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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Sept 24, 2018 23:27:24 GMT -6
Stopping, Samuel heard the rumors from those in the field as he turned to her; "Site B is a complete mess and we've all but stopped going," finishing up the bandage, "three soldiers hold that site for now." Tossing his gloves aside, Samuel wasn't one to be worried but this transfer had him terrified; "Honestly...I'd rather go there with a team which meant waiting for you and well Victor is a recovering alcoholic." Nodding, Victor crossed his arm in agreement but knew there was more to it. His shrink stated that he had PTSD from all the fighting and that he shouldn't be in a fight. No one knew knew this but much like everything else he hid it till now. Turning to Eva, he had heard of scouts like her but few come back here; "Injured in the field? I'm only offering to go to keep him safe but...I'm three weeks away from retirement." It wasn't a voluntary decision but one pressed upon him with the Generals and the government. He wasn't the same soldier he once was and had a shaky hand which prevented him from using a rifle. This had been one of the few times she'd seen either of them since being on Kobol, but judging from their demeanor, she was slowly starting to see that they were a little different since being there. They were all growing different, the planet did that in it's own way. Her brows raised a bit at the mention of retirement. It was something he deserved, though people like her could never retire from running away from everything. "We'll see how long retirement lasts," she joked, waiting until Samuel had finished before looking down at the bandaged arm. "Ran into a little trouble on my last run. Nothing that couldn't be handled." She failed to mentioned that it had been another scout who attacked her, coming at her with a knife. She could still remember the delirious look on the man's face, as if he was on another world or looking at a ghost. "You'll be leaving soon then? Another pair of eyes never hurt, and that would be more protection for the good doctor." Sometimes it was easier to be shunned. It meant not having to always follow orders, or being ordered to stay confined in a small place like this.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 25, 2018 17:36:19 GMT -6
Nodding, Victor crossed his arm in agreement but knew there was more to it. His shrink stated that he had PTSD from all the fighting and that he shouldn't be in a fight. No one knew knew this but much like everything else he hid it till now. Turning to Eva, he had heard of scouts like her but few come back here; "Injured in the field? I'm only offering to go to keep him safe but...I'm three weeks away from retirement." It wasn't a voluntary decision but one pressed upon him with the Generals and the government. He wasn't the same soldier he once was and had a shaky hand which prevented him from using a rifle. This had been one of the few times she'd seen either of them since being on Kobol, but judging from their demeanor, she was slowly starting to see that they were a little different since being there. They were all growing different, the planet did that in it's own way. Her brows raised a bit at the mention of retirement. It was something he deserved, though people like her could never retire from running away from everything. "We'll see how long retirement lasts," she joked, waiting until Samuel had finished before looking down at the bandaged arm. "Ran into a little trouble on my last run. Nothing that couldn't be handled." She failed to mentioned that it had been another scout who attacked her, coming at her with a knife. She could still remember the delirious look on the man's face, as if he was on another world or looking at a ghost. "You'll be leaving soon then? Another pair of eyes never hurt, and that would be more protection for the good doctor." Sometimes it was easier to be shunned. It meant not having to always follow orders, or being ordered to stay confined in a small place like this. Turning to her, he was stuck with surprises today and knowing that Victor's retirement wasn't by choice; "Are you joining us? Sorry to sound surprise but you're," damn the words, "a vigilante or scout. Its hard to keep track of, sorry." He had everything packed including his M4 which he cleans occasionally but rarely uses. Turning to Victor, he knew the man was too young to retire since there is barely a suitable place to put him; "We'll talk about this retirement bs, after all, I'm not retiring for a long time."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 26, 2018 19:30:09 GMT -6
