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Post by Junior LT Pieter "Nova" Darius on Feb 19, 2016 19:13:49 GMT -6
Pieter watched as Juggler's plane was shot apart but he sighed relieved when he saw her chute open. He watched as she drifted towards the surface and then in horror, he realized where she was going to land. Looking over at the CAGs' plane, he pointed down.
"Nova, go cover her, we've got this."
"Copy that CAG."
Pieter shoved the stick down as hard as he could, sending his plane into a dive towards the surface. Coming up just meters abover the ground, he began firing his guns into the mass of centurions and hybrids, sending body parts all over the place. Coming around, he made another pass, clearing centurions and hybrids alike from the area. Banking to the left, he came in a little higher so he could see where Juggler had landed. There was too much smoke for him to see clearly and he didn't want to fire into the smoke for fear of hitting her in the process. For now, he would circle the area.
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Post by Rear Admiral Kalia Johnson on Feb 20, 2016 8:38:11 GMT -6
Having taken off from an auxilliary airfield twenty kilometers east of Corinth City, Kalia and several dozen planes with her had managed to avoid the raiders that were growing in numbers over the area. Motioning to her wingman, she pointed up. There were plenty of planes to cover the surface but what was needed were planes to take on the raiders attacking the few ships present to protect the planet. She wanted to maintain comm silence so as to surprise the Cylons. So far, the ships of the Fleet were holding their own but only through sheer luck, and those superior weapons of the Gondawans. Within moments, they were out of the atmosphere. In front of her was the Fleet, and three Cylon basestars. Suddenly, there were raiders all around them. Keying her comm, she yelled out to her pilots.
"So much for a surprise. Let's take 'em out guys and gals. Hellfire, you and half the group take the ones on the left, Wombat, take the right. You nuggets, stay on my ass and we'll clear the middle. Remember your training and you'll come out of this in one piece. Tally ho!"
The planes split and took off for thei respective targets. Rounds were flying all over the place, raiders and heavy raiders were being torn apart. As always with a fight, the humans began to take casualties of their own. Still, they were causing enough disruption that raiders were peeling away from the Fleet and concentrating on them. Kalia could feel the adrenaline flowing in her, it had been some time since she had flown, let alone beein in a dog fight with raiders. She was firing at every enemy ship that came into her view, and the effect was being noticed by the Cylons. Banking left and right, she was making her way towards a medium sized Cylon support ship. She could see transports coming out from the ship. Switching over to her missiles, she fired all four at the ship. One, then two and then three missiles struck the ship amidship, tearing it apart. The fourth missile streaked to what appeared to be a harmless course into space. As she watched the transport ship continue to fall apart, she watched the fourth missile somehow find it's way to one of the basestars, right into the middle of the huge ship. WHatever it hit, it was a tremendous explsion, causing the basestar to shudder and bounce. At least it appeared to bounce. Suddenly, the ship blew apart, the spires going in all directions. Hitting her comm, she excalimed in pure excitement.
"What the Frak? Did you all see that?! Whoo hoo! Scrap one basestar and a frakking transport!"
Before she could continue, a raider came up from behind her and let loose with cannon fire, tearing into her Viper. She was able to regain control but from the looks of her gauges, the ship was dying.
"I've been hit, say again, I've been hit. Hardwire, you're in charge now, gotta head to the barn on this one."
"Copy that Nike, we're on this. Two nuggets cover Nike on her way back to the surface. See you when you return, Hardwire out."
"Not sure if I'll be back or not, took some shrapnel in my right leg, bleeding pretty good right now, over."
"We still got this, get your plane back, Hardwire out."
Kalia banked to the right and felt a sharp pain in her right arm. Looking down, she saw the blood pouring out of a gash. Crap, she thouht, her suit was ripped. Fortunately for her, the canopy was intact. Still, she needed to get into the atmosphere before tings got worse. She saw the two nuggets escorting her down to the surface. Out of nowhere, two missiles tore into the two nuggets planes, destroying them immediately. She watched the raider streak above and past her, then watched in horror as the raider turned around and fired two more missiles directly at her. Wasting no time, she drove the stcik down as hard as she could, The strain was too much for both her and her Viper. Both wings came off, sending the plane into an uncontrolled spin towards the surface. She was able to pull the ejection handle and bail out of the plane. Unfortunately, the canopy did not blow free from the plane, sending her through the heavy plexiglass of the canopy. The force knocked her unconscious but her chute did manage to open properly. She opened her eyes briefly to see her plane spinnig all the way down to the surface. Then she blacked back out, drifting downward.
