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Post by Amy81 on Sept 14, 2006 5:31:08 GMT -6
"You're the bravest warrior I know" Hush had said.
"Yeah, right" Janey huffed in reply, not believing it. She watched Hush poke around the ruins, finally coming up with some long stretches of some sort of material. "Looks pretty good for wrapping a rib cage" he said with a smile. "We get clear of here, then I'll wrap your chest."
"Why sir" Janey said in a shocked tone, "I do believe you're trying to get me topless!" She laughed, then winced at the pain in her side. She looked at Hush, and could swear that he was blushing.
"Wish me luck" Hush said, and he dropped down through the escape panel. There was an entire stretch that had been blown away by the explosion, but he managed to reach what was left of the ladder, hopped down, and with his blaster drawn checked both ways down the corridor. With relief it looked clear to him, and he looked back up the ladder to Janey.
"You okay up there?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Like a bird in a tree" Janey replied. "With no wings and deep fried to a crisp!"
Hush laughed. The old Janey was still there, and it was good to hear. He needed her sharp and alert, and she seemed all of that now. "Take it slowly, Janey. I'll be up on the highest rung I can reach, so when you hit the gap dangle your feet down. I think I'll be able to reach you."
"Alright" Janey replied, not joking anymore. Her side was very painful, and any stretching of her arm strained her rib cage and gave her an incredible amount of pain....
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Post by BRIK on Sept 15, 2006 2:40:40 GMT -6
Let's see...Regular fire (which he had recently witnessed as ineffective) just wouldn't do and he was a warrior, not a scientist. Guess it's time for just being human to count for something, he figured.
Hmmn...
Think, Brik, think...
Still thinking...
*DING!* (perhaps)
Maybe there WAS something... Brik had one card that he could possibly play that may not even work. He knew that it would bring questions later but someone had to do something or their final and oh so fatal battle would be in this foul basestar. Getting everyone's attention, he told them all to be ready to move as quickly as possible. "I have an idea, people. Whether it works or not be ready to move. If it works we run. If it doesn't work...I'll be dead and you all had better run or I will have died in vain." All of them looked at him with complete confusion but he knew that they would act. They were Colonial Warriors. Sitting next to him, Skyler began to speak. "Brik! What in the frack are you talking about?!?" "Just be ready to run, boss, no time to explain. If we make it home I'll tell you over cookies and milk back on the Callisto, the usual." He avoided the stunned looks of both Ally and Logan, he had to focus. He loved Logan's friendship in this moment more than he'd thought he knew. And Ally. He was afraid that his interest in someone in battle with him might slow him down or confuse his thinking. He'd been very wrong and found himself more resolved than he ever thought he'd be at such a time. And his friend Skyler...he didn't have the words. With that, Brik quickly holsetered his blaster, slung his rifles on his shoulders and stood up. In a loud voice he spoke to the enemy. "CENTURIONS! Heed my words and BY MY COMMAND retreat from this place IMMEDIATELY!" Silence, as in a sarcophagus. The Cylons paused, seemed to process these new and most unexpected orders...and promptly turned down a side corridor, retreating into the bowels of their vessel. For all of his days, short though they may turn out to be, Brik knew that he'd never forget the looks on the faces of his squad. Priceless. "RUN!!!!" Brik yelled. And they did. As they all ran down the corridor toward the bay, and hopefully reinforcements with a ride home, he added "Don't ever try that at home!" and found himself giggling as he moved toward whatever came next.
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Post by Amy81 on Sept 15, 2006 12:22:10 GMT -6
Ally ran with the others, not quite believing what Brik had done. She knew it might possibly work, but she never thought he'd risk so much on the off chance of success.
As she ran, her vision began to blur. She tried hard to focus, but then she stumbled, managing to right herself before stumbling again. It's this fracking armor, she thought. Why must it be so heavy...
