NPC Marine Officer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 89
Registered: Dec 7, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Marine Officer on Jun 18, 2011 7:04:08 GMT -6
Major Green looked at the Commander, then back to her Marines. Knowing this was not the time or place for an argument over jobs, she decided to let this Commander run the show, afterall, he was her superior officer. Still, she would talk to him about this later on. She knew this man had more experience than anyone in the Fleet when it came to dealing with the Cylons. Hell, she had heard that the Commander was a Cylon, or at least part Cylon. Turning to her Marines, she ordered them to lower their weapons.
"Stand down Marines, but if one of these skin jobs makes any hostile moves, put a bullet in their foreheads."
Looking at the Commander, she gave a somewhat sarcastic reply to him.
"Does that agree with you Commander, or should I also have the restraints removed from them as well?"
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 18, 2011 10:46:27 GMT -6
Ben looked at the Major as she replied to his remark.
"No Major, there will be no discharging of any weapon. Knowing the Cylons as well as I do. The Centurions are probably rigged to reactivate when a weapon is discharged."
Trottle heard the Cavil speak asking him questions. Something did seem quiet familiar about the One also the Five as well. They say that all of one model is exactly the same but its not true. Little figures it out, who the Cavil was. Which one he had been talking to, getting inches away from Herrod face staring into his cold heartless eyes. Speaking with gritted teeth and a low tone.
"Your worst fraking nightmare, Herrod."
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Supreme Cavil
Cylon
Cylon Model Cavil
The only good human is....there are none.
Posts: 93
Registered: Jul 28, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
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Post by Supreme Cavil on Jun 18, 2011 19:15:26 GMT -6
Smiling, Herrod took a small step back, looking at the Centurions
"I would watch yourself there Commander Little. Those Centurions are unpredictable. You never know what they'll do next. And yes, I know who you are as well."
Herrod continued smiling as he resumed speaking.
"So now, what's next? A little welcoming party, to get re-acquainted? If I would have known you were here, I would have brought the appetizers."
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 18, 2011 19:40:58 GMT -6
The Commander smirks at the Cylon, turning around speaking go the MCO.
"Major, take the Five go the holding cell. Sergeants, come with me and bring our guest with you. I have some catching up to do."
Trottle watched at the Major stare at him with a dumbfounded look on her face.
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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 Jun 27, 2011 11:17:13 GMT -6
As Ensign Maddie McCoy, Station CIC
Sitting there in the Station CIC, Ensign McCoy was excited. This was her first posting since graduating from the Academy. Most of her class had been immediately assigned to the Fleet but she was one of only 11 new Ensigns assigned to a Station or outpost. So far, there was a lot of activity going on, what with a Cylon Heavy Raider attacking the Fleet that was at anchorage, then the capture of that Heavy Raider. Now, she had just been informed that a damaged Battlecruiser was enroute to the Station. Keying her mic, she attempted to contact the new Commander.
"Commander Little, this is CIC. Sir, we just received a message that the Battlecruiser Aphrodite is enroute to our location. She has sustained severe damage to her Starboard pod. The Battlecruiser Athena and Gunstars Decuma and Daphne are escorting her here sir."
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NPC Marine Officer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 89
Registered: Dec 7, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Marine Officer on Jun 27, 2011 11:31:23 GMT -6
Looking at the Commander, Major Green repeated the orders to her Marines.
"You heard the Commander, follow him and take the Cavil model along. You two, follow me with the Five. The rest of you, remain here and keep alert on these Centurions."
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Supreme Cavil
Cylon
Cylon Model Cavil
The only good human is....there are none.
Posts: 93
Registered: Jul 28, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
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Post by Supreme Cavil on Jun 27, 2011 13:53:10 GMT -6
"So tell me Commander Little, or may I just call you Leoben, or is it Connoy, or are you one of those Cylons that prefers to be unique? I guess you do, since you go by a human name. What exactly do you expect to gain from interrogating me? You of all people, and I use the term loosely, should know you cannot force a Cylon to speak. We are not dogs, easily trained for amusement."
Herrod continued walking, aware of the Marines presence. He wondered what the Commander's reaction would be to him snapping both Marines necks, then sticking one of their weapons in the Commander's face. The thought of doing so caused Herrod to laugh a little. Noticing the Marine to his left moving his weapon more in Herrod's direction, he quickly stopped his laughter.
"Forgive me Commander, I was just reliving a previous moment back on my basestar. You would probably get the joke, but for the sake of your two little pets here, I won't bore them with it. So, where are we off to?"
