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Post by Gen. William Tyson on Jul 14, 2019 0:17:52 GMT -6
The Northern Continent of Kobol considered near uninhabitable and believed to be untouched by everyone due to the frigid temperatures.
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 15, 2019 12:30:53 GMT -6
The wind howled over a barren landscape with dunes of pure snow but this landscape hid secrets of its own. Secrets that have been buried. Robotic sliding and grinding as a black and chrome Centurion walked by with a rifle in hand but this wasn’t a normal Centurion. The Centurion was armored with a central view but he was covered in blood from the people he killed giving him a slightly orange tinge.
Watching from a distant, a lone survivor of a raptor crash months ago was watching the Centurion in hopes that he would lead him to the Heavy Raider. He had patiently watched time and time before but maybe just maybe this time…suspending all thought as the Centurion stopped moving and looked out towards his direction. The man was invisible thanks to a ghille suit he had fashioned himself to blend with the snow and wore half a mask to dissipate his breath. Too many times have they done this dance and unlike the Centurion where his actions are programmed, the man had experience and knew it would take far stronger ammunition than what he had. Watching the Centurion turn away, the man waited for the Centurion to all but disappear before moving off of the dune.
The man, Jason ‘Pathfinder’ Chase, was a seasoned Commander but with him on his own there are some risks that even he won’t take. Former Terran NSOTO, he left the Navy to join the Army and created the Rangers. Unlike the SFD or NSOTOs, the Rangers had been training with the Colonials to deal with threats but Kobol was going to be their testament…well that changed.
Starting on the walk back to his camp, Jason could tell with the drop in temperatures that his 12 hours of scouting was coming to an end…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 15, 2019 20:03:56 GMT -6
Passing the graveyard of his five dead Rangers, they were the best but didn’t stand a chance against the ambush that the Centurions had setup against them. Walking past the raptor, he started down an snow cave he had dug months ago and one of the few places that the Centurion wouldn’t look. Wiring up his explosive trip line, he had several claymores and C4 at the entrance to take out the Centurion. Laying down, Jason kept his rifle close as he drifted asleep:
6 months earlier…leaving the Drex Star, Chase’s raptor was one of many launched to begin surveying the planet. Sitting in the back on weapon crates, Jason listened to his men who were all experts in their respective fields but they were eager to get down on the planet. The man sitting beside him, Finn, was laughing till he noticed a ping coming from the Northern Continent; “Sir, we’re receiving a distress call from the artic. We can divert but its your call.”
Picking up his rifle, Jason held onto his Tavor x95 as he screwed the suppressor on just to be safe; “Have the pilot divert and let’s get combat ready just to be safe.”
Standing up, all of them began opening the crates to slip on their combat gear with the pilot reporting that they had been targeted. Targeted by what was now the question with them quickly strapping in for the right maneuvers…
Waking up only a few hours later, that day change everything for him and meant that he still needed to recover the munitions that fell out of the raptor. Suiting up, he carefully removed the trip line before venturing out into the blizzard…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 16, 2019 2:52:53 GMT -6
Trekking through the white out conditions, the wind must’ve been over 150mph since it was forcing him to stay low but the gear would allow him to outlast his Cylon counterpart. Most of Jason’s gear was fashioned from his fallen brothers for warmth with his bulky clothes but for storms like this he was much warmer. His face was covered to prevent frost bite which is a real threat with the negative temperatures around him but he had been through a Terran winter which was far colder.
Climbing out of the wreckage, the pilot died on impact and the cabin was ripped open by the missile which sent two of his men out. Picking up the HTI in the snow, himself with Finn, Sly, and Maximus was a bit dazed but ready to fight. Loading the five round magazine, the .50 caliber rounds could cut a Centurion in half but he only had a magazine so he had to be precise.
Jumping over the top of the raptor, a Centurion landed on top of Jason and began fighting with him but didn’t last long for Maximus decapitated the Centurion with a shotgun. The HTI was nothing more than mangled metal with the barrel bent. The bullets were useless but he stored them for later use as he turned to Sly; “Can you build us a shelter? Also inventory everything while me and Finn go look for Rex and Joe.”
