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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 17:54:31 GMT -6
Listening to the orders, he knew bringing it back to Terra would be too risky as he raced over to tactical pad as he thought over coordinates between here and Terra; somewhere where they can off load the toasters before taking it back home or at the very least get everyone off and move them to Galactica. Inputting the half way point between the Galactica and Terra, he secured it once more as he turned to Jack, "Okay the Marine wouldn't be here by himself and knowing Greer he would start retreating the raptors being cut off getting to those raptors are his top priority, we jump in 10 minutes and I know Sam would be with him."
Reaching into his pack, he pulled out his uranium tipped bullets as he loaded up the double C magazine before zipping up his pack; slowly starting out of the room. Starting out, he slowly walked across the deck as he double checked the suppressor as he approached a small group of Centurions with a few skin job. Getting the element of surprise, he put a few bullets into one before taking cover as he pulled out his pistol; shooting the skin jobs in the chests while he worked on providing cover for Jack to sneak around.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
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KDF
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Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 19, 2012 19:38:29 GMT -6
Sliding over his pack except for a small Messenger's bag as he pulled out a few smoke grenades as he filled the corridor with smoke before tossing in frag grenades, tearing the toasters to shreds. Climbing down onto the deck below them, he slowly approached a Marine who was bleeding out as he applied pressure to the wound; "Marine, what did you see?"
Coughing up blood, the Marine whispered to him before dying on him; tapping his radio as he pulled the dog tags off of him; "Found a Marine and according to him Cylons are taking prisoners we may face the real possibility we're the only ones onboard," pausing as he heard movement, loading up his grenade launcher as he took aim at the corridor but lowering it as he spotted a handful of Marines, "lower your rifles, Terran officer came onboard with Michael Thrax," noticing them lowering their rifles as they started around to an armory where they were holding up.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 21:37:16 GMT -6
Under handing a grenade, he turned around as he emptied a clip into a five before reloading as he turned his attention back to the Centurions. Ejecting hs double C magazine, he picked up one of his usual ones as he began firing back; pulling his pistol out as he killed another skin job. Getting up, he holstered his pistol as he picked up his pack along with his rifle. Ducking into a room as the Centurions passed by, he kept his eye on the clock as he slipped past them and started his way to the CCC to bring the weapons online to discourage bringing over anymore troops.
Entering the CCC after silently killing two more skin jobs, he stayed down as he linked his tactical pad to the console as he brought the nukes and cannons online. Targeting the Basestar, he only wanted to damage it knowing that possible friendlies are on the 109; keeping his eye on his watch as he noticed them winding down to the the last 3 minutes.
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Sergeant Lewis
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Enlisted
Sergeant
Posts: 27
Registered: Dec 3, 2010 20:50:13 GMT -6
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Post by Sergeant Lewis on Jul 19, 2012 22:47:03 GMT -6
Sliding over his pack except for a small Messenger's bag as he pulled out a few smoke grenades as he filled the corridor with smoke before tossing in frag grenades, tearing the toasters to shreds. Climbing down onto the deck below them, he slowly approached a Marine who was bleeding out as he applied pressure to the wound; "Marine, what did you see?" Coughing up blood, the Marine whispered to him before dying on him; tapping his radio as he pulled the dog tags off of him; "Found a Marine and according to him Cylons are taking prisoners we may face the real possibility we're the only ones onboard," pausing as he heard movement, loading up his grenade launcher as he took aim at the corridor but lowering it as he spotted a handful of Marines, "lower your rifles, Terran officer came onboard with Michael Thrax," noticing them lowering their rifles as they started around to an armory where they were holding up. Fixing his helmet, the sergeant walked over to Jack as he held onto his P90, wondering what they had planned as he recalled what had happened; "After the ship jumped, Greer and Sam ordered everyone back to the raptors and well we got cut off. Greer and his Tauron buddies never met up with us and I presume he went radio silent, sent a scout team out and they spotted a skin job capturing Captain Martin but we're almost out of ammunition." The sergeant's uniform had spots of oil from dead Centurions and burn marks on the sleeves most likely from an unlikely jamming of his rifle.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
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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 23:08:11 GMT -6
Tapping his radio as he called up to Michael as he informed him of the missing officer and even more of Greer as he pulled out his grenade launcher; "Centurion hunting, this shouldn't be too hard," hoisting his clips and spare grenades to load up manually leaving his rifle and clips to the sergeant. Flipping the safety off, he started out first as he started his way to the raptors; noticing the Centurions were heavy on this single route. Firing rounds in, he kept his eye on his watch as he blew them apart while he felt the ship weapons open fire and the rumble of the FTL drive charging up; "Hold on! This is going to be a bit rough," activating his magnetic boots as he literally held on while continuing to fire on the Centurions.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 23:24:41 GMT -6
Peering back over the timer, he still had one minute till the ship jumped as he activated the weapons grid with everything including the ship to ship missiles as he kept the fire on the tips and raider bays to ensure no one can follow them. Feeling the ship rumble as the timer winded down, Michael stashed his pack aside as he started for a full sprint to the Hybrid Chamber with his tactical pad still in hand. Jumping, the 103 disappeared in a white light with its last missile destroying the raider ports on the lower half of the Basestar.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 23, 2012 2:18:28 GMT -6
Flipping on the Cylon IFF and the computer, Michael carefully flew past the raiders as if he was with them before landing on top of the Basestar; opening the canopy as turned to Jack. Catching the crate, he magnetized his boots as he took what explosives they had left over as he packed it down into the hull before throwing free the empty crate. Planting the beacon with the detonator, he tapped his radio as he spoke softly; "Verification code Charlie 4872 Echo 98 Zeta, Gabriel needs assistance position marked," ordering the raider to take off as he took a look at Jack knowing that he was ready; both of them holding their rifles ready to gain entry.
