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Post by fleetops on Mar 13, 2011 1:08:37 GMT -6
Fleet Supply Station-located at edge of solar system. Last chance for gas and grub!
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Post by fleetops on Mar 13, 2011 1:08:43 GMT -6
The Mihala Mora makes its way back to Colonial controlled space, approximately 30 A.U. from the Fleet Supply Station when it suddenly picks up 2 Cylon ships, what appear to be Heavy Raiders. Although the ship can carry Vipers and Raptors, none are on board this time around. The ship carries a small number of ship-to-ship missiles but it's best defense is the FTL drives. Not desiring to get into a fight, the Captain orders the ship to make the jump to the Fleet Supply Station.
"Helm, fire up the FTL's, set coordinates to the Supply Station. Comm, send a message we have Cylon contacts. Set Condition One throughout the ship, secure all spaces."
"Helm, aye Sir. FTL is spooled, ready in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, mark. Engaging FTL's."
"Captain, message sent to the supply station."
And with that, the ship went FWOOMP!
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Post by fleetops on Apr 16, 2011 0:03:20 GMT -6
Message from the Commander, Fleet Shipyard Terra
Attention all Colonial vessels. Commencing immediately, those vessels assigned to the upcoming mission to the 12 Colonies will begin their transit to the Fleet Supply Station and will begin taking up station at the anchorage there.
All ships shall conduct their final preparations for the mission at that time. Ships will begin jumping to the first coordinates approximately 6 hours after all vessels have arrived at the Fleet Supply Station.
All Colonial vessels are urged to show caution while transiting the area as there will be many vessels present and shuttle/raptor traffic will be heavy. There will be a constant CAP flown while the Fleet is in transit and at anchorage.
Additional updates will follow from Fleet Comm Center.
End Message
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Supreme Cavil
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Post by Supreme Cavil on May 10, 2011 13:43:51 GMT -6
Herrod Cavil was as excited as a schoolgirl on her first date. Sitting there in front of him was the largest concentration of Colonial ships he had seen, ever. Having received word from his brother Cavils that he was authorized to attack the human fleet, Herrod wasted no time. Speaking to the cneturions seated in the front of the Heavy Raider, Herrod gave the order.
"Fire your missiles on the Colonial ships dead ahead."
And with that, several nuclear tipped missiles streaked quickly towards the Colonial ships that were being staged near the Fleet Supply Station.
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Post by fleetops on May 14, 2011 21:56:42 GMT -6
Suddenly, the DRADIS alarms on every ship present at the Fleet Supply Station went active as several nuclear armed missiles streaked towards the anchorage. Before the ships could react, the missiles found their targets.
The Battlecruisers Archer and Magellan were each hit by one missile a piece, causing moderate damage to their Port Pods.
The Gunstars Cadmus and Ceres both were hit by one missile a piece, however the missiles had struck in the stern, directly into the Engineering sections. Both ships exploded into a thousand little pieces.
Pieces from both ships managed to strike the BSS-966 (Fleet Support Ship) Naru, destroying the ship as well.
The remaining missiles struck in the middle of the civilian ships, which had taken up station closer to the Supply Station. Fortunately, only a few of those ships were damaged, the defensive guns of the station having hit the incoming missiles.
The following civilian ships were present. Those designated as so were slightly to moderately damaged:
Delilah-Passenger ship. 28 crew, carries 200 passengers. Registered to Pan-Terran Tours (slight damage to starboard side of ship from shrapnel)
Hector-Passenger ship. 37 crew, carries 180 passengers, small cargo bay. Registered to Colonial Passenger Lines, Inc.
Pericles-Cargo ship. 102 crew. Carries medium cargo, dry bulk goods. Registered to Colonial Transport Services. (moderate damage to cargo bay)
Aphrodite-Luxury passenger Liner. 67 crew, carries 225 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions. (slight damage to shuttle landing bay)
Demeter-Agriculture cargo transport ship. 164 crew, carries livestock and containerized cereal grain products (oats, barley, wheat, corn). Registered to Agri-Transporters.
Jeremiah-Cargo ship. 85 crew, carries bulk manufactured goods (steel, processed lumber, etc;) Registered to Colonial Transport Services.
Pan-Colonial 612-Passenger Liner. 103 crew, carries 250 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions.
Erin-Maintenance/Repair ship. 89 crew. Capable of servicing all civilian ships for all repair needs. Registered to The Gaffo Corp. (moderate damage to landing/cargo bay)
Australias-Roll-on/Roll-off container ship. 76 crew, transports containers. Registered to Bullethead Transport.
Nirvana-Luxury Excursion/Passenger Liner. 218 crew, carries 450 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions.
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Supreme Cavil
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Post by Supreme Cavil on May 14, 2011 23:42:47 GMT -6
The Cavil known as Herrod sat there in the Heavy Raider, watching as the missiles streaked towards the Colonial Fleet. Not much amused this Cavil but watching as the missiles found their targets caused a smile to creep across his lips. Aware that the Five Model was watching him, Herrod turned to him.
