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 Jul 14, 2011 15:01:57 GMT -6
*Walking on in the hanger cocking my head watching as Helena walks in. Heading for my raider, entering in the code "********" as the panel flips down I enter my hand in for a DNA scan. Scan complete as the hatch door opens. Bending over as I grab my gear stepping up into my ship. Climbing into my seat strapping in, reaching over flipping my dials and switches.*
"Helena hurry up my dear"
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Deleted
Posts: 0
Registered: May 6, 2024 14:15:09 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2011 15:04:26 GMT -6
*Following Sydell into the heavy raider, moving up into the cockpit. Having a seat in the chair next to him*
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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 Jul 14, 2011 15:16:27 GMT -6
*Enters in the code again as the panel flips down I enter my hand in for a DNA scan as the hatch closes.
Throttling back as I start my engines, lifting on the floor. Grasping my radio as I turn the knobs.*
"(Calling the Ares this is Sydell ready to take off, requesting permission.) (Ares to Sydell permission granted, have a safe flight.)"
*I fly right then left approaching the hanger as I enter space.*
"(Calling the Scorpion this is Co. Sydell ready to land, requesting permission.)"
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Justice
Cylon Command Staff
Destroyer of Human Pests
I will bring it to the human pests
Posts: 447
Registered: Nov 11, 2009 20:27:22 GMT -6
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Post by Justice on Jul 14, 2011 16:09:28 GMT -6
The call is answered by Commander Justice *This is Commander Justice. Sydell, we are plotting a jump soon. What's the nature of your visit here?*
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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 Jul 31, 2011 0:19:23 GMT -6
*Reaching up cutting the thrusters, easing back on the engines. Cocking my head rotating the raider into a spot docking into the clamps. Climbing out my seat head back, entering a code as the doors slowly open. Taking a step down onto the organic floor, turning back seeing the raiders docking.*
"Welcome brothers and sisters to the Ares, ok every start unloading, I have a war to start. Helena I need you to go over the data and find out who attacked us."
*Heading on to the corridors*
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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 Aug 3, 2011 23:25:31 GMT -6
Feeling his heavy raider starting to decelerate, Delta stood by the ramp while his rag tag Centurions brought the ship in to land. He had been born in a test tube in the far reaches of hell and his anger was the only thing guiding him considering he had been hunting a Seven and failed around every corner. Dressed in black with a black jacket and a P-90, he always kept a gun close along with a small shotgun on his hip.
Feeling the ship land, the ramp opened up as his Centurions took point starting his way up to the CCC.
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NPC Centurion
Cylon
Centurion
By Your Command!
Posts: 63
Registered: Aug 4, 2011 20:18:53 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Centurion on Aug 4, 2011 22:30:14 GMT -6
*Cutting thrusters off coming in for a landing as the bays door close*
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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 Aug 22, 2011 9:18:32 GMT -6
The past weeks had been eventful, to say the least. Colonials had been engaged, and there was some unusual activity on the part of Supreme commander Justice. This new Commander of the 109, a Sydell, was an unknown. A supposed 'new model', he had authority and a manner that put Tiberius in mind of a One. He was one worth watching. Then, there was the XO, Helena. A Six, she reminded Tiberius so much of another Six, Nikita. He remembered her intimately from the time they served on Freyja together. She had pretended to be concerned about his health following his head injury, but she really wanted only Scar. Tiberius was a means to an end. She'd never gotten into the X-21, but she'd gotten into Tiberius' pants a number of times while trying. It showed the Two that part of a Six's programming, the 'feminine wiles' that the meatsacks speak of. She'd been subtle, sometimes very direct, and she'd used every trick and technique she had on Tiberius. In the end, though, the bond of common DNA between he and Scar was far stronger than the bond of flesh the Six had forged with him. He wondered where she was now. Not all of his memories were bad about her.
He sat in Scar, their datastream interface joining two minds into almost one. The X-21 had been sent on sorties that made use of its unique characteristics. It was an ideal reconnaissance platform, better than a standard Raider because of the added mind of the pilot, and the advanced mind of the Raider Organism. Those characteristics made it well able to defend itself and to operate in full autonomy from the Star. He was about to embark on another of those missions.
