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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 25, 2009 0:48:56 GMT -5
Walton paced up and down the bridge, watching his crew work. He noticed the second shift come on to replace those who had been working. There were an awful lot of alternates and trainees at the stations.
Damage control reports were comming in on the hour. The ship was slowly but surely returning to readiness. They had stopped leaking air two hours ago but life support was still critical. unoccupied sections of the ship were closed down and vented of their atmosphere to help fill the rest of the ship. The reactors were coming back up to full capacity and the shield generators were nearly fully functional again.
The down time was best on the crew however. With things not on red alert Walton was able to schedule regular shifts for the crew allowing them to get some time off and rest. Take some personal time for their own recreational and spiritual needs. Moral had improved slightly, but noticeably in the few hours since they had fled the battle for Rataka Prime.
Walton was most worried about their apparent effect on history. They had literally put themselves in the history books. They were the ship that saved the Ebon Hawk from certain doom. Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted to have the burden of historical figure on his shoulders while he was still alive.
His top most priority was to figure out a way to get them home without effecting the timeline too much. But still, they were a warship that was in desperate need of supplies in order to stay functioning, and every member of the crew had sworn an oath to the republic. That oath didn't care if it was a republic from 60 years in the past or 60 years in the future. He had to face facts. getting home might not be possible.
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Post by Zero on Aug 25, 2009 23:43:43 GMT -5
God Fucking Damn-it! Why wont this be perfect!
For the fifth time since ariving at the pilotes briefing room, shepard threw his metal mug against the far wall, but, like the last four times, it was empty. The first three times Shepard tried this, he just cursed multiple times.
Shepard now pased around the large holo-table in the center of the room, trying to decide how the ninth way should go. Hopefully Sam would get here and help him with some of the flying crap.
Once he was fully around the table, Shepard sighed heavily and ran a hand through his slightly graying hair. He wasn't even out of his 30's yet and he was starting to gray already, but thats what he gets for years of stressful missions.
I dont have enough men to waste. Fuck.... Where the hell are you, Sam. [/sub][/b]
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Post by Odan Thos on Aug 26, 2009 0:09:55 GMT -5
Samantha stood in the doorway as Shepard cursed and threw his cup into the wall. She walked in shaking her head. "You really need learn to relax. This is my briefing room now and if you continue to throw a tantrum I will gladly kick your cheating ass out until you cool down.” Sam walked in a placed her coffee cup on the holographic table. She then plugged into her datapad and brought up the target.
She then looked at Shepard. “First off, give up taking all your men. I can get no more than 48 men to the station onboard the six remaining Dragoons. That is eight men per shuttle.” Samantha had six shuttles appear on holographic table. “So where do you want these shuttles to end up docking with the station?” Samantha picked up her cup and took a drink. She could not believe she had to deal with Shepard again. She continued to drink her black coffee thinking of different ways to torture Shepard; like she did by making him wait.
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Post by Zero on Aug 26, 2009 0:37:48 GMT -5
Shepard turned around quickly when he heard Sam's voice, and but down on his tongue, stopping the streams of curses from flying off of it. He turned around slowly, picked up his cup, went to the syntesizer, and got himself some whiskey. After a couple moments of thinking, he sat on the bench, and downed his drink. The face afterwards was not a very pretty one after drinking all that whiskey.
well, now that I know how how many men I can have at once, I want four shuttles to het high, and after that attack, the last two to head low under their radar. If you can do that, and have your flyers give us air cover, then we should be good. I woudl alaso like to have at least three of your shuttles to keep ferring in troopers for me.
Shepard didn't want to argue with Sam right now: that had more important things to do, and he didn't want his temper to slip up. She knew that he wouldn't lay a finger on her, or any other woman, in anger, but he could still verbally go off on them.
((brain is starting to die. i cant think of any other forms of attack right now.)) [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 26, 2009 15:11:45 GMT -5
You guys can keep posting. When you get a plan together (something clever) bring it to Walton for his approval.
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Post by Odan Thos on Aug 28, 2009 19:40:42 GMT -5
Samantha almost broke out laughing at Shepard’s request. She took several deep breaths before she finally was able to speak. “You did not pass basic space operations did you? In space, there is no ‘under the radar’ and you should know that.” Sam took a drink of coffee for she started to punch information into the holographic table.
