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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:00:05 GMT -6
<Randrius>
Randrius broke off from the main group and headed toward another fray. Dasher wing was engaged by twice there number of Raider and they needed help. His first shots caught a Raider pursuing Lazant. Without a word, he dived into the fray. Two Cylon swung in on his tail as one. "OK, you little bastards, catch me if you can." He hit his turbos and went into a tight starboard turn. He rolled and sideslipped to port, then dived, entering a corkscrew spin as he did so. Half on instinct, he found a Cylon's tail and vaporized him. At his arrival it had been fifteen on seven. As he left, it was now eight on seven. He heard Captain Lazant transmit a thank you, which he acknowledge. Now he hit his turbos and tried to catch up to the Black's again. Maybe even pick off a couple of Raiders that now trailed them.
<Lucian>
Black Ice wing had done damage to the enemy, but so far had taken little in return. On Lieutenant Lucian's scanner, he saw a large and reassembled group of Raiders coming in from behind the Callisto. Veering off sharply, Black Ice stabbed into the oncoming enemy, as some other Warriors defended the landing bay area on the other side of the ship.
With the fire from the rear of the Callisto providing cover, the group of six Black Squadron Warriors approached at a relatively sharp angle from below the plane of the incoming Raiders, before shallowing out to fire at the few Raiders that peeled off to meet their attack. Laser fire lanced out from both sides, with the Raiders fluttering their “wings” in an attempt to prevent a targeting lock, and the Viper pilots twisting their craft to keep the Cylons from locking on to them. Lieutenant Lucian was disappointed to see only six opposing Raiders; in his opinion, Black Ice wing wasn’t getting the respect it deserved, and the Cylons would have to pay for the slight, and pay quickly. Unfortunately, the Cylon commanders had evidently ordered most craft to pursue the Callisto instead of taking on the interceptors. That means, Lucian thought, they are probably learning to combat us more effectively. Well, we’ll just have to be a little more creative! “Black Ice,” he said to the wing, “180 high twist, 20 degrees offset, blasting on the pullout. Wings, stay with your lead. Ice Two,” he said to Wendy, “hang on, we’ll be exposed if they counter just right. Now!”
Lasers blazing, the two groups swept through each other. Lieutenant Stadia nailed one Cylon, but other than that, everyone on both sides avoided everyone else’s fire for the pass. The Vipers immediately went into their climb. As they went through the maneuver, their scanners suddenly lit up, indicating that a second group had peeled off and were coming straight for their pullout position. They pulled out early, completely out of position, but safe to start another attack setup all over again. And that, Lucian thought, seeing that his entire flight wing was safe and reasonably in order, is the way of combat. So Black Ice turned once more, and shot off after the rest of the Cylon attack force to try yet again.
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The Dashers had not fared well in the last few centons since receiving help from Ensign Randrius. Despite giving as well as they had taken, Captain Lazant knew that for Colonial Warriors, that was not good enough. Lieutenant Resonat was now his wing, and Lieutenant Martinzi and one of the young Ensigns whose name he could not even remember at the moment, were all that was left of his group. Martinzi was currently shouting that he had one on his tail, and where was Dasher Four? Captain Lazant came around in time to see the Raider and fire at almost precisely the same time the Cylon did. Lazant flew through the fiery remains of the Cylon a micron later. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the explosion of Lieutenant Martinzi’s Viper. Hitting his comm., he called, “Mar-tin-zi! Frell! Did anyone see if Martinzi ejected?” Before he could give a coordinate, his craft was rocked by fire from more incoming Cylons, he had to turn to deal with them, to draw them away from the area where he hoped the C.O.R.A. would find a defenseless, but intact, ejection cockpit.
Martinzi was dazed and disoriented. He flipped the small switch to activate his homing beacon, in hopes that a C.O.R.A. drone could be dispatched to bring him home. He killed his helmet lighting, since there was an old story that told of a Warrior who was picked off in his ejection cockpit due to the Cylon spotting the dim lighting. He hit his comm, but got no response.
With Cylon and Colonial craft zooming all around, with lasers firing, he now knew that he would have to be very lucky to be picked up at all. His ejection cockpit might would function for up to several cycles, but he knew that the Callisto would not be here anywhere close to that long.
It would take even more than he knew to be rescued, however, since his homing beacon had been damaged by the explosion. He waited silently, dying slowly, not knowing that no one would ever know his fate.