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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 Aug 23, 2011 22:15:47 GMT -6
Since Scar had a special berth in Landing Bay Three, apart from the other Raiders, Tiberius did not have to wait in a line or travel a long distance. The X-21 had a special exit hatch. It wasn't built specifically for Scar, but was actually a loading hatch used in dock to load the landing bay. It worked exceedingly well, allowing the big Raider to launch almost as fast as the standard models that are tucked into berths along each arm of the Star, and protrude halfway out into space.
Tiberius settled himself back in the conformal seat. A wraparound headrest would keep his head from banging against the back. A more supine seating position would distribute the acceleration away from the previously injured area at the top of the brain. Those damaged tissues had healed without scarring, which would have increased the possibility of deeper damage under G-loading.
"This is X-21 requesting permission to launch for deep space patrol."
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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 Aug 23, 2011 23:12:52 GMT -6
A female voice replied to his request. "Tiberius James, CIC grants permission to launch. Happy Hunting, TJ." The Two paused for a moment. Eights had, in his opinion, the most pleasant voice of the female Models. This voice was more than that useal pleasantness. Something in that Eight's voice was familiar. It had a ring he had heard somewhere, a long time ago. He felt Scar rock slightly as the air was vented to space. He did not feel the faint vibration of the the hatch because the conformal seat was too heavily padded with the gel material that had nearly encased him. When the hatch opened, he received the signal through Scar's datastream. Giving the flight control directions, Tiberius lifted the Raider off of the deck and rotated it around it's vertical axis while retracting the landing gear. The Raider Organism could have done it with but an order, but Tiberius liked 'hand flying'. One short squirt of it's aft attitude thrusters, and the X-21 left the confines of the Star.
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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 Sept 5, 2011 13:01:30 GMT -6
Jack's fighter touched down in the cavernous hanger bay, that almost looked like the insides of a giant creature, and powered down before exiting the fighter. his two escorts joined him shortly after, just as the imperial centurions came to escort him to the CCC. His escorts, one imperial style centurion with the BCR flag painted on his shoulder and modified high caliber arm cannons in place of the stock arm cannons that are mounted on most imperial centurions, and one human holding a XM8 Terran Carbine with grenade launcher attachment and a lighter sidearm strapped to his leg, and sporting light BCR uniform, both formed up behind him and seemed to keep one eye on the imperial centurions, just in case. Jack and the escorts then followed the imperial centurions out of the hanger and towards the CCC.
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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 Sept 11, 2011 19:01:18 GMT -6
Scar entered through the 'door' that was the loading port in Landing Bay Three. On the outside, it had the metallic skin. Inside, it was an organic mass of muscle and ligament, stronger than Colonial metals, but alive. The pathway to the Bay itself was a muscular tube that bore its own suggestiveness. Tiberius had never bothered to make that comparison before, or think of his own penetrations of it. Scar registered a couple of minor processing errors, probably the result of his picking up on Tiberius's thoughts. The X-21 was a jealous ship, as Lucifer had warned him. Interactions with females had given him so many migraines, he'd nearly been incapacitated.
Over the past nine years, things had gotten better. It wasn't that Tiberius had that many relationships. There had just been Knothead, the Three, and then there were Nikita's attempts to get to Scar by going thorough Tiberius' pants. He knew that the main reason she had not been so successful was her disappearance after the Cylon's last major assault on the Colonials' Fleet. Resurrection was out of action at that time, and he figured she was killed. There was part of him that feared she might have actually conceived by him, and had been off somewhere raising their offspring.
If that was so, why would she not have told him? She'd offered to carry his child; no, desired to carry it, coveted his seed to impregnate her. What if she were raising a 'replacement', a second way to get to Scar? That would require her knowing that the X-21 contained Tiberius' DNA, which was a closely-guarded secret. Even then, a child with his DNA might not be enough. He and Skar were identical that way. Scar had actually been 'grown' from the Two's genetic material, and even though he was one of a series, there was something that made it impossible for other Twos to take his place at the helm of the fighter. What if his own DNA had been altered to make him unique. If that were so, he was not a candidate for resurrection because a new body would not have the proper template. The alternative would be for him to be resurrected in Lucifer's labs, and the whereabouts of that IL-series Cylon were unknown.
