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Admiral Claudia Sinclair (admiralsinclair) wrote in kobols_legacies,
@ 2008-05-19 01:35:00

Into The Breach
"Jumping in five... Four... Three..."

The actual leap was timed with perfect co-ordination. The bulk of the civilian fleet had stayed where it was, protected by a battlestar and other remaining military assets. This, other contingent, however, was the polar opposite: Factory refining ships, along with tugs and the like, to haul the relevant pieces into place. But what made the difference was that the over-riding majority of these craft were military. Everything was geared to protecting those industrial vessels, at a moment's notice.

If things went well, they would not have to. As ever, of course, few plans ever survived first contact with reality.

And with the wrecks they were after being situated in the middle of an asteroid field, even the environment could be thought of as a potentially hazardous enemy.

"Launch Marine expedition Raptors and Viper escorts. Engage heavy ECM cover. The moment anything tries breaking through, I want exact locations plotted and a firing solution handed off to the Viper CAP, if need be."

Within the Avalon's hangers, dozens of Raptors, each loaded with a complement of Marines, began to depart. Their target, a fused war grave of corpses; men and machines, alike.

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vosca_tarix
2008-05-18 10:55 pm UTC (link)

"Hydra 1, you are cleared for launch."

"Roger, Avalon. Hydra 1 is clearing hanger bay."

The entire squadron was activated for this one, as were at least a couple of others. Its job: Covering escort for the associated flight of Raptors, make sure they got to dock on target. Then sit in orbit and pray nothing unexpected took place.

"Black Hydras, Dagger. Keep your wingman's six clear and follow in your designated Raptor. Presuming we make it, settle into orbit, as per your briefing. Fleet's providing a nice big ECM umbrella - that means your DRADIS isn't exactly too reliable, right now. So, no aerobatics on account of boredom. Don't give a big chunk of rock the kind of pleasure you'd never let a Cylon have."

Waypoint 1 was passed. Soon enough they would be coming up on Initial Point; the last navigated point before reaching the Raptors' targets.

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colton_west
2008-05-18 11:13 pm UTC (link)

"Roger that, Dagger."

As his Viper cleared the launch tube, he pushed every lingering doubt out of his head. He forgot about all his frak ups, he forgot about all the veiled threats from Jester and Dagger and all the others since he'd arrived on Avalon. Now was his time to shine. Now was the time to prove he was made of the right stuff.

He eased the throttle forward and took position near his assigned Raptor. Once they'd synchronized speeds, he called across the wireless, "Hydra 5, in position."

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tom_burk
2008-05-19 12:03 am UTC (link)

Commander Burk stood at the command table in CIC and watched the DRADIS as markers advanced on the target. Vipers and Raptors were all moving into place according to the plan.

“Main batteries have firing solutions locked, safeties on,” reported the tactical officer.

“Very good, Lieutenant. Relay the information up to Situation.” said Burk. He looked over to Colonel Masterson across from him at the table. “Now we wait.” They both understood that this was the Admiral’s show, they would stand by till they are needed.

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viper_cupcake
2008-05-19 09:32 pm UTC (link)

"Raptor 4 requesting clearance?" asked Bottleneck into his headset. Cupcake pivoted in her seat and shot a dagger of a look at the ECO. If he mumbled like that on the wireless they'd never get anywhere. It reminded her of Zero and his whiny little voice in her headset, high pitched and annoying. Of course, once she thought of Zero and felt the rubbing of his tags against her belly, that snapped her a bit more into focus.

Raptor 4, you are clear for launch. Godspeed.

Taking off in a Raptor could never compare with the onslaught of adrenaline that came with a Viper flying through the launch tube fast enough to peel back the eyelids. Well, it would peel back the eyelids if there was any air, anyway.

This was a slow and steady affair, but it was nice. There was something comforting in the consistency of checklists and the company of a flight crew. She managed to get them to their rendezvous coordinates without incident and despite a little shakiness in her bones even laughed at a couple of Bottleneck's stupid jokes.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," said Cupcake over the closed frequency she could use to communicate with her escorts and her passengers. "Out of sterile. Feel free to lavish praise upon your pilot."

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kobe_sykes
2008-05-20 11:30 pm UTC (link)

At the controls of the lead raptor of the formation, Sykes keyed the wireless, “Keep your intervals and your eyes open, theirs lots of debris in close to the target.”