<Wendy>
Through all the cross firing, and concentrating closely, on following her wing, Ensign Wendy,blew the hair from her eye's her body was aching and tired, how much more of this could she take, with little sleep, (due to excitement and partying with her former cadet friends) as a fully fledged fighter pilot she didn't expect to jump into the cockpit on her first day, let alone fly for what it seemed like centons fighting the tiresome cylons. all she wanted to do was get back to her bunk and catch up on some sleep. Out the corner of her eye she thought that she had seen a small missile leave the burn up of the Viper that had just taken a hit, "eh Lt have I just imagined it, was that an ejection from a cockpit I have just seen?" At the same time, she heard Lazant’s call about Martinzi, but no location. "Let’s hope, Wendy. Where did you see it?" asked the Lieutenant "There on the right I thought I saw a flash from that Viper we have just lost" as she looked over she saw a faint glow from the interior light then, as she was just about to mention the glow, the light extinguished with this she thought that's it i'm loosing my mind i'm seeing lights that disappear, but with her intuition she knew what it really was, it was Lt Martinzi, who had ejected from his burning craft, she had just finished the study time on safety from the cockpit, as she was going to speak again, Lucian was on the com link to the Callista, Pilot needs assistance, pilot needs assistance, he gave the co-ordinates over to the Callista, so that a CORA could be disptched to collect the fallen pilot. Lets hope that it was not too late for the poor man or woman that was out there in the dark waiting for assistance, just the thought made Wendy shiver, could she get used to this unecessary figting she had never known peace time, but she could never realise why the fighting had to be so, all she wanted was peace and her next sleep period.
<Jarrynn>
After running to catch up with Lieutenant Cain. He was easier to catch than Najinn. Grabbing his arm, Ensign Jarrynn still out of breath, demanded -out of fear- "Where do you think you are going?" Seeing the need to go in Cain's eyes, I released his arm, resigned and sighed. Placing a gentle hand on his arm, "Please if you start to feel worse promise me" *looking at Lieutenant Cain in the eyes* "promise me you will return immediately. You are no good to us if you are sick in your Viper. And just make sure you and Najinn are wearing your dark sheilds. Don't worry about me. If I get written up, well that is my worry... just don't play hero if you are seriously sick." Against my better judgement, I let go of Lieutenant Cain's arm. "Just be careful and report back the moment this is over!!!" I watch him run to catch up to Najinn. I hope this descision I made won't come back to haunt me. I hope Doc will understand. Heading back to sickbay to help out, I hope I just didn't sign their death sentences.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:00:35 GMT -6
<Amy>
The following was inspired from posts by Skyler (th. 472) and Charybdis (th. 474)! Also Randius’s postings too! Good going guys!
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For kicks, written this from inside Lieutenant Amy’s head, picking up the events as Amy and Skyler head to the Callisto to refuel…
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Randius sure was kicking tail out there! And I needed it right at that moment. Gratefully I swung around and headed for the Callisto to refuel. Skyler indicated that the spreader tank that was still stubbornly clinging to the bottom of my Viper wouldn’t be in the way when I would land. Callisto flight command seconded that opinion, so towards the bay I went.
On final approach, I saw an explosion off to one side. Randius was still with us, protecting Skyler and me as we came in. Thank you, Randius! After the long mission to Shonada Delta, and now the raging battle, the break for refueling would be a welcome relief. I felt sore all over.
I landed the bird without a hitch, and taxied over to the refueling area. The techs there gave me a look. “We can’t service you now”; one of them called out as I raised the canopy. “We’re only refueling Vipers that are undamaged!” He was looking at the mangled tank underneath my Viper.
“Grab the fracking thing and twist it off”, I snapped at him. “I’m going back out. Refuel me”. He looked at me doubtfully, then called several other techs over. One began the fueling operation; the other two disappeared underneath my ship. It began to rock, and I guess they were really trying to twist it off. I busied myself with my cockpit readouts, and tried to take a closer look at the stubborn joystick.
The first tech popped his head up. “It ain’t coming off, Lieutenant”; he said shaking his head. “It’s like the thing was welded there”.
“Forget it”, I replied. “I’ll take it out like it is”. The tech just nodded. Things were too crazy at the moment to haggle about it. He moved on to another Viper. Skyler’s Viper. It had taxied up next to mine. The techs got on it fast, beginning the refuel routine.
Skyler hopped out and came over to my Viper. Good! I’d welcome the chance to offer thanks and blessings. "Amy, are you ok? I noticed your Viper died for a centon”, Skyler asked. I offered a few words to downplay the felgercarb my Viper had put me through. Skyler continued: "Amy, you can not go fight if you can not count on this Viper. Grab another one, or get the tech to start on it now. I don't want you out there to be a target for the tin cans. You are too good a warrior, and friend for that."
I just nodded, and Skyler hopped down off of the wing, and headed back to his ship. I admit he looked pretty concerned, and I’m sure he was, but I wasn’t in the mood for more of the same: people telling me what I could or couldn’t do. I didn’t want to snap at Skyler, so I didn’t say anything. Truth was, my impatience was getting to me again. I didn’t need this fracking Viper acting up. It had nearly got me killed. But I couldn’t turn my back on my brothers out there, and get out of fighting on a stinking technicality. Back in his Viper, Skyler fired his turbos and was gone. Good luck, Skyler.
I looked down at my mischievous joystick, and fiddled with it while refueling continued. When I looked up, I saw Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis heading my way. Oh, great! Another one who’s going to tell me what I can’t do! I know the look I gave him. I looked like I got caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing. Actually, from my reflection on the dials of the cockpit, I looked like hell. I’d been half a heartbeat from death, so I guess I wouldn’t look like a glamour queen right about now anyway.
Looking into Charybdis’s eyes, I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. It was a look of pride that I’d longed for from the Lieutenant Colonel. Just a little approval. Just to be accepted as a warrior on my own merit. At that moment, I finally got it! Unexpectedly, a few tears began to well up in my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him right then, but when I was headed for eternity out there, thoughts of him were the ones I was taking with me.
