BRIK
Viper Pilot
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Post by BRIK on Apr 7, 2005 15:31:22 GMT -6
Brik looked at the blackshirts with growing anger. he was very well aware that they were following their orders...but HE knew that a good soldier knows when to...MODIFY the orders that have beenn given based on the fluid situation at hand, and these IDIOTS were costing his squadron, and Lords knew who else, valuable time!
He walked over to the officers and said to their commander "Look, we don't have her in our pockets OR our vipers so let us LAUNCH, for Kobol's sake!" The officer regarded Brik dully for a moment..."Look, stick-jock, you high-and-mighty 'warriors" need to get used to the fact that you don't get special treatment! I'm not afraid of you OR your viper OR your blaster or YOU, especially when you're loyal to that faithless daggit Major Br-" BAM! That was when Brik's appropriately named fist connected with the officers unfortunate jaw and the man who owned that jaw collapsed where he landed, quie a distance from where the "chat" had begun.
Brik looked at the other officers. "If no one wants to be next I'll be in my ship headed THAT way", hooking his thumb toward the launch bay and open space. When no one moved, Brik climbed into his ship, putting on his helmet and closing the cockpit as his mates read his lips: "Gold Squadron requesting permission to launch", all of them unconsciously marking the time for Brik to receive the familiar reply "Gold Squadron you are cleared for launch, you may launch when ready." By the time Brik heard the reply the bay was clear of all non-pilots and all members of Gold Squadron were in their ships and ready to go and moments later on their way to an uncertain destiny aboard the Livestock ship!
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Post by Skyler on Apr 9, 2005 9:24:51 GMT -6
Skyler's attention was diverted by some of the Viper Crew for a few microns when Brik had his little run in with the Blackshirt. He knew that the Security Officers wouldn't leave well enough alone, and that it would come to something like this. He made a mental note to say something to Brik, once they returned.
"Where's MY Viper?" Skyler asked the Crew Chief
"Major, we told you it would be down for awhile after the last battle. How you ever made it back in is a mystery to me anyway." the Chief made a motion over his shoulder to one of the repair bays, where Skyler's Viper sat, access panels open, parts scattered around, wires hanging everywhere. The feeling of looking at one of his best friends dying in the Med lab over came him.
"It looks like it has been scavanged and left for dead?" Skyler stated, chosing not to look in the direction of Brik and the Blackshirt that just went flying.
The Chief's eyes followed the Secuirty Officer on his limited flight across the deck, then centered back on Skyler. "Major, I told you the last time you launched that she wouldn't hold up. The manifolds were leaking, the bearings in the chargers were loose, the main mother boards needed replacing, she needed to be down for a complete overhaul and rebuild."
"Chief, you know that was impossible, every Viper we had was in the air, they had to be."
"I know Major.... How you managed to dead stick her in with only limited manuvering thursters and no engines when they overloaded and blew are beyond me. Frack, you be lucky to have her ready this secton, even with the new parts we are getting from the Fleet." the Chief paused and pointed to Brie's Viper. "Never fear, we got the Major's Viper back in better than new shape, frame up engine rebuild, with some tweaking, so she runs slightly over factory spec's."
Skyler looked over Brie's fighter, and noticed his name had been added under the canopy. "What the frack is this. Brie will be back and when she is, she will need her Viper!"
"Relax Skyler......" the chief reached up and pulled the tape back, revealing Brie's name was still painted on the ship, before smoothing the tape back down. "Now, I have a wreck to go work on before you start blowing gaskets as well." and the Chief walked towards the repair bays.
The members of Skyler's team were getting into their Vipers, the Blackshirts, thier teeth still intact, even if their pride wasn't were heading the other way. Out of the corner of Skyler's eye he caught sight of Capt. Stadia.
"Stadia, I thought you were on Medical Leave? They release you back to active duty?"
"Yes, I am back, and I find you are acting CO, so whats your orders?"
