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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 14, 2022 5:17:09 GMT -6
As Captain Georgette Halama, CF (NPC)"Titan Control, this is Colonial Raptor 1764, inbound from the City of Corinth, or what's left of it. Transporting high priority cargo, am aware you have medical team on stand-by. Making our approach to your Port Pod and am calling the ball green. Raptor 1764 over." "Raptor 1764, you are cleared for high priority landing, Titan out." Banking the raptor to the right, she came in from behind the massive ships engines, being careful so as to not get too close and burn her ship up. Seeing the Landing bay in front of her, she eased back off of the throttle and came into the Port Pod nice and slow. After all, she was carrying the President of Terra, who was still in a medically induced coma. Gently touching down on the deck, she made her way to a waiting elevator that would take her and the raptor into the Hangar Bay, where a medical team would be waiting to take the President to a brand new, state of the art medical facility. "Titan Control, we are on the deck, taxiing to the elevator, Raptor 1764 out." Once the raptor had stopped, the elevator began the downward trip into the Hangar Bay. Turning in her seat, georgette smiled at the medical team with the President. "There's a medical team standing by. Once the President is off loaded, we'll re-fuel and then get on our way to the Marauder Dr. Kaun." Walking down with Jonathan and Liam, Michael already had the medical team on standby as they stepped onto the deck. It was paramount that the President be guarded by the best he has considering the others recognized that the Titan had the best quality of care. Watching the nurses as medics carefully offloading the President, Michael watched both men accompany the Medical Team and the President. Patting the side of the raptor, he could see his own pilots preparing Vipers for a CAP and salvage operations; "Thanks, pilot, she'll be on good care," stepping away from the raptor as crews finished refueling.
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
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Post by npcpilot on Mar 14, 2022 18:11:11 GMT -6
As Captain Georgette Halama, CF (NPC)"Titan Control, this is Colonial Raptor 1764, inbound from the City of Corinth, or what's left of it. Transporting high priority cargo, am aware you have medical team on stand-by. Making our approach to your Port Pod and am calling the ball green. Raptor 1764 over." "Raptor 1764, you are cleared for high priority landing, Titan out." Banking the raptor to the right, she came in from behind the massive ships engines, being careful so as to not get too close and burn her ship up. Seeing the Landing bay in front of her, she eased back off of the throttle and came into the Port Pod nice and slow. After all, she was carrying the President of Terra, who was still in a medically induced coma. Gently touching down on the deck, she made her way to a waiting elevator that would take her and the raptor into the Hangar Bay, where a medical team would be waiting to take the President to a brand new, state of the art medical facility. "Titan Control, we are on the deck, taxiing to the elevator, Raptor 1764 out." Once the raptor had stopped, the elevator began the downward trip into the Hangar Bay. Turning in her seat, georgette smiled at the medical team with the President. "There's a medical team standing by. Once the President is off loaded, we'll re-fuel and then get on our way to the Marauder Dr. Kaun." Walking down with Jonathan and Liam, Michael already had the medical team on standby as they stepped onto the deck. It was paramount that the President be guarded by the best he has considering the others recognized that the Titan had the best quality of care. Watching the nurses as medics carefully offloading the President, Michael watched both men accompany the Medical Team and the President. Patting the side of the raptor, he could see his own pilots preparing Vipers for a CAP and salvage operations; "Thanks, pilot, she'll be on good care," stepping away from the raptor as crews finished refueling. As Captain Georgette Halama, CF (NPC)Saluting the Admiral, Georgette gave a hearty reply. 'Yes Sir. Dr. Kaun is happy to turn her patient over to you and wishes she could stay to continue caring for the President but she is needed elsewhere. As soon as we are re-fueled, we will be taking off and heading for the Marauder. Good luck Sir and Gods Speed to all of us>"
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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
Posts: 179
Registered: Jan 16, 2011 0:57:18 GMT -6
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Post by npcpilot on Mar 14, 2022 18:12:31 GMT -6