He reached up and put a hand on my shoulder. "Amy, thank the Lords you're safe! You can't go back out there. This Viper is in no condition to fly. The techs need time with it. Take some time to slow down. You've just gone through a heck of an ordeal." Okay, that sure killed the mood.
I gave him the look of death. I was pretty good at it when it came time to put my foot down about something. I actually think he dreaded the appearance of that look! I gave it to him square in the eyes. "I'm part of Gold Squadron and my squadron is out there fighting to the death. What you order for them, you order for me too." End of discussion.
I watched him wrestle with it a little. He was searching my face with his eyes, and I couldn’t tell really what he was looking for in it. A look of resignation crossed over his face. "Frack, I'm not going to be able to stop you, am I?" Bingo! The look wins again.
I shook my head at him. No way.
He looked down the launch tube. I looked too, and could see the flashes of the battle that still raged outside. He looked back at me after a micron, and a different look passed briefly over him. It almost looked wistful. Then he grew determined. "Amy, follow me" he said. I nearly shot back, “Oh no, I’m not falling for that one”, but I didn’t. I knew somehow that he wasn’t pulling a fast one on me to keep me from launching. I got up, taking his hand for help in climbing down.
He led me down the launch prep area, his hand still firmly in mine. We stopped near the end, where some pristine Vipers stood. "Jump in Battlestar ben's ship," he said, releasing my hand after a pause. I gave him a look of thanks, and ran up to the waiting Viper. I regretted Ben not being here to fly it himself. “Don’t worry, Ben”, I thought, trying to mentally send him a message, wherever he was. “I’ll take care of your Viper” [note, it is believed that Ben crashed a borrowed Viper!].
I stood with one foot in the cockpit, and took the opportunity to remove my helmet for a second. It felt like I’d worn it for a yahren. I ran a hand through my hair, smoothing it back before putting the helmet back on. As I jumped into the Viper, I looked down to where I expected Charybdis to be, but he wasn’t standing next to Ben’s Viper! He had climbed into the next one over! Our eyes met, and I gave him a little smile.
" Amy, stick on my wing and we'll be alright. Prepare to launch!" Charybdis’s voice crackled through my COM system. After a moment, he shouted "Launch!"
I hit the three turbo buttons, and launched down the tube. The delay that I was getting used to on my own Viper wasn’t present in Ben’s, and I got pounded back into my seat a bit more forcefully than usual. Ahead of me I could see the stars, and in a moment I was among them. As we cleared the ship, Charybdis executed a roll to the right, and I was right there beside him. At that moment, it felt like that was where I’d always be.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:00:59 GMT -6
<Charybdis>
Man! It felt great to be behind the stick of a Viper again. It had almost been a yahren since my last recon patrol, but the time away had not been for nought. I had spent a considerable time in the simulators. Still, there's nothing to take the place of actually being out there...and to get right into a battle!
Amy stuck on my wing as we made our way past the rear of the Callisto. Strafing attacks were being made by some Cylon raiders from behind as they tried to land bombs into the landing bays. The one vulnerable area of any battlestar is the entrance to the bays. Once they are hit, then the Vipers cannot land to reload or refuel. Since we had almost all of our Vipers in the battle, I decided to stick close to the battlestar to make absolutely sure that the bays stayed clear. I told Amy my plan to stay above the rear end of the Callisto and when any raiders came from behind, we would circle around to nail 'em before they knew what him 'em!
Several times they came and on all occasions, we managed to shoot down at least one. My reflexes were good, not the greatest, but they served me well. I was really surprised with Amy. I remember one run when we came in behind the raiders, one split off from the group and tried to pinwheel behind us. She pulled off straight up and looped over him so that as he tried to line us up, I was already gone and Amy swooped in on him from behind and sent him to smithereens!! She was really showing what she could do. As I knew before we launched, she was doing just fine and she showed the true spirit of a Colonial Warrior. I would make sure to tell her that once this was all over. We could get back to some sanity again...
We had lost a few Warriors in the battle, damn good Warriors. But overall, we were holding our own and even turning the tide. Machines will never be a match for humans, no matter how many they throw at us. We'll be waiting for them every time!
I could already see some of the Cylon wings begin to turn back toward their baseships... the baseships!! Holy Frack!!! Even with depleted numbers they will get the chance to refuel and start another attack. We will have to finish this up, land everyone aboard the Callisto and get the frack out of here before the Cylons come back.
I began to round up some of the Silver Spar pilots into a flight wing as the battle wound down. It was time to start thinking about heading home.
It seems that we would live to fight another day, but the tinheads sure gave us a black eye this time.
I led Amy and the rest of the pilots in a perimeter sweep to keep any other Cylon stragglers at bay, that way we could finish up near the Callisto and have a clear shot at landing.
THere was still some hot fighting in and around the ship, but Gold and Black squadrons seemed to have it under control.
It was a fine day for the Warriors! Now we had to recover and regroup to fight another day!
