Tiberius James
Cylon
Posts: 85
Registered: Dec 18, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -6
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Post by Tiberius James on Apr 13, 2012 17:10:56 GMT -6
The Two took the hand of the Seven.
"Greetings. No,we have not." Since the original One had killed the original Seven, the series had been looked on with suspicion because they were thought to be the most like humans, and therefore the least to be trusted. He had never worked with this one, but he had learned about him since his 'return'. As a former Security Centar, Tiberius had developed thoroughly the avenues of intelligence and information. This is the one who had infiltrated the meatsacks and had risen to their Secretary of Defense. He's left the humans in turmoil. Perhaps he had shown his value to the Cylons. Tiberius would always watch him, though.
As the others left, he stayed behind for a minute to admire the fabled Red Raider. It was the most highly-modified of this series. The fanglike protursions of the wings were far more sinister than the bludgeon-like pods of Scar, but he would not exchange the X-21 for anything. It was far more than just a Raider.
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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 18:02:59 GMT -6
*Dashing on into the landing bay, running to my heavy raider. 4 golden Centurion s then follow me. Closing the hatch as I head to the cockpit, sitting down starting up the gravity drive. Heading out in space flipping on the lights.*
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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 18:54:15 GMT -6
*Hitting the throttle easing the ship along the floor as I then hear the Ares wale in pain. Easing down down cutting the engines, opening the hatch. Getting up walking back to the opening as I step out. Running back to the raider, reaching out grabbing the net. Messing around as I then find it real sticky and I been tangled up. Ripping my suit as I move around.*
"Centurions help, grab some cutting tolls and get help."
*Shouting hope Lexi can hear me*
"Hold on dear we'll get you out!"
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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 16, 2012 15:10:08 GMT -6
*Watching the Centurions cut me free with a saw, making our way to the raider. Pulling and yanking netting free, my hands becoming raw as we make it to the hatch. With the Centurions help I mange to pray to hatch open. Reaching on inside for Lexi offering her my hand.*
"Come on dear I'll lets get you out of here, be-careful watch the net. It can be quite sticky, damn our brother Yogi."
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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 16, 2012 18:32:58 GMT -6
Relieved to be back on the Ares again as Commander Sydell pries open the canopy Lexi struggles to get up and takes his hand. He helps her out of the Raider and she tries to avoid the sticky netting as she lands on the Landing Bay flooring.
*Thank you Commander Sydell. I have no idea where that trap came from or what happened to Mal. He went outside to try to free us and I never saw him again.* They made their way around the netting and finally Lexi breathed a sigh of relief once they were past the mess that used to be Mal's Raider.
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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 17, 2012 4:57:12 GMT -6
*Looking at Lexi then back to the net and now the raider*
"Were just outside Terra's space but far back that the Colonial can't see us. The Atlantia has been using these net's for some time now, I am find them frustrating. Our dear brother is sparing no expense, he either is playing a long con with the Colonials or he has betrayed us. Either way I shall get his story from our other long loss sister then one known has Kona. She wants us to overthrow Justice and reclaim her throne, right know shes the only person who I see that can help me get our sister back. So I am sorry back I am siding with Kona on this one, plus Justice seems to be distant when we last spoke. The Colonial's my still look up to Kona unless Yogi foiled that plan and they sure don't know me. Anyway lets go join the party as the Centurion's clean up this mess."
*Looking to my golden Centurion's*
"Stay and analyzes the space net of Yogi's. I want to know everything about it ASAP."
*Moving behind Lexi, reaching up with my right hand on the small of her back. Escorting her out the landing bay to the galley, Looking back*
"Send a small scouting party out looking for Mal, be aware the Colonials are out there."
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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 Apr 18, 2012 13:06:36 GMT -6
"By your command"
*The redeye shuffles by and forth*
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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 23, 2012 17:40:11 GMT -6
upon receiving clearance to land, Jack brought the ship in smoothly and touched down on the specified pad without any issue. The centurions that began to walk near the craft as Jack powered down seemed to be different from the ones Jack was used to. As if the programming of these ones changed. Glancing over to Rose and grasping her hand as if to help her out, but also to caution her, he then checked his sidearm and holstered it before guiding her out of the craft. At the silent ramp, the two were met by a six, who seemed to have also a different personality upon seeing Jack and Rose back on the 109.
"The commander is in the galley with some guests." She said with almost a disgusted voice. The voice and actions worried jack to no end as he nodded and walked on by the six with rose in tow, proceeding to the galley.