This had been one of the few times she'd seen either of them since being on Kobol, but judging from their demeanor, she was slowly starting to see that they were a little different since being there. They were all growing different, the planet did that in it's own way. Her brows raised a bit at the mention of retirement. It was something he deserved, though people like her could never retire from running away from everything. "We'll see how long retirement lasts," she joked, waiting until Samuel had finished before looking down at the bandaged arm. "Ran into a little trouble on my last run. Nothing that couldn't be handled." She failed to mentioned that it had been another scout who attacked her, coming at her with a knife. She could still remember the delirious look on the man's face, as if he was on another world or looking at a ghost. "You'll be leaving soon then? Another pair of eyes never hurt, and that would be more protection for the good doctor." Sometimes it was easier to be shunned. It meant not having to always follow orders, or being ordered to stay confined in a small place like this. Turning to her, he was stuck with surprises today and knowing that Victor's retirement wasn't by choice; "Are you joining us? Sorry to sound surprise but you're," damn the words, "a vigilante or scout. Its hard to keep track of, sorry." He had everything packed including his M4 which he cleans occasionally but rarely uses. Turning to Victor, he knew the man was too young to retire since there is barely a suitable place to put him; "We'll talk about this retirement bs, after all, I'm not retiring for a long time." Crossing his arms, Victor had heard reports about scouts not returning from the wilderness. Given that Samuel had a temporary solution to the pollen, less than 20% of the military had received that medication. Noticing the gear, he knew leaving and even traveling at dark is dangerous; "Your the leader and the boss once we leave city limits." He was far too young to retire but his alcoholism and given his past Special Forces training makes him unpredictable and expensive. The new Kobol economy can't support him and other Special Forces. Retirement or demotion; those were his choices. Even his shaky hand made him a risk but can be psychological. Placing his left hand into his pocket, he smirked as he pushed everything to the back of his mind; "I have my bag outside and retirement is by force...some shit happened and now I'm a risk."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 27, 2018 23:12:36 GMT -6
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.
Letting out a low sigh of relief as she watched the pistol fall to the ground, Sam knew he was confused. She would have been too if it were her in that position. Nothing about this place made sense. They had been cut off from the others, and for the time being, had no way of knowing what was going on or if any of the fleet had actually made it. Taking a deep breath, she moved down to sit on the ground beside him. "We're not the same people we used to be, I doubt we ever will be again. Too much has happened."
It was true that they'd both been through enough hell, but that didn't mean it was time to give up. Sam waited a moment before continuing, gently placing a hand on top of his. "I don't know what to do either. But we'll figure it out together."
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Sept 27, 2018 23:37:46 GMT -6
Turning to her, he was stuck with surprises today and knowing that Victor's retirement wasn't by choice; "Are you joining us? Sorry to sound surprise but you're," damn the words, "a vigilante or scout. Its hard to keep track of, sorry." He had everything packed including his M4 which he cleans occasionally but rarely uses. Turning to Victor, he knew the man was too young to retire since there is barely a suitable place to put him; "We'll talk about this retirement bs, after all, I'm not retiring for a long time." Crossing his arms, Victor had heard reports about scouts not returning from the wilderness. Given that Samuel had a temporary solution to the pollen, less than 20% of the military had received that medication. Noticing the gear, he knew leaving and even traveling at dark is dangerous; "Your the leader and the boss once we leave city limits." He was far too young to retire but his alcoholism and given his past Special Forces training makes him unpredictable and expensive. The new Kobol economy can't support him and other Special Forces. Retirement or demotion; those were his choices. Even his shaky hand made him a risk but can be psychological. Placing his left hand into his pocket, he smirked as he pushed everything to the back of his mind; "I have my bag outside and retirement is by force...some shit happened and now I'm a risk." She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the Samuel's surprise. "Nothing wrong with having a scout tagging along. I never said I planned on staying, though," She said through a smirk. In truth, her intention was to make sure that Jonathan was okay. Everyone she'd questioned had told her nothing of use, this was the only way that made sense, other than taking off on her own and possibly not being as fortunate to make it back as she had this time. "Thanks for the help, Doc. I owe you one."
Walking back to where she had dropped her gear, she knew it wasn't wise to travel at night, especially with the wildlife that came out when the sun went down. "I'll finish gathering supplies and then meet you both outside."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 29, 2018 14:58:30 GMT -6
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.
Letting out a low sigh of relief as she watched the pistol fall to the ground, Sam knew he was confused. She would have been too if it were her in that position. Nothing about this place made sense. They had been cut off from the others, and for the time being, had no way of knowing what was going on or if any of the fleet had actually made it. Taking a deep breath, she moved down to sit on the ground beside him. "We're not the same people we used to be, I doubt we ever will be again. Too much has happened."
