kobol_mods (kobol_mods) wrote in bsg_avalon, @ 2011-11-25 22:23:00 |
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Current location: | Avalon |
FORCECOM on deck
Who: VADM Conrad Pierce, Jon Randell, and RADM Claudia Sinclair
Where: Battlestar Avalon
When: At the time of Pierce arrival.
Brief flashes disturb the blackness as Colonial raptors materialized in the vacuum of space. Of the half dozen raptors that were part of the Admiral’s entourage, only four arrived at the pre-designated rendezvous point. The one that carried him led the pack as they approached the large Mercury-class battlestar
“Orchard-farm / Apple-cart, do you copy, over,” Captain Chamberlain, the lead pilot sent the message over the wireless directed to Battlestar Avalon.
“Apple-cart, we copy. Authenticate alpha-constellation-niner-x-ray, over.”
It took a moment for the co-pilot to cross-check the code on a laminated card and pass the reply to the pilot. “Bravo-zero-zero-seven, over.”
“Apple-cart, you are immediately cleared for upper-port bay. Welcome to Avalon.”
“Copy,” replied Chamberlain as turned his raptor toward the battlestar’s strike group. A pair of vipers joined the raptors and escorted the flight.
Vice Admiral Conrad Pierce sat in the back reviewing report summaries his chief of staff had given him before departing Sagittaron on the current situation as they knew it. He had been too busy trying to grasp the scope of the attack, the loss of battlestar groups, and the remaining forces at hand which were now under his command. When the raptor set down on the flight line in the port pod, he turned to his second aide. “The moment we deplane have Captain Simmons report to me, I need her to start accessing civilian,” he paused when he notice the lieutenant’s expression. “What is it?”
“Simmons and Commander Belzen went down with raptor five along with Commander Moore and Colonel Gowan in raptor four.”
Pierce registered the information in his mind for second, their lost would be grieved but the time was not now. He set that aside. “Then I need you to gather information on the civilian situation,” he was a professional soldier with a great responsibility on his shoulders now, he continued with his instructions to Simmons’ replacement.
Inside the hanger bay of the Battlestar Avalon, when the raptor came to its final stop, the hatch was immediately opened. Admiral Pierce wasted no time. He followed the first Marine guard out of the raptor’s hatch and onto the solid deck of the hanger. At first glance, Pierce may easily be mistaken as one of the grimy marines which protected him. He wore the same digital pattern camouflaged combat uniform with armor tactical vest and helmet minus the assault rifle, but instead a side-arm strapped to his side.
The executive officer and acting commander of the battlestar, Colonel Randell was the first to greet the Admiral with a salute. “Welcome aboard, sir.”
It was a remarkable contrast to the sharp crisp uniforms of Avalon’s crew to the dusty, stained and mismatched uniforms of the Pierce’s group from Sagittaron’s battlefield. The new commander of all Colonial Forces returned Colonel Randell’s and his welcome party’s salute, and then proceeded to remove his helmet. “Where’s Admiral Burk?” he asked, while at the same time acknowledged Rear Admiral Sinclair presence with a nod as he waited for an answer.
“He was away at the time of the attack on business on Caprica, sir,” replied the Colonel.
“I see,” Pierce handed his helmet to his aide in exchange for a leather bound binder. “I’ve have wounded staff personnel in another raptor needing attention.”
“We’ll take care of them,” said Randell. “Your operation center is ready, sir.”
“Colonel, prepare your group for action. We will jump to Tauron, on the dark side of Selas in fifteen minutes to direct the fight from there. Meet me in the operation center for a briefing in ten minutes.” After Randell acknowledged the order, Pierce turned to the visiting Rear Admiral.
“Sinclair, join me.” He started to walk toward the hanger’s exit with his party of his staff in tow. He had previously visited Avalon weeks earlier, and knew his way.
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