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Post by Brie on May 30, 2006 7:47:06 GMT -6
A little while later Captain Lazant entered the room. “Captain, you’re here,” Commander Sheba said. “Captain Skyler, could you join us for a micron?” Sheba led the two men into a smaller room. Lazant sat down, and Skyler followed suit. Sheba waited until the door was fully closed. “Skyler,” she started, “there’s another top secret part to the mission. One that I don’t even know if it’s possible. With your training and expertise, you’re the perfect one to lead it.” She ignored the disgruntled look on Lazant’s face. “As you know, the Pylos was in Cylon hands for centuries. But the moon base was a forgotten outpost. When Baltar and his friends rediscovered the base, they started to load information into the Pylos’ computer. Unfortunately, the link was broken when the team escaped. There is are Cylon plans that we have parts of, information that could help us finally win the war. I want you, Captain Skyler, to take a highly specialized team with you and retrieve as much information as possible.”
“I thought the baseship was dead in the sky,” Skyler commented.
“It is,” Sheba replied. “You’ll need a portable energizer to power up their computers and get them back on-line. There are risks involved, and I want to be clear, if anything goes wrong you are to abort the mission immediately. And there’s another danger that we’ve had little experience with. There’s a new type of Super Cylon out there, I’d like as much information as we can get on them as well. That’s why Captain Lazant will be your team's SIC, he’s one of the few who has had experience with them. Lazant will also brief your team on what to expect concerning these purple monsters.” Sheba paused. “Gather a team as soon as possible. Anyone on active duty is eligible, current squadron assignments don’t matter. Make sure that they understand the seriousness of the situation. Have your team briefed and ready to launch within the centar.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Skyler replied. He stood, as did Lazant. They both walked towards the door.
“And Captains,” Sheba called, “may the Lords of Kobol be with you.”
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Post by LucianG on May 31, 2006 5:00:03 GMT -6
Arriving on the Bridge, Major Lucian received a round of welcomes. He was surprised when Flight Officer Hoxa looked over the top of a station at him and said perrfunctorily, "Commander Sheba has ordered you to report to her ready room. Now." He looked away without waiting for Lucian's acknowledgement, which didn't surprise Lucian one bit.
Next, he saw Lieutenant Finky, who said, "Hello, boss! Welcome back to the slave pits! The Commander wants you in her ready room right now."
"Thanks, Finky," replied Lucian, who just then spotted Major BatGal going over some reports. He approached her and said, "Hi BatGal, I've got a quick request for you."
"Hi, Lucian, Sheba needs you in her ready room, right away," said BatGal.
"Thanks, I'd heard a rumor to that effect. This won't take but a micron. I need you to get me the name of the wing leader of a flight of four Vipers that was leaving on patrol a little while ago. Here's their initial heading," he said, giving her a little card with the information on it.
"Was there a problem?"
"No, nothing that a quick, private conversation won't resolve. Keep it private, okay?"
BatGal nodded, "Will do. Now, you'd better get in there."
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Post by Brie on Jun 1, 2006 13:41:08 GMT -6
After the meeting with the Commander, Skyler and Lazant parted ways. Lazant immediately headed to his office. He called up his notes on the purple Cylons that he and Amy had encountered. He stared at the screen, the report didn't even come close to describing them. He scribbled down a few notes to share at the debriefing. "Frack," he said out loud, "I hope we don't run into those buggers again."
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Post by Skyler on Jun 5, 2006 18:47:58 GMT -6
Skyler stopped in his office and entered the needed requirments for this mission into the computer. He was glad the computers had advanced to a point that he could do this in his office. After the destruction of the colonies, Apollo had to select a team to knock out an Pulsar Gun on an Ice Planet and Starbuck had been able to hack the system. While the computer was searching his entered requirments he contacted his old Sgt. via a super secure channel
"Hey kid, whatcha got?" Zeke's smiling face answered back from the monitor
"Sarge, got a little boarding mission and I need a favor."
"Just spit it out son."
"There is a chance we might run into some form super cylon thats purple in color. Susposed to be hard to kill. Hand Blasters just scorch the paint, like shooting a tank. Was looking for some extra punch that the assualt rifles might not provide, if you know what I mean."