Nodding, Sly knew Maximus could protect him while he started on the snow cave which was better than the raptor at this point.
Traveling along the tent rods that he laid down early on, he soon found natural shelter against an ice wall. Pressing his back against it, he noticed something familiar in front of him with a blinking red light and the drone like shape. Dragging the object towards him, it was a reconnaissance drone from the raptor which was ripped away from the ship during the initial attack. Using his combat knife to open it up, he soon noticed that the battery was partially damaged but he had to try something as he put a repeating Morse Code signal in the transmitter and sent it out. Covering the top with a small piece of tarp to protect it, he could only hope that someone got the message before continuing on his projected path…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 16, 2019 20:58:47 GMT -6
The blizzard was weakening and soon unveiled his two missing teammates, Dodger and Lynx, both looked pretty beat up. They both were Capricans who joined up with him and pretty damn good sharpshooters but losing them here sucked. Pulling their tags off, he began scavenging their gear to add to his own and soon found a crate that they were guarding; MREs. This was good since he was rationing what little he had, the extra food meant he could do more and maybe survive longer against the Centurion.
Placing the rods into the ground, this was going to be their path from the ruins they spotted while crashing with the raptor since they were determined help was coming. The tylium or whatever was left could be spotted from orbit if they were looking but the fuel was freezing. Reaching the ruins, Finn began to unpack his explosive hardware to set a trap for the Cylons. Using magnetic explosives, these were quite useful against the big Centurions and they had trip lines setup.
Unpacking his plastic drone with the bullet storm platforms to fire in the four cardinal directions with advance sensors and targeting. Disappearing into cover, they watched from behind a broken column…
Placing the crate on a small metal plate that he had fashioned, he began hauling it back to base with his rifle in hand. Right now without the ghille suit, he stood out with the urban camouflage BDUs and he couldn’t afford to be in a fight especially now.
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 17, 2019 21:29:52 GMT -6
Taking cover behind the crate, the Centurion must’ve been tracking him as it knelt down to stabilize the weapon since it lacked it’s right hand due to him. Counting the bullets, the only thoughts going through his head was disabling this bastard and getting away with what food he had left to fight another day. Hearing the magazine drop, he quickly turned around as he began firing into the chest in hopes of disabling something…dropping mag and reloading in 1.5 seconds as he continued till the Centurion fell over. Taking cover, Jason noticed blood on the snow and knew it came from him as he noticed a small hole in his lower abdomen.
Pulling out a bandage, he put pressure on his wound while his other hand opened the crate to reveal that nothing survived the fight. This was a waste that he couldn’t afford and now he would have to limp back to the raptor but he could end the Centurion now with little cost to him. Walking over to the Centurion, he went for his last grenade as he noticed that it was in worse condition than himself. Opening up its chest, he pulled the pin and dropped it down into the Centurion before running off following the detonation. Exploding in a fireball, the explosion had a side effect with the ground opening up to a massive crevasse; revealing that they were on a glacier. Rushing to grab onto anything, Jason knew if he fell in then there would be little chance of him getting out on his own as he slid down onto the jagged edge.
Reaching out, he lost the grip he had as he dropped down into a waterfall that must’ve been a river at one point in the ice before reaching the gravel bottom. Soaking wet, he quickly began shedding clothes in an attempt to both attend to his wound and warm up…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 18, 2019 15:30:41 GMT -6
Ringing out his clothes, he spent a few minutes to pull the bullet out and cauterized the wound with his pistol before wrapping it up. Putting on his damp clothes, Jason knew this wasn’t the end of the line but damn it felt like it especially given that there would be few routes up. Walking along the pebbles, Jason zipped up his jacket while walking down the dark crevasse with his rifle in hand. His explosives were at his camp but he knew there was always another way up he just needed to see it.
Lying down in the snow, they watched as the Centurions analyzed their traps and wondered why or even how the Centurions were spotting their traps. Disarming them, they had a backup as Finn pulled out the remote detonator and detonated with the three Centurions in sight. The ruins soon collapsed with the drone being in the center and on standby for incoming targets.
