Advisor Daniel Langley
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Bad Ass
KDF
Posts: 178
Registered: Aug 3, 2011 12:58:43 GMT -6
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Post by Advisor Daniel Langley on Jul 18, 2012 16:47:40 GMT -6
Following Longshot's command, he noticed green lights as the men finished remounting the tower to ceiling as checked over the long range communications grid; "Condition Two is understood, operational cannons are online with AA guns and point defense systems on standby, closed off the decompressed pod and the teams have secured the ship. With the new fuel ratio I added in, we can maintain this speed for 2 weeks before we're completely out of fuel unfortunately can't do any complex maneuvering or we could run out quicker."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 18, 2012 21:01:07 GMT -6
Opening up a pocket on his vest, he pulled out his energy bar along with a small box of adrenaline as he started with the energy bar first before rolling up his sleeve to inject 20cc's of pure adrenaline into his system. He could feel his body wake up again, he couldn't risk falling asleep especially now considering he knew Michael would use all of his resources to find them and he wasn't going to hit the sack till they were back home.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 19, 2012 23:52:54 GMT -6
Emerging from the jump, Michael quickly unplugged the Hybrid as he attempted to calculate the position; knowing right away they didn't jump where he hoped they did. Sitting down onto the deck, Michael tapped his radio as he tried to think over what to do next; "We ended up jumping deeper behind enemy lines about 25,000 meters from the stellar satellite that spotted the Galactica," pausing as he felt a jolt followed by another; knowing right away what it was as he opened a channel with the raider, "LT Thrax reporting in, need assistance right away we have located the Galactica, shit its firing at us. Captain Martin is currently in enemy hands need assistance right away."
Changing a channel using old Terran Intelligence radio frequencies, "Verification Code Delta 1397 Alpha 1, Bones to Jackel, cease fire right away may be able to help but can't help if we're dead. Cease firing and save it for the true enemy not for allies you haven't heard from."
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Jul 20, 2012 0:39:43 GMT -6
Feeling the cannons erupt with the emergence of the Basestar, he had a smirk on his face till he checked over the verification code before sending the signal down to the gun crews to stop firing as he opened a channel; "Like the ship, found it adrift but we're going to be out of power soon unless you have some smart ass idea on how to save our ass," setting down the radio as he turned to Daniel to cancel condition one and move it back down to condition two as the gun crews relaxed on the cannons.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 20, 2012 1:28:26 GMT -6
Loading his final grenade, he noticed the Centurion attempting to run from him which was odd even for him as he fired the grenade into the Centurion; setting the rifle aside before pulling out his MP7's. Starting back down the corridor, he tapped his radio as the Marines went ahead and secured the corridor; "Is that Jackel, damn I might have to keep the suit on, brother I have an idea on how to get Captain Martin but its going to be tough to pull off but not impossible."
Starting his way to the Hybrid chambers as he thought long and hard about it considering they'd be pulling a blanket over they're eyes but the Atlantia needed to be here to get some resources off for it all. Killing the last of the skin jobs he could find, he knew the Centurions wouldn't be that hard but then again they still needed to find Greer.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 20, 2012 14:13:33 GMT -6
Slumped onto the deck, he knew they had to get Sam back but they had to play this one safe considering Terrans are often to be considered allied with Colonials. Tapping his radio as he thought over it, "Longshot I need you on the Basestar," unzipping his vest as he set it aside along with his jacket wondering what Jack is thinking this time around.
With one look, Alex would know this is a con but with Jack leading the charge then just maybe it would work. Sifting through his tactical pad, he brought up the current style of ID's for the BCR as he slipped both one for him and Jack for the printer onboard the raider as well for Rebecca just to be safe.
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Jul 20, 2012 16:51:10 GMT -6
Hearing Michael's radio call, she knew it was important as she started down to the hanger deck; but by the way it sounded she knew Jack was back. Disconnecting the cables from her raptor, she and a few other Marines began to push the raptor onto the lift as she started up through the prelaunch; getting them clear as she lifted off of the Battlestar. Making her approach, she set down on the upper landing pad next to the Terran raider, grinning when she walked past it before glancing over the Centurions and Marines.
Keeping her rifle down as she jogged to the Hybrid chamber, spotting Jack outside in the multi billion credit suit with his near priceless hand; burying her anger as she nudged past him. Kneeling down, she lifted Michael's chin; "What's the plan?"
