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Post by Col. Charybdis on Feb 16, 2006 9:34:43 GMT -6
(Note: Wanted to start a new thread for the upcoming battle. All battle and mission related posts should now go here.)
"Vipers launching, Commander," Aegina spoke.
The monitors on the bridge came alive with small specks moving slowly away from the Callisto. So impersonal, yet each one of those specks held a human life.
Sheba was intent on the information. "Keep the Callisto on full alert. Shut all secondary hatches. Non-essential compartments should be closed."
I checked on the battle stations progress. It was proceeding according to plan. "Done Commander." I said.
"Aegina, notify me when the last viper launches."
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Post by ltlogan on Feb 17, 2006 12:37:30 GMT -6
Logan pulled on her helmet as the cockpit to her Viper closed. It had been too long since she'd been in battle and she hoped all the sim practice had kept her fresh. She was aware of the comm chatter as she went through her prelaunch checklist, only stopping for a micron when she heard Brik giving his usual parting pep talk, 'Be careful, gentlemen.' She smirked at the running joke and keyed her comm. 'Sir, we're not all so gentlemanly.' She knew Brik was smiling in his cockpit as he said, 'Logan, there's nothing gentle about you, so get out there and kick some tincan butt!' 'Yes sir!' Logan smiled as she waited the go for launch.
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Post by Skyler on Feb 17, 2006 22:12:42 GMT -6
Skyler pulled into a holding pattern, watching the fighters streak from the Callisto. Brik already had Alpha Flight in formation. The last Vipers from Beta flight were leaving the ship at this time. From the other side of the massive Battlestar the first of Bronze Squadron could be seen. In a few microns, they would head out and draw out the Raiders. Outnumbered as always, but never out classed...
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BRIK
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Post by BRIK on Feb 20, 2006 22:00:41 GMT -6
Watching his scanners, Brik was aware of the fact that all of the small fighter craft, like bees from a most deadly hive, were all away. The Callisto moved to a more battle-worthy speed and he watched in awe (and a small bit of fear...fear that she might not return from being in harm's way) as the Great Ship moved away most quickly. Most people were so used to "fleet speed" that there was always suprise when one of the battlestars "let her hair down". That part always made people smile and perhaps hug a loved one just a bit closer.
The frightening reality of battle and the subsequent running and screaming often came later...
But not today and not if these Warriors could help it!
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Post by Astraea on Feb 21, 2006 9:37:47 GMT -6
Astraea made herself useful by walking reports from one station to the next so that the people actually on duty could continue their watch uninterrupted. Once she had a taste of what a real battle was like, she hated to sit on the sidelines. At least by shuffling papers around, she felt like she was doing something.
She glanced up at Charybdis. He was so intense, expertly following the constant influx of data and dispatching orders accordingly. She loved to watch him work. She always did. There was a passion about him that only materialized in the midst of battle.
The irritated clack of fingers hard against a keyboard immediately drew Astraea’s attention and she stepped up behind a young ensign. “Problem?” she asked when the man began to swear.
He shot a look over his shoulder at her, then gestured to the equipment in front of him. “We must be in some sort of cosmic mist or solar flare. Fleet communications are getting garbled.”
Without hesitation, Astraea removed his headset and listened for several microns. A moment later, she leaned over his shoulder and disconnected the headset so that the messages could be heard directly from his receiver. The voices came in clear. “It’s the headset,” she concluded. “I’ll grab you a new one.”
Astraea walked over to a small cubby on the bridge where supplies were kept and pulled open a drawer. She knew she was in the right area, but it took three more tries before she finally found the spare headsets and she removed a single wrapped package. She pulled off the thin protective sheath as she walked back to the ensign. It’s not a Viper, but at least I’m doing something, she told herself.
She felt lost on the bridge. Everyone had their assignments, but she was merely hovering, hoping for some minor problem to be of some use. “Give this one a try,” she instructed the ensign as she handed him the headset. It took him a centon to get the new set hooked up, then he gave her a thumbs up.
Astraea sighed as she glanced around the bridge. “At least it’s something,” she muttered to herself.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Feb 21, 2006 11:50:25 GMT -6
"Accelerate to speed," Sheba called out.
"Colonel, how did the vipers make out?" she asked me.
I checked the readout. "Gold and Bronze squadrons in formation and heading to rendezvous point. Black squadron patrols are in position. Everything is a go, Commander."
"Commander, Commander Apollo is alpha channel," Lt. Aegina barked out.
Sheba quickly checked in at the monitor, "Apollo."
"The Galactica's fighters are away and we're moving. How are things on your end?"
"All fighters are launched. THey should be in position within 30 centons. The Callisto is heading your way."
"Good. As soon as those Cylon Raiders are drawn out by your fighters, Red and Blue squadrons will move in and try to destroy the defensiv laser batteries on the baseship. The Galactica will follow and go toe to toe with her. Once that happens, move the Callisto in on the other side and we'll have them right where we want them!"
"Apollo, good luck," Sheba said with more emotion that normal.
"You too," he said with a wink in his eye.
The screen went blank.
"Battle stations!" Sheba called out.
We were ready...
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Feb 23, 2006 12:56:39 GMT -6
Several small blips started popping up on the screen. Then more and more and more! The Cylon centurion saw the amomaly at his workstation but something did not compute. "By your command," he droned.
His leader turned and came over. "What is it?" came the mechanical response.
"The long range scan is picking up as many as thirty ships of some kind." As he said this, even more ships popped up onscreen.
"What type of ships are they?" the leader responded.
"Unidentified. But they seem to be small according to the scan."
"I'll notify Base Commander Cyclid. He will analyze the information and formulate a plan of action. Keep up the reports."
"By your command."
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Post by Skyler on Feb 25, 2006 9:33:09 GMT -6
Skyler checked his scaners.... Nothing yet. Hopefully the Basestar would deploy her raiders soon, or they would be to close to the action when they engaged for the plan to work. The squadrons were already flying as slow as they could and still look like they were not bait. Shaking his head.... Some bait. Two squadrons against and entire Basestar's compliment of Raiders. Well, the most of two squadrons, Gold Squadron had several members out on medical issues. They had better odds at Cymtar. At least the Galactica had launched all her squadrons before the attack, and a few other Warriors from the other Battlestars had managed to launch. Sadly, not enough. Atleast the Callisto and the Galactica wouldn't have to worry about Raiders, at the start of the battle, and if any did manage to breakoff and return, Red, Blue, Silverspar squadrons to face. The day would be theirs......
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Feb 28, 2006 11:12:58 GMT -6
(RPG note: Base Commander Cyclid is an IL type Cylon like Lucifer and Spectre.)
"I see," came the reply from Base Commander Cyclid. "Then I think we'd better launch our fighters at once."
"By your command," came the montone reply.
One by one, Cylon Raiders started pouring out of the launch bays. More than 100 of them to swarm the enemy that was rapidly approaching. The mechanical drones would fly out to meet the best that humanity had to offer...
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BRIK
Viper Pilot
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Post by BRIK on Mar 1, 2006 11:50:16 GMT -6
Looking down at his scanner revealed that the plan was starting to work and the basestar was issuing forth her fighters.
Opening a comm channel... "Alright Warriors, it looks like the Moment Of Truth. Stay sharp, remember your training and watch each other's backs. And if you have any doubts just remember...in many ways ALL of you are the finest Colonial Warriors in the history of our people!"
By the Lords, he hoped that he had said the right thing...but he felt that he did because he truly believed his own words.
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