"Colonial Raptor 1764 to Titan Control, requesting clearance for immediate take off, destination CMS Marauder, over."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 15, 2022 14:44:32 GMT -6
Walking down with Jonathan and Liam, Michael already had the medical team on standby as they stepped onto the deck. It was paramount that the President be guarded by the best he has considering the others recognized that the Titan had the best quality of care. Watching the nurses as medics carefully offloading the President, Michael watched both men accompany the Medical Team and the President. Patting the side of the raptor, he could see his own pilots preparing Vipers for a CAP and salvage operations; "Thanks, pilot, she'll be on good care," stepping away from the raptor as crews finished refueling. As Captain Georgette Halama, CF (NPC)Saluting the Admiral, Georgette gave a hearty reply. 'Yes Sir. Dr. Kaun is happy to turn her patient over to you and wishes she could stay to continue caring for the President but she is needed elsewhere. As soon as we are re-fueled, we will be taking off and heading for the Marauder. Good luck Sir and Gods Speed to all of us>" Giving the pilot a last salute, he watched the Raptor get lifted back up as he turned to the deck hands to get this deck ready to receive incoming personnel. The SFs and Marines would handle the security while Medical does the rest but they didn't need munitions under the deck to be an issue. The President was on the back of his mind but under heavy protection there was no way to repeat the previous situation and even he was going to rotate out with Liam and Jonathan.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 22, 2022 11:08:06 GMT -6
The last of the Vipers had been moved to the other pod just as the first few Raptors were coming in. Watching from the distance, he could see a few Terran Cylons out on the deck with civilians covered in ash and dust being directed by his Marines to cubicles setup early on till room can be made in Titan. Already signing off on and order for Pilot, Marine and SF barracks to be combined while the spare barracks could be emptied and get these people out of the pod.
Listening to a report from Tom while the intelligence raptor came in, he would have to reach out to get more ships to accept refugees yet Marauder was clear that they would rescue military personnel. Sending orders to send back the Raptors to begin a ferry system though ensure everyone gets the regular Kobol vaccinations as well as a triage system is established. The last thing he needed was Cylon agents spying or even refugees dying from interactions with the crew.
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
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Post by Natalie on Mar 23, 2022 1:36:50 GMT -6
Stepping out onto the deck, the SF soldier asked her to stand to the side while she watched them extensively search each person before clearing them for entry. Setting her items aside, the SF searched her as well as conducted a scan before clearing her. Taking a seat on the cot, it was surprisingly comfortable though short lived with an SF Sergeant waking her with a tablet in hand. Her file was on the tablet with a pair of SF guards waiting to escort them out of the refugee zone. Hearing more Raptors land, bags were being offloaded with a mixed detail taking them off the deck likely being extremely valuable.
Following them up the catwalk, she noticed a man in a dark uniform who directed the SFs as he took the tablet from them.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 23, 2022 2:26:15 GMT -6
Stepping out onto the deck, the SF soldier asked her to stand to the side while she watched them extensively search each person before clearing them for entry. Setting her items aside, the SF searched her as well as conducted a scan before clearing her. Taking a seat on the cot, it was surprisingly comfortable though short lived with an SF Sergeant waking her with a tablet in hand. Her file was on the tablet with a pair of SF guards waiting to escort them out of the refugee zone. Hearing more Raptors land, bags were being offloaded with a mixed detail taking them off the deck likely being extremely valuable.
Following them up the catwalk, she noticed a man in a dark uniform who directed the SFs as he took the tablet from them. Finally some civil authority that can finally help them keep the order considering the Marines and SFs were limited in their capabilities. Waiting for the woman, he knew he could still keep the ship secure from the refugees and ensure Operations aren't affected. Reading the file, he noticed the high arrest rates and a few titles this cop carried. Taking a deep breath, Michael asked for the guards to fall back; "Impressive file, Marshall, I need someone who can work with the civil officers that will coming up soon to ensure these refugees don't conflict with operations or military personnel. Think you can step up to this task?"
