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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 9, 2017 23:40:04 GMT -6
Feeling the drag slightly from the creek, Victor created a space between them again as he noticed the Jeep driving up onto questionable land. Remotely unlocking the hook, he could see the wheels spinning freely as he drove as close as he could before throwing down the emergency brake to climb on the hood; hooking onto the back of the Jeep. Yelling to Daniel, he knew finding an easy way out of the creek was going to be difficult; "Prepare to flip into reverse." Climbing back into the truck, he locked down the cable before going into reverse as he pulled the Jeep from the sinking mud. Having Samuel unhook them, he could see mud almost up to the door handles which meant a good portion of the motor was covered in mud. Deciding to take the lead, they started down to the creek while Samuel looked for a gap on the shore that looked promising. Climbing on top of the truck, Samuel setup his two-point harness as he stood up with a light on the shoreline to find any spot even if he had to chop down a tree. Tapping his mic twice, he noticed something that you only notice on trails; an unnatural gap that would be just big enough for them. Maybe ancient Colonials had horse and buggy which meant even a few thousand years later this was the remnants of what they left behind. Moving from the roof to his seat, he pointed it out to Victor as he set the grappling clips aside; "Over there looked like an old worn down natural path," taking a drink from the bladder pack, "wonder if London will have ancient ruins."
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Post by Lt. James 'Mayday' Summers on Jul 13, 2017 1:24:04 GMT -6
Clipping onto his preset rope, Samuel fired the flare as he switch to his AR15 and soon loaded his .50 caliber rounds as the swamps lit up with gators; "Frakkin gods have one fraked up sense of humor," taking aim as he stayed kneeled down before opening fire onto them. The rounds exposed entire chunks of gators as he noticed them not even taking mind before aiming for the head which put the others in a feeding frenzy. Changing out mags, he dropped the empty one into the truck as he watched the gators devour the dead ones but he knew this would cause more attacks. Walking along the top, he reached into the back to grab one of the four cans that Victor filled as he tapped his radio; "You can thank me later but this means Alpha will have to find a different path," popping the top off. Pouring the fuel into the water, he waited till they were ten feet away before lighting it with a fresh bullet. The fuel had drifted onto frenzy gators, burning everything as he tossed the can into the back; he only had one mag left with his large caliber rounds. Noticing the flames in the distance, he knew right away that Delta Team and the Specialists were dealing with the trouble that Kobol was giving them. Strapping extra gas cans on, he knew he needed a new path but this swamp might open to a river. Checking especially now with the sun going down wouldn't help matters. Turning to them as he turned off the Jeep; "We'll leave in the morning." Receiving a message from home, James printed out the message as he walked over to Johnathan's bunk to wake him; "New orders. You are to head 120 mile North by Northwest to the site of Concorde where General Thrax will meet you in a month with Zeta, Bravo, Echo and Lance Teams."
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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 Jul 13, 2017 18:43:39 GMT -6
Waking up to James, he read the paper and wondered why the General would want to come here so early and what was the importance of Concorde. London is still 2 and a half months from being even being built and here they are being rushed to this unknown site. Getting up, he looked at the launch site for the drones and knew that map would be available in three months; "Alright, get the truck ready. I'll be sure to not wake Evia while I put her in the truck and see about informing Delta as well as the Specialists."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 13, 2017 19:09:07 GMT -6
Feeling the drag slightly from the creek, Victor created a space between them again as he noticed the Jeep driving up onto questionable land. Remotely unlocking the hook, he could see the wheels spinning freely as he drove as close as he could before throwing down the emergency brake to climb on the hood; hooking onto the back of the Jeep. Yelling to Daniel, he knew finding an easy way out of the creek was going to be difficult; "Prepare to flip into reverse." Climbing back into the truck, he locked down the cable before going into reverse as he pulled the Jeep from the sinking mud. Having Samuel unhook them, he could see mud almost up to the door handles which meant a good portion of the motor was covered in mud. Deciding to take the lead, they started down to the creek while Samuel looked for a gap on the shore that looked promising. Climbing on top of the truck, Samuel setup his two-point harness as he stood up with a light on the shoreline to find any spot even if he had to chop down a tree. Tapping his mic twice, he noticed something that you only notice on trails; an unnatural gap that would be just big enough for them. Maybe ancient Colonials had horse and buggy which meant even a few thousand years later this was the remnants of what they left behind. Moving from the roof to his seat, he pointed it out to Victor as he set the grappling clips aside; "Over there looked like an old worn down natural path," taking a drink from the bladder pack, "wonder if London will have ancient ruins." Driving onto the path, he fixed they're course as they headed into the dense jungle; passing under the massive canopy but the path ended. Loading the launchers, he shot out four cluster flares in all directions with the Jeep stopping behind them. Grabbing his rifle, they climbed out of the truck as Victor approached Daniel and Rebecca; "So we need to make a path and by we I mean you and Samuel...my only experience with explosives would be that explosive burrito from before we left."
