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Post by fleetops on Jun 2, 2010 20:35:38 GMT -6
As the Battlecruiser Persephone arrived on station, the Comm Officer listened to all the comm traffic happening. She looked over at the XO and waved to get her attention.
"Sir, there's an awful lot of comm chatter going on. From what I can make of it, the Cylons have attacked the Supply Station. CMS Marauder is on station, as is the Cronus. Atlantia is not far away. The Fleet has sortied and is deploying through out the solar system. Something big is going on."
The XO comes over to the Comm Officer's chair and bends down, listening to the myriad of voices on the speaker.
"Where's the Commander? And what's our status?"
The Nav Officer looked towards the XO.
"Sir, we are on station at the Shipyard. Fleet Traffic is ordering us closer to the Command Station. They want us to launch our Alert Vipers and have them join up with those from the other ships."
The XO looked at the LSO and nodded. The LSO keyed his comm and gave the order to the Squadrons, already standing by in the tubes.
"Launch the Alert Vipers, this is not a drill."
At that moment, the Commander walked into the CIC.
"What's the situation XO?"
"Sir, we're being directed by Fleet Traffic to take up station at the Command Station and to launch our birds."
"Get me in touch with Fleet HQ as soon as we can get through all this chatter."
"Aye Sir. Fleet HQ, this is the Persephone, Actual requests to speak with you, over"
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Post by fleetops on Jun 4, 2010 21:34:56 GMT -6
Rear Admiral Johann Sustar, Commander of the Fleet's Battlecruisers, walked into the Command Center just as the message was coming in from the Battlecruiser Persephone. Having served on many ships throughout his career in the Colonial Fleet, RADM Sustar knew that his Battlecruisers could stand up to any Basestar. He stood there for a moment before taking the headset being offered to him.
"Battlecruiser Persephone, this is Battlecruiser Actual, do you copy?"
"Roger that Actual, Persephone Actual here. It's good to hear your voice Admiral."
"Same here Commander Opilio. What's your status?"
"We are on station at Fleet Command Station, our birds are in the air. What's the sit-rep Admiral?"
"The Fleet is gathering at Mandalay Station."
Looking at the Comm Specialist on duty, the Admiral leans down and asks if the channel is secure and scrambled. The Comm Specialist nods affirmative.
"Commander, the Fleet is preparing for an assault on the Cylon home world not far from our solar system. We're gathering all the reserve and active Battlestars, as well as most of our Battlecruisers. They'll be joined by our Troop Transports and about 20,000 of our Marines. Your mission, along with a few other of our cruisers, will be to defend the planet. The Colonial Merchant Fleet will be assigned to patrol duty to fill the gap, since they're all armed sufficiently to defend themselves."
"Sir, isn't that a major undertaking for us? With all due respect Admiral, we're so short on personnel Sir that we have less than half our full complement of crew on board as it is."
"Yes Commander, it is but we've shifted personnel around to make certain every ship has the minimum amount of people to fulfill the mission."
"What exactly IS the mission Admiral?"
"We're going to launch a planetary assault and knock out their ability to resurrect. We know there is a resurrection facility on the planet. We'll also hit their shipbuilding facilities and see how much damage we can do."
"Gods be with us Admiral. We'll do our part here."
"I know you will Commander, I know you will. Stand by for further instructions, Actual out."
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Post by fleetops on Jun 4, 2010 21:42:36 GMT -6
As the Battlecruiser Persephone settled into her position on station at the Command Station, DRADIS showed the arrival of two more cruisers from the Fleet Reserve Yard, the Castor and the Artemis.
On the Bridge of the Battlecruiser Artemis
"Fleet Traffic, this is the Battlecruiser Artemis. We are reporting as instructed, over."
"Artemis, Fleet Traffic. Take up station at 193 karem 64, over."
"Copy that Fleet Traffic."
On the Bridge of the Battlecruiser Castor
"Artemis, this is Castor. We'll take up position on your Port side, over."
"Copy that Castor."
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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 Nov 21, 2010 1:01:32 GMT -6
As the Marauder entered into Terran space, the Comm Officer on Duty, Lieutenant Johan Strauss, called to the Fleet Comm Station.