He was troubled by these things as he left the Bay, with his fighter being serviced by Centurions it trusted.
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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 Oct 11, 2011 20:05:10 GMT -6
Lexi smiles as she receives clearance and begins to feel the Star as it starts to pull her Raider into the correct slot and softly touches her down. She is docked into Bay 3 and the canopy flips open as soon as the Raider is touched down and docked securely.
Lexi grabs her bag of belongings and throws her long left leg over the top of the cockpit area and onto the fork. She stands up and looks around with a huge smile on her face. It's been so long since Lexi has been able to fly her Raider to another Star by herself and she feels very invigorated and alive!
Lexi leans back as her feet make their way down the incline of the fork and then she jumps down to the Landing Bay and looks around. She smiles with fondness at seeing SCAR again. Lexi is well aware of the reputation he has for being protective of TJ. He has nothing to fear from Lexi as she is totally in LOVE with Justice. SCAR must be able to sense that as he seems to welcome her presence as she walks past him to the Centurions who are waiting for her.
Lexi smiles as she looks up at the nine foot talk Centurion who shines Gold and waits for her Command. *Take me to your Commander, please*
*BY YOUR COMMAND* he responds then turns on his heel and CLANKS his way to the CCC with Lexi behind him. She walks along as if on air and is impressed by the state of the Star.
*yes, Justice will be quite pleased with what I have seen so far* she thinks to herself.
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mal
Cylon
Cylon, a REAL Cylon
Posts: 50
Registered: Apr 25, 2012 17:15:05 GMT -6
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Post by mal on Jan 22, 2012 20:15:00 GMT -6
walking in behind Lexi, Mal looked at the size of the hanger with mock surprise. though Lexi appears to remember him from somewhere, the rest of the empire seems to be oblivious to the fact that he looks just like Jack, and is a clone of jack. Might as well act as though I've never been here before, he thought as he did a mock look around. The only thing that appeared new to him was the row of Adv raiders and the x-1, known by the colonials as scar MKII, or just scar. The only true surprise, or excitement, he had was the wonder of what kind of bird he would be flying.
"So Lexi. Tell me, are there any plans for crushing the humans? or is our plan to let them squirm and multiply till they forget about us and flatten them again?"
As he ended, a small voice whispered into his ear. "All of this has happened before, and it will happen again." It sounded like Lexi's voice, but she had not said anything yet. And that worried him. He began to wonder who said that as he looked around for anyone nearby them.
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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 Jan 22, 2012 22:14:49 GMT -6
Lexi had to smile as Mal wanted to know the Empire's plans for annihilating the humans from the universes. She kept walking til she finally saw what she was searching for. In the far area she saw a team of the Elite Guardian Centurions who were just about finished up on the current project. She pointed to them and their gold coating shimmered as if Royalty were in the Landing Bay. *There, that's your Raider! Would you like to see it?* she had a big smile on her face now as they walked across the Landing deck. She could sense the excitement in Mal as he walked a little faster beside her. She had no problem keeping up with him as Justice had about the longest legs she ever saw and she kept up with him just fine. As they arrived she saw Marvin and smiled at him. He was the lead tech on this project and was responsible for over seeing everything that was put in or on the Raider. *Marvin! I am thrilled to see you heading up this project! It's great to see you again!* she would have kissed him on the cheek if he had been a humanoid model but being a Centurion he would object to the saliva on his metal exterior. She'd heard of an Eight who tried such a move and he snapped her neck as he threw her against the bulkhead a few years back. Lexi turned to Mal *Mal, I want you to meet Marvin! He's our very most trusted Centurion. Justice trusts him to oversee all of the important things in the Empire. He's been with the Empire since the beginning and is 100% loyal! Marvin, this is Mal Reynolds, a new .......... er...... recruit for lack of a better definition I suppose* Lexi saw that the Elites were finishing up the last bit of polish on the outside coating of the carbolite encrusted Raider and she felt compelled to run her hand lovingly up the left fork. One of the Elites brushed her hand away rapidly and followed her trail with a polishing cloth as he then stood and gave her a rather GLARING RED EYE!
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