"Finding something interesting?"
The Five, a model who went by the name Nathan Slade, sat looking out the front of the Heavy Raider.
"Oh, I'm just wondering how you're going to explain this to the Supreme Commander, that's all. I mean, this operation was not authorized."
Herrod made a snarl of a noise, the disgust apparent.
"I'm tired of our Supreme Commander tip-toeing around the Colonials, like we have something to be afraid of. We are way past due in resolving this problem known as humanity. It's time we remind them we are still here. And you let me worry about the Supreme Commander."
"Well, perhaps you should be worrying about those incoming Vipers. It seems our ability to remain undetected by their DRADIS has failed!"
Herrod looked out the front of the Heavy Raider and saw dozens of Colonial Vipers and Raptors heading straight towards them. Before he could give the order to jump, dozens of rounds of armor piercing ammo from the Vipers began to hit the Heavy Raider.
"Centurions! Get us out of here, now!"
At that moment, the engines were hit from behind, essentially knocking the Heavy Raider dead in the water.
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Post by npcpilot on May 14, 2011 23:55:07 GMT -6
"Fleet Supply Station, this is Viper 621, I am inbound and on trek for enemy contact bearing 198 karem 30, over. Heavy Raider dead ahead. Okay boys and girls, let's take this thing down."
Pressing the fire control, Lieutenant Delia Muldoon sent thousands of armor piercing rounds towards the Heavy Raider. At the same moment, the rest of her squadron did the same. Coming up from behind the Heavy Raider, another squadron of Vipers began firing towards the Cylon ship, knocking out the engines.
"TALLYHO! We got the bastard, it's dead in the water. Be careful though, it's still got its weapons."
Delia continued to fire, her rounds tearing into the top of the Heavy Raider. She had managed to knowck out the missile launch tubes but the ships guns were still active. She knew this because at that moment, the Heavy Raider began to return fire, striking two of her birds.
"Jessie! You're hit, get out of the fight and return to the Station. Cal, can you still fly?"
Ensign Cal Mitchell checked his instruments, then replied.
"Roger that Delia, I'm down an enigine but can still fight."
"Squadrons, take out those guns. Let's see if we can capture this one. It'll give those intel types something to do later on."
The Heavy Raider was just as dangerous, possibly more so, sitting there unable to move or jump away. The Viper pilots danced around teh dead ship, slowly taking out her guns one by one, until the ship posed no more of a threat.
"Fleet Supply Station, Viper 621, we are all secure and have one Heay Raider, plus crew, as prize, over."
"Viper 621, be advised. SAR Raptor is inbound your location to attach tow cable. Escort back to Station, Landing Bay Four, over."
"Copy that Station, standing by for SAR Raptor. Advise Marines on the ready when we arrive. There are three toasters, two humanoids on board, over."
"Copy 621, Marines are at the ready. Station out."
Delia continued to fly around the stricken Heavy Raider, ready to fire into the heart of the ship at the first sign of any trickery. She watched as an SAR Raptor approached and positioned itself to hook a tow cable to the enemy vessel. Once hooked, the raptor began the trek back to the Station, the Vipers and other Raptors escorting it, watchful for any additional enemy contacts.
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 16, 2011 16:59:57 GMT -6
Ben walks into the CIC of the Supply Depot for the first time. He looks for the XO walking straight up to the Colonel. He was good to ne back in command of a military installation again, albeit a station but a military installation all the same. Straighting he uniform as the other officers of the CIC stare at the middle age man.
"Colonel, sit rep and get these papers off my Command Station."
Trottle stand there waiting for the XO to tell him the the sit rep.
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Post by fleetops on Jun 17, 2011 14:33:59 GMT -6
Ben walks into the CIC of the Supply Depot for the first time. He looks for the XO walking straight up to the Colonel. He was good to ne back in command of a military installation again, albeit a station but a military installation all the same. Straighting he uniform as the other officers of the CIC stare at the middle age man. "Colonel, sit rep and get these papers off my Command Station."Trottle stand there waiting for the XO to tell him the the sit rep. As Colonel Kelly MooreLooking at the new Station Commander, Colonel Moore saluted the man. She had heard plenty about Commander Little and was somewhat glad they now had an experienced Fleet Officer in charge. Their last Commanding Officer had a mental breakdown and had to be returned to Terra, poor man. Of course, being way out here at the edge of the solar system was enough to push a person to the limit. Moving to the Command Station, Colonel Moore gathered up the papers strewn all over the place. Looking at the Commander, she spoke. "Commander, all civilian ships have made their jumps to their coordinates, as well as the Fleet cargo vessels and a few combat ships. The Cylon Heavy Raider is in Cargo Bay 4, I believe, under heavy Marine Guard still. We are awaiting your orders as to the disposition of the Cylons on board." Shifting her footing for a second, she continued. "From what were told, the Centurions on board basically surrendered their ship. I have no idea what's up with that Sir. Also, two basestars have attacked the Battlecruiser Aphrodite, the Gunstars Decuma and Daphne and the Battlecruiser Athena are on station. One basestar has been heavily damaged, the other has withdrawn out of weapons range. Currently, DRADIS shows no enemy contacts, Sir."
