J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Sept 24, 2015 11:12:07 GMT -6
On Board the CMS Marauder, near Terran Air Space
J walked onto the Bridge and looked around. The place was rather deserted, considernig they were getting closer to Terra. Walking over to Joseph, he stared out the main portal, looking at the stars. In the far distance, he could just make out Terra, since it was the brightest object in the immediate space around them. Looking down at Joseph, he commented.
"You know, it really is a relaxing view. So, how soon before we arrive at Terra?"
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Sept 24, 2015 13:23:51 GMT -6
On Board the CMS Marauder, near Terran Air Space
Joseph looked up at J and nodded before returning to the epad on his lap. Without taking his gaze from the device, he replied to J.
"Well, at this course and speed, I would place us there in about two hours. I suggest you place an emergency call to Admiral Knight and perhaps arrange a meeting place to get your retirement made official, that way we can avoid all the unpleasantries of Fleet HQ and those Marines that have orders to arrest you. Besides, it'll make it easier when you go to government building and announce you are re-forming the government, carrying on in President Little's actions and all that pomp and circumstances."
Joseph knew the only way this would work was tio make an end run around Middleton and Yogi, Middleton more so. That woman really had it in for J and it wasn't just for his ramming action against the Cylon basestar months ago. No, her hatred for the man went farther back, to before the Fleet had even arrived at Terra the first time, when humanity thought it could live with the Cylons, when J was the Liaison to the Civilian Fleet, before Middleton achived her present rank. Yeah, it was going to be funny as Hades to watch J usurp Middleton once again. For now, they had to get there without J being arrested and thrown in the Fleet Brig on Ares. Joseph looked out at the stars.
"Yeah, enjoy the view because it's not going to last too much longer."
Looking over at the Comm Specialist, Joseph gave the order to contact Fleet HQ.
"Specialist, place a call to Fleet HQ, to RADM Knights office and tell them I want to speak to her personally."
The young woman sat up straight.
"Aye Captain, placing that call now."
Joseph looked back at J.
"Well, let's see how this goes, shall we?"
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Oct 2, 2015 22:11:10 GMT -6
Joseph stood there on the bridge, looking out the main window. Terra was getting larger and to his right, the Fleet Station. Vipers were already enroute to meet them, full aware of who was on board. He was prepared to fire upon the vipers if necessary but instead, he had decided to jump the ship into the atmosphere, where they would then jump back out of the atmosphere, on the other side of the planet. Shuttles would be sent to the surface, where the newly reformed Quorum would meet them at the aerodrome. Shortly after that, they would all meet with members of the Terran and Gondawan Councils, along with the Deputy and Under Secretaries of the various Ministries and Departments of the bueracacy that was left over from the previous government. As soon as the Judges arrived, then all would be in order and legal and Middleton and Yogi would not be able to arrest J, or anyone for that matter. Looking over at his Navigation Officer, Joseph gave the order to jump.
"Jump the ship into the upper atmosphere, we're over water so no damage to any surface areas."
"Aye Sir, jumping, in three, two, one. JUMP!"
And SWOOSH! The ship jumped from their location three hundred kilometers from the Fleet Station to a point over the Panterran Ocean in the Northern Hemisphere.
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Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Oct 9, 2015 21:27:43 GMT -6
"All stations, report status now."
Joseph was informed they were now above the Panterran Ocean in the Northern Hemisphere so the trip to Corinth would have to go west to avoid Sparta and the Gondawans as well. The Terrans and Colonial Fleet would already know where they were but he still wanted to avoid any meetings with the local air units. Looking at the Chief of the Watch, Joseph gave the order to ready the shuttles for launch.
"Chief Guttenberg, ready the shuttles."
"Aye Captain, ready all shuttles for launch."
"Con, Navigation, report we are three hundred meters from surface."
"Con, Engineering, we report all systems normal, out"
"Bridge, Hangar Bay, we are ready."
"Chief, you have the Con, I'm heading to the shuttles,"
"Aye Sir, I have the Con, ready ship to leave orbit in four minutes."
Joseph rushed to the Hangar Bay and borded the lead shuttle, carrying J Castorious and the several Quorum members that were on board.
Within seconds they had launched from the Marauder and headed towards Corinth.