Hearing the message from the CIC, Herrod looked at Commander Little.
"So, I see our basestars did manage to catch one of your precious ships off guard. Good, too bad they didn't complete the mission but the fight has just begun."
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 27, 2011 14:19:50 GMT -6
Ben did not say anything as they made their way out of the cargo hold, heading out into the hall he heard the voice of the new ensign over the com in the hall. Halting the group he walks over to the nearest com system and speaks.
"Thank you ensign, have them dock as soon as they are ready to do so. Also welcome aboard. Have the COs of the ship that their crews have use of the Stations amenities during their stay. Little out.
Little continues down the hall walking toward his office. Wanting to say something to the Cavil but it wasn't something that he should say in front of his new crew. None of them knew that he was a Cylon and more important a Seven model that was cosmetically altered to look like a Two. As they reach the office he slides his ID badge through the reader and opens the door. Stepping through the two marines stand guard out side the door.
Trottle walks over to his desk reaching into the middle draw and pulls out a key. Making his way back to the Cavil unlocking the restraints. Turning back around motioning the One to sit in the chair in front of the desk. Ben removes his uniform jacket laying on his desk. Reviling battle scares all over his arms and neck.
"Now Cavil, I don't know what you're doing or nor do i care. Also more important where do you get off outing me in front of my crew. I just got this post and they have yet to know that i am a Cylon. So I would like you to very kindly take that device that i know that you have in your pocket and completely shut down the Centurions in my cargo hold. I have killed you once don't make me do it again."
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Supreme Cavil
Cylon
Cylon Model Cavil
The only good human is....there are none.
Posts: 93
Registered: Jul 28, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
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Post by Supreme Cavil on Jun 27, 2011 16:33:02 GMT -6
Herrod tries to stifle his laughter at what Little says. Unable to do so, he lets out a hearty, if somewhat overly dramatic laugh.
"Outing you? Are you frakking serious? You really believe that these humans here aren't already aware of your true identity? You really have been spending too much time with them, you are now just as stupid as they are. Out you, please. I have better things to do. ANd as for those Centurions, here's something that Cylon brain of your can chew on-I am not in control of those, or any other, Centurions. Haven't you heard, or are you completely disconnected from the Data Stream: the Centurions no longer take orders from us. It appears that they have become completely self-aware. They view us as human, can you believe that? I mean, we created them...."
And then it hit him. Herrod stood there, speechless and unsure as to what to say next. For a few moments, there was silence. Regaining his composure, he continued.
"Ever since my dear Brothers, the Cavils, tried to lobotomize the raiders many years ago, the Centurions no longer trust us, or me, or any humanoid Cylon. Except of course, for those frakking Sixes. No my dear Benjamin, those Centurions have more or less shut themselves down. How do you think we wound up being captured in the first place? Do you really believe I would purposely surrender?"
Herrod suddenly realized that he could use Ben being a Cylon and the Colonial crew here not knowing it to his advantage, but how? His mind was racing to find a way.
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Jun 27, 2011 16:47:19 GMT -6
In one quick motion Ben leaped over his desk grabbing the Cavil by the throat picking him up shoving him into the back wall. Lifting the Cylon up to eye level since Sevens where slightly taller than Ones.
"Now listen to me you sorry excuse for a machine. I have regretted everything I had done during my time on your Basestar. That was over 50 years ago, but one thing i didn't regret was shoving your ass out that airlock when you killed that Two."
Ben squeezed tighter around the neck of the Cavil, pushing him into the wall.
"Now tell me what you are doing here and why have you showed up now. I have gotten completely away from my Cylon side and was trying to live life away from you."
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Post by NPC Marine on Jun 27, 2011 16:47:37 GMT -6
Standing outside the Commander's office, the Marines remained motionless and expressionless. Once the conversation began inside, one of the Marines, Sergeant Kal Maro turned to the other Marine, Sergeant Gina Londo.
"Did I just hear correctly, is the Commander a Cylon?"
Sergeant Londo stared straight ahead.
"Hell, it wouldn't surprise me. The damn things are all over the place now. But as long as he is wearing a Colonial Officers uniform, that's good enough for me."
Sergeant Maro turned and looked down the corridor. In a hushed voice, he replied.
"Well, I'm letting the Major know. I mean, what the frak! We got a Cylon Heavy Raider in one of the Landing Bays, Centurions down there in shut-down mode or something, a skinjob toaster heading to the Brig and the other one sitting in the Commanders', or whever the frak he is, office. Something isn't right here Gina and you know it. No, I'm telling the Major. She doesn't trsut this new Commander, I can tell."
