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kobol_npc (kobol_npc) wrote in kobols_legacies,
@ 2008-06-04 14:07:00

Six hours later
Six hours have passed since Avalon and its accompanying ships arrived at the site of the combined wreckage of a Battlestar and Basestar from the First Cylon War. The a pair of civil engineering ship were already cutting large sections from both wrecked ships, and those sections were being loaded into awaiting freighters. While marines explored and continued to clear the wrecked ships. Other landing parties retrieved and salvaged parts, such circuit boards, and other miscellaneous items inside those wrecked ships.

Meanwhile inside the wrecked basestar, a marine triped over a deactivated Cylon centurion and smashed against a control console.

A couple of minutes later, back inside Avalon’s situation room. “Frak,” said Captain Johnston into a handset. The young officer turned toward the Admiral. “Brownlee has picked up a short burst transmission coming directly from the Basestar.”

Someone else added. “One of the power plants inside the Battlestar Colossus is powering back up. On its own!”

[open thread for characters involved in the salvage operation]

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In CIC

tom_burk
2008-06-05 12:42 am UTC (link)

In CIC.

Burk had a sip from his coffee cup when a low audible alarm went off at one of the stations near the command table in Combat. He turned his head toward the direction of the alarm.

“Sir, we are detecting an energy reading from one of the reactors aboard the Colossus.” the officer at the station paused for a beat. “None were planned to be put back online.” added the officer.

“Inform the Admiral’s bridge.” He turned to the officer standing on his left. “Tactical, Action Stations, set ship to Condition One.” His response to the situation was automatic, it was better to get everyone’s attention for possible enemy action. If this turned out to be some kind of false reading, there would be no harm. “Inform the CAP of the situation and to keep their eyes open, I don‘t want any uninvited guest slipping through the asteroid field”

The intercom came alive. “ACTION STATIONS, ACTION STATIONS, SET SHIP TO CONDITION ONE.” The action alarm sounded and the crew began to hurry to their stations.

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Re: In CIC

admiralsinclair
2008-06-06 01:03 am UTC (link)

"On it's own?"

While plans had been drawn up, for just this sort of eventuality, it made that recent discovery no less puzzling. What seemed most curious, was that it came from the fused Colonial ship, rather than Cylon.

"Any change?"

"None, Sir. Wait, we're detect-"

Across the loudspeakers, an indecipherable scream of audio cried out so loud, many produced feedback, in their own right and headsets were ripped off. As sharp as any knife, it ended as abruptly as having begun.

"What in the hell was that...?!"

Had there been a physical enemy, that would be one thing. What there was, was a puzzle. Uncertainty. The exact opposite to what a warrior needed. Sinclair ahd every psychological incentive to demand answers.

"It's..." Not actual sound, of course. Would never have survived a vacuum. It had simply been processed, interpreted and relayed in that way. "Some kind of charged datasquirt. A second transmission. Came from the wrecks, but there's so much shielding we can't pinpoint-"

Just then, a loud explosion was heard. Something internal had blown in the Avalon. A pre-planned response to the signal? Or had something been set in place by a Cylon infiltrator? Or perhaps a simple mechanical screw up? That was the problem - no way to tell.

"Admiral! The Colossus' reactor! We've got critical readings fluctuating all over its grid."

Realising that familiar sensation of impending doom, Sinclair's eyes widened. Deliberate sabotage or simply the result of an unsafe contraption encountering an obvious malfunction? In either case, her attention now zeroed in on something she had feared. At least one of the two wrecks had just potentially become a giant bomb.

"Tell the salvage crews to cease all operations and jump to minimum safe distance. Get the closest Marines in on engineering and shut that thing down - now."

Minutes? Seconds? How much time did they have before things went south in a way nightmares were made of? And how many might die before this was over?

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Re: In CIC

kobol_npc
2008-06-07 01:31 am UTC (link)

Captain Johnston reached down to retrieve his headset that he had thrown to the floor during the high pitch squeal. He had intended to relay the Admiral’s orders to the salvage crews, when he noticed a lit small red LED on the detonator attached to the plastic explosive under the operations desk.

He shouted out, “Bomb!”. Without a moment’s thought he grabbed the explosive device off the underside of the desk and ran toward the hatch with it before the second red LED light began to flash. His final conclusion was that the explosive device was meant to assassinate the Admiral and those immediately around her, but it was not big enough to destroy or kill all those in the room. It had to be small to smuggle into the room.

“Get out of my way!” he said as he shoved someone to one side. He just crossed the hatch when the second red LED flashed three times, before the device tucked in close like a pyramid ball in Captain Johnston’s hands exploded. Killing him and others immediately near the hatchway, and injuring others.

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	Re: In CIC kobol_npc 2008-06-19 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	“Are you alright, sir?” asked the undiscovered Cylon agent. Eva had come running into the smoky situation room from another entrances after the loud thud of the explosion. She reached out her hand toward the Admiral who she found on the floor. “Take my hand.” she pled. (Reply to this) (Parent)

kobe_sykes
2008-06-07 01:53 am UTC (link)

Kobe received the open broadcast message from Avalon that put his air group on alert. He key his mic to broadcast, “Yukon, Yukon.” The code word that the situation has gone critical and the raptor pilots inside the wreckage had to leave those inside if they are not back once Avalon gave the final command. The rest of the air group under the squadron leaders had to take up positions to protect the other ships.

Then there was a high pitch squeal on the wireless that was quiet painful to the ears inside a pilot’s helmet. “Frak!”

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viper_cupcake
2008-06-10 12:46 pm UTC (link)

"No way," Cupcake had started to retort as she received the order, but was cut off with the feedback in her ear. Or at least that was the only word she could think of to describe the high pitched sound, almost like a scream. It was almost enough to make her rip off her helmet. To her right, that's exactly what Bottleneck did, and Rosie glared.

She grabbed his helmet out of his hands and raised it up, crudely trying to shove it back onto his head. He took the hint and finished the work. Wordlessly, Cupcake wheeled the dial around until she hit their closed wireless frequency. The cessation of the squeal was a relief, but she knew she was going to have a lot more than that to deal with in a moment. "Keep your frakkin' helmet on, do you want decompression sickness?" She didn't even care that their escorts could overhear every word at that point. He was acting like an idiot.

His only answer was a glum look. "Now quit being such a baby. I'm going to back to the main frequency." She steeled herself, and twisted the dial back around...

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	viper_cupcake 2008-06-10 12:56 pm UTC (link)
	Empty air. Thank gods. "Bojay, Cupcake, what the frak was that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kobe_sykes
2008-06-19 07:26 pm UTC (link)

“Cupcake, I have no idea,” he replied over the wireless after he shook his head to get the ring in his ears to stop without any immediate result. “Feedback of some kind.”

He moved inside his raptor toward the front to get into the pilot’s seat. “Recall everyone back from your teams,” He ordered the raptor crews inside the basestar. “I don’t think we have much time…” He let the silence say what most would have thought; people were going to be left behind if they did not hurry back before the final withdraw order came. No matter what they would try to bring as many as they could back to the Battlestar.

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	viper_cupcake 2008-06-30 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	"Gods, they'll never be back in time!" Her exclamation was more for her own benefit than anyone else's. Bottleneck was already relaying the message to the marines, and Rosie only shook her head mutely. No. Just no. In frustration, she slapped the yoke in front of her. Finally, into the wireless, she responded, "Copy," in a flat voice. (Reply to this) (Parent)