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 Nov 4, 2015 16:27:19 GMT -6
At the new Presidential office on the grounds of Corinth University, near the airport
Timeline: Three weeks after having arrived in the Capital
It had been almost three weeks now since J and Captain Markus, along with several of the new Quorum members and a security detail from the CMS Marauder, had arrived in the capital city. Having set up temporary space in the Mayors office and finally getting the word out to the citizens of Terra and the Fleet that the government was being re-formed, J was ready to finalize the announcement with a personal message to everyone.
The city was still in disarray and ruin from the massive Cylon attack a year ago so getting the media outlets to get their equipment to the capital and setting up the satellite feeds had taken much longer than expected and it was frustrating J to no end. Already the quarreling between the various factions had begun-the Federalists set against the Spartists, the Isolationists in the Southern Hemisphere against the Monarchists in the north, just south of the Capital, the Gondawans against the Expantionists, and the Quorum crying about being left out. J secretly wished he had just gone to the Independence Brig and not immersed himself in this debacle and experiment in futility.
What the frak was Ben Little thinking when he started to re-form the government? Doral was probably onto something when he disbanded the Colonial government, as illegal as it may have been. Looking at his new Chief Aide, Neko Goor (the former woman having decided to pursue a different path in the new government by accepting the post of Agriculture Secretary), J smiled and nodded that he was ready. Looking at the array of cameras and recording devices, J cleared his throat and read from the teleprompter in front of him.
"Ladies and gentlement of Terra, the Colonial and Terran Fleets, citizens of the Terran system, and mostly, our Cylon allies and fellow Colonial citizens: For those of you who do not yet know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. I am J Castorious, former Acting President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol and Colonial Marine. Ever since President Phineas Doral announced some almost two years ago the disbandment of the Colonial government, our combined societies have been in an upheval and in total disarray. Fortunately, the late President Benjamin Little saw the error of that decision and was in the process of re-forming the government when he was killed by Cylon forces, done so while saving several thousand souls doing what he knew best, being a warrior. We shall never forget his actions those months ago and for that reason, I am formally announcing the reforming of the Colonial government, a government that will be for all citizens of Terra and her fleets and stations and settlements. This action is effective immediately. In the coming days, I will be announcing the members of my cabinet and will be visiting the various ships and settlements, as well as condcuting a goodwill tour of Terra herself. I thank you all and may the Gods continue to look down upon us with favor."
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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 12:30:42 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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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 Jul 27, 2017 18:55:30 GMT -6
Carlie entered the Council Chambers, scanning the room for specific faces. Of course, everyone was here. The news outlets and other media types were there as well. This would be broadcast to the entire planet and to all the Stations, settlements, depots and anything else that had humans in attendance. The time was now to make the official announcement and to begin the evacuation of the planet and system. As she walked towards the front of the Chambers, she smiled and nodded to those near the aisle, waving to others. She hated this part of the job. Actually, she hated the job itself but thanks to J Castorious, she had been given no other choice but to accept the reigns of power. Smiling at the Speaker of the Council, Josephine Goodall, Carlie stepped to the podium. Gesturing for the room to become quiet, she waited a few seconds before speaking.
"My fellow citizens, I speak to you today about a grave matter, one which by now most, if not all, of you are aware of in some manner or form. Several months ago, a supernova was detected some 40 to 50 light years away from here. The effects, the radiation, was detected about 30 light years from our system, which means the wave of the supernova is already on its way through the galaxy. Since there are so many variables and factors that will define the strength of the radiation before it arrives, we must take prudent, severe measures, to ensure the survival of our civilization. Preparations have been underway since the discovery of the supernova to, well, make certain our society and way of life continue. Those preparations include the launching of several missions to find a suitable new home for our people."
Carlie paused for a moment and took a sip of water from the glass in front of her.
"Ships, loaded with supplies, equipment, and personnel have been dispatched to several locations already known to us. Although it has been decided on one location to serve as our new home world, a few other locations will still be utilized as well. It has been decided that we will concentrate our efforts on settling on Kobol."
Carlie stopped. She looked at the expressions on the faces of those in attendance. Terrans, Colonials, Gondawans, Federalists, Nationalists, every sect and party and group on the planet had their representatives here. For just a second or two, there was a hushed calm. Then the shouts began. Carlie held her right hand up and the room quieted.