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 20, 2012 17:16:04 GMT -6
Crossing his arms as he entered the chambers, kneeling down as he picked up his brother's rifle; "Here's the plan, the BCR and the Cylons are on sorta like allied terms and they don't want to ruin that with some misunderstanding. Sent a message to Terra using your verification codes, thanks brother, put in a hefty stack of weapons and some from my own personal collection to trade for the captain. We mention that she's an operative of our own and we need her back to keep tabs on the Atlantia, Cylons wll believe it considering the BCR has more agents then most of Terran Intelligence."
Ejecting the clip as he set back down the rifle, "Come with me at least, its going to be hard to sell it considering I can sell you as an undercover agent when you hand over the near authentic codes," playfully punching him on the shoulder.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 20, 2012 20:02:25 GMT -6
Grabbing his hand, Michael pulled him down as he dislocated his shoulder and pushed him head first into the hybrid tub as he waited a minute before pulling him out; "You always do this shit, this isn't a game gods dammit your putting lives at stake!"
Shoving him back down into the water, he could feel Rebecca pulling at him as he kept him down till he backed away in full anger; "I'll see you at the raider in 10 minutes but when this goes wrong and it will, consider all that nice shit gone and if Sam dies your dead too," starting out of the room as he started back to the raider.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 20, 2012 21:32:00 GMT -6
Taking deep breaths, he spit out the water as he tried to relocate his arm; using Rebecca to place his arm back into place. Picking up his helmet, he holstered his MP7's as he turned to Rebecca; remembering when the both of them were together back in the Special Forces. Starting back to the raider, he knew they were on a time limit till the Captain ended up giving in for information.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 20, 2012 22:37:58 GMT -6
Shooting a Centurion in his head on the way to his raider, he slipped back on his zero g bracelets as he spotted Jack walking up; "Get in the frakkin raider! Picking up his helmet and gloves as he climbed into the cockpit, "If your plan works I swear by the gods or even better yet by Apollo I will full on vouch for you to reinstate your rank and all," taking a seat down into the raider, closing the canopy before strapping in.
Starting up the engines, he took off from the deck as he started to charge the FTL with coordinates of Terra set in mind. Retracting the tips, he strapped in before turning off the Cylon IFF codes; jumping clear afterwards.
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Jul 22, 2012 21:53:53 GMT -6
Watching as the Marines began disconnecting the Hybrid as the halls filled with Terran Spec Ops taking boxes of ammunition to the hanger deck to be sent to the Galactica as she pulled the tactical pad out of the deck as she took a look over the intell before packing it away. She wondered if Greer was out there but if he was still on board then it was up to her and her men to find him before Galactica puts this Basestar out of its misery.
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GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marines-SpecOps
Till my last mag
Posts: 171
Registered: Dec 11, 2011 19:26:29 GMT -6
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Post by GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer on Jul 23, 2012 14:13:10 GMT -6
Falling out of a vent he chucked a grenade and Burtof and private ponders feel tumbling on top of him hopefully the skin jobs following them took that one in the face. "nice landing guys get the frak up we need to keep moving, we will blow the last ammunition dump when we get to the raptor." the rushed the centurions guarding the way to the raptor and took cover as the were fired on from behind "gods damn they dont take a hint" greer threw another pair of Semtex Grenades and watched the metal of the cylons slide across the floor. He tapped his ear piece again, but all he got was static.
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Col. Rebecca Stonebridge
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
KDF; Instructor
Posts: 280
Registered: Feb 11, 2012 20:56:58 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Jul 23, 2012 15:21:28 GMT -6
Feeling an explosion, she knew somewhere that there was still Centurions on board fighting Greer which meant she was coming to rescue his ass for a change. Flipping the safety off on her rifle as she set her radio and earpiece onto the deck, pulling her night vision from her pack as she slipped them on. Starting down the corridor, she held onto her P90 as she started down the dark corridor past the teams as her mind raced on what valuable targets would be easier if Michael was back with Sam to give her some insight.
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GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marines-SpecOps
Till my last mag
Posts: 171
Registered: Dec 11, 2011 19:26:29 GMT -6
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Post by GySgt Ronald "Scythe" Greer on Jul 24, 2012 1:10:12 GMT -6
Reloading His MG-36 drum round he fired full spread catching two skin jobs in the chest, the clutched at the holes in them and fell into the already pile of cylons "pour it on boys lets not die like cowards" the had been out flanked before they made it to the raptor, both pilots dead, and no escape. Burtof threw a few semtex toward there flank downing three more clankers another three took their place rushing the there position.
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