<Brie>
"We've done all we can do from here," Captain Brie infomed the group that was with her. "Let's head back over to the main battle." "Roger, Captain," MaraJade replied. They had done their best to keep some of the Cylon Raiders away from the Callisto. Brie was pleased with the way that the new ensigns were handling themselves, the mixing of new and more experienced warriors seemed to be working.
As Brie tried to turn her Viper, she felt a slight hesitation. She refused to believe that there was anything wrong with her Viper. Sure, she had taken a hit earlier, but it had been responding ever since. She tried another quick turn, there was another hesitation. "Captain, are you all right?" Mara asked. Brie realized that she must have looked silly, turning around for no apparent reason. "I'm fine, Ensign," Brie lied. "Just checking the controls. Can never be too careful."
Soon they were back in the thick of the battle. Things finally seemed to be on their side, but there were enough Cylons around to not relax quite yet. The more she fought, the more Brie realized that there was indeed something wrong with her Viper. The hesitation was growing worse. "Gall monging Cylons," Brie muttered under her breath as another raider exploded in front of her. "Captain, check rear scan," Mara suggested. Sure enough, there were three raiders on their tails, and no one close enough to save them. "When I count to three, hit reverse thrusters," Brie said calmly. "One...two...three!" Both Brie and her wing hit reverse. Brie could tell from her scanner that MaraJade was now safely behind the raiders. Unfortunately for Brie, the hesitation had occurred again.
<MaraJade>
Not seeing Brie make it back from the reverse thrust, MaraJade panicked! (Did the cylons get her before she made it back?!) Getting angry over this, MaraJade went after them with a vengance. After taking the first one out, she could see Brie's Viper just sitting there. Seeing the fumes coming from the hit she took earlier, she knew this was not good! Taking care of the other two, she pulled up along side Brie's Viper. Seeing her through the canopy, Brie was not looking very good. She was leaned over and it looked bad. Sensing the calmness around her, Brie looked up and shook her head as if clearing her vision. Then it looked like she was gasping. "Captain, are you ok?"Mara asked with more concern then she wanted to come out. (Does she know how bad it really is?) "Ensign, the hit earlier did more damage than we thought. The Viper refused to manuver and I got hit again. There's a fuel smell in here. Man my head is killing me!!"Reaching up and touching her head she realized she was bleeding."Mara I am bleeding.And I can't see straight. I am not sure I will get back in one piece." MaraJade's concern hightened! She had to move quick! Changing her comm channel to the Calisto. "Ensign MaraJade to Calisto! Mayday! Captain Brie is hit and injured. Injuries consist of head lession which is bleeding and blurred vision, also there is a fume in the cockpit and causing dizziness. Permission to bring her in?!" "Calisto to Ensign MaraJade....bring her in! Will report to Med Lab to let them know to expect her." Changing her comm again, "Ok Captain, Calisto said to bring you in. Come on nice and easy I will stay with you the whole time. I will NOT leave my wing. That is one thing I learned in the academy. So let's say we take these birds home?" After many close calls and scarey moments, both Vipers landed. Helping Brie out of her ship and letting the techs deal with her Viper, MaraJade looked around. No sign of the Medical group yet. I am not waiting around! Grabbing Brie's arm and taking her weight on with her, MaraJade took her down to the sick bay. After handing her over to Holodoc and Jarrynn, and after many reassurances that she will be ok, MaraJade headed back to report in and await further orders. (Atleast Brie is alive! Thank the Lords of Kobol! It could have been worse!)
<Brie>
Captain Brie knew that she was lucky to be alive. But she also realized that they all were. She wanted more than anything to get back in the battle, she figured a little oxygen and a bandage were all she needed. But she also knew better than arguing with the medical staff. Even if she DID outrank most of them, they could still write her up.
Brie looked at her new friend MaraJade. They had saved each other's lives countless times that day. Brie wanted to thank her, but she also knew it was all part of being a warrior. Mara had a proud yet worried look on her face. "Ensign," Brie said, realizing it hurt to talk. "Yes, Captain?" Mara said. Brie smiled weakly. "Get back to your Viper. There's still a battle to be won." "Yes Captain," Mara replied and walked towards the door. As it closed behind her, Brie quietly mumbled, "thanks." She didn't know whether or not MaraJade had heard.
<holodoc>
Head Nurse Lt Holodoc got started on treating Capt Brie's injuries. Holodoc started out by getting some oxygen to Capt Brie & then started cleaning away the dried blood to get a better look at the head injury. It didn't take long with some help from Ensign Jarrynn even though she was a little quisy around blood. Lt Holodoc then started to seal the wound & bandage it. Holodoc had Capt Brie stay in Med Lab for awhile longer for obersavation & for the Doctor to take a look once she arrived back in Med Lab before giving the final release.
<Randrius>
Randrius was flying like one possessed. He and his Viper were one, his Viper like an extra appendage, sensors like extra eyes, and turbolasers like a new pair of fists. He dodged and weaved through the furball around the Callisto. His kill number, though he didn't know this at the moment, was well over a dozen. Two Cylons came in his aft and he reacted, but not soon enough. One of the Raiders shot scored near his engine, smoke began to flood his cockpit and his systems diagnostics lit up like a fireworks display before the Viper went dead. "Dammit!!!" He pulled a lever that activated the secondary generator he had put in yahrens before, but never used, he was suddenly glad he had it. He studied his computer as the ship came back on-line. There was signifigant damage to his sensors and his turbos were out. He also had a slow fuel leak. This was not good, but it wasn't bad enough to go in. He decided against retreating. Instead, he whirled his craft around, attempting to get back in his groove. His fire nailed the guilty party, turning them into a spectacular fireball. "Hurt, but not out, buddy."