"We have held many, many discussions regarding this matter, every party and group was represented. The decision, while ultimately mine, was agreed upon by everyone. Unanimously. Now, we know not everyone will wish to leave, that there will be many who will want to take their chances. They will be given that right, the same as anyone who wishes to go to one of two other locations. Those locations are Avalon, the very well kept secret location known as the Alpha Site and of course, New Caprica. The decision to not return to the Colonies of Kobol was stressed by the Colonial delegates. Too much time has elapsed back on the 12 Colonies, so much that any sudden return or arrival of not just Colonial citizens but Terrans as well would cause a political and most likely military situation that would not benefit anyone involved. We have ships heading towards Kobol as we speak, and there are ships heading to Avalon and New Caprica as well. Since we have a total population not just here on Terra but throughout the Fleet and the solar system of a little over 3 billion souls, the logistics are very daunting."
Taking another sip of water, Carlie continued.
"We are fortunate to have at our disposal the Drex Star, which as I speak, is being fitted to accommodate 1 billion stasis pods, which are also being constructed at several sites across the planet. There is also a ship that belongs to the Gondawans, hidden all these two thousand plus years on Terras smaller moon and which was just recently discovered by the Fleet last year. The ship already has stasis pods on board so they are being duplicated, which is why we are able to construct them so quickly. Within a year, the Drex Star will be ready to begin the boarding process. As for those wishing to go elsewhere, ships are available and being assigned to that purpose solely and will begin departing as soon as supplies and assigned personnel are loaded. I want to make this abundantly clear to EVERYONE, no person or group will be left behind that does not wish to remain here. Ships Captains and shipping companies will be fairly compensated by the government. There will be no profiteering taking place. Anyone or any company discovered doing so shall pay a very stiff penalty. You will lose your ships, crews and assets, immediately. There will be no graft taking place either. Accept a bribe, you will be left behind, on the surface. I promise you this. I wish to cut this announcement short. There will be more information to follow within a few days. Thank you."
Carlie hurriedly left the podium and exited stage left, escorted by her security detail and staff. She still had a meeting with the head of TerraBankCorp and of course, the Judge. She could hardly wait.
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TerraOps
Terran Civilian 
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 405
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Sept 10, 2021 19:15:19 GMT -6
At approximately 1207 local standard time, a nuclear detonation destroyed Frondal City, Frondal Islands, Southern Hemisphere.
No communication has been established with the city or surrounding area at this time.
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Post by Sirolk on Nov 5, 2021 10:22:02 GMT -6
Everyone was quiet and introspective during the trip to the bunker. Some avoided looking outside at the death and destruction that was everywhere. Some couldn't look away. As we got closer to Terra Defense HQ the wounded slowly disappeared off the streets and the road cleared up. In what seemed like no time at all we had arrived and were climbing out of the vehicle.
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Post by Gen. William Tyson on Nov 5, 2021 11:56:51 GMT -6
Sending the message to the Admiral, he knew Michael who had been a participant in both the space and ground combat would be a creditable source and this would aid his career. Receiving clearance to land, the storm in the distance was producing winds that were countering them till the pilots corrected themselves. Below his feet was miles of reinforced and hardened concrete corridors as well as rooms that almost reminded him of a Battlestar underground. Spotting three Vipers, he watched them set down on the edge of the pad before seeing the Admiral; "Glad you could come though our escorts can't come and that pistol stays...we have to appeal to the President."
The Fleet uniform definitely appeared impressive and he knew a Terran touch brought it up to date. Headed for the elevator, he prepared his brief considering he would have to explain his purpose for being here. Preventing a war more than preventing the defenses from falling. |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 5, 2021 22:46:02 GMT -6
Sending the message to the Admiral, he knew Michael who had been a participant in both the space and ground combat would be a creditable source and this would aid his career. Receiving clearance to land, the storm in the distance was producing winds that were countering them till the pilots corrected themselves. Below his feet was miles of reinforced and hardened concrete corridors as well as rooms that almost reminded him of a Battlestar underground. Spotting three Vipers, he watched them set down on the edge of the pad before seeing the Admiral; "Glad you could come though our escorts can't come and that pistol stays...we have to appeal to the President."