"Terran Control, this is the Merchant Ship Marauder, we are returning from supply mission to Fleet Supply Station and are requesting authorization for docking, over."
"Merchant Ship Marauder, you are authorized to dock. Proceed to Docking Station 7. Terran Control, out."
"Copy that, Docking Station 7, Marauder out."
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Post by fleetops on Mar 26, 2011 23:33:33 GMT -6
Colonial Air Space-where the civilian ships are usually found.
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Post by fleetops on Mar 26, 2011 23:34:37 GMT -6
On board the Cylon Scout Ship Alpha
Although the coordinates had been entered into the FTL system, something went wrong and the ship suddenly found itself in Colonial space and there was a human ship right in front of it. Not thinking, the centurions on board opened fire on the ship, striking it directly amidships, setting off dozens of explosions which rocked the colonial ship, a cargo-type ship carrying supplies to the mining operations taking place just outside the solar system. Although not destroyed, the colonial ship was severely damaged, unable to engage her FTL drive. She was dead in the water. The centurions realized what they did and knew the only option was to finish destroying the ship. One of the centurions though reminded the others of their orders and the FTL was set to leave the system before the colonial ship could be finished off. Still, there would be repercussions over this.
And through it all, the Colonial Cargo Ship Neva Mara and her crew struggled to remain alive.
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Post by CylonOps on Apr 12, 2011 14:25:04 GMT -6
On board the Cylon Scout Ship Alpha
Although the coordinates had been entered into the FTL system, something went wrong and the ship suddenly found itself in Colonial space and there was a human ship right in front of it. Not thinking, the centurions on board opened fire on the ship, striking it directly amidships, setting off dozens of explosions which rocked the colonial ship, a cargo-type ship carrying supplies to the mining operations taking place just outside the solar system. Although not destroyed, the colonial ship was severely damaged, unable to engage her FTL drive. She was dead in the water. The centurions realized what they did and knew the only option was to finish destroying the ship. One of the centurions though reminded the others of their orders and the FTL was set to leave the system before the colonial ship could be finished off. Still, there would be repercussions over this.
And through it all, the Colonial Cargo Ship Neva Mara and her crew struggled to remain alive.
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Post by fleetops on Apr 16, 2011 0:33:39 GMT -6
Additional civilian ships now present and assigned to mission to 12 Colonies:
Delilah-Passenger ship. 28 crew, carries 200 passengers. Registered to Pan-Terran Tours
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.
Aphrodite-Luxury passenger Liner. 67 crew, carries 225 passengers. Registered to Cherry Excursions.
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.
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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npcpilot
Colonial Officer
Colonial Pilot
We do this for fun, not a living!
Posts: 179
Registered: Jan 16, 2011 0:57:18 GMT -6
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Post by npcpilot on Apr 19, 2011 11:49:17 GMT -6
"Colonial Control, this is Viper 51 Alpha, we are on station flying the CAP for the ships heading to the staging area. Will pass control of CAP to Supply Station CAP once on station there, Viper 51 Alpha out."
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Post by Administrator on Apr 22, 2011 15:31:26 GMT -6
Demetrius sat where he could observe both the Colonial and the woman named Marla. He knew she was telling the Colonial something and he was certain it had everything to do with an escape plan. Demetrius wanted to laugh but knew he could not. A lot had changed in the past few days, changes to Demetrius's thoughts on duty, honor and loyalty. He knew the Caliph and the council had been lying but he was not certain as to how he should proceed. Although the council ruled Gondawa, its sway over the rest of the planet had waned in recent years and the Terrans were there to step up to the challenge of bringing the planet and it's people out of the dark as they had been for over two thousand years. Demetrius knew, as did many other Gondawans, that it was inevitable, even before the Colonials arrived years ago, that technology would make its way back into their society. The council had managed to keep it down for centuries, only permitting the most basic aspects of technology to be used. Now that was all changing and soon, Demetrius would have to decide where his loyalties truly were. As the shuttle banked to the right, Demetrius looked at his time device. They were on schedule and would be landing in a few more hours. Unknown to the two passengers, the shuttle had descended to such an altitude that it was no longer being tracked by Terran or Colonial authorities. It was best if prying eyes did not know where the shuttle would be landing. Demetrius got up from his seat and went to an overhead cabinet, opening it and removing three ration packs, handing one to the woman and another to the Colonial officer. "Here, eat something. It will be a few more hours before we land and I have no idea when you will be able to eat next." Demetrius sat down in his seat, opening the plastic bag and removing the contents. He had to hand it these Colonials, they sure knew how to pack all sorts of goodies into a plastic bag.