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President Benjamen Little
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 17, 2011 14:52:51 GMT -6
"You can drop the formality for right now, Colonel. Good now get all the deck staff is not busy with our own birds and them distributed among the different ships needs repairs the worst and are short handed. Now about the Heavy Raider have we confimed what model or modelsif we have inside? We can't take any risks here, if its a Cavil we need to be on our guard they are manipulative and will try to get into your head"
Ben starts to look at the staff I can the CIC it was a lot smaller than he thought it would be and it was too dark for his liking.
"Stand down to condition 2. Also get a double CAP out, then I want to meet my Marine CO down to in the hanger. If you need me that where ill be."
Little starts to think of the many tomes over the years he had been face to face with a Cylon. He had scares to prove every story he could tell. He turned on his heels and heads toward the hanger.
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Post by fleetops on Jun 17, 2011 19:23:59 GMT -6
As Colonel Moore stood there listening to the Commander, she was also looking at the report of the Heavy Raider that was captured. Looking back at the Commander, she spoke in a low voice.
"Commander, there is a Cavil on board, and I believe a Five Model. So far, the Marines have them in restraints, although the Centurions are just standing on the deck, as if they've been shutdown or something. It's kinda creepy Sir, I mean, Centurions surrendering."
Colonel Moore had heard stories about Centurions not following the orders of the humanoid Cylons. She knew there was one who was officially a Colonial Marine. She had also heard that there were about one hundred additional Centurions, assigned to their own Colonial Marine Company.
"Sir, the Marine Commander is down in Cargo Bay Four already Sir."
Looking at the Duty Officer, Colonel Moore issued the command to stand down to Condition Two.
"Lieutenant, bring us to Condition Two and have the alert Vipers on stand by launched."
The Lieutenant immediately pressed the PA button and gave the order.
"Attention Station, we are at Condition Two."
Looking at the LCO Specialist, the Lieutenant gave the order to launch the stand by alert Vipers.
"Launch the stand by alert Vipers"
The Specialist nodded.
"This is CIC, launch all stand by alert Vipers now."
Looking at the Commander, Colonel Moore informed him that Damage Control crews were already being shuttled from ship to ship.
"Sir, DC crews from the larger ships are already going from ship to ship assisting with repairs. My understanding is once the CMS Marauder arrives on station, the Fleet will jump away to join the civilian ships and proceed with the mission to the Colonies."
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President Benjamen Little
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 17, 2011 21:10:09 GMT -6
Ben threw up his hand as he walked out or the CIC to acknowledge the crew that he heard what they were doing. As he made his way down the hall toward the cargo bay his mindwas wondering to way the Centurions were shut down when they were told to. Looking around at the Station he was thinking he could get use to something like this. Running his hand along the bulkheads as he casually mads his way to the cargo bay. The Sargents at the door saluted him as one opened the door and Ben stepped through. Looking at the metal machines standing guard as his marines were poised ready to fire.
"Marines, stand down."
Was all the Commander said as he studied the situation.
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Post by NPC Marine Officer on Jun 17, 2011 23:37:55 GMT -6
Major Lacy Green turned at the sound of a mans voice coming into the cargo bay. Looking back at the Centurions, she issued an order to the Marines.
"Belay that order Marines. Commander, this stations security is MY job. As long as those things are inside this station, my Marines will be at the ready, at all times."
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President Benjamen Little
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 17, 2011 23:51:30 GMT -6
As the Major over rode the order that Ben gave the Marines. He shot her a look that would make a Cavil coward. Ben looked at the young MCO, he had read her file on the trip over. She was a spitfire and took matters into her own hands. Well that was about to change. He spun and walked up to the Major
"What the frak do you think your doing? Yes the security of this vessel is yours, although my job is to make sure you do your job correct. I have been dealing with Cylons before you learned how to walk. Now, marines stand down. The Centurions are offline and the One and Five here wont do anything stupid."
Trottle looked at the marines as they lowered their weapons again. Walking over to the Cavil circling him trying to get a read on him. This one was different, not like the others. This maybe fun
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Supreme Cavil
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Post by Supreme Cavil on Jun 18, 2011 6:59:02 GMT -6
The Cavil stood there, trying not to laugh. He sometimes did enjoy these Colonials and this was one of those times. Looking at this Colonial officer walking around him, Herrod saw something somewhat familiar in this human, something he couldn't quite figure out.
"Yes, your Marines have nothing to worry about from these poor excuses of Centurions. They have shut themselves down and are the reason I and my associate are here. So, where do we begin?"
Looking straight at the Colonial Commander in front of him Herrod spoke in a low voice.
"And who do we have here> You remind me of someone, someone from long ago? Who are you human?"
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