"I am getting ready to head over and check on the Livestock ship for the Commander.... I need you to ready the rest of the Squadron, keep them ready to go in a centon, incase something breaks loose."
"Can do Major.." and Stadia turned and headed for the Gold Squadron's office areas.
Skyler climbed into Brie's Viper, removing his name tapes from the sides as he did so, and dropped into the seat. Banging his knees into the dash panel as he did so. "Frack, how can anyone fly with the seat up under the dash like this..." Skyler mumbled as he reached down, grabbed the seat release and slide it back to the farthest position from the controls. "Thats better....." The canopy closed as he put his helm on. He looked right at the rest of his team, got the thumbs up showing all ready...
"Gold Squadron to Core Command, ready for launch..." he informed the bridge...
"Gold Squadron you are cleared for launch, you may launch when ready." By the time Brik heard the reply the bay was clear of all non-pilots and all members of Gold Squadron were in their ships and ready to go and moments later on their way to an uncertain destiny aboard the Livestock ship!
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Ike
Ensign
Be verwy, verwy quite. I'm huntin' Cylons. Hehehehehhe!
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Post by Ike on Apr 10, 2005 7:05:57 GMT -6
Having a deep grin of satisfaction in Brik's laying waste to that Blackshirt, He saluted his friend across the launch bay as the permission was given and the Viper's screamed forward out of the tubes with great force.
Leaving the gravity and shields of the Callisto, Ike felt the change in status as the Viper's quickly and gracefully lined up on Sklyer. There was a feeling amongst the Warriors that the unknown in this situation would call upon their combined skills and experiences.
Checking his scanners, there was nothing outstanding to note. Looking right to Wraith, then left, across Vera's nose, Ike saw Brik in flight and he still looked hot and determined. When this is over, the milk and cookies will be Ike's treat! Re-focusing, he put his thought on the Livestock ship. It's time to take care of business.
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Post by Skyler on Apr 14, 2005 22:01:16 GMT -6
Skyler in the lead, the Viper formation made its way to the Livestock Ship at full battle thrusters. They would be there in a mater of centons at that speed. Glancing at his instruments he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the corner of the dash panel, close to where his knee had struck. He must have dislodged it. He picked up the folded peice of paper and opened it with one hand. It was a note, trying to read it thru the illumination of his helm visor was hard, especially while trying to fly with the other hand.
My dearest Brie,
I just wanted to remind you once again how much I love you. Even when we're apart we're still together.
Skyler stopped reading..... it was a love note to Brie.... he glanced at the bottom
All my love forever, Turner
It was from Turner.... It must have somehow got lost and slid down into the dash, and his banging his knee's knocked it loose. Refolding the note he slipped it into the pocket on the inside of his jacket. Soon he would be able to return it to Brie......
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Ike
Ensign
Be verwy, verwy quite. I'm huntin' Cylons. Hehehehehhe!
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Post by Ike on Apr 16, 2005 7:47:59 GMT -6
At full battle thrust, the Livestock Ship was on scope and in sight quickly. Ike held 'Vera' on course as the Gold Squadron Vipers closed in for their approach.
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BRIK
Viper Pilot
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Post by BRIK on Apr 18, 2005 17:58:00 GMT -6
Pumped up on adrenaline from the situation as well as his recent "conversation" with a security officer (which he purposely decided to ignore until after the mission...one problem at a time), Brik's first instinct was to land his viper "hot" in the bay of the Livestock ship and run in with fully live blasters (he was the only Colonial Warrior he knew that carried two). But he was an officer as well as an experienced soldier, he knew better. So did the rest of the squadron, all of whom brought their Vipers in by the numbers and quickly disembarked with weapons drawn...but not quite prepared for the sight that greeted them.
A scene like this was a horror unknown since the time of the Diaspora of humanity from it's Colonial cradle after the treachery of the Cylons...and more tragic because the only monsters that could possibly be responsible were the people that the Warriors were charged to protect: The People...The People of the Fleet.