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Natalie
Terran Civilian
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Post by Natalie on Mar 23, 2022 3:41:52 GMT -6
Stepping out onto the deck, the SF soldier asked her to stand to the side while she watched them extensively search each person before clearing them for entry. Setting her items aside, the SF searched her as well as conducted a scan before clearing her. Taking a seat on the cot, it was surprisingly comfortable though short lived with an SF Sergeant waking her with a tablet in hand. Her file was on the tablet with a pair of SF guards waiting to escort them out of the refugee zone. Hearing more Raptors land, bags were being offloaded with a mixed detail taking them off the deck likely being extremely valuable.
Following them up the catwalk, she noticed a man in a dark uniform who directed the SFs as he took the tablet from them. Finally some civil authority that can finally help them keep the order considering the Marines and SFs were limited in their capabilities. Waiting for the woman, he knew he could still keep the ship secure from the refugees and ensure Operations aren't affected. Reading the file, he noticed the high arrest rates and a few titles this cop carried. Taking a deep breath, Michael asked for the guards to fall back; "Impressive file, Marshall, I need someone who can work with the civil officers that will coming up soon to ensure these refugees don't conflict with operations or military personnel. Think you can step up to this task?" Noticing how the Admiral skimmed through her file, he likely read a little about everyone on that Raptor though she knew of his reputation a bit. An assassin and a fugitive before he went legit again even more he fell off the grid on Kobol. Only nodding, she knew any cops tasked with this assignment couldn't safely live within the refugee camp considering they could be easily attacked. Placing her hands on her waist, she spoke as the Admiral peered out onto the deck; "Need accommodations to safely complete this task."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 24, 2022 2:53:13 GMT -6
Finally some civil authority that can finally help them keep the order considering the Marines and SFs were limited in their capabilities. Waiting for the woman, he knew he could still keep the ship secure from the refugees and ensure Operations aren't affected. Reading the file, he noticed the high arrest rates and a few titles this cop carried. Taking a deep breath, Michael asked for the guards to fall back; "Impressive file, Marshall, I need someone who can work with the civil officers that will coming up soon to ensure these refugees don't conflict with operations or military personnel. Think you can step up to this task?" Noticing how the Admiral skimmed through her file, he likely read a little about everyone on that Raptor though she knew of his reputation a bit. An assassin and a fugitive before he went legit again even more he fell off the grid on Kobol. Only nodding, she knew any cops tasked with this assignment couldn't safely live within the refugee camp considering they could be easily attacked. Placing her hands on her waist, she spoke as the Admiral peered out onto the deck; "Need accommodations to safely complete this task." Whispering to the guards in Old Terran, knowing few knew the language as he crossed his arms; "Settu hana upp í hverfið mitt og láttu Hale vita að ég muni sofa í sófanum hans.", seeing the guards merely nod at this orders before turning to the Marshall as he spoke softly, "if you will just not move things around in the room set aside for you, my crew has been through a lot recently and we are making room for a many as possible," nodding to the guards as he watched them and then Marshall walk off. Peering over at Aura before whispering to her, watching the deck with his hand combing his beard; "Shot in the dark."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Mar 28, 2022 5:41:48 GMT -6
The pilots were being pressed and he could see it. They had a 35-minute round trip with zero downtime. These Raptors would be down post operation for maintenance and repairs which meant he needed to expand the wave of influence. There was a limit of personnel they could take and even then the overall weight they would be pushing the capabilities of the ship. Tapping his earpiece, Michael knew at some point his pilots would make mistakes and these mistakes would cost lives; "Work out a plan for the Titan to land on the ground while I look at other options," switching to a fleet wide channel: This is Rear Admiral Martin of the Battlestar Titan. For the last few hours, we have been undergoing rescue operations and soon require assistance in picking up both civilians and military personnel alike. Our CIC will coordinate Operations and have troops on the ground ensuring the security of our operation. Any assistance would be grateful. Actual out.
Signaling his new Marine and SF protection detail that he wanted to go down, walking across the catwalk as the Raptors left for their 20th run.