She started to fall behind, feeling lightheaded and starting not to care anymore. She needed to rest. Was that so much to ask? In one motion she shrugged her gear off her shoulders, slowing her pace to a walk before she dropped to her knees. It's hot... So fracking hot...
Her shoulder ached, and when she put her hand there it came off dripping. The stain spread through her layers of clothing, her entire shoulder a darkened, saturated mess. She could feel the back of her clothes sticking to her. Must have gone clean through, she thought. Her body had shut down the pain, but not the bleeding...
She took a couple of short, irregular breaths, then pitched forward face down on the deck. This time she didn't fight the darkness, but welcomed it's comforting nothingness as her mind shut down....
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Post by BRIK on Sept 18, 2006 0:28:34 GMT -6
When the Purps withdrew the stunned Colonials' training took over and they beat a hasty strategic withdrawal. Yes, they RAN!
Still feeling the loss of Janey, Hush and Weasel, Brik was determined that this time he would bring up the rear and try to watch over as many of his mates as he could.
Skyler slapped Brik's shoulder as he passed (with a disbelieving grin on his tired face) while Logan slowed long enough to place a friends warm and affectionate hand on his face, grinning also. Ally fell in behind Logan, a bit slowly but mobile and looking as pleased as you can with a Cylon blaster wound in your shoulder. Brik moved into position in the rear of the remains of the team feeling hopeful...and nervous. There would be questions and he'd have to answer them. On the upside, however, questions meant being in the Fleet as opposed to dead in an enemy stronghold so that was just fine.
As he moved down the corridors, scanning for the enemy, he noticed that Ally seemed to be moving slower than a few moments ago.
She took a couple of short, irregular breaths, then pitched forward face down on the deck.
"FRACK!" he said aloud, the team stopping to turn around at his alarming cry. "I've got her! Spread out as much as you can to cover me!" came from Brik, sounding much more in control than he now felt. They spread out, already drawn weapons brought to bear with all eyes scanning the area in earnest.
As he leaned over her he saw her fade into unconsciousness and knew that he'd have to carry her. FELGERCARB! This mission's end was looking like a very good place to be and he wanted to get the frack out before anyone else died.
Without thinking, he swept the hair out her face with one hand as his other hand checked for her pulse. She was still alive, thank Kobol! He looked at her wound. It was worse than he'd thought and appeared to go clean through her shoulder with blood soaked into her clothes all around both ends of the wound. Could that have been solid ammunition? Well, the question could wait. Anyway, whether solid ammo or not, apparently the Purps had new weapons as well as new colors. Cylon fire didn't normally do damage in that fashion.
"Damn it, Ally..." he said in a whisper that no one heard, including himself.
"Brik?" questioned Skyler, a question also present in the face of Logan. "I think she'll be ok if we can just get off of this cursed basestar. Let's move."
His arms curved under her limp and frighteningly light body and he picked her up, a blaster in his left hand and a rifle in his right.
That was when the Cylon Centurions from a different company came from a side door, the sides of which had been too smooth to notice during their flight. Brik would've never, in all of his days, expected to be in a situation that made him quite relieved to see normal chrome-finish Cylon Centurions.
He knew instinctively that if he turned to flee, wounded-in-hand or not, he would probably be killed, his "patient" along with him and perhaps the rest of the squad as well
"BLAST 'EM!!!!" he yelled as he opened fire with both rifle and blaster, his comrades doing the same.
After their encounter with the Purps this skirmish was more like a training sim. Colonial firepower tore into the group of six or seven automatons and in less time than it takes to tell the corridor was lit with lancing blaster fire from both sides, hellish smoke filling the air and Brik firing both weapons even as he carried his precious human cargo. Although none of them would ever know or realize it, their accuracy in this battle would be the best of their lives. Not one Colonial shot missed its mark.
With sheer adrenaline in their veins the team backed away long enough to be certain that the smoking and sparking Cylons were truly destroyed then turned back to the task of returning to the bay and the way home.