It was true that they'd both been through enough hell, but that didn't mean it was time to give up. Sam waited a moment before continuing, gently placing a hand on top of his. "I don't know what to do either. But we'll figure it out together."
Glancing over at her, Michael was exhausted but not from any activity today almost like this place was draining him. He was detached by this place and couldn't figure out how she has managed to keep it together. In the past, he's been everywhere except here so maybe something here was affecting him. Whispering, he was staring at his pack in front of him while thinking; "I don't know what to do," reaching for his pack as Bones whispered to him. Pulling out his medical gear, even with his mind confused he slowly mixed together something to put in a syringe. He held it while his other hand unrolled his sleeve, letting out a bit before placing it in his arm; "He says it'll work out." Collapsing onto the ground, his breathing became faint with the syringe and the blue liquid on the tip.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 29, 2018 16:30:31 GMT -6
Crossing his arms, Victor had heard reports about scouts not returning from the wilderness. Given that Samuel had a temporary solution to the pollen, less than 20% of the military had received that medication. Noticing the gear, he knew leaving and even traveling at dark is dangerous; "Your the leader and the boss once we leave city limits." He was far too young to retire but his alcoholism and given his past Special Forces training makes him unpredictable and expensive. The new Kobol economy can't support him and other Special Forces. Retirement or demotion; those were his choices. Even his shaky hand made him a risk but can be psychological. Placing his left hand into his pocket, he smirked as he pushed everything to the back of his mind; "I have my bag outside and retirement is by force...some shit happened and now I'm a risk." She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the Samuel's surprise. "Nothing wrong with having a scout tagging along. I never said I planned on staying, though," She said through a smirk. In truth, her intention was to make sure that Jonathan was okay. Everyone she'd questioned had told her nothing of use, this was the only way that made sense, other than taking off on her own and possibly not being as fortunate to make it back as she had this time. "Thanks for the help, Doc. I owe you one."
Walking back to where she had dropped her gear, she knew it wasn't wise to travel at night, especially with the wildlife that came out when the sun went down. "I'll finish gathering supplies and then meet you both outside."
Nodding, Samuel went into the back to change out of his scrubs and into a proper uniform. Pulling out his urban camouflage ACU, he took his time to put it on with the patches still on the right shoulder. Out of the blue shoes and into the reinforced boot that had slots for combat knives. Knee pads with his vest before picking up his redesigned M4 that cost him quite a bit of pay. Clipping on his pack and hat, he had quite a bit of medical supplies with ammunition. He had a sniper rifle in the corner that he planned on using as well since the .308 round could put down quite a bit. Adding the rifle to his pack, he walked out with his M4 in hand to see Victor dressed in a pair of jeans and flannel shirt; "Casual wear?"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 29, 2018 16:59:21 GMT -6
She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the Samuel's surprise. "Nothing wrong with having a scout tagging along. I never said I planned on staying, though," She said through a smirk. In truth, her intention was to make sure that Jonathan was okay. Everyone she'd questioned had told her nothing of use, this was the only way that made sense, other than taking off on her own and possibly not being as fortunate to make it back as she had this time. "Thanks for the help, Doc. I owe you one."
Walking back to where she had dropped her gear, she knew it wasn't wise to travel at night, especially with the wildlife that came out when the sun went down. "I'll finish gathering supplies and then meet you both outside."
Nodding, Samuel went into the back to change out of his scrubs and into a proper uniform. Pulling out his urban camouflage ACU, he took his time to put it on with the patches still on the right shoulder. Out of the blue shoes and into the reinforced boot that had slots for combat knives. Knee pads with his vest before picking up his redesigned M4 that cost him quite a bit of pay. Clipping on his pack and hat, he had quite a bit of medical supplies with ammunition. He had a sniper rifle in the corner that he planned on using as well since the .308 round could put down quite a bit. Adding the rifle to his pack, he walked out with his M4 in hand to see Victor dressed in a pair of jeans and flannel shirt; "Casual wear?" While Eva went to gather supplies and Samuel went to change, Victor went out to his humvee and opened the back. Pulling off his jacket, he slipped on a black and red flannel shirt with his vest ready. Strapping on his leg holster to his right leg and one on his left leg for throwing knives. Clipping his pack on, he moved a cover to reveal a rifle that the city protectors use; nicknamed hedge trimmer. A heavily modified M4 that can accommodate the .45 round with double C magazine and can see thermal which is quite handy. Turning to see Samuel, he shrugged as he closed up the humvee to slide a tablet into his pack; "Yeah, it'll be morning soon and keep that rifle down range," loading his rifle, "there are rumors of scouts turning on scouts."
