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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 12, 2017 19:37:50 GMT -6
It's been days of building and even more using all they're rope now they have a stable surface which even the vehicles can park on. In the nearby hill, he knew Samuel and Liam were working on barracks built into the hill which would be better than sleeping in the trucks. Biting into a pear, he wondered if he'll ever see Terra again and wondered if Bones is here through volunteering or vol-told. Could Kobol actually support all of them and...he's been down this line of thinking before. Suddenly, a bing went off which meant Concorde had been established and that alone was good news. Rushing over to the new elevated radio tower, he tapped his earpiece as the truck was being readied; "London to Concorde, status update?" Walking past the ruins, they setup base camp near the shore but even he was questionable since they've killed two large crocodiles after arriving. Watching as John setup the data core, they all received an update from London concerning safe plants and ruin danger with updates from home. Tapping his earpiece, Johnathon and John were preparing to back track for the Jeep; "We've got ruins and a lake that we'll be taming but it'll be some time till we have fresh water. Colonists will be here in a month so we'll transmit our location for your arrival." Pulling out his knife, he started carving the crocodile for food while laying down barriers against the tower for protection. Flipping on the fire, Concorde still needed to be explored and possibly start moving into the ruins for protection against the wildlife. Walking out of the barracks, he was covered in rock dust and dirt but he had been helping dig out a descent underground with four rooms so far. Equipping the wheel generator, they had fresh air and lights with Oliver setting up the computer core inside. Hearing the transmission, he knew it'll take time and fuel to carve a path; "I suppose we're doing this work for those bloody Marines." Taking a sip of fresh filtered water, he knew a month wasn't too far away and knew there was no predators here but this would be shelter. Pulling off his dirty shirt, he walked back inside to continue his work.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 13, 2017 9:15:11 GMT -6
Surprised, she could tell that Michael was pissed but she did what she had to otherwise this mission would be still in the no go phase. Turning to him as the drivers rolled out, she knew this threat would have to stay empty; "Do your job and after the fort, the first raptor will take you home," sitting back as the trucks moved through the water. Hearing music over the radio, Site One is online and waiting for the settlers to make it here but she knew that all sites needed protection. Mini bases with them linked to the main fort...this is how they defend Kobol both short and long term. Hearing the music too, he didn't have to be here and this was one frakkin excuse after another. Pulling out his pistol, he pointed it at the Marine as he ordered the truck to stop before climbing out; grabbing his pack as he started walking. He was no longer what they needed. Twenty years of fighting and for what? The wars were a lie. He sacrificed too much and he was frankly DONE. Walking along the marshland, he could hear the Jeep turning around as he kept walking for he knew New Amsterdam had raptors.
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 17, 2017 6:50:00 GMT -6
The Ferranti and her group had arrived at Kobol first, but only by several minutes. Soon, the other groups were arriving. Not surprisingly, the enhanced FTL's were more enhanced than the government had been letting on. What should have taken about a year took mere weeks. At this rate, the ships could complete a turn around and make many more trips than originally planned. For now, they would hold in orbit until the raptors had landed with the advanced party. As much as the folks in charge back home would have everyone believe this was a mission of love and peace and holding hands, Marla knew better. Sitting there out of the way on the Bridge, she thought about her mission. As long as everyone involved played nice, then her job was easy. She knew though from years of experience that her job was never an easy one. Spotting raptors, they definitely arrived ahead of schedule as Victor raced for his pack to pop off a flare as Daniel flipped on the lights that they strung out. This is much sooner than scheduled and the colonist that General Thrax scheduled was on ships that could land. Naturally, they all went to they're rifles since they didn't know who this could be. Cylon trap? It was definitely a possibility since the enemy has the old ships to do this yet anything could be possible. Tapping his earpiece, Victor knew what all the Cylon models sound like as he spoke; "Unknown fleet, this is Victor Smith, team member of the Kobol Expedition. We've found a massive chunk of land prime for farming and possibly civilization there is also a city being built just south of our location. Kobol has its dangers but is revealing her secrets of the past. Friend or foe?"
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 17, 2017 19:03:38 GMT -6
Holding onto his rifle, Samuel knew of only three sites identified and accessed for habitability otherwise they are on they're own. The codes were that of a Cargo Ship and he couldn't confirm if that was civilian or military yet they were heading down. Turning to Victor, he flipped on his vest lights as he tossed it on; "We were expecting farmers and honestly if they point a gun in my frakkin face I'm going to put them down."
For Samuel, he was right to be cautious since they acting with too many unknowns for an operation this big and Kobol has a habit of biting back. Glancing over at Daniels team, they were packing up the trucks with James doing the same. Whoever lands will be picking up the responsibility of protecting this land while they had to locate one of the drones to get a map made between them and Concordia.
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Gen. George Harperson
Terran Defense Forces
Retired, Terran Defense Forces
Director of Intelligence
Posts: 20
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 20:35:36 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. George Harperson on Sept 23, 2019 16:06:58 GMT -6
Laying down in the brush, he was invisible to everything around him including those who go down this path with trucks filled with harvested food. Retired long ago, James came here only to find three factioned off military branches holding power. Believing in the Rangers, himself and others dedicated to protecting the small townships that provide food to the cities. His rank meant nothing since most of them were former Marines and barely listened to each other.
Holding onto his rifle, he watched while Jaguars walked around him ready to pounce onto wall which was unmanned. Slowly getting up, he shot the closest big cat in the skull which scared the second one off but now he also had dinner. Whistling for his horse, he began preparing the meat for transit as London announced closing the gates would start soon. Securing the animal to the horse, he lit his bonfire which typically warded off predators. Riding into London, his fellow Rangers were on the way in with fresh kills that offered meat to go with their meals.
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