Two groups of raptors destined to separate insertions points, one of the good flight pods left attached to the Columbia-class battlestar, and the other one to one of the Cylon landing bays. Sykes would lead that latter group of raptors there.

The group of twelve raptors with their fighter escort zoomed toward the debris field and the massive wreck of the two capital ships. The military ships weaved through small bits of debris at first, and then bigger recognizable debris. A shattered Mark II Viper that had broken free long ago from the Battlestar, slowly rotated as it must have for over 40 years, seem to hang overhead as the Colonial formation race by.

“Bravo flight, break.” ordered Sykes on the wireless. Bravo flight made up half of the formation and would go to the Battlestar. “Rest of you stay close, its going to get tight.” He looked back at the squad of regular marines in his ship. “One minute.” he said through his helmet’s microphone, warning them they will be landing soon.

He made a sudden course correction to avoid a half wing of an old Cylon raider. “Heads up, raptor 4!” He warned.

“Frak! Is that a body?” said the co-pilot looking up above through the canopy as the raptor continued toward the landing bay.

“No, that’s frakking robot.” Sykes replied as he slowed down his approach to the designated bay. He pointed, “There is some more over there.” There was a half dozen broken Centurions together hovering in the vacuum.

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	viper_cupcake 2008-05-21 09:44 am UTC (link)
	"Whoa!" Rosie yanked the yoke, avoiding the debris and only costing her cargo a few gasps. No upset stomachs or cracked heads yet, not too shabby. "Thanks for that warning Bojay," she spoke over the wireless. "Gods, this place is a junk yard." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

colton_west
2008-05-23 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Vagabond moved the Mark VII like a dart of mercury through the web of debris, his eyes drinking in the aftermath of war, "Mark One Eyeball, Bojay. Keepin' 'em peeled."

As he got past the first collection of detritus and slag, he manuevered his fighter just a little closer to the Raptor, to her Raptor. There was no way he was going to let anyone down, this mission - least of her all, her. Hearing her voice across the wireless only helped strengthen his resolve.

His voice was still clear and casual, perhaps even jovial. It had always been his defense mechanism when things got too serious. "No worries, there Cupcake. I'll be keepin' ye Jim Dandy clean from any broken bullet-heads or scrap this go-around."

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kobe_sykes
2008-05-24 03:16 pm UTC (link)

“Easy does it.” Sykes slowed his raptor and used the ship’s searchlight to illuminate the landing bay inside the basestar. There was a great open space inside, exactly like the schematics plan indicated. Their was a old heavy landing ship inside that had split in two on the far end, other than that the raiders that were suppose to be housed inside were not there. They could have already been launched in the battle over forty years ago.

Sykes hovered his raptor above the deck and then slowly rotated the ship 180 degrees to face toward the entrance way. The other raptors and vipers inside hovered above his ship as he finally landed on the hard deck. “We’re good.” he said into the wireless. “Everyone else find a spot and then deploy your marines.” The vipers with their landing lights on would hover above to provide cover till the marines were fully deployed.

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kobol_npc
2008-05-26 12:50 am UTC (link)

Subconsciously Captain Eva Wade had been waiting for this exact moment for a long time. The strike group had finally split into two separate forces.

“The CAP is in place, landing parties have deployed and securing the LZ, Admiral,” said Captain Johnston, the acting Operations officer. “Shall we give the order for the civilian tenders to move into positions, Sir?”

She watched all that played out before her, and as soon as she could get away, she would set out to complete another task.

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	admiralsinclair 2008-05-27 06:57 pm UTC (link)
	"Not... Not yet, no," came the resulting answer. "Warships, first. I want a complete lock on any defensive system so much as looking like it might spring back to life. Execute." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kobol_npc
2008-05-27 07:25 pm UTC (link)

The over enthusiastic and some what nervous acting operations officer acknowledged the Admiral’s order and then relayed the instructions to the other warships.

Inside the situation room or sometime referred to as the war room, on a large display monitor on the wall, the DRADIS markers for the warships could be seen starting to take up there pre-arranged positions along with more elements of the fighter CAP.

“Marines are beginning to conduct their sweep aboard the Battlestar Colossus, sir.” said Captain Johnston.

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