"Well Kal, you do what you need to do for yourself. I've heard about Commander Little. He's been in so many fights with the Cylons, it isn't funny. And if he's a Cylon, who better to deal with that ugly Cavil model? I'm sure Fleet HQ knew what they were doing when they sent him out here. And if I were you, I would watch what you say to the Major. If word gets back to our HQ, the General isn't going to be too happy. I hear him and this Commander go way back."
"Yeah, well what do you expect from someone who is married to a Cylon half-breed. And they got kids too. Man, that's just plain gross, although I hear his daughters are mighty fine! Wouldn't mind getting me some of that stuff!"
Before Sergeant Maro coudl finish his smile and sound effects, Sergeant Lando had removed her knife, and in one quick movement, the butt end had smashed into the nose of Sergeant Maro and the blade was now resting against his neck, blood streaming from his broken nose.
"Utter one more frakking word about the General's or anybody elses daughters, mothers, nieces, aunts, or wives, and I can assure you, the Accident Report I write up will have you down as a suicide, do I make myself clear Sergeant Maro? Now go to the frakking head and clean your degenerate face. And if you're not happy with what I just did, go find the Major and let her know about it as well."
Sergeant Maro could only hold his nose, and whimper, as he headed down the corridor to the head. Sergeant Lando stood there, watching him, the anger building up inside her. Lucky for Sergeant Maro, she didn't follow through with her movement and slice his throat open.
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Supreme Cavil
Cylon
Cylon Model Cavil
The only good human is....there are none.
Posts: 93
Registered: Jul 28, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
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Post by Supreme Cavil on Jun 29, 2011 19:12:34 GMT -6
Pushed up against the bulkhead, Herrod was finally able to break Commander Little's grip and move away from him. Rubbing his neck, he looked up at the Commander.
"Nice to see you still remember who you are. As for why I am here, the fact that your civilian ships were attacked should be answer enough. We know what you Colonials are up to, your charade of going back to your destroyed colonies. Well, i for one am not falling for it and eventually, the others will see I am right."
Walking to the desk, Herrod picked up the pitcher of water and poured a glass, gulping it down. Wiping his mouth, he turned to Commander Little.
"Personally, I could care less about your wishes or desire to remove yourself from your true heritage. If living among these humans is what suits you, then know you will die among them when the time comes. Oh, and know this as well: I am on to your friend who has suddenly re-joined us, the Six who calls herself Sandy. Oh, these precious human names make me want to just puke."
Standing there, Herrod was tempted to remind Little just how strong he still was by snapping the mans neck but common sense told him within seconds of doing so, the Marines outside would put numerous bullets in his head and since resurrection was still not working properly, that and the fact he was too far out of range, would mean a permanent death for him. No, he would have to wait until the right opportunity presented itself for him to get out of here.
"So, what's next on the agenda, Commander?"
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NPC Chief
Colonial Enlisted
Chief of the Boat
Posts: 54
Registered: Jul 17, 2010 16:00:03 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Chief on Jul 2, 2011 21:58:42 GMT -6
On board the Battlecruiser AphroditeAs the DC crews from the Athena and the two Gunstars worked with the DC crews of the ship, Commander Lane stood there at the Command table, looking over the reports on the damage to the ship. The fires were finally either put out or at least under control thoughout the Starboard pod, although there was serious damage to the entire pod. The Landing Bay was completely buckled from the heat of the tylium stores going up in flames, there were gigantic holes in the outer bulkhead of the entire pod, all thanks to the ordnance exploding during the fires. Still, it could have been much worse and would have been, had not the Athena and the two Gunstars arrived when they did. Looking over at the XO, Commander Lane spoke. "Well XO, what's our status?" The XO, who hadn't slept in over 48 hours, was standing there, looking down. Suddenly realizing the Commander was speaking, he looked up. Grabbing a piece of paper, he looked at it, then replied. "DC crews from the Athena have extinguished all remaining fires in the Starboard pod, Frames 1 through 60. Thanks to the gaping holes in the outer bulkheads, the fire was vented but so were quite a few of our people. The down side was that the fires inside the ship were sucked towards the pod but at a speed so fast, they were super-heated, melting bulkheads, hatches, and the deck along the way." Taking a moment to read a bit further, the XO continued. "Our wonded and non-essential crew have been off-loaded to the Athena. Fire-fighting gear and foam have been brought on from the Decuma and Daphne. Engineering