Getting up slowly, even they couldn’t imagine anything walking away from that…but one, the leader, snuck behind them to even the odds. Attacking Finn, the Centurion impaled him through the back which forced Chase to shoot its elbow off and soon the Centurion retreated with Finn bleeding out. Within minutes, the man bled out with Jason taking his tags and starting to drag him back to base camp…
Noticing a well furnished cave built into the glacier, the cold must’ve preserved it but this appeared to built into the glacier with one on the opposite side. Placing his rifle onto his back, he knew this warranted an investigation considering there had to be more here given he’s never seen Centurions like that before…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 18, 2019 19:28:57 GMT -6
Carefully climbing down, the panels themselves were slippery but the light from his rifle shined down which helped him. This reminded him of the early Terran rockets, 6 guys getting launched in an old ballistic missile to the stars only to come down in a pod. He got his Zero G training in one of those missiles and soon a jagged column confirmed his suspicions with CRT screens still connected. Climbing onto a secured point, the wires fed downward meaning that this rocket was upside down. Continuing the climb down, everything was left open including weapon lockers that were never filled and food stores. Small windows peered out onto the blue ice indicating all the snow fall since this ship fell over.
Dropping down beside the cockpit hatch, he slipped on through to find 4 seats and a full cockpit with controls and ancient computers. Pulling out his tactical pad, he could transfer small amounts of power to attempt a power up. The writing or what little survived was foreign to him but had a layout that seems to be universally understood as he powered the console. Using nobs to navigate through the primitive glare free screens with a low refresh rate. This rocket was never fired due to an error in the intermix ratio or at least what he could interpret. This meant he could rewire the other half to be a bomb and use the created debris to climb up to the surface.
Pulling apart the ignition switch, he found he would have to keep his eye open for a red and orange wire that was the ignition. Taking a seat, Jason pulled up a picture of his wife, a woman who elected to stay behind on Terra while he left to expand his ranks. Their unborn son wouldn’t know of Kobol or how close his father is to joining them.
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 19, 2019 0:11:49 GMT -6
Tucking the tactical pad into his jacket, he started the climb back up only to pull a few components from the CRT screens to place them in his coat. Anything he found especially now would be vital including feet of copper wire that he had plans for later on. The climb was slow for he was conserving energy that he had no time to replenish with his food stored inside the raptor.
Slowly climbing out of the forward section, he dropped down onto the pebbles as he dropped to sit on the ground. His muscles were aching with his arms sore from supporting his weight for almost two hours now. Pulling out his combat knife, he began stripping the insulation on the copper wire while trying to figure out how to interface it with his tactical pad which meant pulling out his charging USB and use that for the interface. Carefully changing the circuits on the motherboard, he was making a booster that could continuously ping the satellites in orbit but good chances are his first shot would fry the tactical pad. Keeping everything disassembled, he tucked it away onto a lip on the forward section and ready to start his scroll through the aft section.
Sly was also a stickler for ancient stuff like this and could probably build a welder from the raptor to build them a ship out of here. Unfortunately, Sly died like Maximus, walking out into a blizzard to extend Jason’s supplies till the very end. Jason could never find their bodies but suspected they died months ago with zero luck on surviving the cold.
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 19, 2019 19:29:24 GMT -6
Walking around patches of ice, he used the hanging tethers to walk through the interior till he reached a console beside a red triangle. This probably as close as he could get to the fuel which meant it’s a directional explosive though the ice on the other side really made it a glorified bomb. Checking over the ignition wire to ensure there was no breaks in the wire before thinking over how to setup a timer to detonate and sadly enough there was only one way. Connecting the wire to his tactical pad, he would lose all the pictures of his old life but without the tactical pad everything up to this point would be for nothing.
Giving himself 5 minutes, Jason started out of the aft section and climbing into the forward section with himself bracing for the explosion that was imminent.
Reaching base camp, Maximus helped him strip the gear off of Finn before digging him a decent grave. In just a few hours, they lost half their team and even the odds with those Centurions but they to think of ways out of this situation. Climbing down into the large snow cave that Sly dug out with a shovel, they placed all the food in the center and they knew it wouldn’t last.