The Galactica along with the shuttles and fighters appeared on the board. “Here is what I was thinking to get you boys to the stations. I think a modified A-wing Slash is the best approach for your men. It will give you the element of surprise.” Samantha input the data for the computer and the video projected. It showed the Galactica jumping in out of range of the enemy sensors and launching out of the bay squadrons followed closely by two Dragoons. Samantha explained what was going on as the images moved. “Okay, the Galactica jumps in here. This is out of the range of the enemies sensors for this class of station. We then launch the three squadrons and our six dragoons with your men in them. The Cobras well fly at one forth thrust while the dragoons well travel at two thirds thrust to keep up. The Dragoons well remain hidden from the enemy sensors in the cobras exhaust as they approach the station. When we get within 1000 meters of the station the cobras and dragoons well go full throttle and brake opposite directions. The weapons should focus on the fighters, but they won’t be able to adjust for our increase of speed. By then the Dragoons will touch down and be out of the firing angle of the turrets. You then cut through and do your job. The Cobras well then destroy any fighters and protect the transports.” Samantha took another drink of her black coffee. While it sounded almost too simple to successes it had several advantages that would not normally occur if they were not in this time period. Things like the enemy not knowing the performance specs on their craft or not have seen this tactic.
Samantha looked at Shepard and her tone drove home the idea that she found the ships more valuable then his soldiers. "And those six shuttles are not going anywhere until you knock out fire control. And if you do knock out firing control however we can bring the Galactica in for docking and you can have all your men at once." Samantha realized the need for as many troops as possible; but she was not going to risk those valuable crafts. He would need to make bringing down firing control a high priority.
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Post by Zero on Aug 30, 2009 13:31:09 GMT -5
This isn't a full on space engagement. Your focusing more on your little crafts than my men. 48 men may not be enough to bring down this fireing contol system. you need to bring down a couple of those turrents so that I can get me some more of my men in there. Without us down there, we fail the mission. if that happen's, then im not only dead, but so are the rest of you with no fighters and no weapons.
Ash got himself some more whiskey and this time he didn;t down it, but slowly sipped on the liquid. His relatively cold eyes looked over the holo table before he started inputing some new data. This showed what Ash was talking about, and hd the fighters take down turrets, and showed the dragoons lnding and taking off again. Too bad there were no bombers on board. They would have come in handy with taking out the baraks and other stratigic points. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 1, 2009 20:11:53 GMT -5
Samantha's buried her face into hand. "You are telling me that 48 marines caring superior firepower and the element of surprise could not capture a supply depot's fire control room." Samantha pulled up more detailed information about the station. Being a supply depot and POW camp in the middle of nowhere meant it did not need many gaurds. It was however still armed for a military station of its size. "Anyways look at this thing; it got the firepower of a Goten Space Gun. Twenty eight turbo-laser turrets to protect it from fighters, shuttles, and corvettes. It can focus its fire of a majority of those turrets and use it torpedoes to pose a threat to larger capital ships. Its shields are strong enough to defend against the pee shooters I have on my fighter." Samantha switched the view back to the ships. She understood where they were coming from. Everyone always wanted more forces in a battle; but sometimes you had to choice only the very best. She also wished she had more shuttles because they already don’t have enough for basic operations.
Sam realized they would have to compromise, but she already had way more on the line then Shepard. He may not realize it, but to her those shuttles were worth at least two or three Cobras each. That is why the A-wing Slash type attack rather than a silent running approach with the Galactica and Cobras coming in from a different side. It put too much faith that the enemy would miss them.
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Post by Zero on Sept 2, 2009 17:14:22 GMT -5
Fuck it. Just get me down there and I will plan everything on the run. Who knows what the fuck is down there. Whole fuck load of fun this time trip has been.
Shepard down his drink before refiling it again across the room. He stood there, leaning against the wall and lost deep withing the inner sanctums of his mind. Something didn't feel right about this mission. That base looked too powerful to be just a POW site, and perhaps even more so for a supply station. But who cares. He would do what he did best and get the mission done, and plan everything on the fly. That's what usually happens to him, anyway. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 3, 2009 12:41:34 GMT -5
Samantha shook her head as Shepard poured another drink and then zoned out. He was a great tactician, but he did not act like a commander. “Pull yourself together soldier. You are the Marine Commander. ACT LIKE IT!” Sam started to downloaded the battle plan to a datapad.