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Post by Administrator on Apr 22, 2011 15:33:00 GMT -6
Surprised by the actions of the Prefect of the Guard, Demetrius, Marla gladly accepted the food ration packet and tore it open. "thank you Sir, thank you very much, I'm starving" She was ravenously hungry and the ration was more than acceptable! It was delicious! Marla tore it open further and used her fingers to scoop up every last morsel then crumpled up the foil pack and placed it in the trash can near them. She saw what looked to be some Gondawan bottled water up front and asked over the whine of the engine "could I please have a bottle of water?" she smiled her most beguiling smile as Demetrius looked at her. {maybe I can win this guy over and make some small talk with him. I might be able to find out a few things} she whispers to Castorious. The gun safely stuffed deep within the seat cushion behind she feels as if she has the upper hand then it dawns on her - she does NOT know how to use the gun. She gulps and whispers once more to Castorious {maybe you better take (she nods) that - I'm sure you'll be more effective with it than I would be}
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Post by Administrator on Apr 22, 2011 15:33:51 GMT -6
As J sits there eating the ration, he watches as Marla is devouring hers. Personally, he never was able to get used to the taste of these things but then again, when you're hungry, you'll eat just about anything, like the chow they used to serve on the Battlestar Vulture. Listening to Marla's whispering, J holds back a small laugh when she tells him he would be better at using the weapon. J nods in the affirmative to her and moves his left hand closer to take the weapon from Marla. Of course, he isn't quite sure as to what he will do with it but if it is discovered, he would rather it be himself that has it than her. J can tell that the shuttle is once again making a course change and descending lower. We must be getting closer to the city now, he thinks to himself. Looking over at the Prefect, J tries to figure out the man but before he can continue his thoughts, the shuttle suddenly takes a nose dive, the engines screaming as the small ship heads straight towards the surface. J's immediately figures the shuttle is going to crash but as suddenly as the ship goes down, it begins to level off and slows. Straining his neck to see out the front of the shuttle, J realizes that they are landing but from the look of things outside, they are nowhere near the city. J looks at Marla with that "What the frak?" look on his face. He leans over to her and whispers. "I have no idea what is happening, but the moment you get a chance, run for it. I have a bad feeling about all of this." J maneuvers the weapon and chambers a round, just in case.
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Post by CylonOps on Apr 24, 2011 15:43:56 GMT -6
A lone Raider makes its way through the system, carefully noting the position and location of the Colonial ships present. Once the data has been sent, the Raider jumps away to join the others.
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NPC Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Captain
Posts: 131
Registered: Jul 8, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Colonial Officer on Apr 30, 2011 16:27:29 GMT -6
As the Raptor leaves the Acheron I check over my controls then throttle up and we fly faster for the BS-53 Atlantia with Ensign Bluebird and Corporal Matthews on board.
*Just relax and we'll be there soon. I just have to program the JUMP coordinates into the Nav System.* I type in the JUMP and hit the FTL.
In a FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH we are gone from the Acheron and show back up in Atlantia Air Space.
I contact the CIC for landing clearance.
*Battlestar Atlantia this is Acheron Raptor requesting permission to land with Cargo on board* I smile as I wait to hear back from the Atlantia
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Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Apr 30, 2011 16:34:58 GMT -6
*Acheron Raptor, you have clearance to land on the Starboard Pod, Runway Eleven is open now. Welcome to the Atlantia*
I let go of the mic button and watch as the Raptor approaches our hangar deck.
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