing the file in the dirt, Issac had a plan and each kill would test him; you don't become the best by luck. Staying the best is done by knowing how the authorities think and he has THAT experience. The man had a point, though, one that he had pondered upon as he whispered to him; "Make it look like an accident. It's easier to explain accidents than resting on the thought of an assassin on the planet." Handing him a reinforced satellite phone, Jack had already transferred him the cubits for this meeting; "All I require is a photo and after that I'll send you another target." Getting up, Jack couldn't risk intelligence assets finding him here. According to the file, the man in the photo is a mugger and a good one given that local police couldn't locate him. Unlike the cops, Issac had resources and a means to use them to his advantage. This kill has to look like an accident so mugging gone wrong? Sitting at the bench, he had a lot to ponder on and plan since his contract has many more killings to go. No he's not a contract killer but less than a gun for hire...maybe a man that makes shit disappear. He's gonna have to get a better idea of his job cause either way he's gotta live here for the time being.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 12, 2018 16:21:50 GMT -6
Solving one issue at a time starting with the seasonal allergies and now how to get in Eva's pants. Samuel is a medical genius but women...everyone has their low point and he has his own. She was a vigilante at heart and he's always been a soldier since joining up but new planet. Their small base had grown into a modular city and the economy is small which has left him taking iou payments. Iou payments can't get him coverage for an apartment which has left him to sleep in his office. Even more, he can't afford fancy things which had him wearing the basics in this humid environment. Yet, besides work, all he can do is dream and know she's chasing after someone better than him. Wait, did he compare himself to Johnathan or a criminal? Is it best to compare to either one compared to his sexless boring life? One thing has remained true, Samuel needs more sleep to ponder more. Putting out his cigarette, Victor had picked up a few bad habits but he went from soldier to security operative. Same job except can't use his gun as often and no uniform but he gets paid. Holding a bag for a local burger place, the concept of real beef patties haven't made it here yet. Instead, soy flavored beef patties are on Kobol since cows are a rare commodity. Walking into the clinic, Victor set the bag down in front of Samuel; "For a doctor, you sure as hell sleep a lot."
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 12, 2018 19:12:35 GMT -6
Lifting his head up, Samuel had seen these bags before and wondered how hard could it be to ship cattle here. The first transport had engine failure and crashed on Kobol which killed the cattle well second transport only brought females so they have milk reserves now. Taking the bag, he pulled out the cheeseburger which didn't even use real cheese but ration cheese.
Sitting on his cot, Samuel wasn't even hungry but nibbled at the burger to hide his disgust with soy burgers. Drinking a bottle of water, he noticed Victor looking over his desk; "Won't be stationed here much longer," placing the burger in the bag, "transfer request orders."
He had been transferred to November's unit and a request like that is a death sentence considering the harsh jungle. With the disappearance of Michael Thrax and Samantha Martin, Eva doing her own thing, military downsizing and everything else; he couldn't stay static.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 12, 2018 20:05:37 GMT -6
Lifting his head up, Samuel had seen these bags before and wondered how hard could it be to ship cattle here. The first transport had engine failure and crashed on Kobol which killed the cattle well second transport only brought females so they have milk reserves now. Taking the bag, he pulled out the cheeseburger which didn't even use real cheese but ration cheese. Sitting on his cot, Samuel wasn't even hungry but nibbled at the burger to hide his disgust with soy burgers. Drinking a bottle of water, he noticed Victor looking over his desk; "Won't be stationed here much longer," placing the burger in the bag, "transfer request orders." He had been transferred to November's unit and a request like that is a death sentence considering the harsh jungle. With the disappearance of Michael Thrax and Samantha Martin, Eva doing her own thing, military downsizing and everything else; he couldn't stay static. Wait, he was leaving? They had been working together for a long time but now this was going to change. Scanning the transfer orders with his phone as he matched the location to orbital scans; "They are still in an undeveloped area of the planet and I wouldn't be a good friend to let you go." Unlike Samuel, Victor had access to gear in the local armory and had the latest intelligence though still meant confronting Eva. All reports say she's a vigilante but she was also a great friend. This meant seeking her out, after all, helping November out would be helping older friends. Now, oddly enough, he wondered if they had uncontrollable hair issues...maybe drinking could clear up these random thoughts?
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