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:01:22 GMT -6
<Skyler>
Skyler had no problem bustin raiders apart. They were everywhere. In fact, you didn't have to aim to hit one, just hold the fire button down.
As Skyler was banking to locate a new target, he saw Randrius take a hit. He pointed his Viper in that direction and kicked in the turbos. Before he got in range, he saw Randrius's Viper come back to life, and blast the approaching raider. He smiled for a second before he noticed two raiders approaching from his right side. Not enough time, so he lined up with them straight, holding turbos and firing.
Skyler destroyed the first one a micron, while the second took a sucide run on his Viper. Skyler kept firing, but this one appered to have sheilds. A micron before they were to smash into each other the raider's sheilds failed, and erupted into a supernova. Skyler held the controls steady as he passed through the fire/debris feild, peices of the raider slamming into his ship. It took a micron for the spots to clear, and he was off hunting Cylons again.
He made several more passes taking out 4 more raiders before having to refuel. Once in the landing bay the tech were at it again. Just as they were finished refueling one of the tech's approached with something in his hand.
Skyler raised his canopy..
"Hey Lieutenant Got a present for ya." and he tossed something shiney up to the cockpit. "Found it embedded in you underbelly, didn't damage anything, you are ready for launch."
Skyler looked caught the object gave the thumbs up, closed the canopy, and looked at the shiney peice of scrap and thought to himself. *Man that was too close* He then opened a small storage compartment and stowed the scrap peice of Cylon Helmet Armor the tech had pulled from his Viper, and launched to collect some more.
<MaraJade>
As she watched the sickbay crew work on her Captain, and new friend, she hoped that Brie would be ok. Hearing her speak thru the pain, telling to go back to fight on, MaraJade turned and headed out. For a moment she thought she heard a whispered thanks. Smiling to herself, she murmured " you're welcome get well." Hanging her head as she walked along the halls, listening to the sounds of her boots on the metal floors. For the first time since coming to the Calisto she felt alone. She had been alone most of her life, fighting just to get into the academy, then she found herself under Brie's wing. Silence hung heavy in the air. Climbing back into her Viper, realizing she would now fight on her own, unless there was someone needing a wing. Shaking her head, "nope it's just you and me kid," she said almost sadly. Putting her helmet back on, signaling the techs she was ready. "Core command, Ensign Jarrynn ready to launch. Awaiting any orders." (I will get them for you, that's a promise, Captain. Here's hoping I can cover my own butt.)
<Lucian>
"Raiders in range in four centons, Commander. Over 50 percent of the previously engaged Raiders have been destroyed or withdrawn. Base-Stars in range in six centons," the scanner operator said.
Commander Sheba ordered, "Halt all launches immediately. Our warriors are to disengage the Raiders as quickly as possible and return to the Callisto. We must be out of here in three centons. Are the calculations nearly complete?" Receiving an affirmative, the asked, "How are those C.O.R.A.'s doing? Do we have all our people who ejected?"
"Yes, Comman--"
The explosions rocked the ship! Two Raiders, successfully slipping through the protective laser fire, slammed their craft into the side of the Callisto, ending their mechanical lives in an attempt to disable the Battlestar. While their attempt did not succeed, firefighters were immediately dispatched to the damaged section. Several of the remaining Vipers were fighting off the last few Raiders in range capable of performing similar feats.
"Damage control reports no serious structural damage, although there are several casualties in the area, Commander. We can move to the jump location as soon as our Warriors are on board," Major CureMode reported.
"As soon as those last few are aboard, we jump from the newly computed location instead of the designated jump site. We just don't have time to get there before those Raiders arrive, with the Base-Stars pulling up right behind them," Sheba said. In her mind, she was thinking about the Base-Stars coming in much faster than had originally been calculated. Sensor/tracking interface would have to be updated immediately. "Tell those reluctant-to-disengage Warriors, they have less than two centons to be aboard if they don't want to be left behind, permanently!"
<Charybdis>
This is Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis.
Disengage and return to Callisto at once. Return to Callisto at once!!!
Get to the nearest landing bay to get clearance. Land at once!
Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis
<Skyler>
Skyler had just gotten back to the thick of battle. Targeting a Cylon Raider and vaporizing it. He banked to find another when the orders cracked across his comm system.
"Callisto to all Warriors, return to the Callisto now. We depart in 2 Centons. If you are not onboard you will be left behind."
A single word escaped his lips. "Frack!"
"Why now" thought Skyler "we have the tin heads on the run." "I hate having to tuck tail and run, but the Commander knows what she is doing."
Skyler turned his Viper in the direction of the Callisto, and kick his turbos. Smiling as his targeting scanners pick up a lone raider between him and the Callisto.