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Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
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Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on Apr 16, 2022 14:41:50 GMT -6
Walking along the military lane in has now new black uniform jacket, Daniel could see the disparity on the peoples face. Daniel knew from his own experience with the Centurions that this would change the Terrans both those coming to Kobol and those staying will be different. Approaching the Admiral, Daniel knew Michael had allowed an Eight to stay in has room but even more knew the stress the man was under; "Let's talk privately," walking over a storage locker as he kept his hands behind this back.
Speaking softly to Michael, Daniel had to get through to him especially now; "I know that you know of the Cylon sensory ability so why is there and Eight in your room? Hell, you are nearly a walking corpse."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 16, 2022 14:42:24 GMT -6
Nearly? He has Aura working on keeping him awake and refresh while he works for her could never get real sleep. Michael has blamed himself for her death. If he had never gone to Kobol then she would still be alive...
Closing the door to the locker, he took a seat on the polished steel table as he opened his jacket for he was well aware of the decision he had made; "Do you know how it is to be alone? I can't sleep. Barely eat. Everywhere I go I seem her even my A.I copies her. You know when the mutiny happened, something deep down waited me to die just so I can be with her again," pausing as he pulled off his gloves, "I've mourned. Maybe I need to try something new."
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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 Apr 16, 2022 14:42:43 GMT -6
Daniel had read the psych evaluations done on him before the Commander promotion. He had peeled back the red tape and the black ink to find a man broken and considered a risk to himself a well as others. He knew Jack and William buried the report since it would tarnish Michael's leadership. He understood the toll of being alone but didn't want him to go down a path that Sam would disapprove; "Not all Eights are the same. Some know who they are and others are sleepers."
Walking around to face the man, he could see the traditional black gloves being set aside symbolizing the end of mourning in Tauron culture. The sad part is that so many others were mourning the loss of their homes; "I know you don't want to hear it but we are walking a dangerous path by evacuating Terra. Right now it might seem like a good idea but...the last time one culture evacuated from another...well lead to war forty years later."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Apr 17, 2022 20:42:18 GMT -6
Daniel had read the psych evaluations done on him before the Commander promotion. He had peeled back the red tape and the black ink to find a man broken and considered a risk to himself a well as others. He knew Jack and William buried the report since it would tarnish Michael's leadership. He understood the toll of being alone but didn't want him to go down a path that Sam would disapprove; "Not all Eights are the same. Some know who they are and others are sleepers." Walking around to face the man, he could see the traditional black gloves being set aside symbolizing the end of mourning in Tauron culture. The sad part is that so many others were mourning the loss of their homes; "I know you don't want to hear it but we are walking a dangerous path by evacuating Terra. Right now it might seem like a good idea but...the last time one culture evacuated from another...well lead to war forty years later." He had no choice in this matter. The people had made a decision to leave just like so many did when the supernovae threat came down from the top. Unlike now, the Government utilized every ship for evacuation though now the military was taking up the task. There had been reports that some anti Colonial groups were starting to rise and tear down the Colonial institutions. He had already begun receiving calls from Tom to send more troops to secure the civilians out of concern of what happened to Samos. Cylon terrorists could cripple their operations and even their fighting force which means he needed to protect their interests.
Turning to Daniel, he handed him the ranks of Lieutenant as he whispered to him; "Take Oliver and Jonathan with three squads of Titan's finest to the surface. We need to search every civilian before they board the Raptors. I'll assign Ashley to the Presidential detail but," pausing as he dropped down onto this feet, "I'll try to get some rest."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Apr 24, 2022 18:09:57 GMT -6
Hearing the speech, the attitude changed with Jonathan and others changing into combat gear and pulling out weapons meant to hold down a position. M250 and M70s alongside M110s and HTIs littered the deck while Armory personnel loaded their packs. Clipping on medical gear and strobes, Jonathan wore completely black with green glow sticks tucked into his vest since he knew standard SF tactics was to disrupt power prior to a takeover.
Orders from the top insisted that they continue the evacuations till further notice which meant there was still a good possibility that they would be engaging Terran forces. These Terrans weren't brothers to them but simply traitors who were following an enemy of the Colonials. Crates littered the deck with most being explosives and others being ammunition for when they do have to hold the position longer.
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