Anonymity
Cylon
Imperial Cylon
Anonymity Is My Name, We are Many!!
Posts: 13
Registered: Oct 9, 2011 22:23:53 GMT -6
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Post by Anonymity on Apr 11, 2012 19:03:55 GMT -6
"This is Tiberius James to 109-CCC. We request docking clearance, Bay Three." "Tiberius you have clearance, welcome home brother"
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Tiberius James
Cylon
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 18, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -6
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Post by Tiberius James on Apr 11, 2012 19:16:25 GMT -6
"We thank you," Tibrius' right hand barely touched the datastream. He needed only the faintest of contacts with the goo to maintain full communication with Scar. The fighter knew what to do. The 40-mm chin turret turned forward and retracted while the 80-mm main guns went safe. The large-bore weapons were slower-firing than the 20 or 30-mm guns of other craft, but the variety of ordnance they could throw and the accuracy of Scar's DRADIS made them among the deadliest airborne cannon.
Scar turned toward a certain point in the main stalk as the hatch opened. The X-21 did not fly in through the normal Raider ports due to the nature of its Organism. Scar was a touchy one, especially with females. He was intensely jealous of members of the sex opposite of Tiberius James, and had killed before. He was also still highly classified, and access to him was strictly limited. Tiberius had to be there if it was anyone but a service Centurion.
The iris open, the X-21 slipped inside. The opening closed until it disappeared.
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Commander Lexi
Cylon Command Staff
Commander
Commander of the Blood Moon
Posts: 650
Registered: Nov 11, 2009 16:52:13 GMT -6
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Post by Commander Lexi on Apr 14, 2012 15:47:55 GMT -6
Lexi was frantic and disoriented. She had no idea what had happened but she found herself alone in the Raider. She took the controls and made contact with the 109.
*This is Lexi........ I need assistance......... I have no idea what happened here........... I am alone in this Raider and it is not working......... Please send help..........*
she could only hope they received the message as the damage to the Raider fork was more than significant. It was completely shattered and torn back to the main area where she was sitting.
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Apr 14, 2012 18:43:01 GMT -6
*Veer left and up into space, reaching down flipping on the external lights. One of the Centurions then reaches up and points out to Mal's Raider caught in a net broken. Banking around checking out this net as it appears harder to see*
"Damit you Colonial's maybe there wiser then we thought. Either that or brother Yogi has truly betrayed us."
*Pulling along side rotating the lights as the net seems to absorb it. Making out that Lexi tied the raider up, reaching down flipping a switch. Releasing a towing cable that magnetic clamp's onto the haul. Shifting back to the yoke gently moving along pulling the raider.
Heading back to the Ares, nearing the landing bay slowly, the raider smoothly bumps the entrance.*
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Jack "Fraker" Reynolds
Brown Coat Faction
Captain of the White Fang
what you plan and what takes place ain't exactly that similar
Posts: 2,635
Registered: Mar 28, 2010 23:52:11 GMT -6
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Post by Jack "Fraker" Reynolds on Apr 16, 2012 19:10:18 GMT -6
The stealth ship had been trailing syndell's ship ever since he picked up Lexi, and now it sat staring at the 109 in silence. Jack and Rose both looked at the ship, not sure what to do. The fighting on earth had kept the BCR active with maintaining knowledge on both the Empire and the colonials, and even at times they had gained recruits and supplied both sides during the fighting. The new earth battleship that the BCR built had also been a great asset to the Terrans in defending their home. Those things would put the BCR in a bad light with the Empire if Syndell felt in a giddy enough mood. maintaining a balance between was even more difficult then Jack thought, which is what caused Jack to pause where he was.
Finally breaking from the mood, Jack then looked at Rose and flipped the comm. "Imperial Basestar Ares, this is BCR vessel 1129, requesting docking clearance for refuel."
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Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
Posts: 318
Registered: Nov 16, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on Apr 19, 2012 16:08:50 GMT -6
Rose sat in her seat and waited quietly while Jack made contact with the Basestar. She still got nervous being this close to one of those monstrous things no matter the relationship Jack had with this particular colony of Cylons.
Rose fiddled her fingers nervously along the stitching on the seat arms as she looked out the viewing window at the hangar deck area she presumed. It looked kinda like the ones on the White Fang but kinda different. She was glad she was just a passenger and gave Jack a brave little smile.