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Post by Logan on Sept 20, 2006 12:59:30 GMT -6
Skyler and Logan were dashing down the corridor, blasters in both hands, as Brik delved into some inner resource of strength running in front of them, bearing the weight of the injured Ally as though he did this everyday.
"Left," Logan called out as they neared a juncture in the hallway ahead, remembering the layout of the map she had pulled up on Weasel's computer terminal which she still had slung over her shoulder.
Her mind still reeling from the losses they had taken thus far and now concern for Ally's injury, she sidestepped the trail of blood that was being left in Brik's wake as they made their way towards the Launch Bay. She knew that this mission was going to be rife with danger, and admittedly they weren't quit of it yet, but the emotions she was carefully stowing away for later were new to her. She wasn't prepared to lose Hush that way, not so soon after admitting to herself that she was interested in him on a level she had denied herself for so long. She had been so close to opening up for once in her life...and it had slipped away.
Flashes of memory were unrolling before her eyes as she ran...Hush, smiling, his eyes bright with curiousity...Janey, so tough on the outside and her flippant manner so endearing...Weasel, his pure dedication and resourcefulness shining through when it really counted...and Ally, standing defiantly in the washroom on the Callisto, facing Logan squarely and calling her 'Gold.' For some reason, all these images drove Logan on, made the importance of getting this information back to the Callisto even more imperative. For the Fleet, the remnants of the Colonies and especially, for Bronze Squadron.
Brik slowed in front of them and Logan heard the unmistakable sounds of approaching footsteps from the corridor to their left. He fell back instinctively and allowed Skyler and Logan to pass him, weapons at the ready as they flattened their backs to the wall in anticipation of another Cylon attack.
We're so close. So close to the Bay. Logan looked at Skyler for a micron and waited. Skyler nodded and Logan went to her knees, a blaster in each hand as Skyler stood and aimed his own weapons at the opening of the corridor. If they got lucky there wouldn't be many and they could drop them as they turned. If they got lucky.
Lazant and Ike broke around the corner. There was a micron where the four Warriors froze, fingers on the triggers of their weapons, surprise on their faces as their thought processes caught up with their instincts.
"Frack," Logan breathed.
Before anyone could say anything more, footsteps echoed down the corridor to their right. These had a distinctive metallic clink to them that was unmistakeable.
The spell broken by Logan's utterance and the imminent arrival of more Cylons, Ike moved to Brik and helped him shift Ally into his arms, allowing Brik to check his weapons. "Ike, get her back to the drop ship and patch up her shoulder. It looks like a clean wound but she's lost a lot of blood." Ike moved back down the lefthand corridor at a trot with Ally.
"Where's the rest of Bronze?," Lazant asked.
A shadow flickered over Skyler's face, one that was reflected in Logan and Brik's eyes as well. But it passed quickly as they took in their situation.
"Didn't make it." Skyler was already moving down the corridor, Logan and Brik bringing up the rear, constantly vigilant for any signs of the approaching Centurions that they knew were there and coming to stop them from getting off the Baseship.
Lazant seemed about to say something else, but Skyler talked over him, "We don't have time for questions. Those tin cans will be on top of us any micron." Skyler reached back and took the computer pack from Logan, a look passing between them that spoke volumes. They had been friends for a long time and knew what each was thinking had to be done now.
Skyler shoved the computer gear into Lazant's hands as they all broke through the doorway to the Launch Bay. "We've seen the Purple Cylons. They're coming. Take this terminal and get it back to the Callisto. We lost some good Warriors getting that computer core information, so you make sure it gets to the Commander."
"What? What are you...?" Lazant started to ask.
"We're going to hold them off for you, give you time to get the frack out of here. There's a charge set in the core. You don't have much time." Skyler was scanning the Bay as he spoke. Logan and Brik had moved to the heavy infantry guns that Skyler had the Infantry troops bring on the mission. It was a true mark of their friendship that the three of them hadn't even had to discuss that they would cover the retreat. Several of the Infantry troops had taken up positions on their flanks and they were aiming at the opening to the bowels of the ship as the sounds of the Cylons approaching grew even louder.
