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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2011 20:19:01 GMT -6
The phone in the CIC of the White Fang rings and is answered by someone. I start to talk to them.
*This is Commodore Whaley of the Atlantia, who's in charge there? I am getting a transponder saying this is the White Fang of the Brown Coat Rebels. I need to know who's in charge of your ship and if you are with us or against us?* I put my hands on my hips as I listen to my headset for their response.
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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 Jun 10, 2011 21:47:05 GMT -6
"Roger SpitFire, I see it on my Dradis too... strange they haven't fired yet, but those raiders portside are certainly close enough, so I'm gonna take care of those first."
I manuever portside.. "BlueBird, Fox 3 ."
"Bye bye toaster."
>mmmm... toast. I could go for some toast. Some toast... eggs... oh and definitely bacon. mmmm baaaaaaaaacon. When was the last time I ate?...<
"BlueBird, Fox 3."
"Ok scratch two toasters."
>mmm... toast...<
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 11, 2011 9:24:56 GMT -6
Dualla shrugs briefly.
"Roger, SpitFire, consider yourself not alone."
Clayton's Dradis, alarms and shows the transponder code for A Brown Coat Rebellion vessel as a large cruiser appears in space. He hears Commodore Playtime open communication as he begins to match course and speed with the vessel and punches in an offset moving Jump point that the computer tracks constantly. FTL #1 is brought online and the coordinates are dumped into it.
"Atlantia CIC, this is Acheron Hammerhead 001E. I am ready to jump for close-in recon of the bogie."
Once word is given, he can immediately be one click from the hull of the intruder. He brings FTL #2 online for a possible emergency jump out if the response from the supposed BCR ship is hostile. He kept an eye on SpitFire and Bluebird as well.
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Post by NPC CIC on Jun 11, 2011 13:27:49 GMT -6
From the CIC to DiamondClay:
I press my headset and respond to DiamondClay *Acheron Hammerhead 001E you are cleared for JUMP* I watch the Dradis screen.
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NPC CIC
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Post by NPC CIC on Jun 11, 2011 15:09:47 GMT -6
To all Pilots of the Atlantia:
Keying the mic to the pilots in the air space *Attention all Atlantia Pilots we have an inbound Raptor #556 landing with crew. Do not let the enemy near this bird - CIC over*
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Jack "Fraker" Reynolds
Brown Coat Faction
Captain of the White Fang
what you plan and what takes place ain't exactly that similar
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Post by Jack "Fraker" Reynolds on Jun 11, 2011 21:02:30 GMT -6
Jack smiled on the bridge of the white fang as the colonial battlestar known as the atlantia called in. Turning to the comm officer, he began walking away from the viewport to the nearest wireless.
"Patch the communications with the Atlantia over to here."
A few seconds later, the comm officer nodded and Jack picked up the comm.
"Atlantia, this is White Fang. We heard a little bit of fighting and the fact that the cylons started this battle, so we're here to back you up"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2011 21:07:41 GMT -6
I smile with relief then scratch my head cause this guy sounds like Fraker. *Is that you, Jack? I'm grateful for the back up, that's for sure. My pilots have their hands full out there and we can use some more firepower.* I watch the Dradis screen.
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Post by fleetops on Jun 11, 2011 22:24:30 GMT -6
On board the Battlecruiser Aphrodite
As the second basestar jumped into the battle, the DRADIS officer shouted out across the CIC.
"Sir, the second basestar is launching raiders. Wait, we have multiple contacts. Colonial transponders sir. Sir, it's the Gunstars Daphne and Decuma. They are taking up positions to intercept the second basestar."
Commander Lane looked at the XO.
"Are they crazy? They can't take on a basestar, even with two of them."
Before the XO could respond, the DRADIS officer again yelled across the CIC.
"Commander, we have another Colonial transponder Sir, it's the Athena!"
The XO looked up from the console, then over at the DRADIS officer.
"Thank the Gods!"
Looking back at the Commander, he contniued.
"We may just get out of this alive."
Commander Lane wasn't so sure.
"We've lost the entire starboard side of the ship, over 500 crew died. Two squadrons of Vipers gone in an instant and we still haven't gotten the fires under control. Inform the Athena we need to off load our wounded and non-essential personnel. I want all galley, admin, quartermaster personnel evacuated, anyone not firing guns or fighting fires off this ship. Unless we get those blast doors closed on the starboard side, we're going to lose the entire ship. Get to it Colonel."
"Aye Sir! Pass the word, all personnel not actively engaged in fighting or saving this ship, report to the port hangar bay to be taken to the Athena. All wounded and medical personnel are to evacuate immediately."
As the crew sprang into action, Commander Lane wondered just how bad the Cylons were hitting the rest of the Fleet.
