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Post by Logan on Sept 24, 2006 11:20:17 GMT -6
Logan watched for the briefest moments as Skyler ran towards the tank, than turned back to the Infantry that were helping hold the line. "You heard him. Let's move."
The reverberations from the blasts of the tank hitting the Centurions as they came through the door traveled along the floor and up her legs as she braced herself. Retreating with the two remaining Infantry left standing, she fired her blaster towards the door, realizing as she did so that it was needless as she watched the armor of the tin cans melting under the steady fire. Lowering her blaster slightly, but prepared should she need to use it again, she kept backing away, scanning the bay for other entrances, wary that the Purple Cylons hadn't appeared as of yet. The disastrous confrontation with them in the corridor could not be their only attempt to stop the Colonials from getting off the Baseship.
She turned her head briefly, noting that the Infantrymen, Peakes and Coote, were still flanking her in the retreat and looked back to the dropship to see that several bolts of laser fire were still making it past them. The Cylons' aim was wild under the barrage from the tank and the remaining members of the team were climbing up the ramp of the ship, two Warriors covering the entrance and waving at Logan and her escorts that the way was clear for the micron.
Logan was aware of four things at once suddenly. She was falling forward, there were hands grabbing at her arms, her right knee was on fire as it hit the deck and she had lost her grip on her blaster. For some reason she was most troubled by the fact that her blaster clattered to the deck just as she landed hard beside it. It was only inches from her as she reached for it, but she realized that she couldn't move her arm. There was something heavy laying across her back.
She knew it was a body before her head managed to turn the fraction of an inch she was able. It was Peakes. He was staring vacantly at her, blood tricking from the corner of his mouth. "Coote..."she tried to yell, but it came out a hoarse whisper. She couldn't turn her head the other way to see what happened to him. And with the deafening noise of the firefight she doubted anyone could hear her anyway.
Her only option was to move him off her. She tried to take a quick inventory to make sure she wasn't injured, but the weight of Peakes, geared up in heavy Infantry armor and the pain in her leg where it had connected with the deck were all she was aware of. She managed to get her arms under her chest and pushed up, rolling at the same time, to dislodge Peakes enough for her to climb out from under him. As soon as she attempted to pull her right leg from under his, pain exploded behind her eyes and she gasped with surprise.
Looking down, she gritted her teeth and with sheer force of will pulled herself completely from under Peakes. She looked over at him and realized a stray laser blast must have got him as they retreated. He must have been hit in the back, because she couldn't see the wound, only a pool of blood forming under him where he lay. She looked around and didn't see Coote anywhere so she assumed he must have made it to the dropship unaware of what had happened to the others.
She didn't want to, but she took a micron to look down at her leg. A laser blast had gone through her uniform and into flesh just above her knee. The red stain was spreading through her uniform pants and trickling down into her boot. She cast a glance at the dropship. She couldn't see the ramp because of the smoke from a nearby ship that had obviously been hit by the latest barrage of Cylon fire.
Logan reached out her hand and closed her fingers around the reassuringly familar grip of her blaster. Frack she muttered to herself as she tried to shift into a sitting position. Breathing hard and feeling lightheaded, she started a mantra inside her head as she drug herself to a nearby cargo crate. Frack...Frack...Frack.
Reaching up with her free hand, she grabbed the lip of the crate and pulled herself to one knee, leaving the right leg hanging useless.
Frack.
She started coughing as the smoke from the burning ship filled her lungs. She was disoriented and scanned to the left to get her bearings, past the smoking hulk that was a Cylon Raider. She saw the ramp to the cargo ship. It was still open and their was movement around the entrance. Her leg throbbed as she attempted to put weight on it.
Frack.
Her knuckles were white from the ferocity of her hold on the lip of the cargo crate. Her legs were shaking.
Frack.
The noise of Skyler in the tank, raining fire down on the Cylons was the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness.
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Post by Brie on Sept 24, 2006 16:56:38 GMT -6
Lazant sat silently on the dropship. Someone had helped him to a seat and fixed his restraints. He knew that there were others injured worse than he was, he probably wouldn't receive any medical attention until they were back on the Callisto, but how he wished someone would give him something for the pain! He had never felt anything even close before. He could tell that his arms, neck and face were badly burned. The worst part was his eyes, he covered them with his injured hands because it was too painful to even try to see. There was no reason to try, he knew that at least temporarily he had been blinded.