A smile speard across Zeke's face "Remember on that mission on that old moon after you first made Corporal and we had to blast thru those doors, think that would work?"
Smiling back "I didn't want to punch holes thru the outer hull, but that might just work.... Once I have more information on the little bastards, I will gather my shopping list and send it to you."
"Look forward to hearing from you." and the screen flickered out as Zeke turned to check his weapons inventory
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jun 8, 2006 10:59:39 GMT -6
Sheba and I walked back out onto the bridge. Apollo's face flickered to life on the comm screen.
"They're ready, Apollo," Sheba said. "Teams will launch in just about 30 centons."
"Good. Blue squadron will be standing buy in the air and we will have a ground team on backup just in case anything goes wrong. Go ahead and bring in all your pilots. We'll handle fleet security with Red squadron. If anything happens, you'll have the full disposal of your ship's capabilities to deal with it."
Sheba nodded her head.
"Notify me right when your landing teams launch."
"I will, Apollo," Sheba confirmed.
The screen went dark. Sheba turned to me, "Sound 30 centons, Colonel."
"Aye, ma'am."
The announcement went out, "Thirty centons to launch. Thirty centons to launch. All pilots to ready rooms! All pilots to ready rooms!"
"Geenie, bring Bronze squadron back in on the double. We'll need them to refuel and be ready at a micron's notice."
The call went out to the remaining Bronze squadron vipers who were out patrolling the area...
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Post by Brie on Jun 15, 2006 11:39:57 GMT -6
"Thirty centons to launch. Thirty centons to launch. All pilots to ready rooms! All pilots to ready rooms!"
Captain Lazant looked up as the call came through. There were people who wouldn't be happy with him accompanying them on another off-ship mission, but that was just too damn bad. He had made so many mistakes over the yahrens, made many enemies, although along the way he had made a couple of close friends as well. Unfortunately his mistakes were the type that weren't soon forgotten and in his haste to get ahead they had probably cost him that much-desired promotion.
Although he knew that time was short, Lazant took the time to open a small, locked box that he kept in a desk drawer. He took out the only thing inside, a much-younger picture of himself with a beautiful young woman. "I still miss you, Prisca," he said out loud. “I always will. Maybe this time......things will be different.” He ran his finger over the outline of his long-dead fiancée, then returned the picture to its place. He grabbed his notes and headed to the Gold Squadron Ready Room, hoping that the team members that Skyler had chosen wouldn’t underestimate the new breed of Cylon. He shuddered at the idea of seeing them again.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jun 16, 2006 9:12:32 GMT -6
Inside the darkened base ship, IL commander Cyclid paced in his meditation chamber. A Cylon centurion wandered in since the glass doors were stuck open due to the loss of power.
"By you command," he droned.
"What is it, Centurion?"
"The last of the X-Series centurions are activated. The portable generators have given out, but we are at full strength with all of our centurions reporting in."
"Good. See to it that they stay at their stations on full alert. If those Colonials try anything, we'll be ready for them!" Cyclid almost laughed, if he could that is...
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Post by Logan on Jun 16, 2006 13:57:50 GMT -6
"Thirty centons to launch. Thirty centons to launch. All pilots to ready rooms! All pilots to ready rooms!"
Logan looked up at the Ready Room door as she heard the announcement and then down again as she holstered her blaster she had just finished cleaning. She sat back, crossed her arms, and watched as members of her Squadron started filing in the door.
She had come in after securing her Viper and making sure everything was in working order after the last battle. the techs had worked their magic and she was ready to fly again. She had then come to the Ready Room to check her gear for the mystery mission she knew was coming. Ike had been napping in the far corner and she had given him a heads up that they would be needed soon. He had wandered off to check on Vera and see to her own flight readiness.