Lazant stood there with the computer in his hands as Skyler called for the remaining Warriors to board the drop ships and get out of there. A laser blast shot through the doorway as the Cylons entered the bay and let loose a barrage of fire as the first drop ship cleared the Bay and shot into space.
Skyler pushed Lazant and yelled, "Move," forcing him towards the remaining drop ship. Skyler dropped behind a Cylon Raider and rolled to the defensive line Logan, Brik and the Infantry had established.
Logan fired on the Cylons as they emerged through the doorway the Warriors had recently exited themselves.
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Post by Brie on Sept 21, 2006 12:57:54 GMT -6
Lazant knew it wasn't the time to argue, but he also wasn't going to be the one to return to the Callisto with the computer information. He had been placed on the mission by Commander Sheba herself and he wasn't going to abandon his responsibilities. Plus he was a better shot with more experience than most of the team put together. "I'm not about to..." Lazant started but never finished. In an instant everything changed. There was an explosion, obviously one of the Cylons had figured out what he was holding. Lazant hadn't been shot, but the brightness and the shrapnel caused him to instinctively cover his eyes, dropping the computer.
A micron later Lazant felt someone grab his arm. "The computer..." he mumbled.
"It's been picked up," the person told him. "Are you okay?"
"It's my eyes," Lazant said. "I...I can't see."
"You've been burned pretty badly," the voice informed him. "Come on, Captain, let's get you home."
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Post by Amy81 on Sept 23, 2006 7:35:31 GMT -6
The scene was like something from a nightmare. Screams, shouts, bright flashes and deafening explosions that shook everything...
...were suddenly gone as dropship one's huge door swung shut as it left the deck for the safety of space. The only sounds now were of heavy breathing, coughing, and the moans of the wounded.
The med techs had more than they could handle as Ike approached with one more. A med tech motioned him over, and Ike laid his burden down as gently as he could.
The tech had seen a lot over the yahrens, but something about the sight of this female warrior, bloodied and pale, nearly brought tears to his eyes. "Frack she's lost a lot of blood" he said, reaching for his gear. He grabbed a syringe, opened her jacket to expose her shoulder, and injected her with it's contents.
He reached in and pulled up the woman's dogtags. "L-Tude" he read aloud. He applied pressure to her shoulder wound with a compress as he spoke to her. "L-tude" he said. He smoothed aside her matted hair from her face, looking into her eyes, relieved to find a spark there. "L-tude. Can you hear me? Stay with me, you got that?"
L-Tude's eyes moved slightly in order to look into the eyes of the tech. Her head moved, barely but nodding to him. She tried to speak but just started coughing instead.
"Easy L-Tude" the tech said. "Just lie still. Stay with me." He continued to apply the pressure. He stopped long enough to look at the wound, surprised to see the infection there. Whatever she'd been shot with was more than regular ammo. He returned the pressure, waiting for the drug to take effect. What he needed to do was a transfusion, but the field units weren't set up for that. "Just hold on, L-Tude. Stay with me L-Tude..."
He studied her face, her features achingly beautiful even now, and his heart broke as he looked into her eyes, willing hers to stay open and focused on his. Her lips were moving, but barely, no sound to the words she was trying to say. He nodded anyway, even managing a smile for a moment.
She was trying to get the words out, but they sounded only in her head. Ally. My name is Ally...
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Post by Skyler on Sept 23, 2006 23:14:03 GMT -6
The noise of the approaching Cylons grew louder. It would be only a matter of microns before they would appear. Skyler looked over his shoulder at the landing bay. It was a shambles, Silver Centurions littered the floor, smoke hung heavy in the air. The few remaining Colonials were either loading the last bits of gear, or in a defensive posture waiting. If those damn purple beast were the first ones thru, the drop ship would never make it off the deck. The heavy infantry rifles had not been used against them yet, but the shielding they employed didn't give him much hope that even with their devastating firepower that it would stop them. Skyler then spotted a crippled tank, its weapons systems still active. He turned to the Warriors around him...