Since he was being left alone for the micron he replayed what had just transpired in his mind. For no reason whatsoever Skyler handed me the computer components. Skyler hadn't wanted me along on the mission. Skyler had questioned my being there. Skyler had sent me away to fulfill a duty that I hadn't been assigned to. Skyler had looked a little bit green each time that I reminded him that Brie trusted me. In his mind Lazant watched it again. Skyler handed me the computer components just as the Cylons had arrived. The Cylons knew what I was holding. In slow motion he could see the centurion launching an explosive of some type. It was all becoming so clear to Lazant. Out of a strange sense of jealousy or something equally as twisted, Skyler used the Cylons to try to kill me.
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Post by Brie on Sept 27, 2006 7:45:42 GMT -6
The pilot of the dropship double checked the readings before him. "I thought this base was supposed to be powerless!" he exclaimed. "But there's a huge power buildup not too far from us."
"Must be a self-powered weapon of some type," the co-pilot said.
"Then we're out of here," the pilot replied, starting the engines.
"But we don't know if everyone..."
"If it is a weapon and they fired upon us, the whole bay will blow," the pilot said. "We'll get the wounded back to the Callisto, then send another ship for any stragglers. But if we don't leave now there will be NO survivors."
"You're right," the co-pilot remarked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Microns later the dropship darted away from the Cylon baseship, a huge beam of energy just missing them. "At least the fuel tankers got away," the pilot said. "This mission wasn't a total bust."
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Post by Logan on Sept 27, 2006 14:14:19 GMT -6
Logan opened her eyes slowly, coughing a bit and realizing as she did so, that her leg was throbbing. Her fingers were locked in a firm grip around the handle of her blaster. She was flat on her back on the deck and it didn't take her any time at all to realize she was in a vulnerable position.
The smoke from the burning Raider curled in the air over her head, but she didn't see any laser blasts filling the air as had been the case before she blacked out.
Sitting up as fast as she dared, her eyes scanned her immediate surroundings...cargo crates...smoking hulk of a Raider...the drop ship leaving the bay and shooting into space just as a ray of bright light barely missed it...
What the frack? Where did that beam come from? was her first thought. Her second, There goes the last ride home.
Beyond the Raider was the noise of Skyler and Brik trying to blast the Cylons back to the Colonies, but her view was obstructed. She needed to move, find out what was happening. She shrugged out of her uniform jacket and looked at her leg. The stain had stopped spreading, which she took to be a good sign. Hurts like Hades though. She ripped the lining from her jacket and tied it around her wound, hoping to stem the bloodflow that she was afraid would start up again once she applied pressure to her leg.
Taking her blaster up again and reaching for the nearest crate, she got to her feet and remained conscious this time. The pain was bad, but it didn't seem to be a serious hit.
Now that she was on her feet once more, she moved around the Raider until she could see what was happening on the other side of the Bay. Skyler was still in the tank laying waste to the main entry into the bay from the interior of the Base Ship. Brik was lobbing grenades into a secondary corridor causing structural mayhem on a devastating level. It looked like all the entrances into the Bay had been sealed.
Which means the Cylons can't get to us for now. And with our last ship gone, we have no way out either.
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Post by LucianG on Sept 28, 2006 6:16:16 GMT -6
On the last drop ship, Lucian broke open another first aid kit, quickly bound his own cuts and scrapes, and then moved to help some of the unattended wounded, knowing that they far outnumbered the medics. With the way things had happened at the end, he hoped he'd made the right decision to send the engineers on home aboard the shuttles while he remained in the landing bay to control the remaining equipment, and if necessary, to assist with the fighting. He hadn't been much use in the final fight before takeoff because he was far too busy dragging wounded, or possibly dead, Troopers and Warriors onto the craft.
"Help...me!" called a Trooper, and Lucian moved over to him. It was obvious the young man was in shock and had lost a lot of blood. Lucian quickly put a staunch pack against the visible wound, then rolled him over to make sure there wasn't a worse wound elsewhere. Seeing none, he continued to apply pressure as he secured the pack, hoping that there were no major arteries involved in the wound. The Med Techs would have to see to that later, if there was a later for the young man. He threw a survival blanket over the Trooper to help keep him warm, knowing that it was a nice gesture but was quite useless from a thermodynamic perspective. The Trooper's remaining armor would be much more effective at keeping him warm than the reflective blanket ever would be unless....