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Sandy Sixx
Cylon
Cylon Model Number Six
Sometimes I love humanity, sometimes I don't
Posts: 34
Registered: May 15, 2011 0:02:38 GMT -6
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Post by Sandy Sixx on Feb 20, 2016 23:26:28 GMT -6
On board the Basestar Dante
Sandy was following the progress of the battle. They were taking heavy losses due to the planets air defenses. As usual, she knew this was a futile gesture, another attempt by the Ones to rid the universe of humanity. Or something like that. She and many of the others had planned to simply exit the battle, leaving Cavil and his basestar all alone but common sense took over. Although a tempting solution to the current situation, it was not a practical one. There would just be other Cavils to deal with later on. For now, she needed to concentrate on the matter in front of her and that was the recent arrival of additional COlonial and terran ships, heavier ships than the armed civilian ones they were engaging now. The raiders were still trying to get past the planets defenses and that left very few raiders to protect the basestars. Still, several human ships had either been destroyed or knocked out of the game so far. The recent destruction of one of their basestars had shocked them all, as it was nothing more than a lucky shot, literally. A lone missile had found its way into the center of one of the basestars, a direct hit to the main magazine holding around one hundred nuclear tipped missiles. She had maneuvered her star so that the magazine was out of a direct line with the human fleet. Looking at the hybrid next to her, she gave a command.
"Have all available pilots, cylon and hybrid, man the rest of the heavy raiders and raiders. We need to push the humans back some, to give us some room to maneuver. Have them launch at once."
The female hybrid nodded.
"By your command."
Sandy knew this was going to be a long day. It had already been several days of fighting and no end was in sight.
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Post by Lt. James 'Mayday' Summers on Feb 26, 2016 2:52:05 GMT -6
The X-2 was performing simple courier missions on Terra prior to the attack but with the raiders overwhelming the medium size fighter well it wasn't meant to be taken on by everyone and the Cylons brought the ship down within minutes. James had crashed the ship in an old shipyard and took what he could before wiping the core to prevent the Cylons from using it against them, he was stuck in the middle of the desert region far from Sparta and no cover which meant survival training had to kick in. Armed with an M-4, he didn't know how to use the weapon unlike his SFD counterparts but unlike them he was going to use it for defense till he can find a Viper of his own to join the fight.
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Post by Lt Mackenzie "Juggler" Kinder on Mar 26, 2016 22:01:18 GMT -6
All she could do was watch in both excitement and horror as she drifted towards the surface. There were centurions and hybrids down there, all of them looking up at her. ALl of a sudden, she shoots past them, the wind carrying her and her chute to a wooded area about fifty meters from the main gathering of centurions. Moments later, the sounds of twenty-millimeter rounds tearing into the ground filled her ears, along with the screams of hybrids being tore apart as well. Releasing her chute, she got to her feet and made her way to some undergrowth a few meters away from her. Her comm unit was broken so she couldn't let anyone know she was safe. For now, she would keep her ehad down and wait for the carnage from above to clear.
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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 Apr 10, 2016 7:44:03 GMT -6
Now on board the Basestar 501, Cavil gave a series of orders to the hybrids in the CCC. The fight with the humans had been raging now for over three weeks. The fleet had moved out of range of the planetary weapons the humans had, the ones that could easily slice through a basestar like a kife through butter. Still, they were in close enough range for their missiles to still occassionally hit a human ship. They had managed to destroy or severely damage several terran ships. Looking at the Five standing next to him, Cavil gave the final order that would put this fight into a better perspective.
"Ready our missiles, nuclear, and target the planets southern hemisphere. Let's see how long this lasts once those cities start glowing in the dark."