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Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 6, 2024 18:44:56 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 16:58:32 GMT -6
Peering out of the porthole, Alex spotted the other Heavy Raider move in close formation with the 8 raiders moving around them to ensure cover as they set their FTL's. Holding onto the side, he took a deep breath as they all jumped out and to Justice knowing that soon he would be doing what he promised the Colonials; bring them to their knees once and for all.
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NPC Hybrid
Cylon
Hybrid
"There are secrets within lies & answers within riddles."
Posts: 30
Registered: Jul 9, 2011 21:05:28 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Hybrid on Jul 16, 2012 16:14:43 GMT -6
*The 103 Annihilator Hybrid* "One degree angle nominal. Seascape portrait of the woman child cavern of the soul. Under pressure-heat ratio ides of evolutions have buried their fears. The excited state decays by vibrational relaxation into the first excited singlet state. Yes, yes and merrily we go. Reduce atmospheric nitrogen by 0.03%. The neuroanatomy of fear and faith share common afferent pathways. Flip a coin. Increased vascular pressure marks the threat response. Free will scuttles in the swamp of fear, do not fear the word."
"Intruders swarm like flame, like the whirlwind; Hopes soaring to slaughter all their best against our hulls. Counting down. All functions nominal. All functions optimal. Counting down. Their ships fail. Skittering like skipped stones. Meaningless in the absence of time. What never was is never again. End of line."The tub containing the Hybrid begins to light up and the Hybrid's eyes widen. "JUMP!"The 103 disappears from the Battlestar Atlantia's airspace in a flash of light, jumping away to the destination of the 109 Ares, unbeknownst to the Colonials. A bright flash of light and the 103 Annihilator jumps into the airspace of the 109. Highly damaged from the fight with Battlestar Atlantia, the nearly dead Base Star maintains it's position, with several Colonial crew members still aboard. The Hybrid utters, "Jump complete. Back in the stream that feeds the ocean that feeds the stream. There are secrets within lies, answers within riddles. Open your mind and hear what your heart wants to deny. End of line."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 17, 2012 15:17:19 GMT -6
Greer Felt his self lose balance for a second the looked over at the read outs on his wrist pad "frak me, we just jumped.....why the frak did we just jump, this space trash was suppose to be dead in the water what the frak" he turned toward the sound of centurion marching then looked back at the controls, the Intel finish downloading and he backed up behind the command table and pulled the chip from the dock and shoved it into his vest then took cover behind one of the many command stations and pulled two frags from his belt, the Private followed suit. one minute later they threw them dead on sending one clanker soaring threw the air. Greer started firing on the rest as they came through. The cylons stormed the CCC firing rapidly from their wrist guns, Greer and the other marine, a Pvt ponders dodged and took cover where ever they could find it till the reached the back wall, Greer taped his head set "all teams the CCC has been over run, head back to the raptor if you can" all he got back was static, he hoped they heard him. He kicked open a hatch vent and threw him self into it right after the Private ponders followed after. Sitting up from the cold hard floor, Sam rubbed her throbbing head and growled. Brows furrowed as she tapped her radio. "All teams, if you can hear this, double time it back to the landing deck. Let's see if we can get off this hunk of junk." Her eyes drifted down to the young marine beside her, Private Daniels. When she checked for a pulse, there was nothing... Pulling herself up, she hurried over to the hybrid's tub and managed to disconnect it this time. She frowned, knowing they were all probably on their own with trying to find a way out of this. Grabbing up her weapon, Sam headed out of the chamber and radioed Greer. "I couldn't disconnect her in time, Greer. And I have no idea where we are..." Rounding the corner, she had the wind knocked out of her by a skin job. Sam reached for her sidearm and fired off a round, missing as the toaster took off running down the corridor.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 18, 2012 17:34:18 GMT -6
Emerging from the jump, he retracted the engines as the Cylon computer interface detected the 109 and the 103 as he tapped Jack; "Get your game face on," extending the tips as he headed for the 103's hanger; slowing down as he extended the landing gear. Letting gravity take over, he locked up the controls as he opened the canopy before grabbing his rifle and tapping the radio on his suit; "Verification code, Sierra Echo 7698 Delta, Thrax to any Colonial forces onboard, need positions to provide for an assist."