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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 29, 2018 21:00:42 GMT -6
Placing his rifle beside his seat, Johnathan took a seat after placing his pack in the back. Holding onto the frame, he wondered if General Thrax would alert the reinforcements he asked for weeks ago. Strapping in, he could feel the adrenaline wearing off as he drifted asleep and dropped his guard. Sleep for them was a rarity with all of them since they have been running off old SF cocktails that kept them on the edge of sanity but alive. He missed Evanna, missed home and the peace but this place is closer to hell. Everything that made him Terran was being torn out and wondered being Kobolian meant losing their true identity. Setting his rifle upright in the empty seat and strapping it down before picking up the LMG which had the frame of an M4. Heavily modified, the rifle was accurate but could also put a thousand armor piercing rounds downrange in 30 seconds. Strapped in, Tom was glad to be finally leaving Site B since all he experienced was hell there. Waking up from a bump that almost knocked him out of the cart, they were coming out of the trees and into swampland with distant white walls. The cart wasn't made for this as they crashed through remains of an old raider before going grill first into the frigid water. Grabbing his rifles and pack, Johnathan swam to the raider to let the water drain from his guns. This wasn't on the map unless Johnathan decided to take a shortcut. Glancing over at John and Tom on the other side of the shore, yelling over as the cart sank; "Let's go to Site C he said. It'll be fun he said!"
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Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge
Terran Defense Forces
Chief Weapons Officer
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:42:24 GMT -6
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Post by Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge on Sept 30, 2018 1:00:48 GMT -6
Waking up to the smell of insanity in the morning...or afternoon...frak it. Liam separated from the rest of the founding units to explore the untamed landscape of Kobol. He's explored the many cave systems in the great mountain range to the west and mapped out the beaches in the west. Yet, no matter the distance, he still runs into someone he knows.
Walking down to the spring, Liam washed the dirt off before starting his weekly shave before filling his pack full of water. For him, this was a pit stop to the next horizon and less about finding anyone he knew, though, the safety net was different. Breaking down his makeshift tent, he walked over to his straggler as he yelled towards them; "Let's go."
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Sept 30, 2018 11:16:08 GMT -6
Waking up to the smell of insanity in the morning...or afternoon...frak it. Liam separated from the rest of the founding units to explore the untamed landscape of Kobol. He's explored the many cave systems in the great mountain range to the west and mapped out the beaches in the west. Yet, no matter the distance, he still runs into someone he knows. Walking down to the spring, Liam washed the dirt off before starting his weekly shave before filling his pack full of water. For him, this was a pit stop to the next horizon and less about finding anyone he knew, though, the safety net was different. Breaking down his makeshift tent, he walked over to his straggler as he yelled towards them; "Let's go." Waking up, Rebecca had been surveying the wildlife around the mountain plains and in turn acquired a wolf. Slipping on her uniform, she woke up her wolf before picking up her G36 as she stepped outside to the grass. Packing up the tent, Rebecca placed the tent pack on the back of the dog before refilling her bladder pack as Liam waited by a ravine. Walking over to him, she slipped on her gloves to free climb down while her dog found a route for himself; "So did you hear that explosion the other night?"
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Post by Lt. James 'Mayday' Summers on Sept 30, 2018 16:26:53 GMT -6
Scouting. A hard job for some but for him, easy, spends 8-10 hours flying in his raptor with a high definition camera. A thousand pictures of the landscape with the ancient structures and now small towns dotting the landscape. James knew those pictures would be used by everyone to better understand this new home...
But right now, off the clock and fishing with Oliver on the coast where a few Terrans were building the Coastal city of Coos. Coastal cities were good since they have direct access to the ocean and food. Tossing his line out far, James cracked open a fresh Brewster before sitting back in the driftwood chair; "Fishing all day and haven't caught a frakkin thing. You sure there are fish here?"