Brik didn't know whether to puke or cry...so he decided to ignore both until later (one problem at a time).
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Post by Skyler on Apr 24, 2005 19:38:56 GMT -6
Skyler joined the rest of the team on the flight deck of the Livestock Ship. It was larger than one would expect, being the central shipping and receiving area for the fleet's meat supplies. The scene here however, was not one of a busy shipping dock, but massive amounts of death, bodies scattered everywhere, dead where they stood, the first thoughts that crossed Skyler's mind was a chemical weapon. He had heard of them being tested in the early stages of the war, several millennia ago, but being dropped for thier indescriminate killing ability. Thinking, What the Frack, if it is, we are as good a dead already, he moved over to the first set of bodies, his blaster drawn, ready for anything. Kneeling down he picked up a small vile. Taking the slightest sniff, nothing... wait, there was a small amount of clear liquid in the vile, pouring it over his fingers and rubing them together with his thumb, slightly gritty.... Poison?... Mass suicide...? Here they were fighting to protect the last remaining vestages of Humanity and they are out here killing themselves..... Why the Cylons are even bothering.... why were we even bothering... risking all our lives to keep these idiots safe. All the friends he had seen die, to protect this....shaking himself from those thoughts, looking back at his friends... That is why he fought, to keep them alive... the GOOD people of the fleet, the ones worth saving.
"Ok gang, looks like they drank poison, lets split up, Ike, you and Brik work your way to the bridge, try to secure it, be careful, that gaping hole we saw on the external survey may cause problems... if you find any survivors, assume they are not on our side, keep em covered, and look for weapons and poison etc. Wraith, you come with me and we are going to work our way down to the engine room, see if we can restore some kind of power, maybe look for other devices that could blow holes in this bucket like the one we have already seen. Communication every 10 centons, if one fails to check in, the others are to head back to the Vipers, launch and contact the Callisto."
The others all nodded on agreement as they locked the cockpits of thier ships to prevent access by others and split up...
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BRIK
Viper Pilot
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Post by BRIK on Apr 25, 2005 13:54:33 GMT -6
Listening to Skyler's orders (and recovering from his own passing "illness"), Brik was still stunned with not only the scene greeting their landing here, but ALL of the recent happenings in the fleet. Would humanity NEVER learn??!?! But enough of those thoughts, there was a job to do and Brik enjoyed his chosen profession...no mere soldier but a Colonial Warrior!
Secured from unfriendly tampering, his Vipers cockpit was closed and the group was ready to go. He looked his mates in the eyes one by one, wordlessly saying that possible "final goodbye" that was common for such people at such times. With that small but vital detail out of the way all knew that it was time to spread out. Waving a blaster to signal Ike to follow him, Brik checked the deck layout posted on the wall to refresh his memory of the vessel and headed toward the bridge. And like his old instructor and idol Starbuck, he took a broken unlit cigar out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He was now ready for the worst.
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Ike
Ensign
Be verwy, verwy quite. I'm huntin' Cylons. Hehehehehhe!
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Post by Ike on May 1, 2005 0:04:37 GMT -6
Vera was locked down. No worries there. Ike had his blaster in hand and ready. Following orders, he moved out with full senses on alert. He trusted Skyler and Brik with his life, but the loss of life before the warriors was staggering. Sadly, these crumpled bodies on the floor look to have taken the 'Edict of Extermination' into their own hands. Sick daggits.
Scanning for signs of life or activity as Brik and Ike advanced... nothing present... yet.
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Post by bendix5 on May 19, 2005 14:36:36 GMT -6
The beast was drunk. It crept between the holes in time/space and watched the Gold Squadron "soldiers" advance, knowing its prey was close, would be easy to devour. Even blasters, this beast, this "thing", knew would be no match for its abdominal presence.
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