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Post by Amy81 on Dec 15, 2005 6:57:18 GMT -6
Dolet saluted, then headed for his viper. Search for Major JustinB?, he thought, I'd be crazy not too. It wasn't just his concern that made him volunteer, it was the slow realization that he was building a pretty strong track record in a short time. He had been nervous about cutting it in Black Squadron, but now he could see the opportunity to thrive in it.
He hadn't talked to anyone else in Black about volunteering, and he hoped there wouldn't be any hard feelings about the junior-most warrior getting in ahead of the others on this one. He'd deal with that if and when it happened.
He nodded to the tech as he approached his viper. He looked over and noticed Captain Stadia nearby, checking over her own viper. He looked forward to working with her. Her experience and skills could only help to make him better and keep him from making mistakes.
Don't worry, Major. We'll all be hoisting one in the Officer's club in no time...
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CaptStadia
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Post by CaptStadia on Dec 15, 2005 14:19:13 GMT -6
Stadia smiled as she went around her viper because she had noticed Jacob taking over for the specialist that was helping her checkout her viper. She turned to see him come around the corner.
She turned to face him and smiled. "Is everything okay, ma'am?" She looked around to make sure no one was around. She pulled him into her giving him a deep kiss, "yes everything looks fine, Chief." and she let him go.
She turned and finished her inspection of her viper. When she finished she headed out to the mess to get something to eat.
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CaptStadia
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Post by CaptStadia on Dec 17, 2005 16:05:21 GMT -6
She entered the mess and looked to see what she could grab and take back with her to the landing bay. She grabbed a sandwich, some fruit and a bottled water and headed toward the door to the mess.
She was daydreaming as she walked down the corridor into the hanger bay. She went and sat on the ladder to her viper and peeled the plastic off the sandwhich. She began to take a bite when the Chief walked up to her and smiled.
"Yes, Chief?"
"I just wanted to let you know I double checked your viper and everything is in order."
"Thank you Chief."
He nodded and turned to go back to work. She smiled as she watched him walk away.
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Post by JustinB on Dec 20, 2005 9:57:34 GMT -6
MEANWHILE SOMEWHERE NEAR THE COMET ********************* My fuel was at twenty eight percent and my apex pulsar was damaged. I decided it was time I saved a message onto the vipers computer. "This is a recording from Major JustinB. I had run into a squadron of cylon raiders on my recon patrol into the nearby asteroid field. After vaporising five, the basestar I located on my patrol launched more. After heading into the asteroid field and using some asteroids as a means to hide my escape. To get closer to an orbit to home base, I decided to us the gravitational pull from this comet.With fuel at a minimum I have scoured for habitable planets. Now I find myself without rations and on my last of the water. Should anyone from the home base find me, I have set my internal controls to give me a little more chance of rescue. Should I be found dead, I was proud to serve my home base. My only regret will be not seeing a particular woman ever again." Hopefully in my hibernation state, the vipers scanners would find a habitable planet. With that I drank the last of my water and hit the button to put me in a coma like state.
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Post by LucianG on Jan 2, 2006 10:58:46 GMT -6
Several centars into the rescue mission....
The low whoop of the passive scanner alarm startled Lucian. The approaching Cylons had just given away their position, most likely without detecting the little rescue party. Still, Lucian couldn't be sure. Keying the ship to ship comm on very low power, he said, "R1 to escort. Come in."
"R2" and "R3," came the immediate replies, also at such low power that Lucian was surprised the comm could even pick it up.
He continued, "We have a flight of four Cs on a tranverse crossing course. They don't seem to see us, but we're going bump into each other in five centons if one of us doesn't change course."
"You said in our briefing that we'd avoid the Cs at all cost, right, Sir?" asked Dollet.
"Yeah, unless there's nothing we can do about it. Now, it looks like we got lucky right off the bat. We can change course to miss them, but they might still detect us unless we go a long way around, which would slow us down a good bit, and that's time JustinB can't stand. Therefore, we're going to keep flying straight like we're supposed to be here, and bump right into them in a bit. They'll probably detect us and start challenging us soon, but I've got something that might give us a few microns, which could make a big difference. Assuming it does, we've got to toast them before they get a chance to contact their base ship. I'll hang back a bit once the fight starts and do a low freq jam that might give us a little more time, but you'll still have to take 'em out very quickly." He re-confirmed that all three IFF transponders were off. "Line up on your first C, and after you fire, turn your IFF back on so you don't start shooting at each other...or me. Questions?"
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 3, 2006 7:01:40 GMT -6
"No questions" Dolet replied. "Engaging attack computer, standing by." He watched the screen as the attack graphics came up and the computer locked on to the nearest of the Cylons. Dolet adjusted his grip on the joystick, and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. This was it, either to add to the resume or close the obituary, one or the other...
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Post by CaptStadia on Jan 4, 2006 19:22:54 GMT -6
"No questions" Dolet replied. "Engaging attack computer, standing by." He watched the screen as the attack graphics came up and the computer locked on to the nearest of the Cylons. Dolet adjusted his grip on the joystick, and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. This was it, either to add to the resume or close the obituary, one or the other... Stadia put her note aside and engaged computers. It had been awhile since she had been in this position. She felt anxious as though her body just wanted it over with. Breaking formation, Stadia hit her turbos for a few seconds so she could move out in front of the others to survey the scene. What she saw was four vipers.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Feb 2, 2006 10:20:57 GMT -6
I walked into the war room. Sheba, Joey and BatGal were already there. The commander spoke, "We've been contacted by Commander Apollo. They now have information from their patrols that a Cylon basestar has been detected and is being tracked. He wants to engage the enemy with the squadrons to draw out their fighters and then move the battlestars in to destroy them. I remember we did this once way back when and it worked. Put all squadrons on alert and get me the squadron CO's."
I quickly went over to Lt. Aegina. She made the announcement, "All squadrons on alert. All squadrons on alert. Squadron CO's report to the bridge. All squadron CO's report to the bridge."
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Post by Brie on Feb 2, 2006 10:55:51 GMT -6
“Commander Sheba,
Since Doc Bkj has me on extremely light duty, and since I’ve been out of the loop so to speak for several sectars, I’m sending Captain Skyler to answer the call for squadron COs. He has been instructed to keep me informed, but he is at the micron better suited to make assignments than I am. I have a lot of catching up to do.
Major Brie”
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Post by Astraea on Feb 3, 2006 17:41:04 GMT -6
Astraea furiously jotted down notes as she made her way down the corridor. The people who had remained at the party were very helpful in getting her Cylon Survival Guide started. After the first few suggestions, ideas began bouncing from one pilot to the next on what they would like to know about Cylon captivity. How to disable a centurion was the main topic of conversation once it began. Astraea had been happy to answer what she could, but she was trying to take notes as well. She had a great memory, but it was hardly photographic and she didn’t want to leave out a single detail.
She had to pause at an intersection in the hall to get her bearings. It had been some time since she had gone to the bridge and she was distracted by her new project. She tucked her overused napkin into her pocket and turned in the appropriate direction. She had no idea if she would be of any use on the bridge, but she still wasn’t cleared for flying so it seemed the appropriate place for her during the alert.
The doors to the bridge opened with a soft swish, she stepped through and stopped. The bridge was buzzing with activity. Commander Sheba and Colonel Charybdis were conferring while half a dozen other officers circulated passing on critical information. All stations were filled with animated staff that knew their jobs well. It was just as she remembered.
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