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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 Oct 17, 2015 19:40:24 GMT -6
"Yes sir, coordinates set. Scanning sector... locked prepare for jump"
*A space time window opens sucking the Independence and her fleet in one by one. Anther space time window opens above Caprica spitting the Independence and the fleet out one by one. Reaching over flipping on stealth mode reducing engines. Switching on plasma screening, the electron generator cycles up. Creating an ionized a bubble around the Independence and thus a plasma bubble is generated. The rest of the ships follow as ordered.*
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General Baikun
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 27
Registered: Feb 5, 2012 21:28:15 GMT -6
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Post by General Baikun on Oct 20, 2015 15:56:10 GMT -6
"Helmet on"
*The helmet emerges out of the collar crawl over my head, down my face back into my collar. Over my eye clear up as two vent appear popping out blowing out air then retracts. Stepping onto the lander climbing up, leaping into the cockpit. Reach back as I pull the canopy shut as it seals shut. Releasing the brakes rolling down the deck out into space hovering up from the deck flying into space. Flying away from the space, switching on silent mode reducing engines. Switching on plasma screening, the electron generator cycles up. Creating an ionized a bubble around the Blackbird Mk. IV and thus a plasma bubble is generated. Narrowing the engine flaps, cycling up the thruster's .
Opening all batteries twisting the dual yoke rolling down diving under the Independence. Hitting the thruster's again soaring out from the darkness of the mighty ship zooming start for the Gondawan satellite A. Raider's Soon follow shooting hitting the blackbird as I stay on course. Opening up a channel to the CIC*
"Admiral this is General Baikun I am doing something stupid here. If you look on your dradis you will see the blackbird lit up like a beacon, now if you will target 4 canons at me and fire we can take this satellite down"
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FLT. Admiral Yogi
Colonial Retired
Fleet Admiral/Admin
Posts: 4,039
Registered: Mar 22, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
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Post by FLT. Admiral Yogi on Oct 20, 2015 16:06:55 GMT -6
"What the frak do you think your doing, this is suicidal you won't make it. Wait unless you engage FTL but it is risky, this will work ok you got it May the Godds be with you"*Moving over to the weapons control's targeting the Blackbird, as Four rail canons rotate and lock on, hitting the fire switch as four hot rounds zip and zoom towards the blackbird* "Helmet on" *The helmet emerges out of the collar crawl over my head, down my face back into my collar. Over my eye clear up as two vent appear popping out blowing out air then retracts. Stepping onto the lander climbing up, leaping into the cockpit. Reach back as I pull the canopy shut as it seals shut. Releasing the brakes rolling down the deck out into space hovering up from the deck flying into space. Flying away from the space, switching on silent mode reducing engines. Switching on plasma screening, the electron generator cycles up. Creating an ionized a bubble around the Blackbird Mk. IV and thus a plasma bubble is generated. Narrowing the engine flaps, cycling up the thruster's . Opening all batteries twisting the dual yoke rolling down diving under the Independence. Hitting the thruster's again soaring out from the darkness of the mighty ship zooming start for the Gondawan satellite A. Raider's Soon follow shooting hitting the blackbird as I stay on course. Opening up a channel to the CIC* "Admiral this is General Baikun I am doing something stupid here. If you look on your dradis you will see the blackbird lit up like a beacon, now if you will target 4 canons at me and fire we can take this satellite down"
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General Baikun
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 27
Registered: Feb 5, 2012 21:28:15 GMT -6
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Post by General Baikun on Oct 20, 2015 16:34:05 GMT -6
"Thanks Admiral hope we can do this again" *Punching in coordinates Spool up FTL, riding close to the Satellite, jerking the yokes back turning vertical just in time as the explosion's rumble. Turning my head to see a fiery blast wave, hitting the jump and the bird is sucked in with the blast wave. 5 Micron's later Satellite A explodes in a fiery mess Anther space time window opens spitting the Blackbird out right over Satellite B with the follow shockwave the rattle the bird and the Satellite B. Hitting the thruster's flying past the end, engaging nose tip left stabilizer then the back right stabilizer. Sending up into a spin whirling around the Satellite pushing the yokes as the blackbird flip's out firing on the Satellite, Drifing backwards launching two sidewinders and it explodes* "What the frak do you think your doing, this is suicidal you won't make it. Wait unless you engage FTL but it is risky, this will work ok you got it May the Godds be with you"*Moving over to the weapons control's targeting the Blackbird, as Four rail canons rotate and lock on, hitting the fire switch as four hot rounds zip and zoom towards the blackbird*