"How many missiles?"
"All of them, this has gone on long enough."
"The Sixes will not be happy."
Cavil turned to face the Five, his face mere centimeters from the Five.
"Last time I checked this place, the Sixes weren't in charge. Launch ALL missilesand ready those nuclear warheads or you'll find yourself watching this battle from outside this ship, understand?"
The Five stood there, contemplating whether breaking the Cavils neck would do any real good. Turning to a hybrid, he gave the order.
"Ready all nuclear warheads and prepare to launch all missiles, target southern hemisphere of the planet, their major cities and installations."
"By Your Command"
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Major Mark Landau
Colonial Officer
Duty Officer, Fleet HQ
I'm not dead, just dying from boredom
Posts: 60
Registered: Jan 19, 2013 0:32:21 GMT -6
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Post by Major Mark Landau on May 5, 2016 17:43:31 GMT -6
On Board the Battlestar Acheron
Mark knew this would be their last fight. With less than two hundred crew,all volunteers,to man the ship, there was no way to have personnel everywhere so the CIC was manned by five people, the rest being distributed to the engineering section, five DC teams and the rest to the manned weapons topside. The rest of the gun batteries were all set to auto fire. He looked around the CIC and smiled. The Old Gal had served them well all these years but this would be the last time she sailed into harms way. Looking over at Captain Ortega, he gave the order thay had all been waiting for.
"Captain Ortega, take us into the thick of those basestars, ready all batteries and all missiles."
"Aye Sir, here we go."
The big ship lurched forward in space and made its way towards the four basestars that had taken up position directly over the area where the abandoned New Caprica City was located. They had heard through the wireless that the Cyoons were landing troops in the city. They were after the Master Tapes and Hard Drives that had been left behind some almost fifteen years ago, when the Fleet had left this planet and the short-lived truce between humans and Cylons had fell apart. If the Cylons were successful in retrieving those tpaes and hard drives, they would be able to break the Fleets current codes by using backdoors into their impregnable computer systems, something the Cylons had not been able to achieve all these years, not since that infernal Command Navigation Program of Dr. Baltar's proved to be the ultimate trick ever pulled. Mark always wondered how the Cylons had been able to pull off the biggest genocide in history.
"Steady as she goes Captain, engage Main Batteries, set salvo fire and engage our flak batteries. COme prot five degrees and prepapre to launch a full missile spread."
"Aye Sir, main batteries set to salvo and are engaging the basestars, suppression batteries are setting the perimeter and have engaged raiders."
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Capt. Raul Ortega
Colonial Officer
Titan Duty Officer
Earning my pay
Posts: 76
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 21:47:04 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Raul Ortega on May 11, 2016 8:42:40 GMT -6
On Board the Battlestar Acheron
Raul had given the orders and stood there, watching the DRADIS console in front of him. The suppression batteries were keeping the raiders at bay and their main batteries were hitting all four basestars head on, inflicting massive damage in the process. The top side batteries were taking out the incoming missiles but some were finding their way past the flak barrage and hitting the Acheron in multiple locations. There weren't enough DC personnel to keep up with the damage reports. It was becoming obvious that this would be a short fight. Looking over at Major Landau, Raul motioned to the rest of the CIC crew. Major Landau nodded. Turning to the rest of the CIC, Raul spoke over the din of battle.
"Okay, everyone to the Starboard Hangar Bay. It's time to leave, NOW!"
The CIC crew turned to look at Raul, then hesitated before heading out of the CIC. Raul looked at Major Landau, who nodded and then smiled.
"I'll make sure she covers you and the others, go before it's too late. I'll see you all on the other side."
Raul started to say something but the impact of three missiles jarred him to the reality of the current situation. Turning one last time, he yelled out to major Landau.
"She was a great ship my friend. Gods speed."