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 13, 2017 22:11:07 GMT -6
Snickering, Samuel headed to the back of the truck as he opened it up to reveal the crates as he pulled out the detonator cord with C4 with the corresponding detonators as he set his tactical pad on the tail gate. Single vehicle pass is acceptable for now and crews later would expand upon it...for now they needed to pass through. Turning on vest lights, he handed Oliver a small black box containing twenty blocks of C4 as well as rope with a machete; "You get the left and I'll cover the right...if you need anything just light a white glow stick."
Grabbing his gear, Samuel started walking through underbrush till he made it to the first tree but this was far from a tree...metallic in nature. The tree must've grown in the void but he tapped his radio, brushing the dirt off the surface as he noticed words but he couldn't interpret it; "This is no tree."
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Post by Lt. Oliver Hudson on Jul 13, 2017 23:39:07 GMT -6
Getting the explosives as well as other gear, Oliver began walking over to his tree as he wrapped the rope around the tree before tightening it. Placing charges less than two inches apart with the detonator cord around them before connecting the ends to a charge and pulling the safety. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to Samuel as he shined onto the writing; "That's old Piconian."
Etching the writing onto a paper as he looked over it, he understood some of it; "It's a marker with warning that there is a military installation ahead and something about being shot on sight," noticing Samuel not worried, "I doubt its still valid."
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 14, 2017 15:37:37 GMT -6
Getting the explosives as well as other gear, Oliver began walking over to his tree as he wrapped the rope around the tree before tightening it. Placing charges less than two inches apart with the detonator cord around them before connecting the ends to a charge and pulling the safety. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to Samuel as he shined onto the writing; "That's old Piconian." Etching the writing onto a paper as he looked over it, he understood some of it; "It's a marker with warning that there is a military installation ahead and something about being shot on sight," noticing Samuel not worried, "I doubt its still valid." A military installation. Even a thousand or so years later, the installation could have maps and information on why the tribes would leave this world. Arming the explosives, he walked back to the truck as he placed the arming switches in the tactical pad before yelling; "Detonating in 3...2...1..." Having the explosives detonate with the cord and plates focusing inward as the trees fell over with the shockwaves cracking all the glass in the vehicles. Closing the tailgate, Samuel opened the door as he used his pistol to knock out the glass before knocking out the windshield with Victor. Taking a second, for once they were thinking the same as they began driving to the installation.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 14, 2017 16:21:45 GMT -6
Through a mistake, Liam must've grabbed the high yield C4 explosives cause what was 40 pounds felt like 4,000 pounds which now completely opened the vehicles. Taking a seat, Victor shifted into gear as they rolled past the stumps with the two to three hundred feet trees leaning on the canopy but opened up the canopy a bit. Driving over a mere ditch, he noticed a gap spanning hundreds of feet from the center that appeared to be decaying concrete buildings from a single story to four or five stories. Driving to the center courtyard, Victor parked as he got out with Delta pulling up behind them; "It's worth checking out."
Flipping on his vest lights as he slipped on his sunglasses that provided night vision, clipping rope to his pack before securing a climbing harness; "Me, Samuel and Oliver have the big building and meet you down...maybe something is left behind."
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 14, 2017 20:49:44 GMT -6
Looking at Victor, Samuel had less faith that any structure would have a solid interior as he grabbed a flare; tossing it through the third floor window as it fell to the ground. The interior was most likely wood and given the time plus moister which meant that floor decayed but maybe the contents might not be gone. Flipping on the flashlight on his rifle, Samuel started into the structure to find debris everywhere as well as a few animals that appeared to be asleep as he knocked open a safe to find a heavy duty massive tablet.
The tablet seemed to be out of place but knew Victor could wire together a power source and break the lock if there was one. Checking the walls, he tapped on the wall as he heard something give way as the building starting to lean; running clear with the tablet in hand with it falling over.
Placing the tablet on the hood, Samuel kneeled down as he scrapped away the brush; "I think there might be more below."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 14, 2017 21:54:35 GMT -6
Backing up the vehicles, Victor handed Samuel a plasma torch while he cleaned the back before plugging in his tactical pad at 10% power. Before powering the tablet as he plugged in a USB plug while his tactical pad decrypted the password as he noticed Gigabits of information. Remotely opening the bunker a foot before the door motors blew up as he transferred the files before tossing the tablet in the truck.
Attaching the ropes to the front of the truck, he reviewed the files before finding a map and destination for the Galleon launch site.
Most of the files and ship information we're written by the Commander of the base who talked about disagreements over the project led to fights. There was no name for the project except whatever it was about, the 13th tribe as well as half of another tribe wanted yet it never made it to majority ruling. No details and no name but there is a lot of information about the local plant life as well as other bunker locations.
