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Post by Darfix on Oct 5, 2008 10:50:11 GMT -5
Introductory Post (Past)
It had been 40 years since the Colonials had finished a bloody war with their creations, the Cylons, a race of mechanical beings that were designed and built to make life easier on the twelve worlds. After the Cylons had managed to develop a level of sentience of their own and after realizing they were basically the slaves of their creators, they rose up against their masters in a bloody conflict. The strength of the Cylons at that time was minimal at best. A band of Cylons that were in charge of mining valuable tilium ore off of a moon with no atmosphere (thus preventing organic beings from living there permanently) used the isolated nature of the rock they were forced to work on in order to build their secret war machine. Having constructed a large number of Cylon Raiders and a few Baseships in secret, the Cylons were prepared to launch their attack on the Colonies. Achieving total surprise, the Cylons were able to liberate much of their brothers off of the twelve worlds and continue to fight, and expand, from their little moon.
The conflict was long but it didn't reach a level of great violence until near the end. Cylons had to resort mostly to guerrilla tactics, hiding and striking when the Colonials least expected it. For many years this went on until finally an armistice was signed and the Colonials allowed the Cylons to leave in relative peace and seek a planet of their own to call their homeworld.
A remote station was built near the armistice line. It was constructed in order to allow diplomatic relationships to remain between the Cylons and Colonials as a means to keep relative peace between the two races. For 40 years, the Colonials sent diplomats to the station, but the Cylons never sent anyone. As a result, it eventually became assumed that Cylons had moved on through the galaxy, never to be seen again, but many military officials denounced this claim, remaining ever vigilant in case of a Cylon attack. The Cylons were able to use these 40 years to advance their research and construct a massive war machine...
Introductory Post (Present)
With the twelve worlds under the control of the Colonial government, war had become something that was almost unknown to the Colonials, but still there was a need to maintain a sizable military fleet. Not just because of the Cylons, but because of the possibility of encountering other alien races in the galaxy. With this 40 years of peace, however, the Colonials soon began to develop a sense of security, decadence, and corruption, not just on a political level, but on a military level as well.
Now days, the twelve worlds each have their own representation and act as "states" to the "nation". With that being said, each world has it's own military, but this military serves the Colonies as a collective military force.
Technology has progressed substantially since the war 40 years ago, the economy has flourished on most of the worlds, and most of the Colonials live in at least relative comfort. If you live on Caprica, Picon, Scorpia, Tauron, or Virgon, you lived the most comfortably and often were the main soruce of jealousy on the other worlds. If you lived on Aquaria, Canceron, Leonis, or Libran, chances are you enjoyed a comfortable life as a middle class citizen. If you came from Aerelon, Gemenon, or Sagittaron, however, chances are you lived in relative poverty and worked hard for a living compared to the residents of the other worlds.
The Colonial military, despite being on the lowest level of military alert status, maintained patrols at all times in the space in which it controlled. Because of this, jump drives were rarely used unless in cases of emergency or war. Usually small fleets of 4 or so ships would engage in these patrols, headed by at least one Battlestar. However, in the case of the aging Battlestar Atlantia, commanded by Commander Joseph Aikins, a different assignment was being executed.
Pirate activity has become an increasing problem in the twelve worlds and the Atlantia has been ordered to track and engage a ship suspected to be an old Battlecruiser that mutinied and abandoned the Colonial Military some years ago. Battlestar Atlantia was now in an area of space known as a hot spot for piracy and preparing to set up an ambush...
OOC Announcement
You can proceed to make the introductory post, Jin Tonic, since you are commander of the Atlantia. However, main plot actions should really be reserved for my posts unless you run them by me first. Like in the show I was intending for our characters to get some "peace time" before the attack, so you're going to have to save that post you prepared for a little later. This will give the WIP characters time to finish.
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Post by Jin Tonic on Oct 9, 2008 21:39:30 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply to this and get things started. It was my mate's last week of freedom before having to go back to work, so we spent the first part of it together...and then I saw I wasn't supposed to post about the first Cylon attack, and since that was the centerpiece of the post I'd been working on for a couple of weeks, now, that kinda threw that out the window. ^^; Which was totally my fault for not waiting for the go-ahead. Ah, well. Whatcha gonna do, right? ^^;
IC:
Onboard the Battlestar Atlantia...
Commander Joseph Aikins paced back and forth through the CIC. His eyes didn't stray from the Draidus for very long before darting back, hoping to see contacts other than the Raptors who were surveying the area. He was consistently disappointed.