"Get everyone back to the drop ship, I will be right behind you." Logan started to protest, but Skyler cut her off...
"Logan, the only hope we have is to slow them down. Hand weapons are not going to do that. Get going." and Skyler sprinted across to the smoldering tank, climbed up into the turbo laser turret and swung it around to the opening to the corridor. If the track hadn't of been blown off he would have shoved it into the opening and blew it to kingdom come. The first Centurion appeared and Skyler opened fire. The laser bolts melting thier armor as it came into contact. The Lords may well be with them, the purple ones were not in the lead.
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Post by BRIK on Sept 24, 2006 0:48:26 GMT -6
Brik watched with relief, hope, and a silent prayer on his lips as Dropship One left the bay. A certain social engagement on the Rising Star seemed very far away. At this point, he'd settle for a brief visit in MedLab. The voice of his friend and immediate commander brought his attention back to the job at hand. Skyler then spotted a crippled tank, its weapons systems still active. He turned to the Warriors around him...
"Get everyone back to the drop ship, I will be right behind you." While Logan took the briefest of moments for her typical protest, Brik moved to implement the new orders, checking his rifle and blasters as he moved, the rest of his gear dimly present as he focused on defending Skyler and helping him carry out whatever his plan might be. Hmnn...the rest of his gear... As he began to think about his personal inventory with new respect, Skyler began to open fire on the approaching cylons with the broken tank's truly heavy weapons, the laser bolts melting thier armor as it came into contact. The Lords may well be with them, the purple ones were not in the lead. His new respect for his gear was turning into relief and a considerable amount of delight. His chance to use his special gear occurred quite rarely and he might not have the chance again. It may not help but it couldn't remotely hurt. With those thoughts in his mind, Brik holstered his blasters and shouldered his rifle...and began tossing grenades down the corridor like candy at a parade. The cylons might need new wallpaper.
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Post by Amy81 on Sept 24, 2006 8:28:42 GMT -6
In dropship one, the medic kept the pressure on L-Tude's wound, happy to see the drugs take effect. He knew he should move on, for he was surely more useful elsewhere, but he couldn't bring himself to leave her side. She wasn't going to make it to the Callisto in time, but that didn't mean she'd have to die alone.
He squeezed her hand with his free one. "Easy now L-Tude" he said. "Callisto's coming right up. We'll have you in medlab real soon. Just stay with me."
Ally blinked but otherwise did not move. Her eyes were focused on something beyond the med tech, and for a moment he thought that this was her time, but then he realized that someone was looking over his shoulder.
"Give her room to breathe, warrior" the tech said, more than a little annoyed as he looked over his shoulder.
"How is she?" the warrior asked. He knelt down beside the tech, looking at Ally. He was a big man, incredibly muscular, and his eyes held a wild look from seeing a little too much this day. His uniform was singed in half a dozen places, several of which still smoldered.
The tech took all this in as he shook his head. "She's lost too much blood" he said softly.
"Give her mine" the warrior said, immediately beginning to shake out of his armor.
The tech shook his head. "It's not that simple. We don't know her type, your type..."
"We're the same" the warrior said simply. "Just do it." He held out his bare arm.
"How do you know this?" the tech asked.
The warrior looked at Ally fondly. Her eyes had been following him the entire time. "I know everything about her. We're in the same unit. Please, will it buy her time?"
The tech nodded, reaching for his gear. "Lords, I hope you are right." He sighed. "Get comfortable, Lieutenant....?"
"Bulk-up" the warrior replied. He laid down next to Ally, propped up a little so that she could still see him without moving her head. Again her lips began to move, but not a sound escaped....
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