Skyler wasn't here yet, but she knew he'd be striding in looking grim any centon now. She had a bad feeling about this one. Couldn't quite place why, but it was there. Her Warrior training had taught her to be prepared for things before you knew you needed to be prepared for them. Some people didn't understand that, but her teammates on Gold Squadron had come to expect her to be the first one in the briefing room with gear squared away. Brik often joked on her and her famous 'intuition' in prepping for a mission. Once on a minor mission to scout a deserted settlement there had been a cave in. She and Brik had been cut off from the rest of the landing party and he had made an offhand comment about wishing he had thought to pack concussion charges to clear the debris. His look of surprise and delight when she had pulled two of them out of her pack was priceless. Ever since then, the running joke if someone forgot something was 'See Logan. She has everything in her pack.'
Other Gold Squadron Warriors were taking seats and talking amongst themselves. Logan stayed in the back of the room, quietly observing. Some of the team whispered behind her back that she was too much of a loner, but she wasn't worried about their opinions of her. She wasn't an introvert by nature, just guarded and careful in the people she let in close. Many of the Warriors on the Callisto found her seemingly contradictory nature offputting. With those she didn't know well, she seemed quiet and standoffish. With her obvious friends, she was outspoken and lively. It wasn't that she wanted to keep people away from her, but she was the kind of person that didn't suffer fools or take anything at face value. If she trusted you, you had earned it. Simple as that.
Which was why Logan was still trying to figure out how she had opened up to Ally so quickly. There was a very likable quality about her. And Brik was obviously crazy about her. That spoke volumes. She trusted his judgement implicitly. But there was more. The resemblance, not so much of her features, but her spirit to her late sister. She smiled a bit to herself at Ally's bristling at the nickname Bronze. Logan was well aware of Squadron rivalry. She had heard the taunts in the O Club and the hushed voices in corridors. Logan didn't think Colonial Warriors should be judged by what squad they were in, but it was a fact that Gold got better missions. Everyone had a duty to perform, for the safety of the Fleet, regardless of their position in the hierarchy. Of course, I can look at it that way because I am in Gold. And if I have anything to say about it, maybe Ally will be soon too. She certainly proved herself good enough out there.
But now a Base Ship hung out there and Skyler would be here to brief them any centon. What the frack is going on? she thought as she waited.
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Post by Brie on Jun 17, 2006 17:03:32 GMT -6
Captain Lazant entered the Gold Squadron Ready Room, aware that he was there before most of the pilots. In my day they would have been here the micron the alert was sounded. Bunch of slackers... he thought to himself. Ignoring the stares of half the people already assembled, he looked around for Captain Skyler. He hadn’t yet made it. Lazant took a seat near the front, knowing that he would be called upon to brief the pilots on the new breed of Cylon.
Lazant’s mind flashed back to the last time he had been in this room. Brie was at the front, looking for volunteers for a mission, a crazy, stupid plan that only she could pull off. From his seat in the back he knew that he had to volunteer, just like pretty much everyone else around him. There were so many similarities between that mission and this one, and in his opinion neither had been well thought out, but he knew his place and would keep those thoughts to himself.
So much had changed since that day. Although Brie was still officially in charge of Gold Squadron Skyler had been running it ever since and would be until she returned from medical leave. What was taking so long he didn’t know. He had also changed since he had volunteered. Things that had been important to him didn’t matter so much anymore. He knew what it was like to be a part of a team, a TRUSTED part of a team. Brie had had faith in him, and he didn’t plan on letting her down.
Then there was Amy. How he had despised her before that mission but now, not so much. He still thought that she had been foolish, she was a young girl over her head in responsibility on that Cylon moon, she should have welcomed his help instead of fighting with him. Still, when he knew that she had been captured he never even thought of saving himself if it meant leaving her behind. Bringing her back had been important, important enough to have to trust a wackjob like Astraea! He had heard that Amy was in surgery, he hoped that she would be okay.
He looked around again, wondering if he'd see anyone that he considered a friendly face. These pilots sure are taking their sweet time getting here he thought to himself.
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Post by Skyler on Jun 18, 2006 20:22:39 GMT -6
Skyler entered the room, threw a large folder on the table and looked around the room. He nodded to Lazant. The ones prepping for the refueling part of the mission were being briefed elsewhere.... The ones gathering here we the ones that had to capture the computer core.... By the lords, hurry up and get here...
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