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Post by Lt. Oliver Hudson on Jul 14, 2017 22:43:53 GMT -6
Tossing glow sticks down, he noticed bubbles which meant some water but not sure on the depth as he roped down with Samuel. Dropping down into the knee high water, the place got brighter as Samuel lit a 750,000 lumens which lit up the place to show crates. Millions upon millions of crates like they planned on returning but never did...it appeared there was also vehicle crates which could be useful.
What did the Terrans and now Colonials know of the past? Every historian agrees that there was a regression in technology but how far? If the Gondawans left here then how advance were they? These are questions that could be answered with these bunkers after all each of these bunkers could be mini bases for the Terrans at some point.
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Jul 14, 2017 23:34:10 GMT -6
Holding the powerful flare, he glanced over his watch to see that it was almost 6am and here they were 50ft underground in an old bunker discovering Kobol. Walking over to the glass control room, he broke open the door to see a pristine control room; tapping his radio as wiped the dust off of the screens. All paper records would've been destroyed just from time itself, speaking softly; "Drop down one of those mini fission generator...I might have a chance to see what we have here." Setting down the flare, Samuel opened one of the six foot crates to find something even he wasn't expecting. It wasn't a Cylon but it was a first step yet a step that even he didn't expect this. The "brain" was removed and no weapons nor any signs of weapons built into the design yet the fact remained what to do with this THING.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 14, 2017 23:56:16 GMT -6
Holding the powerful flare, he glanced over his watch to see that it was almost 6am and here they were 50ft underground in an old bunker discovering Kobol. Walking over to the glass control room, he broke open the door to see a pristine control room; tapping his radio as wiped the dust off of the screens. All paper records would've been destroyed just from time itself, speaking softly; "Drop down one of those mini fission generator...I might have a chance to see what we have here." Setting down the flare, Samuel opened one of the six foot crates to find something even he wasn't expecting. It wasn't a Cylon but it was a first step yet a step that even he didn't expect this. The "brain" was removed and no weapons nor any signs of weapons built into the design yet the fact remained what to do with this THING. Repelling down, Victor had the four foot generator on his back as he dropped down into the water before following Oliver to the control room. Using a crate to keep it out of the water, he plugged the leads into the console as it booted up. A symbol appeared which had the old Colonial symbols all in one above one world as the screens came up with Picon writing. He couldn't read it but flipping through screens, Victor noticed coordinates as he wrote them down; "This could be something important. It matches coordinates password protected tablet so I'll run it past the map and the maps we're making." Walking out to Samuel, he crossed his arms as he looked down at the bot; "We'll take this one with us so we can send it to Terra for analysis. We need to know if this thing was ever used and if this thing measures up with the Cylon...we don't need surprises."
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Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
Posts: 178
Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on Jul 15, 2017 12:29:09 GMT -6
Dropping down into the bunker, the sunlight peered through the cracks in the doors as he looked upon the crates and wondered if leaving was ever the plan. The Picon soldiers must've thought this was in the process of moving but nothing got moved...for all this time it just sat. Weapons, explosives, clothing, office supplies, computers, prototypes, scouting reports, biological samples, robots, vehicles...everything and now it may be too old for the Terrans. Maybe once London is established then a Caprican cruiser can pick this stuff up for the museum.
Tossing his tactical pad to Oliver, it could auto-translate everything on the screens as he noticed the Specialists getting a crate ready to be moved. Whatever was inside, these guys were most likely going to get a raptor to make a pickup; "Need help?"
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Jul 15, 2017 17:33:17 GMT -6
Dropping down into the bunker, the sunlight peered through the cracks in the doors as he looked upon the crates and wondered if leaving was ever the plan. The Picon soldiers must've thought this was in the process of moving but nothing got moved...for all this time it just sat. Weapons, explosives, clothing, office supplies, computers, prototypes, scouting reports, biological samples, robots, vehicles...everything and now it may be too old for the Terrans. Maybe once London is established then a Caprican cruiser can pick this stuff up for the museum. Tossing his tactical pad to Oliver, it could auto-translate everything on the screens as he noticed the Specialists getting a crate ready to be moved. Whatever was inside, these guys were most likely going to get a raptor to make a pickup; "Need help?" Securing the magnetic locks, Victor flipped on his long range radio as the three of them lowered the crate onto a net harness so that there is safety with the 4 point harness. Remotely lowering the tow hook from the truck, clipping all four points onto a heavy duty clip before slipped it onto the hook but waiting as they loaded up the net with hard drives as well as mini crates that can be analyzed at Terra. Tapping on his radio as Samuel attached a guide rope before headed back up, knowing too well that this was a big find; "Sidewinder to Mayday, location will be marked by red smoke. Need you to take quite a bit of stuff back home to Atlantis." Starting to lead it out as he noticed Daniel looking over the crates, knowing that it would take a centuries; "After London, we can explore these bunkers."
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