Raul headed out of the CIC and raced down the corridor, making his way to the Starboard Hangar Bay where the others were waiting for him. The call had gone out to the rest of the crew, who had also made their way to the Hangar Bay and the waiting raptors and shuttles. The same scene was being played out in the Port Hangar Bay as well. Within minutes, the raptors and shuttles had launched from the Acheron. Looking out the front of the raptor, Raul watched as the gun batteries, having been set to auto fire, were still tearing into the four basestars. Raul watched as the Acheron turned to the port and headed straight towards the basestar in the center, tearing into the ship as if it were made of tissue paper. Seconds later, both the basestar and the Acheron exploded, sending large pieces of both ships in every direction, the pieces hitting the basestars nearby. All told, three of the basestars were destroyed along with the Battlestar Acheron. Raul bowed his head for a few seconds before telling the pilot to head for the planets surface.
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Capt. Raul Ortega
Colonial Officer
Titan Duty Officer
Earning my pay
Posts: 76
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 21:47:04 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Raul Ortega on May 20, 2016 13:26:39 GMT -6
Out bound from the Battlestar Acheron
As the raptors made their way from the Acheron, Raul looked out the front window just in time to see a missile come streaking towards them. Yelling at the pilot to bank hard right, Raul winced as the missile came along their port side, and then exploded. just aft of the raptor. The force of the blast sent the craft all over the place, smoke coming from the engines and into the cabin. Grabbing the comm, he called out for assistance.
"This is Raptor Nine Alpha Seven Seven, we are declaring an emergency. Krypter, krypter, kypter, requesting emergency assistance or someplace to land, over."
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Post by Junior LT Pieter "Nova" Darius on Jul 1, 2016 11:43:30 GMT -6
Pieter had heard the call of the XO to whoever was out there listening. Seeing that there were no escorts following the raptors, he keyed his comm.
"Raptor Nine Alpha Seven Seven, this is Ensign Darius, I got your six. The Fleet station is clear, head that way. We may pick up some stragglers along the way, over."
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Post by Rear Admiral Kalia Johnson on Jul 24, 2016 16:07:01 GMT -6
Following is the current list of COLONIAL FLEET ships destroyed and/or damaged in the latest battle:
Independence BSG-76-damaged but still in service Proteus BSG-176-severely damaged, docked at Fleet Shipyard anchorages Daedalus BCR-7801-DESTROYED Cronus -BSB-10-damaged but still in service
Chrysalis BSG-72-DESTROYED Avenger BCR-7501-DESTROYED Decuma -BGS-006-DESTROYED
Leonides BSG-70-MISSING SINCE ATTACK Athena BCR-9801-Damaged, docked at Auxilliary Shipyard Achilles BGS-004-Damaged, docked at Fleet Shipyard anchorages
Acheron BSG-77-DESTROYED Artemis BCR-5532-Damaged, docked at Auxilliary Shipyard Aphrodite BCR-023-Damaged, docked at Drexel repair facility Persephone BCR-608-DESTROYED previously Perseids BGS-012-Damaged, docked at Drexel repair facility
Deuteronomy-BSG-88 D E S T R O Y E D
Odysseus-BSG-92-DESTROYED Agamemnon BCR-211-Damaged beyond repair, will be used fro parts
Castor BCR-766-Damaged, docked at Auxilliary shipyard
Battlecarriers
Pacifica BCG-98-DESTROYED Hephaestus BCR-544-DESTROYED previously
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NPC Lieutenant Kiera
Colonial Officer
Colonial Officer
Lieutenant
Posts: 67
Registered: Jul 5, 2010 10:16:52 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Lieutenant Kiera on Oct 2, 2016 9:47:56 GMT -6
As Lieutenant Dex Carter, CF (NPC)
Dex was wondering just how much longer his squadron would be on patrol near Terra when a blip came on the DRADIS screen. He looked at it for several seconds when all of a sudden, SWOOSH! Something went flying past him. He tried to turn his head to follow it but whatever it was, it was gone. There was nothing on the DRADIS. Keying his comm, he called out to his Squadron Leader.
"Viper Four Three Three to Destroyer Leader, do you copy, over?"