Speaking up, Sly knew they could make it to the mountains and extend their radios to cut through the EM field; “Rationing, that’ll last 3 months but if I can make it to those mountains I might be able to signal for help.”
Shaking his head, Maximus knew of only one way to survive as he loaded up photos from the raptor; “Get across the mountain and to the forest maybe make a raft. Nearest land mass is a few miles and forests typically have animals.”
Thinking, any Rescue effort will come to the raptor first so someone has to stay behind; “You two leave after some rest. Conserve ammunition and if rescue comes then we’ll meet back up.”
Detonation. The explosion rocked the entire ice sheet as massive chunks got thrown into the air only to come down. Creating a massive depression, the explosion created a way out and reshaped the landscape with chunks 30 meters tall laying over the crevasse.
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 20, 2019 23:59:49 GMT -6
The explosion rocked the entire area but he was snuggled in the forward section with room barely able to squeeze through to the carnage outside. Sections of the ice was on fire but it proved to be a way out as he carefully started climbing up the ice to the surface above which had a new layer of snow. Looking over his watch, home was west by just a few degrees north so he needed to get home. Jogging, he began his way back to the camp as he thought back to his early survival training.
30 years ago…
Jason had originally joined the SFD since they made an offer to him, giving him the rank of Major at the age of 23 years old. At a young age, he had been through military boarding schools and have a Masters in Advance Combat Tactics. All that alone made his file too tempting but he wasn’t going to make a career of the SFD. This is a time of peace which meant his job would focus combat training and guard duty but right now he was in the desert. Three months in the heat with barely an MRE left, he now had new orders to make it to an extraction point in less than 10 minutes. The extraction point was at least five miles in over 130° temperatures which meant he needed to burn calories that he didn’t have.
Getting up from his shelter, he downed the last bit of his MRE as he threw on his jacket before starting the jog across the dried lake bed. Running at full speed, he had the timer on his watch as he focused merely on the ticks that counted down the seconds as each step kicked off the smoldering hot clay that once supported millions of gallons of water. His breathing wasn’t that of his own but he was trained on how to conserve breathes and keep his heartbeat low.
That same training applied here. The cold much the heat was stabbing at him to do everything possible to kill him but his body focused on conserving fats to protect against his environment. Making it home, his body was drained as Jason dropped flat onto his cot with his body running on fumes…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 21, 2019 17:59:25 GMT -6
Wearing the white Guardsman outfit, Jason was lead officer to the Senate Guard but not the Spartan guards who wore their ceremonial armor on the outside as opposed to covering it. Their mission was simple though escorting dignitaries wasn’t the most glamorous job but did help him gain a great reputation. At age 25, he was the youngest Colonel in SF history but even here on the old DMZ tensions were high.
Escorting the Ambassador to the conference, inside there was a strict agreement between both sides which was no weapons and no guards. Waiting outside, he turned to his counterpart, Praetorian Dysius Maximus, who protected the Spartan dignitaries; “Dysius, congrats on the promotion though I feel like it might not last.”
Chuckling, Dysius was a large Spartan even with the black armor which was mostly ceremonial; “A united Terra will never happen in our lifetime, though, thanks for the gift. I just don’t get you, Jason, why send me a gold dagger?”
Resting his hands on his hanging rifle, Jason knew if things got bad then maybe Maximus won’t kill him; “No reason. Just want a friend if things ever get too bad maybe a notion of good will.”
A notion it was…
Waking up, it hurt to move as he rolled over with his muscles hurting from the lack of anything to eat. Covering up, he had made a high protein smoothie that he desperately needed now but was close by as he pulled it out from the wall and broke it up before opening it up. Chewing up the chunks, this would be the only time that he would be eating a full MRE for survival. But now it was time to rest and let his body recover as he drifted back asleep…
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Post by Col. Jason 'Pathfinder' Chase on Jul 22, 2019 2:55:08 GMT -6
Leaving the SFD was hard but they had taught him how to survive and at the beginning of the war he had a difficult task; protecting the Ambassador. The Ambassador was content on continuing peace talks with the Spartans. Wearing full combat gear with his urban camouflage BDUs, Jason waited outside as Maximus joined him in nearly the same gear; “Colonel Chase, good to see that you’re still around. Rumor is that Alpha Company is leading the charge and your going to the Navy.”
