Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on May 29, 2011 13:15:34 GMT -6
As her Cobra is shot Rose begins to shake and seems to be in a trance. She is reliving the attack when she almost died during a battle with a basestar when she was on the Cerberus.
A Raider comes up right in front of her which shifts her back to reality and she begins to engage weapons on it. She takes a deep breath of her oxygen mask and calms her nerves. The Raider swoops to the right and she follows it tracking it til she gets a tone lock on it then unloads a nuke into it.
With the Raider gone Rose keys the mic to speak *Ace, looks like you could use some target practice. I'm SURE you didn't hit me intentionally. Title or not, you are not as clean a shot as you should be. Make sure you don't hit me again* She whirls out of his area and takes a run at the Basestar this time.
With determination and nerves of steel Rose sites in on one of the extending arms and fires off missile after missile into it. The arm begins to crumple and looks as if it will fold into itself with a little more persuasion.
*YEAAAAAAAAAA now THAT's how you do it!* Rose yells exuberantly then heads for some Raiders that have just launched out of the basestar.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 13:43:05 GMT -6
Mumbling to himself as he thought over, 'Better shot then you are, recruit, maybe I should shoot her again and see how clean it is.' Smiling, he tore through another raider before hearing an alarm go off; flipping it off for he knew it was for. Part of his dorsal wing got ripped off and he knew it but hey it happens so why in the frak would they make an alarm for it. Opening a channel to Spitfire, he spotted the raiders coming down as he turned to engage them; "Spitfire, just remember Basestar counts as one still and that little move was nice but just remember we all made basestar kills before. Man they're throwing one hell of a party for me...I guess the Cylons want me to feel welcome from me killing them in the past."
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Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
Posts: 318
Registered: Nov 16, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on May 29, 2011 13:49:22 GMT -6
*Let's just remember we are on the same side, Ace! I think the Chief will probably have a little Welcome Home for you once he sees what you did to my MKIX here.* Rose looks for DiamondClay in the frackus to make sure he's not in her line of fire.
More Raiders begin to pour out into space and head directly for her and the CAG. *Ok, CAG, you take the ones on the right and I'll go for the party on the left. On my mark..........3........2.......1........MARK* Rose pulls up then dives down under the trio of Raiders as they head in her direction. She comes up under the belly side of them and sprays fire directly into what can only be determined to be the soft spot of these monstrous things.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 14:07:56 GMT -6
Flipping over to Spitfire, he couldn't have her go in alone as he watched the bullets hit his nose while he fired back with everything he had. Opening a channel to Sidney and Diamond, he wanted to keep the pilots together while sticking behind his "renegade" one; "Sidney and Diamond get the ones to starboard of the basestar that have just launched...stay together and stay moving other wise they will pick us off."
Noticing his right end of the wing being torn off, he noticed some white smoke coming off of his fighter knowing now he's became one hell of a target; "Lieutenant, we're going to have a talk later and I'm sure at this rate Chief can't say nothing cause well night not have any thing left for him to yell at me for."
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Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
Posts: 318
Registered: Nov 16, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on May 29, 2011 14:19:16 GMT -6
Rose sees the shape Ace's bird is in and it concerns her. She knows it's just a matter of time til it all falls apart or the Cylons destroy it totally.
*Ace, head for the barn. We'll hold 'em off as long as we can.* Rose pulls a steep climb under some targets and shoots over and over into them til they tumble out of the area.
*Bluebird, DiamondClay, you guys still with me out here?* Rose hasn't heard from them in a while and is hoping they are just out of range of her.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 14:43:14 GMT -6
Clipping his rifle to him, he knew it couldn't hold together long enough as he reached down for the ejection switches; "CIC, this is the CAG...send a SAR bird my way as soon as possible and a bottle of whiskey will you."
Pulling the ejection handles, he launched out of the bird with his seat while his Viper crashed into a raider; sending him high above with only his sidearm and G-36C in hand. Looking over his gage on his suit, he thought over it as he flipped the safety off of his G-36C; "Spitfire, need you to fall back and cover my position till the SAR raptor gets out here unless you wanna share that cockpit to fly me back to the ship?"
Laughing, he noticed the pressure gage was going down; spotting a hole around his mid section where the strap must've torn in a bit; whispering to himself, "Aww frak me."
