Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
Posts: 248
Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Aug 14, 2013 6:14:49 GMT -6
Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Aug 14, 2013 6:14:49 GMT -6
*Standing there listening to her talk, feeling a gun barrel at the back of my head. Breathing as I stay calm focusing on my surroundings closing my eyes as I open them again* I am here to get the file myself. If you want it, look for it yourself. She looks at Sydell straight in the eye as her mother puts the gun to the back of his head, Why should I join you hmmm? You want humans dead and the humans want us dead. Well I want to live in peace and be done with this war crap you seem to love so much. If you box my mother and I, then who will be left to stop the Terrans from wiping you out? I have seen for myself what they have planned... you won't survive. "Ah this must be Mother how nice of you to join us, I was just talking to your lovely daughter about a file. Oh and you got your fact wrong dear sister, Ares was never involved in attacking you and your mother. As your yourself you should ask yourself who put a target on your back. I am not gonna box you both when we want the same thing here, everything is about timing my dear"*Just then I close my eye's swiftly turning my head and body, twirling around Rebecca* Karen not another word. I came here on good intentions and I will leave on good intentions. If he wants to box me then by all means but you will need the Imperious Leader's permission. Doing so without her will be suicide for you too. Now let my daughter go and I will give you all the information you want and I will have permission to leave here. If not then you will have every SF Terran on your doorstep within the hour. "Sorry but you don't get to order me around on my ship and if I wanted you two dead you would be. Attention Ares stand down I repeat stand down. Sorry you got hurt sister but my fight is not with you, I hope you will remember this during war."*Stepping aside extending my arm out, grasping the brig door pulling the unlocked door open.* "You shall not have any problems leaving"
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Registered: May 6, 2024 14:16:28 GMT -6
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Aug 14, 2013 18:54:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 18:54:32 GMT -6
I sent her to the Cylon empire to retrieve some old research I was doing. This is the closes ship to Terra and when she resurrected she ended up here. We don't trust Cylons so forgive for the straight forward defense. She puts her weapons away, Karen get in the raider now. I will be right behind you. She watches her daughter exit the brig then turns to Sydell. I won't betray the humans, so I can't give out information but I did want to warn you of this... Terrans out number Colonials by thousands to one of us. Nothing like what Cylons have but their technology matches and will wipe out most of the Cylons. Resurrection hubs, hybrids, basestars, etc. are all at risk. Thats all I can give you. She looks at the data stream in the corner and walks over to it. Placing her hand into the gel and scans for her research before walking out the brig.
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Oct 10, 2013 13:47:47 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 13:47:47 GMT -6
The Centurions shut the door behind them once they have Alice in a cell. Looking around at the bars, she sees how easy it would be to escape. Not very well but she could manage with her knife.
The two Centurions turn and post right in front of her. Alice sighs and gives up the thought of escape. The guys were gone and no one here would help her.
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Oct 12, 2013 20:44:05 GMT -6
Post by Damon Smith on Oct 12, 2013 20:44:05 GMT -6
Walking in, he ordered the Centurions to pull the woman out of the cell as he opened his case while they strapped her down onto the table; "My name is Marcus and if you don't know who I am well Mr. Thrax has some of my marks on him. Tell me everything you know or I'll start carving and well I'll keep you alive till I know everything," slipping on his gloves as he walked over the bed before cutting away her shirt around her chest as he held his scalpel. Looking down, he held onto it while holding a small bandage to keep the area clean; "How many surviving SF's are there and if you don't answer then I'll start carving," slicing into her abs.
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Oct 12, 2013 20:50:08 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 20:50:08 GMT -6
Alice grips the table, trying her hardest not to say or do anything. Tears run down her face as she watches him cut her flesh. I am not telling you anything. She bites her lips to keep from screaming but she can't hold back. The pain and agony of each cut can be heard in her voice.
The thought of her no longer existing became clear to her at this moment. Never has Alice been in something this horrific. You will know soon enough.
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Oct 12, 2013 20:56:52 GMT -6
Post by Damon Smith on Oct 12, 2013 20:56:52 GMT -6
Cutting a wound into her, he had a Centurion help him as he squeezed down onto one of her organs as he turned to her, whispering to her; "Your rescue that Mr. Thrax attempted has failed, he's dead my dear and his fellow SF's died in battle even the President's kid is dead so no one knows your even here now," letting go of one of her organs before moving the blade to another section of flesh, "question still remains how many surviving SF's are there?"
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Oct 12, 2013 21:05:06 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 21:05:06 GMT -6
Nothing you do or say to me will make me say anything. I don't trust a damn thing that comes from your mouth. She screams louder as he hits a kidney, feeling her blood all over her body.
Enough to blow you and Alexander to hell. Alice looks the Seven dead in the eye, I am ready to die, unlike you toasters that need to come back because you are too frakking scared to end.
