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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 20, 2009 22:31:04 GMT -5
Walton looked Sheppard up and down before holding his hand out to accept his plan for the operation. His face was set in stone. "I'll take your plan now Commander"
The XO of the ship, Commander Stowe came up and stood beside the Captain with a damage report in his hand. The captain held up a finger to ask him to wait a moment so that Sheppard could turn in his ground action plan.
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Post by Zero on Sept 21, 2009 18:15:20 GMT -5
I plan to have my guys attack from two, maybe three sides of the base. From there, we will capture different sections of the station, meeting at a certain point. I will get that on the fly. From there, me and two, maybe three men will get to the fire control center control center and shut it down while the rest of my men wreck hell and buy us time.
Shepard handed the captain his datapad as he spoke. He worked best in a small team rather than commanding a large group of marines, but that didn't make him any less competent. He was a leader and a warrior first, and a soldier second. He ran a hand through his hair and waited for the captains criticism on his plan, as that tend to happen with his plans. That's what he gets for thinking on the fly. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 22, 2009 2:21:23 GMT -5
Walton reached out for the datapad but didn't grab it. instead he grabbed Shepard by the wrist when his other hand was running through his hair and pulled hard, yanking the Marine officer right into Walton's fist, making contact at the cheek. he then sidestepped and let go. 2 year boxing champion at the academy had stayed with him and somewhere in the back of his mind he was proud but he stayed focused.
"Commander Shepard, if you ever, EVER, come onto my bridge again with your breath smelling like alcohol you'll be in the brig for the duration of your tour here. I'll put someone else in command, someone probably not as good as you, who will probably get some of your friends killed." Walton said to the man after he had sucker punched him. "Now go back to your quarters and sleep it off. You are now a Senior Officer on board a Republic military vessel and you should act like it. I'll review your plan and make any adjustments i think need to be made. At 0800 i'm going to sit down with you and lieutenant Cross and we'll hammer out something solid."
Walton pointed towards the Bridge's main exit. "Now your dismissed. Get off my bridge." The Captain made no effort to hide his anger. He took the datapad from Shepards hand, placed it on top of Cross's and accepted the damage report from the XO and started reading.
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Post by Zero on Sept 23, 2009 16:24:24 GMT -5
Shepard took a couple steps backwards when he was punched, and resisted the urge to grab his combat hiding, like always, under his left forearm. He could have taken on Walton, even if he was buzzed, but it would not be very good for him. He stood where he was, eyes nearly staring daggers at the Captain, but slowly turned around and left.
He slowly made his way to his private room, courtesy of him being one of the higher ranking officers on the ship. He sat on his bed and kicked off his boots, before he laid down.
Computer, wake me at 0630 hours.
A good shower and shave would be necessary tomorrow, and he would be able to get back into his armor again. He missed it. Quickly, Shepard forced his mind to shut down and was instantly asleep. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 23, 2009 20:43:38 GMT -5
Walton read the damage report. Everything was pretty much back to normal, or as far as normal as it could be with the current level of damage without some dry dock time.
An interesting note of the report detailed unusual radiation spikes following the ship. Always off their port quarter and always spiked when their hyperdrive was spun up for testing during repairs. Even stranger, the hull of the ship seemed to be irradiated with Cronau radiation. It seemed to be a unique frequency of radiation and none of the engineers could remember a case of a ships hull being irradiated like it before. The unanimous decision was that it must have something to do with the time travel. It was safe though, no danger to the crew, so Walton put it on a back burner in favor of getting the ship operational.
Walton handed the report off to be filed in ships archives and went over to the XO. "Talk to the Master at Arms. Tomorrow morning while i meet with Cross and Sheppard i want room inspections, starting with Sheppards. You'll be looking for alcohol specifically. Any booze you find will go to Doc Shen to be disposed of."
The XO nodded. "Will do Capt. Might take us a while."
"Like i said, start with Sheppard, then the other marine officers. Fan out from there to the ship's personnel. Officers first, then Chiefs then the rest of the enlisted personnel." He said. He walked over to the viewport where he could address the bridge. "That goes for everyone here. For the past year i've been lax. Extended you all latitudes that would never be seen on a warship during wartime. Well, it's wartime and it's time we started acting like it. Expect the rules to start being enforced."
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 23, 2009 23:38:38 GMT -5
JUMP AHEAD SHIP TIME: 0500 hours
Samantha alarm went off and she lurched up without thinking. Samantha's head slammed into the ceiling and she cursed. She had not slept so well sense she broke up with Sheppard. She laid back down rubbing her head. "It is never enough." Sam said as she slide out of the bunk and down onto the cold metal floor. She then headed over to her locker and grabbed out a fresh uniform, undergarments, a towel, toiletries and her communicator. She stretched one last time before walking out the room and heading to the showers. She took a short hot shower, not wasting a second. She then got dress, put on a little makeup, and walked out of the bathroom. As she walked back to her room to drop off her dirty cloths she made a quick stop at requisitions office.