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 30, 2018 17:22:43 GMT -6
Glancing over at her, Michael was exhausted but not from any activity today almost like this place was draining him. He was detached by this place and couldn't figure out how she has managed to keep it together. In the past, he's been everywhere except here so maybe something here was affecting him. Whispering, he was staring at his pack in front of him while thinking; "I don't know what to do," reaching for his pack as Bones whispered to him. Pulling out his medical gear, even with his mind confused he slowly mixed together something to put in a syringe. He held it while his other hand unrolled his sleeve, letting out a bit before placing it in his arm; "He says it'll work out." Collapsing onto the ground, his breathing became faint with the syringe and the blue liquid on the tip. If she had acted quick enough, she might have been able stop him. Her words, despite their sincerity, had fallen on deaf ears. She had no way of knowing what that was, and for all she knew, he could die in front of her now. All Sam could do was watch helpless and yell, not at Michael, but at Bones. ”What is this... What did you do?” She was tired, nearly driven to tears, pulling at his shirt as if it would somehow bring him back to reality.
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Post by MSgt Isabela Finnegan on Sept 30, 2018 18:19:06 GMT -6
It was a long trip from Caprica to Kobol, with most of the team either already passed out or ready to practically jump from the ship just to get some rack time. Her last stationing had been Caprica, assisting in relief efforts to rebuild the cities and locate civilians, earning her reinstatement as a Captain in the Terran navy.
Only now, she was told before long there would be no Terra, and this planet was to become home to all of those people. Much of the planet was still in need of scouting, settlements needed to be built to contain the Terran population. And yet, the orders given to her couldn’t have been more vague. Go to Kobol and find someone in charge? It left her and the small team wondering what they’d be flying into.
”Looks like we’re going to have to put ‘er down here. We’re running on fumes at this point,” the pilot called back, and with a nod from Isabela, he began a slow approach to the ground, towards a big enough clearing to set the small transport ship down. ”Alright, spread out but don’t go too far. We don’t have orders yet, and we don’t know what’s out there...”
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Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge
Terran Defense Forces
Chief Weapons Officer
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:42:24 GMT -6
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Post by Cmdr. Liam Stonebridge on Sept 30, 2018 18:31:10 GMT -6
Glancing over at her, Michael was exhausted but not from any activity today almost like this place was draining him. He was detached by this place and couldn't figure out how she has managed to keep it together. In the past, he's been everywhere except here so maybe something here was affecting him. Whispering, he was staring at his pack in front of him while thinking; "I don't know what to do," reaching for his pack as Bones whispered to him. Pulling out his medical gear, even with his mind confused he slowly mixed together something to put in a syringe. He held it while his other hand unrolled his sleeve, letting out a bit before placing it in his arm; "He says it'll work out." Collapsing onto the ground, his breathing became faint with the syringe and the blue liquid on the tip. If she had acted quick enough, she might have been able stop him. Her words, despite their sincerity, had fallen on deaf ears. She had no way of knowing what that was, and for all she knew, he could die in front of her now. All Sam could do was watch helpless and yell, not at Michael, but at Bones. ”What is this... What did you do?” She was tired, nearly driven to tears, pulling at his shirt as if it would somehow bring him back to reality. Turning to Rebecca, he figured it was just falling rocks but explosion is...someone yelling? Lifting his hand to silence her, he could hear yelling and they weren't that far away as he rushed his climb down the ravine with Rebecca in tow. Dropping down ten feet into the stream bed, Liam grasped his rifle as he sprinted towards the woman who was tugging on the man; "I'm not hostile..." Liam knew this man, a fellow SF, but he didn't look so good as he removed his combat gloves to look over the syringe. It was hard to tell what he mixed together as he placed it in his pack. He knew the woman as he pulled out his flashlight, speaking to her while he reviewed the man; "Before the yelling, can you tell me what his behavior was like?" Writing down the status on his waterproof notepad, he had seen this before from Rebecca and wondered what was he trying to do. Unlike her, he knew this region and that ravine was slippery which means its prone to washouts.
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