has finally gotten the Blast Doors closed and operating properly on the cross-corridor from the Starboard to the Port sides. They had to replace all the hydraulic lines on the Starboard side. We are still good on tylium, we only lost the tylium stores for the birds on the Starboard side." Commander Lane stopped the XO. "Casualties?" "827 total lost, so far. That includes everyone in the tubes, Landing bay, and Hangar Bay on the Starboard pod. We lost over 500 there alone. The DC crews are still going from section to section and checking every space along the way. We've found a few dozen survivors though, holed up in some rather small spaces. Life support is now functioning again throughout the entire ship." "What about the Forward spaces, where we took the nuke?" "DC crews from the Decuma have cleared the wreckage and state the radiation was vented through the impact point. We got lucky-one of our guns hit the missile right before impact, deflecting it but not destroying it. It punched into a thicker part of the hull. The plating stopped most of the radiation from flooding the ship." "Well, we'll take all the breaks we can get. What's our Engineering status?" "Engineering sates due to the damage to the Starboard pod, we have to take it slow, otherwise the whole thing will just rip away from the ship. We're still a few hours out from the Station or the Repair Base. Commander- Athena, suggests we make way for the Station. There's a repair ship standing by there, not to mention one hell of a CAP." "Yes, we're actually closer to the Supply Station than the repair base. Set course for the Supply Station, one-quarter speed. Inform Athena Actual of this. I'll be in my quarters. And XO, go get some frakking sleep!" "Aye Sir. I'll do that as soon as I am finished here. Comm, contact Athena and inform of our course. Helm, speed at one-quarter." "Helm, aye sir!" "Comm, aye Sir!" Looking around the CIC, the XO knew it was a matter of time before he passed out from the exhaustion. Turning to the Duty Officer, he relinquished command of the CIC, and the ship. "Captain Jordan, you have the Con. Continue course to the Supply Station and wake the Commander and myself up in the event of an emergency." Captain Jordan saluted the XO and replied. "Aye Sir, I have the Con. Will wake you and the Commander if needed sir." On board the Battlescruiser AphroditeAs the ship finally arrived at the Supply Station, the Damage Control crews continued to extinguish fires and make hasty repairs to the ship, mostly plugging holes and shoring up the massive beams that interconnected the ship and essentially linked the starboard pod to the main section of the ship. Grabbing her comm unit, a Chief Petty Officer from the Athena called to the CIC. "CIC, this is Chief Jaslo from the Athena, reduce your speed to 20 percent, we're taking a strain on the aft section of the pod's connector arms. Be advised, we have personnel EVA making repairs, over." A voice came back over the wireless. "Acknowledged Chief Jaslo. Be advised we have reached the Supply Station and are going to be coming to all stop, CIC out." Chief Jaslo was surprised that the ship had made it here so quickly. Of course, that explained why the steel beams that were the main support to the entire pod were vibrating so much that they were beginning to rip away from the massive steel plates that they were connected to, and thus to the pod itself. All along the stern section of the ship there was buckling of the frames and bulkheads. At least now, there would be additional help in stabilizing the ship so it could safely head to the Fleet Shipyard. "Allright people, look alive. We're coming to an all-stop, so there's bound to be some groaning and screeching of steel. All hands, stand-by."
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Post by fleetops on Jul 2, 2011 22:07:12 GMT -6
On board the Battlecruiser Aphrodite
As the Aphrodite began slowing down on her approach to the Supply Station anchorage, the XO looked at the Comm Specialist.
"Specialist, announce our arrival."
"Aye Sir. Fleet Supply Station, this is the Aphrodite. Requesting permission to dock, over."
A crackled sound came through the speakers in the CIC.
"Copy that Aphrodite, stand to at your present position, marker four alpha, over."
"Marker four alpha, copy that Station. Standing by for further instructions, Aphrodite out."
"Repair ship is en route to your position. Welcome home, Station out."
The XO looked at the DRADIS screen, remarking.
"It's like a swarm of bees heading this way. We may just be able to save the girl after all."
Looking at the Nav Officer, the XO spoke.
"Lieutenant, you have the con. I'm going to wake the old man."
Lieutenant Diana Matheny nodded to the XO.
"Aye Sir, I have the con."
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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 2, 2011 22:09:53 GMT -6
As Ensign Maddie McCoy, Station CIC
Having received the message from the Aphrodite, Ensign McCoy switched her comm frequency over to the Commanders private comm link.
"Commander Little, this is Ensign McCoy in CIC. Sir, the Aphrodite has arrived Sir. The Athena and Gunstars Decuma and Daphne are on station as well."
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