The Fleet uniform definitely appeared impressive and he knew a Terran touch brought it up to date. Headed for the elevator, he prepared his brief considering he would have to explain his purpose for being here. Preventing a war more than preventing the defenses from falling. Landing on the pad, Michael knew Kobol had taken her toll on Tyson as he left his pistol in the Viper with the mags. Listening to the man, appealing to the President sounded like kissing a whole lot of ass which he didn't do but presenting facts was more his speed. Stepping onto the platform elevator, the six corners revealed gears as they lift began to lower into the bunker but only to the bottom floor. During the old war, this place was once a missile silo so that lift went hundreds of feet down. Swiping his card, the blue elevator doors opened and the two men stepped inside while Michael whispered to the old man; "After this, we need to find you new clothes," spotting the dust stains on his lower pants. Covering over his tactical pad, Michael was adapting to the uniform since it wasn't as tight as he would expect. The doors opened as they walked out to only stand by the Presidential seal that lead to the Presidential Offices and private quarters. |
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Post by fleetops on Nov 9, 2021 19:54:56 GMT -6
As Commander Ken Drulard, CF (NPC)
Commander Drulard was watching for the President and her group to arrive. The road from the Presidential Office to here had been strewn with debrus and wounded trying to make their way to the Colonial Fleet Hospital, which was overrun with wounded and dying people. The University Hospital had suffered considerable damage in the attack, had all the other hospitals in the City. The wounded were being transported out of the City to other cities but there were just so many of them. The Bunker had it's own hospital but the powers that be were not allowing just anyone down there and there were well over 100 Marines and just as many TDF personnel to ensure that didn't happen. Finally seeing the vehicles pull up to the Gate, Commander Drulard spoke into his comm unit telling the security personnel at the gate to get them inside. Soon, everyone would be down below, some 1000 feet beneath solid granite and reinforced concrete. The lead vehicle pulled up and Commander Drulard opened the door, helping the President out of the humvee.
"Madame President, welcome, we need to get you below immediately. Right this way, please."
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Post by Sirolk on Nov 17, 2021 16:14:01 GMT -6
As we pulled up to the bunker soldiers were waiting outside for our group. We were lead to the entrance where identities were confirmed and weapons were noted (but allowed on some of us, perks...) before being led to the elevators. As we exited I was surprised to see 2 individuals already waiting for us.
Admiral Martin (wow he definitely aged since last time I saw him, must be the job stress) and that annoying fellow from the colonies General Tyson. How did he beat us here already? And he knows Martin? Frak this guy is full of surprises!
"Oh boy..."
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Post by Gen. William Tyson on Nov 22, 2021 12:40:02 GMT -6
As we pulled up to the bunker soldiers were waiting outside for our group. We were lead to the entrance where identities were confirmed and weapons were noted (but allowed on some of us, perks...) before being led to the elevators. As we exited I was surprised to see 2 individuals already waiting for us. Admiral Martin (wow he definitely aged since last time I saw him, must be the job stress) and that annoying fellow from the colonies General Tyson. How did he beat us here already? And he knows Martin? Frak this guy is full of surprises! "Oh boy..."Watching Michael clean his rather nicely pressed uniform, he could see so many wearing the black and red. It was interesting to see all that old training, technical plans hidden away in the Admiral's head was still there. Leaned against a table, he knew the procedures that the President would have to proceed with a final stop here. He has been working on a common narrative that had been told to Presidents and the Council.
Turning to see the elevator doors open and somehow back to this asshole but he is an outsider looking in. Helping the President, Tyson placed his hands behind his back as he spoke softly; "Brought Admiral Martin to this brief considering he was the last Admiral of the Independence. As well as bring your up too speed on events coming from Kobol and if you have spare time maybe my debrief as well," bowing his head to President and Mr. Sirolk, "I hope the ride wasn't too bumpy." |
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 26, 2021 4:42:14 GMT -6
As we pulled up to the bunker soldiers were waiting outside for our group. We were lead to the entrance where identities were confirmed and weapons were noted (but allowed on some of us, perks...) before being led to the elevators. As we exited I was surprised to see 2 individuals already waiting for us. Admiral Martin (wow he definitely aged since last time I saw him, must be the job stress) and that annoying fellow from the colonies General Tyson. How did he beat us here already? And he knows Martin? Frak this guy is full of surprises! "Oh boy..."Adjusting his jacket, Michael crossed his arms as he waited for Tyson to finish before speaking softly to both Sirolk and the President. Politics were far from this forte but so was his current job but he has been keeping an eye on Tyson's movements and knows that the military is interested in the Dradis early warning stations. Speaking to the two people, Michael knew he had to be tactful but careful with his words; "Tyson is an old friend and leader from the old war. If the Cylons infiltrated Terra on the manner that they have then coming here is the wrong move. Even if we lockdown the facility there is no way out but there is a Battlestar in orbit and we can protect you there." Turning to Sirolk as he looked over them and the staffers, even if they stayed he would need to pull additional protection for this site since even he didn't like being here; "Good to see you Mr. Sirolk. Not sure if we met formally but Sam talked both about and of you often." |
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Post by Sirolk on Nov 26, 2021 21:05:26 GMT -6
"Tyson is an old friend and leader from the old war. If the Cylons infiltrated Terra on the manner that they have then coming here is the wrong move. Even if we lockdown the facility there is no way out but there is a Battlestar in orbit and we can protect you there."