"Trying to sneak through are you" His targeting computer locked on and the Vipers laser cannons lashed out and turned the craft in a fireball.
Skyler approached the landing bay. Looking to make sure there weren't any damaged Vipers needing to land first, he signaled his approach and landed. The tech quickly moved his Viper to the side to make room for the next returning Warrior.
<MaraJade>
MaraJade was ready to launch again, when she heard the orders to return. Climbing out of her Viper as quickly as possible to allow the tech to move it out of the way for the returning warriors. Walking a little more faster this time, she went back to the sickbay. Finding Brie, sleeping with the oxygen still going to make sure she is ok and a bandage on her head. Upon her walking up Brie, opened her eyes and managed a smile that turned to confusion after looking around. "Captain, they are calling all Vipers back, so I didn't get a chance to go back out," (which is fine by me-I didn't have anyone to cover my tail). "I thought I would head back in and see how you are. I told you I would not leave my wing." Both women started laughing. "You know they say laughter is the best medicine. Now get some sleep. Hopefully no one will forget I am still on board, and get me some orders or I may end up heading to a bunk and crash. Unless of coarse you have new orders for me?"
<Wendy>
On hearing the command to return, Ensign Wendy was just getting her next wave of adrenalin, in her sights between herself and the Lt was a tin headed raider she knew that this shot would have to count, if by any chance she missed this crucial hit, she would have lost her first partner on her first mission, sweat glistened on her forehead and creases of concentration was written over her face, on firing the round of lasers there was an explosion so intense it appeared to have warmed her face, in an instant her vision was wiped away by the intensity of the fire, her heart missed a beat, "oh frack iv'e shot the Lt as well, has Lucian got any family, will I have to meet his grieved mother, wife, child, by the lords of Kobol what have I done." God shooting Ensign said the Lt over the com link, then as her vision cleared, she noticed that his Viper was banking to the right.Lets get back to the Callisto before they leave with out us. stated Lucian. Yes Sir exhaled the Ensign, she would not have to be the bearer of bad news to Lucian's family afterall. Clearance was given to land on Alpha deck, once out of the cockpit with knees shaking the young Ensign met the Lt for the first time and was relieved to know that he was just as shook up as she was, well now she said to the others gathered around what do we do now?
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:01:50 GMT -6
<Randrius>
Randrius heard the recall order, "Frack!" He knew that he would need help. "Randrius here, anyone nearby, I need cover. My turbos are dead and I'm gonna take awhile. He put his engines to full power and headed back to the Callisto, keeping a nervous eye on his sensor read-out. Three Raiders looped in toward. "I need help now!!!!" he hollered as the first enemy shots blazed past his craft. He dodged and weaved his best, only spectacular evasive flying was keeping him from becoming a fireball.
Seconds later, Randrius was thrown back into his seat when his turbos reconnected abruptly. "Oh, thank you baby, I love you too," He patted his Viper lovingly.
Minutes later, he landed and emerged into what amounted to a sea of pilots. 'I'll be damned, I made it,' he thought. <Doc BKJ>
As Doc was rushing a serious burn victim to med lab he noticed Cain & Najiin rushing by. She gave it no thought but continued on her way. Another burn victim was close behind and time was of the essence. When the other burn victim arrived Doc requested Nurse Holodoc to help with the cleaning of the damaged areas. "These wounds need to be cleanned before I can assess what degree of burns we are working with." "By the way, I'm glad to see that you are not afraid to let those warriors know who is in control here in this Med Lab." Holodoc smiled as both she and Doc shot a glance over to a very guilty looking Cain & Najiin. We'll have another look at them when we are finished here. Till then let them stew a little." Doc and Nurse Holodoc proceeded to work on the burn victims.
Ensign Jarryn was checking on the patients who had breathed noxious gas into their lungs. Lieutenant Mossycat seemed to be doing much better. Her coughing was down to a minimum and her breathing seemed to be less hindered. Doc was considering taking her off the oxygen soon to see if her lungs could handle it alone. Lieutenant Krissy and Lieutenant Battlestar Ben were stable but it was the two miners who were of the most concern to Doc. She was concern that the gas had already eaten through a major portion of their lungs. Recovery would be long in coming, if at all. If only Charybdis had made sure a med tech was aboard for this mission !! Accidents will happen ,yes, but had a med tech been along some of these injuries would not be as severe as they are!! Something had to be done and in Docs' mind she already knew what she was going to do!!!!
<Charybdis>
It is by regulations that all away teams must have a med-tech aboard. Who the frack was in charge of the mission and why wasn't a Med-tech assigned?
Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis
<Brie>
Captain Brie was glad that Ensign MaraJade had come back to sick bay. Brie felt weak, but better. More than anything she felt foolish that she was there when there were REAL patients that the medical staff should have been attending to.
"I guess we'll need to find you a bunk," Brie told Mara. "You signed on in the middle of our expansion for Gold Squadon barracks. Lieutenant Amy will be able to..." Brie never finished her sentence. She knew that Amy had been in trouble during the battle. It dawned on her that she didn't know if Amy had made it. She didn't know WHO in her squadron was still alive.