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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 Oct 20, 2015 17:14:38 GMT -6
:CC-754: The Centurion walked across the bridge as he received a message from Marcus, it was time to unveil the new Destroyer classes that put these satellites in orbit as well as brought down the old Colonial fleet that once ruled the Colonies. Jumping into position behind the satellites, his ship the 'Demetrius' and 6 other Destroyers moved into formation as they began moving over the satellites and targeted the Independence with their main guns and even missiles. Ordering the rail guns to open fire, the ships moved out of position as a lone Colonial pilot took out the satellites but thankfully not them as they fired missiles at the lone Battlestar; keeping a formation that doesn't put them too close but not too far apart so those pesky Vipers can try and pick them off. Ordering the raiders to be launched, the Destroyers began firing back at the Battlestar knowing they could resist fire long for them to do some damage before bugging out; firing down pods to the surface which contained Centurions to help combat again the advancing SF's.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 7, 2015 8:26:40 GMT -6
On board the CMS Marauder
it had been three weeks now since J had begun his "good will" tour of the Fleet and frankly, he was bored. He was tired of the countless ceremonies announcing his arrival, the food, the ambrosia, (okay, maybe not the ambrosia so much) but the whole charade of it all. So far, there was nothing out of the ordinary, except that he knew something was bound to come up when he finally arrived at the agri ships. He knew the rumours of food being diverted, to where nobody seemed to know. There was no food shortage in the fleet but that wouldn't stop the black market types. No, this was more sinister and he had it on good authority. Still, he had a few more ships to visit before going to the agri ships. What with the fleet all bottled up nicely in a few locations, it was a wonder the Cylons hadn't paid a visit. Walking onto the bridge, he spotted Captain Markus.
"So Joseph, where to next?"
"Well cousin, it's high time we go to one of the agri ships and get that business out of the way, what ya say old man?"
"Let's get it over with."
J walked off the bridge and headed back to his quarters. It would take them several hours to reach the anchorage where the agri ships were positioned and he neede to sleep off some ambrosia.
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J Castorious, CMC (Ret)
Colonial Retired
Retired Marine
Once a Colonial Marine, Always a Colonial Marine
Posts: 4,212
Registered: Aug 1, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -6
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Post by J Castorious, CMC (Ret) on Dec 10, 2015 21:03:44 GMT -6
On Board the Galactic Sustainer (Agro ship) - 507 crew, carrying seeds, fruit trees, livestock to include cattle, swine, poultry and crop processing facilities to include canning.
Fortunately for J and the Marauder, the Galactic Sustainer really wasn't far off. The ship was moored at the auxilliary anchroage ten thousand kilometers from the Fleet Station at Terra. She was in the process of taking on potable water and supplies, as wel as being topped off on tylium. The Captain, a man in his early 60's from Aerilon and a farmer himself. He had come to the hanagr bay alone, hsi crew busy with resupply operations. Snapping a slute, he greeted J and his entourage.
"Mr. President, it is indeed a pleasure and an honor."
J saluted back and replied.
"My pleasure and honor Captain Trusk, I assure you."
The man was a hero having directed his ships limited weapons on a squadron of raiders a number of years ago as they were about to attack a civilian liner that was having FTL issues, giving the ship time to jump but attracting the attention of other raiders, as well as a nearby basestar. J was hopeful the man could be of assistance to him during his visit here.
"Captain, we have a situation involving missing food, specifically seeds and seedlings but there are also stocks of canned and processed foods missing as well. When was the last time an audit was completed?"
"Audit? We conduct an audit after every harvest and the processing has been completed."
Captain Trusck turned and muttered to a young male standing next to him, who then rushed off. Looking at J, the man stepped closer.
"We account for a certain amount of loss during every harvest. Even without a food shortage, the black market still has a market for food, especially since we provide all the citrus and other fruit crops to the Fleet and we still have to draw upon stocks on the planet."
The young crewman came rushing back, a piece of paper in his right hand. Handing it to the Captain, the young man stepped back. Trusk looked at the paper then at J.
"There was the usual level of loss as far as processed crops go and then the same for raw fruits and vegetables. And I'm talking only a few hundred kilos tops."
"What about seedlings and saplings?"