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Oct 12, 2013 21:12:34 GMT -6
Post by Damon Smith on Oct 12, 2013 21:12:34 GMT -6
Laughing, he had seen this from Michael as he picked up a syringe of acid as he turned to her as he dropped a bit onto her leg, "The funny thing is the human body can only handle so much but I've been doing this for almost 50 years and well my last patient lasted for a week while Mr. Thrax lasted for 3 days till he was rescued. This acid here is a nasty bunch, its actually nanites that eat into the skin and then lay dormant till activated and when they're activated then things get quite messy," dropping a bit more onto her leg, "I have to inform you, your millions of SF's on my Home World had been slaughtered by their own Centurions, your Battlestars detonated and now we have a warhead that is one of yours. How many SF's remain on Terra?"
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Oct 12, 2013 21:16:42 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 21:16:42 GMT -6
Enough to finish what we started. She looks up at the ceiling, numb from all the pain traveling through her body. If I tell you everything you want to know... how will you enjoy the surprise coming. You don't want things to be boring do you? She laughs hard at herself, My body is already shutting down. So keep playing your games. I will be home soon enough.
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Oct 12, 2013 21:26:41 GMT -6
Post by Damon Smith on Oct 12, 2013 21:26:41 GMT -6
Opening up a pack he had gained from the SF's early on, he injected her with drugs to keep her heart rate down as well as boost her immune system but even more to keep her awake as he set the pack aside; "You don't die on my table! I'm god here so tell me, how many of you bastards survived?! Tell me an exact figure and I'll let you rest in your cell while your filthy corps attempts a rescue," right then he realized he slipped up as he had a Three come in to patch the woman up. Watching the Centurions put her back in the cell, he knew he had lost control as he waited for the bars to close before pulling his gloves off; "its you that will enjoy the surprise after all, even if you don't tell me, Dark Smurfette and Alex will send their forces to your cities and kill off the population of Terra."
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Oct 12, 2013 21:31:49 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 21:31:49 GMT -6
I DON'T GIVE TWO FRAKS WHAT DARK SMURFETTE COULD DO TO ME! SHE CAN BURN FOR ALL I CARE. She lays down in pain, doubled over as she looks at the Seven. I don't need rescuing, I am a woman not a broken down toaster.
Alice faces the wall and waits for the pain to end. More than you think plus the rest in various places that you don't know about. You want an exact figure? Okay, try the thousands that were not killed on the Home World, plus thousands being created every day. You aren't the only ones that can resurrect now, toaster.
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Damon Smith
Cylon
Cylon Model Seven
Intelligence Officer
Posts: 119
Registered: Jul 28, 2012 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Oct 13, 2013 12:41:33 GMT -6
Post by Damon Smith on Oct 13, 2013 12:41:33 GMT -6
Laughing, Marcus kneeled down as he peered through the bars, "The funny thing is I prefer not to resurrect since for my model it is quite painful for my Model then again I would give it all up knowing none of you humans can kill me," getting back up as he whispered a bit to the Centurions before turning to her, "I wouldn't worry about Dark Smurfette since she's limited by her emotions were I have none, I'll give you a few hours to recover and then I'm bringing a Centurion in here and we'll go old fashion don't worry you'll stay alive the entire time," starting out of the Brig as the Centurions surrounded her cell.
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Oct 13, 2013 12:56:40 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 12:56:40 GMT -6
Wow that is new information to me. I didn't think Cylon's had emotions. You see, you need a soul to have emotions. You are just a hunk of metal wrapped in rubber.
Alice sits up as she walks out. I look forward to it. Laughing harder this time, what could they do to her? Nothing more than what she has been through now.
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SFC Albert Quinto
Terran Spec Ops.
Younger brother of Colonel Liam Quinto
Posts: 19
Registered: Oct 3, 2013 13:44:26 GMT -6
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Oct 16, 2013 20:48:33 GMT -6
Post by SFC Albert Quinto on Oct 16, 2013 20:48:33 GMT -6
::Outside on haul::
Setting in the Raptor double check his equipment, Quinto slowly scans his team. They weren't the ideal team, or the team he had in mind when he was given the order to form it. But he was reunited with an old friend and now they had a task of rescuing Cristas sister. Standing up as the pilot told them they were arriving at the entry point. Pulling the slide back on his P90, turning Sam.
"Alright, get us through the haul and then we'll hit the area with a EMP blast should disable the Centurions long enough to get Carver out. The Raptor has been equipped with Gondawan technology that prevents it from being effected by EMP fields."
Albert finished then opened the hatch once he made sure everyone had their suits on.
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Oct 16, 2013 21:04:27 GMT -6
Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Oct 16, 2013 21:04:27 GMT -6
::Outside on the hull::
Slipping on his helmet, Victor pulled out his torch that Sam had given him as he dropped down onto the hull before starting to cut, flipping on the shade function for his helmet as he cut through the hull. He could hear the fire fight over his radio and knew that the General grabbed all the attention which meant all they had to deal with is mostly the extraction which shouldn't be too bad especially if they were going to use the EMP grenades which was cool considering he had never seen one before. Getting up as he finished cutting as he kicked the area as the hull fell inward before turning to Albert as he switched his helmet to normal, "After you, sir," switching to his M4 as he unclipped the pack which held a spare space suit while Samuel walked over who had a spare helmet as he signaled the raptor to stay close since they could maneuver over the spot once they fell through to pressurize the area.
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