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 29, 2011 21:16:06 GMT -6
Clayton thumbs his throat mike.
"SpitFire, DiamondClay. I'm five for five. Roger that, Ace, proceeding." The Raiders had not broken away, and Clayton fires a spread of missiles from the Metal Storm tubes. Each tube that was so loaded could hold five missiles in it's ten-meter length, and he empties two tubes. Ten missiles spread out and home on the Raiders. They make nice explosions. Another tube empties and heads into the bays themselves. Tylium fuel makes nd even bigger blast as the arm splitslong the bottom and bends upward. Their job was done, and the XF-01E turns a quarter roll and pulls a tight half loop to get back to the action. He hears Ace's comments and notes his transponder go out. Slamming the throttles forward, he checks the integrity of his suit and evacuates the cockpit.
"This is DiamondClay effecting SAR on Ace. Any Raptor who can assist form up on my Hammerhead immediately! Viper elements provide covering fire" He accelerates straight-line toward where the emergency locator beacon of the Viper pilot's suit shows him to be. The aft canopy began to unlatch as the air pressure in the twin cockpits reads zero. He wishes that this model had the chin turret of the earlier ones, but that would be remedied by the F model. As it was, the single 59mm tail gun would do
"Dualla to Strath. If you can hear me, Ace, I'm inbound your location." Behind Clayton the rear cockpit overstroked to beyond the ninety-degree position, opens the aft cockpit to it's maximum. If a Raptor was not going to arrive, the Hammerhead would perform rescue duty.
The floating form of the Viper pilot had been alredy picked up by the longest zoom of the VR cameras, and it was now close enough that Clayton could turn the VR off and go by MK I Eyeballs alone.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 21:57:27 GMT -6
Taking aim, he emptied another clip into a passing raider to see smoke billow from it; "Yeah, you frakkers took down my ship I'm taking yours..." pausing as he hears Diamond over the radio; "Copy that, just drop me off on the Atlantia and I'll catch another ride out."
Tossing the empty clip aside, he slipped a fresh one in before opening fire again; "Relay a message to Spitfire, don't engage on her own and once this fight is over with we're going to have a little talk...good thing Brook isn't here cause she'd be chewing me out for this."
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Lt. Cara "BlueBird" Sidney
Colonial Officer
Colonial Fleet Pilot
"I will never leave a fallen comrade."
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Post by Lt. Cara "BlueBird" Sidney on May 30, 2011 5:07:50 GMT -6
Closing in on DiamondClay's position, and laying down some covering fire, I find myself quickly engaged with my first raider.
With focus that could make a laser jealous, I close in on the toaster's thrusters. I catch it taking evasive aciton and nail a few rounds to it's missle port, and fly through the explosion that sends the raider into sweet oblivion.
"Scratch one raider." Not that anyone would be impressed, but I couldn't help but secretly hope that SpitFire would have a better understanding of my situation, and enjoy a bit of small scale celebration with me.
I flip back around, and end up in a game of chicken with a raider model I don't recognize right away. >Huh... no matter, red is dead.<
A few well placed rounds land through the raider's windshield, and then I send one missled straight through that gut's the sucker good.
That puts me in good position to resume laying down some covering fire for DiamondClay.
"DiamondClay, this is BlueBird, I got your six."
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 31, 2011 19:24:51 GMT -6
Clayton responded on the common frequency.
"DiamondClay to Bluebird, copy. Please keep a special eye on my belly. The top turret will cover most of the topside aft. I'm going to be closing slow and steady so I won't be in a position to for evasive maneuvers. SpitFire, please provide coverage as well."
Clayton had to go back to the cameras because the top of his canopy was solid. The small window that used to be there was covered by the inertial dampener plate. He was twenty meters minus Z of Ace, closing at one meter per second to minimize the chemicals in the RCS exhaust that would spray the pilot.
"Dualla to Strath, SpitFire is providing cover for you and me. Personally, if she wants to engage to save our asses, I'd be inclined to not argue."