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NPC CIC
Colonial Officer
CIC Officer
Posts: 423
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:22:16 GMT -6
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Post by NPC CIC on Jul 23, 2012 2:29:23 GMT -6
*Bring up the targeting systems ordering all to firing at the beacon. centon's later all gun, canon, and missiles fire at the Ares pumabling the Basestar damaging the hull.*
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
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KDF
Posts: 479
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 23, 2012 2:32:43 GMT -6
Cracking his neck, he held onto rifle as he peered over his tactical pad as he thought over it; "We could always get the Terran fleet to come in but once we set this thing off its going to be a bitch to get to her," spotting Michael nod as he prepared the bullet syntax for dropping, wondering if the Atlantia would be coming in to provide for a distraction.
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Post by fleetops on Jul 23, 2012 2:34:00 GMT -6
Battlestar Atlantia fires all she has at Area, sending out all it's viper's. En-gauging the raider's dragging there space net's tangling up raider's.
Atlantia send raptors over to the Galactica with the supplies it needs to limp back to the fleet.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 23, 2012 2:50:41 GMT -6
Blowing open the hole in the hull, Michael began dropping down smoke grenades as he flipped on the Thermal before dropping down into the hole followed by Jack as he clipped on his pack.
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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 23, 2012 11:12:33 GMT -6
Setting down his rifle, he sat down in his chair as he began strapping in; detaching the raider from the hull as he spotted Michael in pain; "It'll take us 3 jumps to get there but brother once we get there we're gong have to look at that injury," turning to Sam as they started off the Basestar, spotting the Atlantia jumping as he pushed the ship to outrun the raiders; "strap in and I'll make the first jump."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 23, 2012 21:14:17 GMT -6
Strapping into his seat, he was only thankful the helmet was on as he grind his teeth from the pain; hitting the afterburners as the FTL drive continued to charge. Retracting the engines to cut down the profile as he ejected several decoys to drive anything following them off of their backs turning to Jack; "Land us on the Basestar first...it'll take too long on the Galactica and I need to take this armor off to check the wound," keeping it down as he placed his hand over it.
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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 24, 2012 2:51:37 GMT -6
Dodging the bullets, Jack retracted the tips as the FTL drive indicated it was ready as he closed the flaps in the canopy to ensure nothing could go wrong considering how far they were pushing this retrofitted raider; finally jumping as the raiders came just within range to touch them.
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Tiberius James
Cylon
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Registered: Dec 18, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -6
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Post by Tiberius James on Jul 31, 2012 19:44:58 GMT -6
Scar shot from the orifice to the Landing bay and broke into several jinks. He arced out from the core of the Star and into clear space.
Inside, Tiberius was within a spherical Dradis representation. There was nothing around him, no seat, no ship. Only the generated imagery that he shared with Scar. Friendly and hostile craft bore iconic representations. Known and speculative data about each vessel accompanied the icon in a compact graphic. Vectors pointed ahead of the icons, plotting their future course. As they changed, so did the broken lines of the plots. With then, Tiberius had a battlefield understanding beyond what any human was possible to process. With but a thought, the X-21 changed course and fired off weapons very sparingly, only when the solutions were beyond the set probability threshhold. To an outside observer, it made it look as if Scar never missed. He did not, because the symbiotic pair did not fire blindly or wildly.
Protected by the cocoon of the pilot's seat, Tiberius could put Scar into turns that would snap the neck of human pilots, and even his brothers and sisters. They did not have the level of sophistication in their conformal chairs. Tiberius was kept rigidly wrapped up, not having to move hid head or eye because everything was routed directly to his brain by the datastream.
With a series of split-Esses and yo-yos, Tiberius had cleared a large swath of the space around the Star of Colonial combat craft. By the way the vectors were converging, he could see that he had attracted a great deal of attention. He smiled, at least in his thoughts. His body would appear to an outsider to be comatose. No energy was wasted in physical movements.
"Tiberius to CCC. I am drawing them into the field of fire of Main Battery One. Track it to seventy-seven karem minus fifteen, but please do not be overly showy about it. Make it look like a random turn, or someone might get the idea. One clean shot should eliminate an estimated forty-one percent of the Colonial craft. Upon my signal."
Tiberius was not concerned at the sound of his direction. He hoped that Sydell's ego would not get in the way of military expediency and tactical awareness. The Two was handing the Commander a victory over the Colonials that the other Stars had not realized.
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