"Actually, there's something you can do for me," Brie said to Mara in a hushed tone. "I need to get up to the bridge."
"But, Captain, you're wounded," MaraJade reminded her.
"Nothing more than a bump on the head," Brie replied. "I'm sure they would have released me by now, but they have people who actually need medical attention around here. Besides, they need to prepare for the new wounded who are sure to be arriving. They don't need to be falling over me."
"Are you sure?" Mara asked. Brie nodded. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"
"Just cover for me if anyone comes in here," Brie said. "It should just be for a few centons. Keep Holodoc and Jarrynn busy."
"How?" Mara asked.
Brie smiled. "I've heard you're quite a prankster, you'll think of something." She slipped on her jacket and headed out the door. THAT SHOULD HAVE READ: "I'm sure they would have released me by now, but they have BEEN TOO BUSY WITH people who actually need medical attention around here. <holodoc>
Captain Brie, just where do you think you are going without getting final clearance from the doctor? You seem to of forgotten that Ensign Najinn & Lt Cain couldn't sneak out on me without me know about it & neither can you. I suggest you think it over again before heading out & not checking with the doctor first.
Lt Holodoc Head Nurse Gold Squadron Callisto
<Charybdis>
I am pleased to announce that two new Ensigns have signed on and have been assigned aboard the Battlestar Callisto!
Please welcome Ensign Kris (who is Ensign Jarrynn's sister and goes by the scifi username of MedievalSong) and Ensign Anubis (who goes by the scifi username of walksallroads).
And in a surprising move, BOTH new Warriors are hereby assigned to serve under Cpt. Joey in Black Squadron.
Looks like the Black Squadron recruiting channel is operational again, eh?
Welcome our newest Warriors! Where were they in the middle of the fight? It's about time!!!
Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis
<Brie>
Welcome to the Callisto! <Lucian>
Ensigns Kris and Anubis,
Welcome aboard! Always glad to welcome new folks to our crew.
As for the Lieutenant Colonel's question about where the new ensigns were in the middle of the fight, they must have been with the Dashers!
Lieutenant LucianG, Black Squadron, Battlestar Callisto
<BatGal>
WELCOME TO BLACK SQUADRON (the ELITE of the fleet!) !!!
You will be very, very happy here!
*NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER*
Ens. BatGal Black Squadron (The not-so-few-anymore, but still proud!) Battlestar Callisto
<Wendy>
Hiya Anubis and Kris, welcome to black squadron, hey i'm not the newest Ensign on the block now, good to have you both aboard. meet you in the rising star sometime. Wendy.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:02:20 GMT -6
<Randrius>
Welcome aboard, you two. I say this out of character since I am currently in one hell of a furball with no turbos. *Sigh* Oh well, welcome to the best squad in the fleet.
~Ensign Randrius~ ~Black Squadron~ ~Battlestar Callisto~
<Kris>
Hi to all and I am glad to be part of the Black Squadron! So after reading post 498 obviously I am already hit!! Did anyone think as to how my TWIN is going to handle this?? If not check out her post!! lol =) She is going to freak!!! lol Also I need the help from Black Squadron!!!I will post a seperate one for this so please read it!!
well I hope to be out of sick bay soon!! or hey come visit me!!
Ensign Kris
<Lucian>
The last Vipers had disengaged and landed aboard the Battlestar Callisto. Immediately on being informed, Commander Sheba ordered, "Bring us to flank speed, to the jump point, and engage at will."
The Cylon Raiders closing in on the Callisto suddenly were left far behind as the Battlestar engaged the light drive ["Alderson drive"--see previous comments]. Within a micron, the Callisto was gone, on her way to a new uncharted system.
Sheba looked around the bridge. There were a number of faces missing. "We are going into definitely uncharted territory, traveling to a different system than we'd even planned as our contingency. We must have damage and casualty reports from all areas as quickly as possible. It looks like we'll have about seven cycles before we arrive, and the next system could be even more hostile than this one," she said. "Let's get to it folks, I want a full status report in 50 centons. Also, please locate Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis. I thought I heard his voice on the Viper frequency a centon ago."
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In Landing Bay Beta, Captain Lazant and Lieutenant Resonat met the last surviving ensign of their wing, Ensign Anubis. The young ensign had done well in the battle. Most of all, Anubis had survived. Lazant was surprised when a tech ran up to him. "Captain," the tech said, "Ensign Kris was picked up by one of the C.O.R.A.’s! She’s been rushed to the Med Lab for some minor treatment. The medtech said she should be fine.”
Lazant asked, “How is Martinzi?”
“Sir, I haven’t seen the Lieutenant. Was he injured?”
“What do you mean, was he injured? He had to eject, and a C.O.R.A. was dispatched to pick him up. Where is he?” Captain Lazant demanded.
“Sir, I was with search and rescue, sir,” the tech stammered, “and Lieutenant Martinzi was not brought in, sir. At least not to our bay.”
Lazant didn’t even hear the final “sir.” He was already running toward Ops to find out what had happened to his friend.