The job had already been long, and the admiralty hadn't exactly been terribly clear as to how long the Atlantia was to remain posted here. "Until completion of the mission or further notice" was what had been on the mission sheet he'd received. What was even more vexing to him was the fact that they admitted that it was a stolen battlecruiser they were after, but they intentionally didn't mention who had stolen it. His commands hadn't even mentioned that the thief was unknown, which rang all kinds of alarm bells in his head. There was something completely off about this mission, and he just wanted it to be done so he and his people could go home.
Rendezvous time. Blips on the Draidus told the tale of Raptors returning to base. All accounted for. All of them empty-handed. The only report that showed any hint of promise was that a distant moon orbiting a barren planet had shown biological signals flying about it for a brief moment on Whisper's modified Draidus, but as Midnight had flown them closer, the Draidus went blank. Whisper seemed certain that it was a mechanical error--they had been facing the system's star at the time, and the dog-girl said it had probably frakked with the readings. Nevertheless, Aikins made a mental note to himself to head in that direction tomorrow and check it out more fully...
The command was given, and the Raptors were brought home to roost. Within a half hour, another flight of Raptors with fresh pilots would be heading out to try their luck...
Aikins sighed. Three weeks of this. They'd scoured the entire area and found nothing, and were halfway through the second, finer combing. Some of the pilots were already griping that they hadn't seen land in too long... Aikins sighed, shaking his head. This new generation of soldiers was softer than his generation had been. He made a silent prayer to the gods that they'd never have to face a threat like the Cylons, or he feared there'd be no end to the bitching...
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As the Raptor pilots changed shifts, the auxiliary Viper pilots were changing shifts, too. While Midnight and Whisper hopped out of Raptor 325-er, a red fox swaggered over to them, grinning ear to ear. "Something wrong with your Draidus, lieutenant?"
The dog-girl's eyes widened, as the cat-girl rolled her eyes. Whisper stuttered, "H--how do you mean, Captain...?"
The captain grinned. "You two didn't find anything for me and my boys to shoot down."
As Whisper let out a sigh of relief and gave him a shy smile, Midnight sighed in exasperation. "For frak's sake, Spacebrain, lay off."
"What was that, lieutenant? Were you mouthing off at a superior officer?" He put his hand to his ear. "I don't think I heard that right..."
"Oh... Well, I can repeat myself," Midnight said, brightening.
"Please do," he smirked.
"I said--" She suddenly leaned in close to the fox and shouted at the top of her lungs, "YOU'RE AN ASSWIPE!"
"ACK!" He laughed, falling back and rubbing at his ears. Whisper had to stifle a giggle at their playing. "Gods, Alleycat, you scream that loud when enemies pop up in front of you?"
"Only if they're deaf, stupid, and ugly like a certain fox I know," she smirked.
"Heh, hey, now," he grinned. "You two invited *me* to dinner, tonight, so I don't think I buy that last part."
Midnight grinned at Whisper and shook her head. "Leave it to a man to get his priorities straight." Whisper couldn't keep her giggles in anymore, despite biting her lip.
"Speaking of dinner," the fox grinned. "Nineteen-thirty okay with you two?"
"Sounds good to me," Midnight nodded with a smile. "See you there, James..." She took Whisper's paw, and led the quiet girl away from the landing pod. Once they were out of earshot, the cat admonished her friend. "You keep letting him throw you like that, and he's gonna think of it as an invitation."
The dog-hybrid's ears wilted. "Really...? He hasn't tried anything, and aside from you, he's been just about the only pilot who's treated me like I'm worth talking to..."
"Hon, the other pilots aren't shunning you. They're treating you exactly like they treat everyone else. It's been James and me who've treated you different."
Whisper hesitated in the hallway. "Melissa...?"
She stopped. "Yeah, Jin?" She only called her "Melissa" if something was bugging her.
"Are you and James...are you two, uhm..."
"Frakking?" Midnight grinned at the sudden bright blush on her friend's cheeks. "Sometimes. But he knows if he hurts you, I'll castrate him."
Whisper nodded slowly, blushing. "I--...thanks, Lissy." She smiled. "I love you...both of you."
"We love you, too, hon." Midnight smiled, and gave Whisper's paw a squeeze. "C'mon. I've got just the stuff to make you up for dinner tonight."
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The rat known as Aries stood at the edge of the flight deck, leaning against a wall. Despite being off-duty at the moment, he was there, and in his flight suit. Not far off, a group of Viper pilots glanced over at him occasionally. Due to Aikins' policy of rotating wing leaders, Aries had flown with just about every Viper pilot on the Atlantia, and had earned most of their trust, as well.