"Good to see you Mr. Sirolk. Not sure if we met formally but Sam talked both about and of you often." Samantha... oh gods! I had missed their wedding but sent a congratulations card at the time. Now a memory came back to me of a news clip heard in the background of her passing while I was catching up on the last few years. I had meant to call Martin and offer my condolences but completely forgot. That explains his appearance. Walking over to him I take his hand. "Admiral Martin, glad to see you again. We actually were introduced in passing years ago by Samantha at some dignitary get together, but there was a dozen introductions before and after, probably for both of us. So no worries."
I lean in slightly and make eye contact as I whisper to him... "So sorry to hear about Samantha. She was an old friend who had a beautiful soul. She'd give you the coat off her back if you asked and take nothing in return. I wish I had made it to her funeral, but I just couldn't tear myself away at the time. If you ever need anything from me all you have to ask. I consider you family, so don't worry or hestitate to ask ok."
Stepping back slighly I continued... "Do you really think we should head up to the Battlestar instead of here? There are some advantages to staying dirtside. Either way, I'll defer to your judgement as I'm sure you are more up to date on the specifics. Of course I'm not the one you need to convince."
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Post by Jasline on Nov 28, 2021 13:52:29 GMT -6
Jasline followed the others as they all entered the designated area. She was only here at the request of the President. Feeling slightly out of her element, she stayed to the background area but kept her eyes and ears open.
She watched as the newly appointed Rear Admiral spoke and took note of the former President, Mr Sirolk, leaning in closely to speak quietly with the man. Jasline was quietly keeping a low profile, but she was watching when that damned song started running around in her head again. Quietly, it was like it was on a loop or something. "I can't get no relief ........... hmmm hmmm hmmm something something.......... all along the watchtower......." She shook her head to clear the sound and smiled as she noticed some folks looking her direction.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Nov 30, 2021 11:48:46 GMT -6
"Tyson is an old friend and leader from the old war. If the Cylons infiltrated Terra on the manner that they have then coming here is the wrong move. Even if we lockdown the facility there is no way out but there is a Battlestar in orbit and we can protect you there."
"Good to see you Mr. Sirolk. Not sure if we met formally but Sam talked both about and of you often." Samantha... oh gods! I had missed their wedding but sent a congratulations card at the time. Now a memory came back to me of a news clip heard in the background of her passing while I was catching up on the last few years. I had meant to call Martin and offer my condolences but completely forgot. That explains his appearance. Walking over to him I take his hand. "Admiral Martin, glad to see you again. We actually were introduced in passing years ago by Samantha at some dignitary get together, but there was a dozen introductions before and after, probably for both of us. So no worries."
I lean in slightly and make eye contact as I whisper to him... "So sorry to hear about Samantha. She was an old friend who had a beautiful soul. She'd give you the coat off her back if you asked and take nothing in return. I wish I had made it to her funeral, but I just couldn't tear myself away at the time. If you ever need anything from me all you have to ask. I consider you family, so don't worry or hestitate to ask ok."
Stepping back slighly I continued... "Do you really think we should head up to the Battlestar instead of here? There are some advantages to staying dirtside. Either way, I'll defer to your judgement as I'm sure you are more up to date on the specifics. Of course I'm not the one you need to convince."
I nod my head in the Presidents direction... Keeping his arms crossed, Michael peered over it Carlie as he spoke softly to the President while thinking about the next sentences; "This is not a safe position. We are in an old missile silo which honestly most SFs know the ins and outs. You say the Cylons took out the Dradis bunkers which means they know enough to get in and detonate which here there are more holes than Swiss cheese. At least on the Battlestar, we have ways of controlling access points and soldiers who can't be bought, bribed or turn on loyalties. I can get you setup in my quarters and personally I'll just hit a rack," turning to her assistant as he heard the words she whispered. All along the Watchtower. Words that have seemed familiar but odd that she was humming something; "You okay?" |
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Post by Jasline on Nov 30, 2021 12:06:20 GMT -6
All along the Watchtower. Words that have seemed familiar but odd that she was humming something; "You okay?" Jasline was startled by him speaking to her. She laughed nervously and answered him right away "Yes, I'm fine. I guess this" gestures with her hand at the surroundings "is probably just making me a little on edge. But I am grateful for being here. At least with all the protection we have in the immediate area, such as yourself" she brushed her long hair back a little and smiled at the Admiral. |
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