* * *
In the Shonada system, Lieutenant Martinzi had been greatly relieved when he felt the C.O.R.A. latch on to his ejection cockpit. A few centons later, the C.O.R.A. landed on the Callisto. He was a little confused as to why the drone had caught his cockpit at such an odd angle; he’d have to discuss it in his next class with the recruits. Still, to be back on board felt wonderful, considering only a few centons before, he didn’t know if he would ever see his friends again!
When the cockpit opened, downward of all directions, he released his harness and fell out on the deck. As he started to arise, he was startled to feel the hardness and see the silver gleam of the metallic hands and arms that caught his arms and pulled him upward. Then he saw the single red eye…and screamed.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:02:48 GMT -6
<Doc>
Doc and Nurse Holodoc had cleaned and treated the burn victims as best as they could for now. Lieutenant Regis was the worst;a simple coating of Silver Sulfadiazin would not accomplish much. It was most imporant at this time that his burns be watched and kept clean. Both patients were started on an IV drip and would be under around the clock survelance. This completed, Doc decided to take a look at Najinn and Cain to see if they could, indeed, be put back on duty.
"So, you both seem to be in a hurry to get back on duty. Regardless of whether or not your eyes have been given a chance to recoup. I'll be the judge of that," Doc said, preceding to examine Cain's eyes. "Hmm," was all she said.
Walking over to Najinn she said, "Next," flashing a small light into his eyes also. "Okay. As Nurse Holodoc has informed you it is very important that you keep wearing these dark glasses. It is my recomendation that you refrain from any flying for at least one more day. I cannot force you to do this but I highly recomend it. You may go."
With that Doc turned and walked towards another patient pausing for a moment and then spinning on her heels to face the exiting pilots, "Wait!" she yelled causing both of the men to turn. "I would like you gentlemen to do me a favor. Would you please inform Charybidis that I need to speak with him as soon as possible," her voice held a sense of urgency. "Please have him set up a meeting with me at his earliest convenience. I have been trying to get in contact with him but with so many things happening I have had little time." The warriors nodded their heads in agreement and walked out of the room in search of Charybidis.
"As far as you, Captin Brie," Doc said waving her finger in her face. "You will not leave this sick bay until I say so! You have recieved a severe blow to the head and I will keep you here under observation until I see fit. Do you understand?"
<holodoc>
You tell 'em like it is doctor. Some of the warriors just have to be reminded of who is in charge at times like this.
Lt Holodoc Head Nurse Gold Squadron Callisto
<Charybdis>
The ship lurched forward and we were gone. All the remaining Vipers had landed and the injured where whisked away as fast as possible to the Med Labs.
Those of us who were still in one piece jumped out of our cockpits and congregated a bit in the landing bays to tell of our experiences.
I congratulated most of the men and women I could see for a job well done. I reminded the flight leaders to have their full reports ready for Cmdr. Sheba to look over. She will definitely want to know about those new Cylon fighters we encountered.
I looked up at Cain's ship and gave it a pat next to the cockpit. Cain will be relieved that I didn't get a scratch on her. She's a good one. Very responsive.
I looked over at Amy's ship and she was just opening her cockpit. I ran over and asked if she was alright. She nodded and pulled her flight helmet over hear head. I wondered how such a young woman could have such determination and fortitude. How she could be so...
She climbed down from the small ramp that the landing techs attach to the Vipers and almost fell into my arms. She grimaced in pain as she reached down toward her ankle. She must have banged it on the inside of the console during her manouvering in battle. I'd better get her over to sick bay just in case. If it's a serious injury, she shouldn't be walking around on it.
She put her arm around my neck as I helped her to the lift...
<Brie>
"I mean you no disrespect," Brie pleaded to the good doctor. "I've just GOT to get up to the bridge! I need to know what's going on...and who's left."
"Captain," Doc said without backing down. "You've got a head injury, AND," glacing at Ensign MaraJade, "setting a bad example."
Mara, I need your help!
<Jarrynn>
"Doc, did you get my report on the eye exams? Where would you like me to work now?" Ensign Jarrynn asked.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 27, 2005 6:03:20 GMT -6
The IL-4 series Cylon known as Smedelin sat in his command chair. The gold command centurion had detailed the Cylon losses, which were appreciable, but not devestating. The Command Centurion continued, "Analysis shows that eight additional Raiders were lost due to the presence of the shields than if they had not been used at all." Smedelin was pleased that he had only equipped a few of his ships with the shielding devices. "Also, Raider BR-743983 reports that the Galactica has 'jumped' out of the system. The bearing has been relayed to navigation. We should know the precise target system within a few centars.”
Smedelin hesitated as if processing the information, with an almost robotic smile that he had made the right choice. Then, he ordered both Base Ships to follow as soon as possible. “Also, as soon as the location is known, send a request via messenger ship to our Imperious Leader for additional Base-Star backup. Don't forget to report on the complete failure of the shielding devices and our intelligent questioning of their effectiveness.” When the gold warrior did not leave, Smedelin asked, “Is there something else, Centurion?”
The Centurion answered, “One other thing, Commander. We have captured one of the Colonial Warriors with a strange emb—”
“We have captured a Colonial and I was not informed?” Smedelin demanded softly in the way that only an IL-4 of his type could. “Bring him to me at once. With the information he will give us, we will crush the Galactica and the Colonials once and for all!”
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