Lucian shook his head at the useless thought, and then said, "Just stay still, Trooper, you did great, and you'll be fine. I'll be back in a couple of centons after I check on one of your buddies." The Trooper nodded weakly, more in response, Lucian suspected, to the sound of a human voice than to what he had actually said.
A vaguely familiar looking man held a burned hand over his face, which also appeared to be badly burned. The man was rocking forward and back in his seat restraints in severe pain from the burns. Lucian checked the kit and found the bottle he was seeking. Popping the seal, he said, "Hold on buddy, I've got some burn spray that may help a bit. It's supposed to 'protect' the burns, though it won't do much for making them any better, but at least it's got some analgesic compound in it to help ease at least part of the pain. If you'll move your hand away from your face, I'll give you a spray."
"It's not 'buddy'...it's Captain," gritted Lazant as he moved his hand away from his eyes to accept the spray. Lucian, finally recognizing the head of the Callisto's branch of the Warrior Training Academy, was surprised to see his one-time nemesis so badly burned that he paused momentarily--
"Well," griped Lazant, "will you get on with it?"
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Post by LucianG on Oct 3, 2006 5:51:57 GMT -6
The engineers' shuttles arrived on the Callisto, one after the other. Everyone was sent through decontamination as quickly as possible while a small army of Techs attacked first one and then both shuttlecraft, cleaning and scouring them both inside and out in case something malevolent might have been picked up from the Cylon Base Star or the outer wisps of atmosphere where that ship orbited.
Fallel, having smoothly landed the second shuttle, exited his ship and moved toward the decon chamber. Not seeing the Fleet Security Officers he'd requested prior to landing, he called to one of the Techs, saying, "Get Fleet Security to that shuttle. We have a Cylon prisoner aboard. Have him taken to the brig."
The Tech, a sergeant in charge of one of the teams, exclaimed in alarm, "A Cylon! And you left it on there all by itself? What in the nine hells were you thinking! If it escapes and tries to fly that shuttle, it could do all kinds of damage! You idiot, you've got to be crazy!"
Fallel, too tired to respond to the verbal abuse, started to step into the decon chamber, but giving it a second thought, called back to the Sergeant, "Oh, I don't think he'll be going anywhere without some help."
As the door started to close, he saw several black-shirted officers come running into the landing bay, heading toward the shuttles....
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Post by Amy81 on Oct 4, 2006 12:16:34 GMT -6
Bulk-up studied Ally's face intently, looking for signs of improvement as his lifeforce flowed into her. Occasionally he looked over at the med tech, but the expression he found there had him worried.
"Stay with me L-Tude" the tech insisted, looking her in the eyes. They seemed unfocused to him, and her face had a sweaty, pasty look. He'd injected a stim to boost her vitals, but it hadn't had much effect.
"Her name is Ally" Bulk-up said, his voice breaking as he said her name. His hand had been on her head, smoothing back her hair gently. He lightly touched at her bruised eye, an injury he'd caused a lifetime ago. "I'm sorry" he said softly.
Her eyes focused on him as he'd said her name. She blinked once, a tear trickling down and onto his hand.
Bulk-up found his own vision blurring as tears came to his eyes as well. The dropship suddenly shuddered as the engines slowed down. They were on final approach to the Callisto.
"Hold on Ally" he said to her, his features twisting in grief...
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Post by Logan on Oct 5, 2006 11:29:32 GMT -6
A thin layer of dust hung in the bay at eye level. The engine of the tank and the crumbling of the corridor ceilings were the only sounds.
Logan checked the charge on her blaster and moved from the relative safety of the burning ship. There were scorch marks on the deck, which was littered with the detritus of battle...hunks of metal that used to take the forms of Cylons, storage crates and the Lords knew what else.
A snatch of brown in the sea of gray and black at her feet made Logan pause and kneel on her left, uninjured leg, wincing with the movement. She brushed the collapsed shell of a storage crate out of the way to reveal the Warrior who lay underneath. Instinctively, her hand went to the man's neck to check for a pulse. Nothing.
Looking up and around, she saw that Skyler was climbing down from the tank and joining Brik in a survey of the bay. She rose to her feet with slight difficulty and signaled in their direction.
A low rumbling and a distant thump pulled her up short. They weren't out of this yet.
She closed the distance between herself and her fellow Warriors in a micron, despite her wound. Logan was no expert on heavy ground artillery, but one look at the damaged tank and she knew it was fried.