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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 Apr 15, 2017 16:48:10 GMT -6
On board raptor taking part in recon mission to identify unknown DRADIS contact from Fleet Supply Station
It had now been almost four days since they had departed the Station en-route to the best guess coordinates of whatever it was the Station had picked up on DRADIS and they still had at least five more long jumps to make before arriving. Since everything was being done by the raptors navigation system, K really had nothing to do, except eat, sleep, drink and of course, use the "facilities" which on board a raptor that meant doing your business in bags. She tried to imagine someone coming up with that idea when all of a sudden an alarm started sounding. Looking at the console, she yelled to her co-pilot in the back to get his ass up front.
"Get up here! We're on a collision course with something REALLY big."
Pushing the button to release the controls back to her, K yanked the controls to the left, and not a second too late. Whizzing past them was a very large asteroid. Why DRADIS didn't pick it up until the last second was not her main concern. The fact that a check of their position showed them to be way off course was more troubling. She looked at the young man next to her.
"When you entered the coordinates for the last jump, did you double check the numbers?"
"Uh, yes sir. I mean, I'm certain I did."
"Well for your information hot shot, we are like 400AU away from where we're supposed to be. Now we have to go BACK to where we last were and do this all over again. ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS, double check your numbers. Hell, it's a real surprise we didn't jump right into a star or something even worse, not that I can imagine anything worse than jumping into a star. Now we'll be out here even longer than originally planned. I'll take care of this, you go back to whatever it is you were doing and perhaps I'll forget about sending you out into open space, okay?"
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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 May 3, 2017 12:22:59 GMT -6
"Comm Center Supply Station, this is Raptor 761. We are aborting our mission, say again, we are aborting our mission. We have reached the third jump coordinates. DRADIS has picked up what appears to be a super nova and we are at the outer limits of the danger zone. We cannot proceed to the next jump coordinates without placing ourselves in jeopardy. We are returning home. Raptor 761 out."
Looking at the young man seated next to her.
"We're going home Ensign. Too dangerous to proceed. DRADIS at the station must've picked up that star going super nova. If there was a ship out there, it's gone by now. Hell, anything in the immediate area of that star is gone. We stick around here too much longer and we'll be gone."
Reaching to enter the coordinates for the return trip home, K made one last sweep of the area before confirming her course. Nothing but a whole lot of nothing out there.
"Three, two, one, JUMP!"
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Post by Lt Mackenzie "Juggler" Kinder on May 6, 2017 19:27:40 GMT -6
Mackenzie was still trying to adjust to her new assignment. She had flown with Terran pilots before but to be assigned to the Terran Fleet HQ was not something she had expected. The majority of the surviving Acheron crew had been scattered to the Fleet but besides herself, she knew of only five other people from the Acheron that had been assigned to planetary duties and those people had been assigned to Colonial units. Still, it was a job and she was still flying, only instead of a Viper she was flying one of the new fighters developed by the Terrans, the Condor. Faster than anything the Cylons or their own forces had, the Condor was able to make short range FTL jumps, not as far as a raptor but just as far as a raider could manage. She sported six 40mm cannons and was able to carry eight air-to-air missiles or six surface attack missiles. The thing was more maneuverable than a Viper or even the Terran Barracudas and could turn on a cubit. She wasn't sure what to think of the assignment but she knew things could always be worse. She sat on the tarmac, waiting her turn to take off. Seconds later, she got the call from the tower.
"Fighter Zero Seven One, you are cleared for taxi, runway Four Alpha. Have a safe trip, Tower out."
"Tower, Fighter Zero Seven One, copy that, runway Four Alpha. Just another routine day at the office, we are outta here."
Mackenzie slowly pushed the throttle forward, picking up speed as she headed down the runway. Within seconds, she was pulling back the stick and was airborne, joining up with the other planes in the squadron. They were heading out to the Fleet Supply Station where they would join other squadrons in a training exercise. Once clear of the atmosphere, she joined up in the formation, coming alongside her wingman, a woman from Eresea. Keying her comm, she called over to her.
"On your three there Captain Geflo."
The woman glanced over and smiled before replying.
"Another boring flight to nowhere Captain Kinder, as usual. Switching over to auto pilot. Time to take a quick nap. Wake me when we get there."
Mackenzie chuckled a little before setting her plane to auto pilot as well. Nothing but dead space from here until the Supply Station.
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