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Registered: May 6, 2024 13:49:24 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 16:25:08 GMT -6
Watching while one squad loaded up in one heavy raider, he stepped into the other one with his Centurions as he called up to the CCC; "Under orders of Kona, I'm taking two squads of Centurions over to the 106 to retrieve Justice and bring him back, requesting a raider escort and launching at this time."
Sitting down, he remembered there was a a time when the Centurions and even his brothers and sisters once admired his model. Watching the ramp close up, he could feel it lift off the ground already knowing how to terrorize the Colonials considering the 106 would be filled with Centurions ready for a fight.
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Post by D'Anna on Jul 18, 2012 18:26:37 GMT -6
The heavy raider landed on the deck with a thud, and D'Anna stepped down the ramp. She chuckled menacingly at how sneaky she'd been. If only her dear sister Lexi could have accompanied her. Either way, she considered her trip a partial success.
"You two, bring her out here while we wait on our Leader."
D signaled two centurions, watching as they headed into the heavy raider. They reemerged, dragging along a dark haired, unconscious Colonial woman, dropping her at the Three's feet and returning to their posts. The Commander will certainly be pleased with this, she thought to herself.
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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 18, 2012 19:15:08 GMT -6
*Soon later emerging from the hallways into the landing bay, Looking around. Heading on over to D'Anna*
"Ok D'Anna what do want?"
*Watching them dump a prisoner onto the floor as some blood flies over onto my pants leg*
"Dammit you got blood on my uniform, who is this?"
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Post by D'Anna on Jul 18, 2012 19:33:07 GMT -6
Folding her arms across her chest, D smirked at Sydell.
"Good to see you too, Commander."
Looking down at the Colonial laying on the deck, D'Anna inspected her. She looked over the tags hanging around the woman's neck and then back up at Sydell.
"Tags say Captain Martin, from the Battlestar Atlanta. I know you're familiar with that ship. I decided to check out the 103 while on patrol, and managed to get the jump on this one. I am sure there are others still on board."
The Three wondered what the Imperious Leader might do if she were here. It saddened D that her sister wanted to be left alone, maybe she would rejoin them in the CCC once more in the future. Smirking again, D'Anna watched the Commander.
"So what do you want done with her?"
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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 18, 2012 20:08:07 GMT -6
Folding her arms across her chest, D smirked at Sydell. "Good to see you too, Commander."Looking down at the Colonial laying on the deck, D'Anna inspected her. She looked over the tags hanging around the woman's neck and then back up at Sydell. "Tags say Captain Martin, from the Battlestar Atlanta. I know you're familiar with that ship. I decided to check out the 103 while on patrol, and managed to get the jump on this one. I am sure there are others still on board."The Three wondered what the Imperious Leader might do if she were here. It saddened D that her sister wanted to be left alone, maybe she would rejoin them in the CCC once more in the future. Smirking again, D'Anna watched the Commander. "So what do you want done with her?" "Good catch sister, blind fold her and drag her ass to the brig. I am send a raider to check out the 103"
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Post by D'Anna on Jul 19, 2012 0:37:02 GMT -6
"By your command."
D'Anna nodded her head gracefully and motioned the two centurions over. "Let's get this meatsack to the brig and tied up." The centurions grabbed the Colonial woman by the arms and hauled her out of the landing bay, and down the corridor with D right behind them as they headed for the brig.
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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 Jul 26, 2012 18:42:53 GMT -6
The hatchway to Landing Bay Three opened to admit Tiberius James. He nodded to the Five who was the Chief of the Bay. Dressed in his flight suit, a form-fitting black leather outfit, he climbed the ladder into the cockpit.
Dropping into the conformal seat, he placed his right hand into the datastream and felt the seat enfold both his body and his arm. No matter how many G-forces Scar pulled, Tiberius would not relinquish his contact with Scar. Nor would his neck be pulled, or his head shaken. in fact, he wore no helmet. The conformal cocoon of the pilot's seat would hold his head securely.
Scar rose and turned one hundred eighty-degrees on the vertical axis, and moved to engage the gravitic rings that would spit them out into space. It was an adaptation of the magnetic rail gun, using a different spectrum to move the mass. Since Scar had a lot of non-ferrous mass, magnetism would not work on it. Gravitic waves, though, affected everything they touched.
"Launch." Tiberius thought. Scar shot forward and out into space.
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