Colonial Air Space

[Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs]

The raptors jump in start there burn, he looks at thrax

"what are you a ground hog you dont like flying "

he pitched in when they hit the atmospher and turned the raptor toward the dz on the map

[Vice Admiral Michael Martin]

Laughing, he got up as he undid the straps before clipping on his pack; "Haven't been in the air since my Zero G training but falling from the sky isn't my thing! I'll contact you on the Emergency band channel 6 but would suggest you be careful can't watch your back from the other side of the planet now can I."

Picking up his rifle, he screwed on the suppressor as he pointed at a set of ruins nearby; "Drop me off there and hopefully see you in a few days," walking over to the hatch as he picked up a messenger bag full of clips for his rifle.

[Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs]

"this is a cake walk, see ya in a few then"

reaper did not land the raptor he hovered 4 feet from ground and the marines opened the hatch, he watch ed thrax jump out and sprint away, after the hatch was closed reaper pointed the nose toward there own drop zone and burned in at at full trailed by the other raptors

[Rear Admiral Samantha Martin]

Once their raptor came out of the jump away from the Atlantia, Sam let out a sigh of relief ... relief that the Cylons hadn't reached the planet first, that they knew of. She said a silent prayer that Reaper, Michael, and the others had come out of their jump safely, and that everyone would make it back to the ship alive and well.

As the marines in the rear of the ship checked their over their weapons, Sam turned slightly in the co-pilot's seat to look at Rebecca. Both women seemed a bit on edge "Everything will be fine. I've got your back if you need me, don't worry." She smiled reassuringly as the raptor moved closer in to the planet's surface.

[General Odin Cotter]

*Changing the Freq's as I dial up the raptor*

"Hello up there this is the Terran Defense calling the Atlantia's Xo. I am General Odin Cotter, I spoken with Commander Yogi he told me some were coming to help. Thanks for the help I got Forces all over the city so show them your badge's please. I am in my ship above the mayor's building at the moment, I'll give you my update so far. We own had one explosion so far, I am glad to have your help. Hoping to work with you on this, see you all on the ground Soon Cotter out"

[Supreme Cavil]

The Cavil model known as Fred stood there in the CCC, smiling as the reports of the damage to the Colonial ship continued to pour into the data stream. Now, if only a bigger fish would come their way.....

[Col. Mason "Reaper7" Briggs]

Feb 13, 2012 19:56:28 GMT -6 General Odin Cotter said:

*Changing the Freq's as I dial up the raptor*

"Hello up there this is the Terran Defense calling the Atlantia's Xo. I am General Odin Cotter, I spoken with Commander Yogi he told me some were coming to help. Thanks for the help I got Forces all over the city so show them your badge's please. I am in my ship above the mayor's building at the moment, I'll give you my update so far. We own had one explosion so far, I am glad to have your help. Hoping to work with you on this, see you all on the ground Soon Cotter out"

copy that cotter, ill need a full briefing once where on the ground Reaper out

reaper tipped his wing and the other raptors followed him in toward the city.

[NPC Chief]

As Senior Chief Morgan Freeman on board the Gunstar Daphne

Senior Chief Morgan Freeman was trying desperately to get the FTL back on line when suddenly, a large explosion ripped the port engine apart, sending shrapnel and flames everywhere. Grabbing the comm unit near him, he called to the CIC.

"CIC! The port engine has just blown apart, we're losing it here in the engine room! My Gods! We gotta.."

Another large explosion ended all life in the engine room.

[NPC CIC]

As Ensign Molly Dragos on board the Gunstar Daphne

Ensign Dragos listened to the voice of Senior Chief Freeman then heard and felt the two explosions rip through the ship. Turning to the Commander, she had tears streaming down her face as she spoke.

"Commander, we just lost the engine room and everyone in there. Sir, what will we do, we can't get out of here? I don't want to die Sir!"

[NPC Colonial Officer]

As Captain Bobo Jalla on board the Gunstar Daphne

Captain Jalla was busy trying to re-route power to the auxiliary systems when he felt two large explosions tear through the ship. Sparks flew from the console he was sitting at, causing him to fall backwards and onto the deck of the CIC. Getting up, he looked around the CIC. When he heard what Ensign Dragos had said to the Commander, he knew it wasn't long before they would all be dead. Looking at her, he smiled.

"Ensign, we die for the preservation of life on our planet. There is no higher honor. Now tend to your duties."

Looking at the Commander, he made a suggestion.

"Commander, recommend we launch all life pods and get our non-essential and wounded personnel off, then we launch every remaining missile we have and see how many toasters we can take with us, Sir."

Major Finley smiled and nodded to the young Terran Captain.

"Yes, get our people off of here and send out a distress call. Then load all tubes and prepare to launch. I want auxiliary engines full ahead, we're ramming the closest basestar."

The CIC crew sprang into action, the ship showing signs of life and determination.

[NPC CIC]

As Ensign Molly Dragos, (NPC) on board the Gunstar Daphne

Ensign Dragos watched as the last life pod was launched from the ship. All that remained aboard were several members of the CIC, to include the Commander, and a few personnel in the landing/launch bay, where two raptors waited. She looked at the Commander, who nodded to her. Smiling, she keyed her headset.

"Attention all Colonial units, this is the Gunstar Daphne, we have launched all life pods and are preparing to scuttle the ship. Request any assistance in retrieving life pods. Gunstar Daphne will be flown into the attacking base star. So Say We All!, Daphne out."

With that, the remaining guns and missile tubes sprang into action as the ship was set on a course to slam into the base star. The Commander gave the order to abandon ship and everyone left the CIC and headed to the waiting raptors. Molly hoped the lifepods would be rescued by the fleet.

[Commander Frank Admiral]

this is the Acheron we are close by your location prepare to land in our statbord flight pod ill have some marines waiting for you

[CylonOps]

As Colonial battlestars began arriving to rescue the crew of the domed gunstar, the CCC crew, consisting of a Cavil model, a Doral and two Eights, tried to get the FTL up and running. Unfortunately, several of the gunstars missiles managed to find their mark and had taken out the FTL. Sitting there like a duck, the only thing the humanoid models could do was wait for the final impact of the gunstar.

They didn't have to wait long.

Within seconds, the gunstar slammed into the center of the basestar, blasting it to pieces.

[CylonOps]

On board the Basestar 201-Dante (NPC)



The Dante jumped away from the Cylon home world, her destination Terra.

[npcpilot]

*Hearing Yogi give a speech and orders fallowed by cheering that we finally get some payback. Running around gathering a raptor squad, grabbing carts. Heading back grabbing the space net with some Ragnarök mines. Pushing the cart back filling up the raptors as full as we can.

Climbing up in the raptors heading to the cockpit. Attaching the helmets reaching up flipping switches grabbing the yoke as the decks are clear. Given conduction one in effect with the hast order the raptors lift off. Flying out the Atlantia to a set distance depressing as with a man in the back deploying the nets and mines.*