"Impossible because those are kept under guard at all times, by Marines no less. We haven't lost a fruit tree one since we came here all those years ago. However, we receive new shipments from Terra on a regular basis and lately, those shipments have been several dozen saplings and seedlings fewer. The Agriculture Ministry tells us the harvestable crop of fruit trees was down so they cut the shipments to account for that, or some felgercarb to that effect."
"Well, that's the issue. Even though I have appointed a new Agriculture Secretary, the entrenched bureaucracystill controls the ministry. What we have is terrans making deals with the cylons, food in exchange for pulling back from the latest attack and invasion."
"Are you serious? Since when do cylons eat?"
"Apparently it wasn't for the cylons, it was for the hybrids. The cylons have moved to a new planet that is more suited for the hybrids and they have yet to generate sufficient crops or food, so the terrans were approached by a hybrid with the deal to leave terra in exchange for food and seeds and such. If we can prove it, there'll be hell to pay I assure you."
"Well, it wouldn't surprise me if the Ha' La Tha were involved, since there would be money involved. That's our biggest issue, we have to employ a certain number of their people to remain in a smoothe operation, such as we have."
"When was the last time anyone from Agriculture came aboard?"
"Let's see, last harvest, which was a month ago. We are due for a harvest of fruits and vegetables in a few days and we should be getting a visitor soon."
"When you do, contact my office or the Marauder."
"Certainly Mr. President."
"For now, I will leave you to carry on and I will try to get this goodwill tour over with. Thank you Captain Trusj."
J shok the mans hand and then turned to head back to the raptor waitign for them. Once on board, he instructed the pilot to return to the Marauder. he had work to do.
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Jan 5, 2016 11:31:27 GMT -6
On board Government Shuttle 005 inbound from Meliosk Islands to Corinth
The flight to the capital was dragging on, as if it had been in progress for days, maybe even months. She couldn't wait for the trip to end. She needed a long, hot shower, followed by a tasty meal and even tastier beverages. Of course, she had to endure the visit to the Council Chambers, something she had managed to avoid for years. She did look forward to seeing some of the other Administrators and officials but she was not looking forward to bumping into any of the Judges, in particular Schwein. Looking out the window, she could see the bright blue waters of the Panterran Ocean. How she longed to return to her ancestral home of Elan. hell, at this point in her life and career, she would settle for an assignment to the Fleet Station in orbit above the planet. The sounds of the engines were starting make her a bit drowsy. She adjusted the head rest and grabbed the pillow next to her, curling into a somewhat comfortable position, slowly drifting off to sleep and dreaming of meeting the President 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 Jan 15, 2016 18:39:48 GMT -6
In orbit above Terra, directly over Corinth CityNPC Basestars of the Cylon Fleet Basestar 201-Dante Basestar 301-Ravenflight Basestar 401-Ah Pukuh Basestar 501-Ah Tabai Cavil stood there, his hands in the data stream. All four basestars were ready to jump. He had received word that Doral and that human Yolander were now in Terran space. Good, they could both witness the final destruction of the human fleet. Looking at the Four, Cavil gave the order. "Begin the jumps. This ends now."And with that, SWOOSH! On board Basestar 301 RavenflightIn a flash, the four Basestars and several smaller atatck ships, along with three dozen large troop trnasports all appeared in Terran airspace directly above Corinth City. Within seconds, hundreds of raiders and heavy raiders began streaming towards the surface, followed by hundreds of missiles aimed directly at the planet. Cavil stood there, observing all of it from the data stream. Looking at the Five next to him he smiled. "Now we can finally begin the process of destroying these humans and their precious planet and fleet. We may not kill them all, but we'll sure bring their numbers down to a more manageable level. Send in the transports. Order the other basestars to take up their positions around the planet."The Five nodded and placed his hands into the data stream. Within seconds, the remaining three Basestars began moving to their pre-deterrmined positions. Lookng at a Six who was standing there, watching, he spoke to her. "Now you'll see just how much they really hate us when they start killing all of the so-called Colonial Cylons down there with them, the majority of them your fellow Sixes I believe."The Six replied, in her usual dry tone. "All of this will amount to nothing, just like your Models initial attack on the Colonies. You'll only make them stronger and in the end, they'll hunt us down and destroy every last one of us. So enjoy this carnage while it lasts. Me, I have a job to do to ensure the survivial of my Model and the hybrids."With that, the Six walked out of the CCC. Cavil just shook his head. "Frakking females, human or Cylon, they're all insane."