Most of them, when their current wing leader wasn't listening, voiced that they wished Aries was there to relieve their leader and take over. It wasn't that James "Jumper" Thompson was an incompetent wing leader--on the contrary, he was a damned good pilot, and a great strategist...but Aries was in a completely different level than Jumper, in their eyes. It wasn't every leader who'd take a bullet for one of their wingmen, but Aries had done that several times, pulling stunts to get his men out of tight situations.
Aries was, however, completely oblivious to the looks and quiet comments being made about him... His eyes were fixed on the latest charts. His mind was distracted by the mission. He let out an irritated sigh. He kept getting the feeling that if he just stared long enough at those damned charts, he'd be able to figure out where the pirates were hiding.
The charts had just been updated, per the last batch of Raptors' flights... Still nothing.
He was startled when another pilot came up to him. "E--excuse me, sir?" He turned to look at the speaker, a nervous-looking leopard. "D--do you think we'll--be getting down-time soon, sir...?" The rat shrugged, quirking an eyebrow, and the leopard gritted his teeth, even more nervous. "It's just that...well...before this mission, we were supposed to have downtime last week. Some of us had families that requested off their jobs specially to make a trip to come see us...and we missed our window."
Aries finally spoke. "You've still got families. Be glad of that much." He turned and walked off the flight deck without another word...
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OOC: Hopefully that's enough for tonight. I'll post my civvies soon. Sorry; I know the writing's not up to snuff, but I didn't wanna make everyone wait any longer than I already had. >_>;;
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Post by Darfix on Oct 31, 2008 15:43:37 GMT -5
(OOC: I wasn't given too much heads up on who the replacement pilots are so I'll run with it myself--also, we still need a CAG and you're the CO, Jinny ;p Also the use of your red fox confuses me some since he has no profile. Lots of responsibility for the guy playing the guys in charge  Kytash doesn't have a pilot assigned to fly her Raptor. This is all part of why I wanted to hold off, a lot of  still going on, but now I am in the mood for it so xD) Starboard Flight Deck(Att: Whisper, Midnight, Red Fox Captain Guy, anyone else on the flight deck.)As the feline, vulpine, and humanoid canine joked around a bit on the flight deck, the next batch of Viper jocks and Raptor crews had begun to enter the starboard flight deck to prepare for their mission out. Among the group was one of the top guns in the realm of Viper pilots, Sukira Alley, AKA, "Scavenger". She had a reputation for trying to be just another one of the "guys", though she also would never hesitate to seduce or tease one of the other "guys" if it fit into her objectives at the time. Sukira tossed her hands up in the air, her right one holding onto the helmet as she approached Whisper and Midnight, "So, what? Still not finding anything out there?" she commented, using a relatively sarcastic tone of voice, as if she were taking a stab at the idiots who ordered this stupid mission in the first place. "I tell you what, you better be careful out there, you never know what'll jump out of no where and blast you into dust out here--" she added, continuing on her path of sarcasm and confidence as she eyed her Viper, sitting in preparation to be loaded into the launch tube. All it was missing was its pilot. Sukira was obviously familiar to Midnight and Jin, she was known to speak her mind quite often and usually had a way of commanding the attention in the room, thus a lot of what she had to say usually was heard. This often times got her in trouble, but she never seemed to frustrated with disciplinary action taken against her. Whether she'd spend the night in her bunk or the brig was just another day either way. Also in the group of pilots and personnel picked to go on the next mission was perhaps the youngest and "greenest" of Raptor ECOs, Kytash Shapira, callsign "Snowblind" when she actually was piloting a Raptor, which so far had been never. The relatively shy feline approached the Viper pilot and the two other girls who had just got off of their recon mission. She had her helmet tucked under her arm at her right hip and was already suited. up. At the moment she had nothing to say, but she was listening to what Sukira had to say while making eye contact with her fellow Raptor sisters. Meanwhile, for none other than the reason to eyeball the females getting off of their current mission, Kalte Lanze, one of the ship's most notable marines, currently off duty and wearing relatively casual (for a blood thirsty soldier) clothing. He had been waiting near one of the causeways leading to the flight deck and a grin formed on his muzzle when he now was bearing witness to not one, not two, and not even three, but FOUR girls grouped up in a nice, neat, easily accessible group. He retained his grin as he strode over to them, slowly, but watching them with eyes that practically bled his reasons for moving towards the group. Kalte Lanze was known to be a total bad ass. If anything had to be done at any