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Tweak says, "...no dark side of the moon..."

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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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)

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