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Clayton Dualla
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 11, 2011 22:37:41 GMT -6
With the go-ahead from the CIC of Atlantia, Clayton turns the Jump key ahead of the starboard armrest. He feels the disorientation as space-time are warped and he is displaced from his current location to a position one kilometer off to the side of the newcomer. He picks up on the end of a communication from Atlantia and recognized Commander Playtime's voice again.
"ack? I'm grateful for the back up, that's for sure. My pilots have their hands full out there and we can use some more firepower." Ack. Jack? Jack Reynolds, the former Secretary of Defense?" Clayton wished he'd heard all of the communication, so he quickly raised the ship.
"BCR vessel, this is Major Clayton Dualla in the Hammerhead one click off your starboard beam. Please identify your commanding officer, over."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2011 12:47:48 GMT -6
Hearing Fraker on the radio, Alex picked up his earpiece while still keeping his eye on Brook; "Jack?! What in the frak are you doing out there short of helping which is cool but would be nice to see an old friend face to face."
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Jack "Fraker" Reynolds
Brown Coat Faction
Captain of the White Fang
what you plan and what takes place ain't exactly that similar
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Post by Jack "Fraker" Reynolds on Jun 13, 2011 1:09:19 GMT -6
Jack rolled his eyes as he heard the many demands of his ID. He was just here to help, nothing more. Bringing the wireless back to his ear, he decided to deal with Clay's question first.
"White fang to hammerhead. Clay, its me. I'll answer any questions, but only after this fight, ok? Ace, that goes for you too. I have some questions for you as well."
Leaving it at that, he then set down the wireless and watched the battle rage.
" gunners, coordinate your firepower on the nearest basestar's midsection. We must end this fight quickly."
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 13, 2011 9:51:18 GMT -6
Clayton recognized the voice as Reynolds'. Dualla had some questions indeed, but he put them aside for the purpose of staying alive in the middle of this firefight. Part of that included getting away from the big guns of the White Fang, so he turned the Jump key ahead of his left armrest and jumped back to his previous position, where SpitFire and BlueBird were. At least , where they were when he jumped out.
"BlueBird and Spitfire, this is DiamondClay. My recon mission is complete, and I'm back at popping toasters with you."
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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 Jun 13, 2011 10:45:29 GMT -6
"Roger that DiamondClay, nice to have you back! Can you tell us anything useful about the basestar or what this mystery vessel is up to?"
I manuever to the underside of DiamondClay and scratch one more raider approaching his belly at re-entry.
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Clayton Dualla
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 13, 2011 20:13:43 GMT -6
The Raider appeared on the Dradis just as Clayton jumped back in and announced his return. In the worst of scenarios, he had actually appeared dead in its gunsights. The chances of his maneuvering out of it's firing solutions was slim, though he tried. Then, the Raider's signal broke up as a Viper dispatched it. He heard BlueBird's voice from the Viper, which the IFF identified as hers.
"The Base Star has it's most critical systems, including the power reactors, in the central core that goes from top to bottom. That's why it's the most heavily protected part. If you blow an arm off, it'll just regrow. I've seen it. As to the mystery vessel, it's called White Fang, and it's our very best buddy in all of space right now. I don't know what you CAG has planned, but I'm going to stay clear of White Fang's main batteries and keep on the Raiders that are attacking our fleet."
Dualla paused for a moment.
"Oh, and thanks for saving my life. That Raider had me."
Clayton wasn't afraid to say thanks as he wasn't afraid to ask for help. The days of ego were long behind him, he'd outgrown them not enough years ago, but he had done so.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 15, 2011 22:30:22 GMT -6
Clayton rolled the Hammerhead onto it's side and broke to port to get the bomber into some lateral motion. Flying straight was suicide in a firefight, and BlueBird wasn't going to save him just he could get killed by stupidity. As BlueBird climbed overhead, Clayton picked up a wing of Heavy Raiders at ten o'clock low. The AI threw up a firing solution if he used Metal Storm, so he pulled into a sweeping turn that would carry his firing arc across the entire flight of six. 105mm shells spat from the barrels, ten in a tube. This was an expensive run, twenty shells - two tubes - of large-caliber ammo sprayed out at once. The six Heavies, though, were caught in the spray and exploded.
"DiamondClay to BlueBird. Looks like more Heavies are moving in. They may be trying to drop boarding parties. Don't let any Heavies get to our ships. They'll try to ram through the hull and they'll still have enough Centurions left functional to wreak havoc!"
Dualla had seen it before, and the thing to do was tell these newer pilots what he saw was going down. If he wasn't going to pass is experience on, he wasn't living up to those who'd gone on ahead. He was not just a pilot, but a teacher of pilots.
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