cost involving a ground operation or storming a ship, he was usually the man to call. On the other side, the wolf also had a habit of being overly friendly with the female variety of his shipmates. He has a few disciplinary reports in his file for sexual harassment, but nothing too severe. He's typically looked at in a positive light by his fellow shipmates and usually commands a great deal of respect just by entering a room. He has probably spent more time on Atlantia than any other marine or pilot and would definitely not fall into the category of "soft soldiers" that Commander Atkins wasn't too fond of. "Hehe, hey ladies..." he replied in a flirtatious manner, "How was your little space walk?" he asked. (OOC: I can't really place Sicil because Jin and I are discussing him. Tariya, Mikari, Yvari, Klazar, and Kinyu are either not finished, cannot be posted yet because they're on different ships, or for whatever reason cannot be posted yet. This is a short post but I kind of hope the short posts will be a fairly common practice. If it's a few paragraphs, it's easier to read and faster to reply to. Also, characters don't need to say 500 things at a time before anyone else can reply to them. I don't like the idea of my characters sitting there with drool coming down their mouths as someone else's character goes on and on for days xD) |
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Post by Jin Tonic on Nov 2, 2008 9:11:52 GMT -5
(OOC: I wasn't given too much heads up on who the replacement pilots are so I'll run with it myself--also, we still need a CAG and you're the CO, Jinny ;p Also the use of your red fox confuses me some since he has no profile. Lots of responsibility for the guy playing the guys in charge Kytash doesn't have a pilot assigned to fly her Raptor. This is all part of why I wanted to hold off, a lot of still going on, but now I am in the mood for it so xD) OOC: Well, I wanted to leave open to anyone who wanted to post to decide who the replacement pilots were... Just because my character's in command of the ship doesn't mean I'm in command of the rpg. I'm not gonna tell someone they can't post a character introduction, just 'cuz I didn't post a tag for their char. ^^; Also, fixed and posted James' profile. Amen. X3 IC: Midnight grinned at Sukira, halting her progress toward the sleeping quarters with Whisper. "Yeah, Sukie, but at least if we get blown to space dust, with Whisper here on my ship, we'll at least be sparkly space dust!" Jin blushed, the look of confusion on her face saying she wasn't quite sure what her friend meant, and wasn't sure she wanted to know. As it was, the topic of discussion had her a little pale. "As for finding anything," Midnight continued nonchalantly. "High Command's full of crap. If there're pirates out there plaguing the weak and innocent, I'll let you use my ass as a hangar bay for your Viper." That was about the time that Kalte approached. Midnight rolled her eyes at his weak pickup line. "Not near as satisfying as watching you take a space-hike," she grinned sweetly. |
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Post by Darfix on Jan 10, 2009 14:00:18 GMT -5
Sukira snickered a bit at Midnight's word choice regarding the sparkling space dust. "Well, if anyone could pull something like that off, it'd be the two of you!" she insisted, not turning to gaze at the constantly "randy" marine.
Kalte Lanze couldn't help but to grin at Midnight's comment regarding "docking" a Viper in her ass. He liked it so much, he ignored the other comment about him taking a space hike.
"Oh, honey, I'd gladly dock my viper anywhere you wanted it if you just said the word..." he said, despite his very crude word choice, he was at least saying it in a friendly, non-threatening manner.
Sukie couldn't help but to laugh a little at that, "Sure, sure, you say that like you could park that thing anywhere without scraping the walls so much you cause a breech in the hull..." she said, clearly indicating that based on Kalte's size and species, he was more likely than not, too well endowed to give any kind of pleasure to Midnight, herself, or Jin...
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Post by Jin Tonic on Jan 22, 2009 23:50:07 GMT -5
At Kalte's continued insistence on passing pickup lines at her, Midnight pretended to soften. She batted her eyes, and smiled. "Oh, my... That is a tempting offer...but you see, there're two problems with that. The first problem is your size... They say that the bigger a man's ego, the smaller his cock. It's true! I read a study about it!" She nodded at him, giving him a sad, sympathetic smile. "I'm so sorry, hon... And then there's the other thing... I'm afraid the fact that my boyfriend outranks you might be a little bit...hard for you to handle." She smiled sweetly. "But thanks for the offer, hon! I'm always willing to tell people where they can stick their vipers."
She winked at Sukie, grabbed Jin by the arm, and unless anyone stopped her, she proceeded to walk away with the dog-girl in tow...
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- "I'm going to kill them all. That ought to distract them."
Kytash doesn't have a pilot assigned to fly her Raptor. This is all part of why I wanted to hold off, a lot of 
still going on, but now I am in the mood for it so xD)