Skyler was pulling his rifle from his shoulder strap and surveying the bay. 'Report."
Logan ignored the thumping noises as she summed it up for her CO and friend. "Both Drop Ships cleared. With the core data intact. Looks like all the survivors made it out." She grimaced as she noted the bodies of the Troopers that didn't make it on the defensive line.
"The best I can figure, we have a few meters of Base Ship corridor blocking us from the Cylons. And a charge in the core that will blow before help can get here from the Callisto."
Logan could see Skyler's eyes alight with determination. He had a plan.
She looked at Brik and smiled.
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Post by BRIK on Oct 6, 2006 2:54:38 GMT -6
Brik tossed the lst of his grenades as the last dropship left the bay.
He should feel at least a little sad that he'd just watched one of the finest (and most wounded) warriors that he'd ever known leave on the last ship headed for home. But he looked around and saw Skyler mopping up the scorched remains of the enemy and Logan, wounded but walking, approaching their "last stand". Others might be concerned to see a friend wounded in battle. Not for Logan, it just made her meaner and more determined...and he believed in his heart that she actually enjoyed being wounded in combat. She was usually in a bad mood when she came back unscathed. And a warrior can ask little better than the honor of dying with people that he loves so all was actually quite well.
A low rumbling and a distant thump got their attention just as Skyler was pulling his rifle from his shoulder strap and surveying the bay.
'Report."
Logan ignored the thumping noises as she summed it up for her CO and friend. "Both Drop Ships cleared. With the core data intact. Looks like all the survivors made it out." She grimaced as she noted the bodies of the Troopers that didn't make it on the defensive line.
"The best I can figure, we have a few meters of Base Ship corridor blocking us from the Cylons. And a charge in the core that will blow before help can get here from the Callisto."
Logan could see Skyler's eyes alight with determination. He had a plan.
She looked at Brik and smiled. Brik returned her smile.
Turning away from his two comrades, Brik approached the access hatch on the nearest and most intact Raider, pausing as he reached the rungs of the access ladder. "I'm assuming Skyler's plan has something to do with stealing a Cylon ship,stop me if I'm wrong. In the meantime..." He bowed slightly, extending one arm to indicate the hatch "...Ladies first."
Brik looked at Logan and smiled.
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Post by Logan on Oct 7, 2006 18:28:34 GMT -6
Turning away from his two comrades, Brik approached the access hatch on the nearest and most intact Raider, pausing as he reached the rungs of the access ladder. "I'm assuming Skyler's plan has something to do with stealing a Cylon ship,stop me if I'm wrong. In the meantime..." He bowed slightly, extending one arm to indicate the hatch "...Ladies first."
Brik looked at Logan and smiled.
Logan looked quickly behind her at Skyler and then faced Brik again, one hand on her hip, the other still clutching her blaster a little tighter than she intended. She'd never let them know just how much pain her leg was causing her, not if she could help it. It took her a micron to realize he was talking about her and she almost laughed.
"Well, I don't see any ladies around, but if you'd like to wait for some to show up, be my guest," Logan said with a smirk as she moved past Brik. The entrance hatch was tricky to navigate with her injured leg, but she bit into her lower lip and pulled herself through.
The light from the launch bay filtered through the hatch to illuminate the interior of the Raider. Logan moved to the closest of the foreward seats and immediately began the preps for takeoff. Brik slid into the seat beside her and looked at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement lining his face. "Do you know how to fly one of these things?"
The bead of sweat on her brow was the only indication of her internal struggle with the pain in her leg. She could feel the warmth of blood spreading along her makeshift bandage and knew that the wound had opened again. Her eyes were focused on the panel in front of her and she turned to the right for a micron to adjust a couple of gauges before answering him. "No."
"No?"
She looked at him and shrugged. "How hard can it be?"
Brik shook his head. They had all studied schematics of Raiders and knew the principles behind the technology. It was standard coursework in the Academy. But practical application of that knowledge had never seemed likely to become an issue. But Logan knew her skills. She was a pilot, first and foremost. And she welcomed the challenge. Anything to get my mind off this fracking leg.
"What the frack?" Logan breathed as the main computer came online and her screens lit up.
Brik's low whistle was her confirmation that he had noticed the differences too. "This isn't your average Raider."
Although the ship looked like the standard Raider externally, there were apparent differences in the cockpit.
Skyler came through the hatch and sat behind them in the command chair.
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