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Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
Posts: 318
Registered: Nov 16, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on May 31, 2011 20:06:42 GMT -6
*Yea well if we live through this you can 'talk' all you want to me, Ace. For now you better hope I keep your ass alive.* Rose provides cover fire and engages another standard trio of Raiders. Not flinching as she heads right up the center of them. It's her or the lead Raider and Spitfire's not quitting.
*Not this time you metal monster. You're gonna have to hope for Reincarnation or whatever you monsters call it.* Rose pummels the lead Raider and it seems to rip apart at the seams right before she reaches it. She does not hesitate and pulls a 180 and starts firing at the one on the left as Bluebird shoots out the one on the right.
*Nice firing Bluebird. Let's keep these boys covered here.* Rose takes the lead and Bluebird takes her wing as they move closer to DiamondClay who has now reached Ace and is about to pull him inside. *Once Ace is inside we will make sure they make it back to the ship, Bluebird. You just stay right on my wing and we'll all live to celebrate.*
Rose keys in to the CIC *CIC-Lt. Rose, DiamondClay is about to pull Ace inside his ride and deliver him to the deck. Bluebird and I will provide escort. Launch all available pilots. I don't see StarScream or Dynames out here. Get their asses out her NOW!* Rose pushes the throttle to get to DiamondClay's position a little faster.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2011 20:35:19 GMT -6
Tapping his earpiece before shooting half of his last clip into Rose's bird before tossing it aside, undoing his straps as he stood on his seat; "Rose, your not the CAG you can't give out orders like that...Lieutenant, you are crossing a line very few Lieutenant's come back from!"
Kicking off his seat, he leaped towards Diamond's ship as he climbed over him and into the backseat before strapping back in; "I don't do this too often cause not too many of my pilots cross the line but you've hit strike 2," turning to Diamond as he locked over the controls, "well shit back to the ship and lets see about sneaking out a bird."
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Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne
Colonial Officer
*Cylons - They're everywhere & they look like US now*
Posts: 318
Registered: Nov 16, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Rose "Spitfire" Thorne on May 31, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -6
*I know I'm not the CAG, Ace. But you are not in a favorable position and I am. We can settle this later but for now we have an enemy that needs my attention.* Rose veers to the right and engages another Raider as it sneaks up from the underside of DiamondClay's bird. She gets a missile tone lock and fires off a Banshee into the Raider. It blows apart as Ace settles into the ship.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on May 31, 2011 20:49:12 GMT -6
Fortunately, Strath hadn't gone into a three-axis rotation, or even much of a two-axis. Clayton was able to match the pilot's rotation with the XF-01's own. He's set up his rotation around the center of the second seat, so they will be fairly well aligned when Ace decended below the cockpit coaming.
Five meters.....four.....three.....two point five..... two....one point five. From that point, Strath should be able to grasp at the coaming if he could. When the seat sensor registered contact, Clayton began a gentle acceleration upward to keep the rescued pilot in the seat as the canopy closed. When the seals set, oxygen rushed into the cockpits. Pressue went from zero to atmospheric in a high-nitrogen atmosphere to keep Ace from suffering the 'bends'. Clayton continued to breathe standard air as the pressure in the aft cockpit climbed above normal atmospheric and created a hyperbaric chamber that wold also stave off the formation of nitrogen in the blood.
As air pressure reached it's appropriate setting, Clayton set the FTL's for an emergency jump if needed. If not, he'd fly back to Atlantia.
He'd heard the conversation between Ace and Spitfire while Ace took his seat. "You can kill each other if you want when you're back aboard the Atlantia, but this is an SAR operation that will follow Fleet operating standards. Oh, welcome to the XF-01E, Ace." Clayton couldn't bring him self to saying 'welcome aboard Anastasia." That might always be a sore point between the two.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2011 20:49:50 GMT -6
Tapping the back of Diamond's seat telling him he's ready to go before looking over the gages to see a pressure seal is at 100% before pulling off his helmet; "I'm the CAG I don't care about favoritism in a fight and if I wasn't the favorite I wouldn't be the CAG but I get the job done...didn't come out of retirement for a mere Lieutenant try to shoot me and call the shots. Oh and that little talk got an upgrade."
Whipping down his visor, he unzipped his suit to pull out his sunglasses as he slipped them on along with his helmet; "Just get us there Diamond and I'm sure you built this to get through the flak defense."
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