Checking the oxygen levels as he removed his helmet, signaling Jack to take the lead as they started in a hatchway, peering down below as he spotted a few raptors but no crew; wondering if Greer or even Sam is still alive.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 18, 2012 17:50:59 GMT -6
Surprised by the landing, he hopped out as he activated his armor as he went ahead and secured the hatchway; not bothering to give away their position as he caught a few Centurions off guard. Dropping their heads onto the ground, he started to active pinging all the radios on the ship to get a sense of direction before whispering to Michael; "If we can get to the Hybrid chamber then we can use your tactical pad to bypass the Hybrid and jump us back," holding onto his M-4 as he pulled out a few grenades from the pack, the EMP grenades as well as the grenade launcher. Pulling the safety, he tossed it around the corner as a white flash went off before glancing back around to see electricity coming off of the Centurions before they dropped to the ground. Flipping the safety off on his grenade launcher, he knew it was a perfect rifle for him considering he could scorch the suit a bit and still feel perfectly fine underneath.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 2:22:03 GMT -6
Slowly starting down the corridor, he took cover as he noticed a few Centurions being guided by skin jobs as he signaled Jack to introduce himself to them while he wondered if Greer was still alive or captured. Following behind Jack, he watched as he took the Centurion on with his bare hands as he spotted the skin job; taking aim as he put two rounds into her back. Turning back to Jack as he peered over the Centurions, "Let's get to the Hybrid chambers and get this ship out of here, we'll do a head check afterwards."
Checking over the blueprints, he figured they weren't too far from the Hybrid Chambers as he tapped on his radio; "Greer if you can hear me, do not fall back to the raptors, meet me in Hotel Charlie," knowing that their radio lines might be compromised so the less he said might offer more.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 19, 2012 2:39:05 GMT -6
Moving ahead, he reached just as the Centurion brought up his arm, snapping it off followed by ripping the next ones head off; pulling the center column out of the other Centurion before ripping the head off of the last. Listening carefully, Jack followed Michael as he held onto his M-4 knowing that all the hard work the previous Marines but would be even more with the current Marines that'll be retaking the Basestar. Following him, they stepped into the Hybrid Chamber as he took guard outside noticing a head Marine as he pulled the dog tags off of him but knew the Marine wouldn't be by himself; "The Marine is dead but why would he duck into the most dangerous room in the entire ship?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 3:15:59 GMT -6
Pulling off his tactical pad, he knelt down as he plugged back in the Hybrid followed by his tactical pad as coordinates came up; "Shit, someone saw what the satellite saw and tracked it down for us which us the time of finding it for us," setting up a scrambled channel from their position to the raider and back to the Atlantia, "LT Thrax reporting in, Basestar appears to be under almost completely Cylon control. Have coordinates to the Galactica, 879434 cera 45674 cera 673, Cylons have found the Galactica doesn't appear to be enroute and I doubt the Cylons know we're onboard, requesting orders on scrambled channel two one alpha."
Putting the signal in the background, he loaded up coordinates of Terra along with a fifteen minute timer as he grabbed Jack's tactical pad to transfer the jump orders and timer to as he stuffed it underneath the wiring. Turning to Jack as he pulled out his magazine to ensure he had enough if he took precision shots but standing by for the Admiral till they stepped out of the room.
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Jul 19, 2012 15:25:42 GMT -6
Pulling off his tactical pad, he knelt down as he plugged back in the Hybrid followed by his tactical pad as coordinates came up; "Shit, someone saw what the satellite saw and tracked it down for us which us the time of finding it for us," setting up a scrambled channel from their position to the raider and back to the Atlantia, "LT Thrax reporting in, Basestar appears to be under almost completely Cylon control. Have coordinates to the Galactica, 879434 cera 45674 cera 673, Cylons have found the Galactica doesn't appear to be enroute and I doubt the Cylons know we're onboard, requesting orders on scrambled channel two one alpha." Putting the signal in the background, he loaded up coordinates of Terra along with a fifteen minute timer as he grabbed Jack's tactical pad to transfer the jump orders and timer to as he stuffed it underneath the wiring. Turning to Jack as he pulled out his magazine to ensure he had enough if he took precision shots but standing by for the Admiral till they stepped out of the room. "Atlantia to the Terran Raider, Ok well having giving the thought and staring on your Intel I am gonna leave it up to you. Your on the 103 now so get with Sam and you to talk it out, if you think you have no choice Blow up that star. But I still will take that Hybrid, the reason being I need the Galactica back beside having her in the fleet she's also a symbol of hope, power, strength, our will to fight. So bring her back at all cost's, out of those two Basestar's I need there Hybrid's and the 106 if possible. Now on your way to Galactica use the new ship and have the others split up into the heavy raider's to mask your movement's to Galactica. Keep me update Atlantia out"
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