Smirking, Jason knew Spartan Intelligence was quite good especially during wartime in retaining information; “Maximus, those Alphas are something else unlike us and Navy could use a group that can do everything. Join up with me and we’ll both survive the war.”
Thinking, Maximus had worked hard in the Spartan military and now that was being tested against the new SFD. In almost a decade, it’s been him and Jason doing this same ole dance and now it was coming to an end. The Spartans have no intent to surrender to Corinth but Maximus had no intention to die here; “Let’s say I join you, can you protect me? You’ll never meet a sharpshooter better than me.”
Extending his hand, Jason shook his hand as he whispered to Maximus; “Navy doesn’t care for this war and I’ve got you covered.”
Waking up, Jason slowly got up and started crawling out of the cave to the surface above with idea but needed to get the preparation done. Maximus was right that the tree line would provide protection but also food. He still had his rifle but he could build a bonfire that would announce his position. Pulling together a sled, he started his walk to the trees with hope that Maximus didn’t kill everything there.
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Capt. Chris Blake
Colonial Officer
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 45
Registered: May 22, 2019 7:54:53 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Chris Blake on Jul 26, 2019 0:35:51 GMT -6
Waking up from his nap, Chris could feel the heater working over time which meant the ship was working hard to keep it a cool 70°. Tightening up his vest, Chris secured his spare magazines before picking up his MSR as he loaded up a fresh magazine before securing the suppressor. Picking up a stack of MREs from the truck, it was projected to be a hike up the glacier shaped mountains with them being tens of thousands of feet in the air.
Packing extra oxygen, the ramp cracked open as the Behemoth hovered beside the edge of the glacier with water below them. Picking up his pack as he slid on his lower mask to protect his nose and mouth with sunglasses to protect his eyes against the reflection of the sunlight in the ice. Running off of the ramp and onto the glacier with the rest of them and the truck followed behind them.
The brisk wind hit him like thousands of knives into his chest as he turned to Liam, watching the Behemoth fly over to map the continent in one go before returning; "Let's get going! Temps not going to change till we start climbing that frakkin rock!"
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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 Jul 26, 2019 1:13:44 GMT -6
Waking up from his nap, Chris could feel the heater working over time which meant the ship was working hard to keep it a cool 70°. Tightening up his vest, Chris secured his spare magazines before picking up his MSR as he loaded up a fresh magazine before securing the suppressor. Picking up a stack of MREs from the truck, it was projected to be a hike up the glacier shaped mountains with them being tens of thousands of feet in the air. Packing extra oxygen, the ramp cracked open as the Behemoth hovered beside the edge of the glacier with water below them. Picking up his pack as he slid on his lower mask to protect his nose and mouth with sunglasses to protect his eyes against the reflection of the sunlight in the ice. Running off of the ramp and onto the glacier with the rest of them and the truck followed behind them. The brisk wind hit him like thousands of knives into his chest as he turned to Liam, watching the Behemoth fly over to map the continent in one go before returning; "Let's get going! Temps not going to change till we start climbing that frakkin rock!" Pulling his gear together, Liam had already planned for the pilot to do a flyover to give them a complete map. Having a Tavor x95 in his pack as backup, Liam stepped off the ship with the rest of them as he lifted the protective sock to protect his lower face with his shades on. Slipping on his gloves, he started walking over to Chris as he spoke softly to Tom; "Scout ahead and forge them a path but be careful cause there may be ancient traps. Remember Helcon Team." Following Chris, Liam flipped on his infrared beacon for the satellite to track them as well as turning on everyone else beacons. Once the new satellite was up, they would be easily tracked by command and would be useful later after this testing process. Carrying his rifle, he knew the only obstacle that stood before the mountains was a massive frozen lake.
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