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Major K Castorious, CF
Colonial Officer
Viper Pilot, Battlestar Independence
TAD as Independence Air Wing CAG
Posts: 163
Registered: Mar 23, 2010 19:54:59 GMT -6
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Post by Major K Castorious, CF on Feb 19, 2016 18:53:49 GMT -6
K, like most of the Acheron pilots who were on Terra when the Cylon attack had begun, had managed to get to the airfield and into a Viper. All told, there were some fifty plus pilots from the Acheron, as well as a couple hundred other pilots from other ships. She was somewhat surprised that there were enough Vipers for them all but then again, the manufacturing facilities here on Terra had been busy cranking out Vipers, Barracudas, Asps and Pythons. The Terrans were also busy manning aircraft too as hundreds of planes were being sent up to deal with the hundreds of raiders and ehavy raiders all over the planet. Getting airborne, she looked to see who was with her. So far, Darius and Mackenzie were with her. Soon, the others would follow. Keying her comm, she called out to the other pilots.
"Okay kids, it's game time. Acheron pilots, follow me and head straight for those incoming raiders. We're going to try and take out those troop transports as well. For now, this is going to be an atmospheric battle. Once we finiash these toasters off, we'll head out to join the Fleet, now go weapons hot, asy again, weapons hot, Acheron CAG out."
K banked her Viper to the left and began firing her guns right into the dozens of raiders coming straight at her. Darius was on her left and Mackenzie on her right. Behind them were the rest of the Acheron Air Wing. She could see off to the left of her the planes of the other squadrons engaging the raiders. Bam, bam bam, the raiders were going down in flames one after another. Shortly thereafter, the transports began exploding and going down to the surface in pieces. Looking over at Mackenzie, she gave a thumbs up and smiled.
"Tallyho Juggler, you've got company coming on your three."
"Copy that CAG, I got 'em."
"CAG, Darius, above us, they're going to try and pounce on us."
"Copy that Darius, I see them."
Yanking the stick upward, K climbed and then banked to the right, coming in above and behind the raiders. Her alarm went off.
"Nukes, they've got nukes. Take 'em out guys before they launch!"
Suddenly the raiders began exploding. Rounds from about two dozen Terran Pythons began tearing into the raiders. The nukes on board were cooking off, adding to the devastation not just in the air but on the surface as they were only several thousand meters off the surface. Still, it was better than the nukes hitting ground targets. Keying her comm, shec alled out to those Terran pilots.
"Python Flight, great job, thanks for the assist."
"Acheron Flight, we've got your Six, over. Keep taking 'em out and we'll cover above, over."
"Copy that Python Flight. Acheron Wing, target those transports. We gotta keep the toasters from successfully landing on the surface."
K dropped her stick and dove for the incoming troop transports, firing into them and destroying two, then a third. Her Air Wing was doing a great job. She only wished the Acheron were here, along with her crew.
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Post by Lt Mackenzie "Juggler" Kinder on Feb 19, 2016 19:04:17 GMT -6
Mackenzie was busy firing into the drove of raiders coming at her. There so frakking many, it was hard not to tkae them out. The CAG was doing the same thing, as were all the planes in the air. How they had managed to launch over three hundred planse from Corinth was mind boggling to her but she decided not to question the actions of the Gods. Suddenly, a raider came into voew in front of her, then it was behind her. She banked hard to the right, then upwards, coming in from behind the raider. Firing her guns, she obliterated the raider. Unfortunately, debris from the raider tore into her fuselage. All of a sudden, alarms and buzzers were going off in the cockpit and inside her helmet. Looking at her gauges, she called out to the CAG.
"CAG, Juggler, I'm hit. I'm losing oil pressure and fuel, over."
"Juggler, CAG, take her to the surface and get a new plane. See you when you get back, CAG out."
"Copy that CAG, heading to the barn, be right back, Juggler out."
Mackenzie broke off from the fight and headed back to Corinth when all of a sudden, a missil tore into her plane, tearing off the back portion just behind the cockpit. Grabbing the ejection handle, she yanked and broke through the canopy. Keying her comm, she called out.
"Krypte, krypter, krypter, I'm done. I'm bailing out, Juggler out."
her chute opened and the seat broke away from ehr body. Mackenzie looked up to watch the battle but thenm looked down to see where exactly she would be landing. Below her, she could see Centurions on the ground, along with hybrids.
"Well, this isn't going to be good."
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