It showed the plan attack for the space battle as she thought it should be done. It had the Galatica jumping into the system far out of the range station sensors. Here it would launch its fighters and dragoons which would head to the station far below their max speed. Then the Galactica would calculate for a microjump to the other side of the station, jumping into the sensor range. This would divide the enemy’s attention. At this time the three squadrons would enter the sensor range appearing a bomber formation making a run again the station. They would fly a good distance apart to reduce the fire which could be brought on each group. They would then break and go full throttle while the dragoons did the same. The fighters would then engage any enemy fighters in the area before withdrawing for the range of the stations weapons. After this point it was all on Shepard to bring down the fire control so they could have the shuttle undock and the Galactica could be brought in close to make the transfer of troops to the station quicker.
Sam looked back at Shepard after the download was complete. “If you are coming to brief the captain, may I suggest a breath mint.” Samantha headed out the door with her coffee cup and the two datapads she needed to give to the captain; both the battle plan and her squadron rooster. She headed to the bridge, she figured he would be there or his office at this time.
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Post by Zero on Sept 6, 2009 22:35:01 GMT -5
Shut the hell up, Sam.
Shepard was not a very nice man when he ws drunk, but drunk or not, he was still a crack shot with a blaster. Luckally, he had only a buzz going on, so he wasn't entirely pissed off at the world. Everyone who worked with him knew not to take anything personal when he was drunk: it was the only way for him to dull his past.
When Sam left, he downed his glass, pulled out a small metal box from one of his pockets, and popped a mint from it. The coolness burned his throat because of the whiskey, but he just powered through it and fallowed after Sam. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 6, 2009 22:57:52 GMT -5
As Samantha walked to the bridge she checked her watch. She was on hour 25 without sleep and she was starting to feel it. Even worst was when she finished running her battle plan by the captain; she needed to brief the pilots on the new squadron and which order of rotation for being on call. Sam took another drink of her black coffee, which was cold now. She did not like it cold, but she needed the caffeine if she was going to be able to answer any question and deal with Shepard.
Sam finished her coffee as she walked onto the bridge and over to the Captain. She brought up her hand and saluted before talking. "Sir, I got the squadron rooster I wanted to propose and also the plan on attacking the Sith Supply Station." Sam felt like yawning, but held it in. She felt as one of the senior officers on the Galactica she needed to present herself in the proper manner; unlike Shepard.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 7, 2009 4:06:35 GMT -5
Captain Walton turned his attention from the ship status readouts to Cross. "Thank you Lieutenant Commander. I'm sure the Roster will be acceptable and i'll take the attack plan under very careful consideration before i approve anything." He said.
He walked over to his command chair and held out his hand to her. "I'll take both now and review them. You get to your quarters and get some rack time. you attempts at hiding it are valiant but your exhausted. Remember i used to be a Lieutenant Commander at one point too. I know all the tricks."
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 9, 2009 15:17:40 GMT -5
Samantha handed the captain the two datapads. "Understood sir. I just need to use the ship PA quickly then I am off. If you have any question, just wake me." She walked over to one of the PA mic’s. "Red Flight and Green Flight report to the hangerbay as alert fighters. Suicide King Flights One and Two are relieved. That is all." Sam turned off the PA and took a breath. She then turned to the captain and saluted before walking off the bridge. She somewhat wise she could stay and see what the captain had to say about Shepards own condition; but the captain was right, she needed to sleep.
Samantha finally made it to the pilots’ quarters and walked over to her bunk. She stripped down and climbed into her bed. It seemed softer than usual and she quickly fell asleep. She dreamed about fighting in a battle, but she was forced to eject. She just floated in space watching the battle waiting to be picked up, but as the battle progressed she realize that she was not going to be picked up and she slowly was engulfed by the darkness.
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Post by Zero on Sept 9, 2009 22:10:31 GMT -5
Shepard only arrived on the brdge as Sam was leaving. He just ignored her and went on his own merry, almost drunken, way. He had a data pad in his hand with a very simple plan on it. It wasn't anything like the things he was known for pulling off, but he was an improvisor, so things were bouned to change. Once he was near the captian, he, for once, stood at attention... mostly.
Captian, have a simple plan once the fly-guys get us on the station. Nothing fancy, but you know how I work and how things usually turn out for me. [/b][/sub]
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