Samantha walked through the pressure door and up to the counter. "Hay Mathew, anyway you can get me the Lieutenant commander bars along with the flight suit bars?" She said respectively to the requisition officer. Most people were buddy buddy to Mathew; he was the man that could get you what you needed. Samantha could not stand doing that, so her relationship with Mathew was much more casual.
Mathew turned around and walked back into his office. He came back with a datapad and a small box. "Here you go Sam; the captain already had sent an approval. All you need to do is sign." He held out the datapad along with an electronic pin.
Sam took them and scribbled her name. "Thanks Mathew. I will see you around." Sam smiled and walked out of the office and was back on her away to her room. She put her dirty clothes in her locker, put on her new rank insignia.
Samantha then walked out and over to the PA system on the wall. “This is the CAG. All pilots are to report to the briefing room at 0630 Hours. CAG out.” Samantha figured that gave them an hour to finish what they were doing before reporting and gave her time to get some coffee and fruit. Samantha started to make her way to the mess, hoping to beat the 0600 crowd.
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Post by Zero on Sept 28, 2009 19:15:49 GMT -5
An insistent beeping woke Shepard from his slumber. He rolled over to look at the chronometer, but it was just over 0500 hours. Sighing heavily, Shepard walked over to the holopad and activated it. One of the privates under his control. He looked ragged and harassed.
Sir, There's some problems down here. Private Harren completely lost it, and beat the snot out of Corporal Rivera. Hes at the medical bar right now. [/color] Why are you telling me all of this? Seems like you have it under control. He locked himself up and wont come out.[/color] Fine. I'll be there shortly. Out. Shepard shut down the projector, yawned, and tossed on a clean shirt and pants, and pulled on his boots. He left his room and headed down two floors to the marine barracks. Upon entering one of the rooms, he was strangely surprised to see how messed up it looks. Harren caused some hell. The marines were gathered around the bathroom door. Start getting this room cleaned up. You, give me that bat.YES SIR!Everyone jumped to work, and one of the marines handed Shepard his bat, and went to help clean up. Shepard entered a code into the door's keypad, and it unlocked and opened up. Pvt Harren was huddled against the far wall and rushed at Shepard with a knife when he entered the room. Shepard sidestepped and brought the bat first into his wrist, then down on his neck. The knife skidded across the floor and Harren fell to the ground, out cold by the bat to the neck. Shepard grabbed unconscience man by his shirt collar and left the room. He dragged him all the way to the brig and left him in a force cell. With that done, he went back to his room , threw off his clothes, and just as his head hit the pillow, the alarm went off. He cursed loudly and shut it off. He rose from the bed once again and went to take a shower, bringing only a towl with him, for the nearest shower was just down the hall from him. He came back to his room about 7 minutes later, and pulled on his personalized set of armor. ((think katarn armor, or clone commando armor.)) The black armor with deep maroon shoulder pads and trim over various parts of the armor shown in great contrast to the gray-white of his room. It was normally hard to see him out of armor when it was getting closer to a mission. Fully in armor, with the exception to his helmet, Shepard went on his way to the mess hall to rid his headache with come coffee and breakfast.[/center][/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 28, 2009 21:35:13 GMT -5
Walton rubbed his eyes. Unlike most of those under his command, he hadn't opted for the good nights rest. He was standing over the holotable at the center of the bridge going over the attack plans from Sheppard and Cross. He had inputted as much historical data as he could on the station into the scenario as he could but no matter how many times he played through it he always lost at least 2 fighters and one dragoon. Which meant, to the best of his knowledge he was not only asking some of his men to risk their lives, but to die for the rest of the ship.
That kind of responsibility had always kept him up at night so he let the insomnia go to use in adjusting their plans to try and minimize the problems. What really worried him however was not that he was sending people into battle. He'd done that before and learned to deal with it. His problem was that he wondered if he was killing himself because he was sending his son into battle. Charlie Walton was a good Dragoon pilot but Gabriel always had problems letting him ride into the storm.
"Gram. i think it's time i got some sleep. You have the con." Walton said as he walked away from the table and off the bridge. Maybe some rested eyes would see something his tired, old eyes hadn't in the morning.
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 29, 2009 0:25:33 GMT -5
Samantha had her cup of coffee and looked at her watch. It was 0600 and she started to walk to the briefing room. It took about ten minutes to get there, but she still was the first. She quickly set up her datapad into the computer and prepared her briefing. The briefing itself was rather short; she figured it would not be more than thirty minutes. She then counted another fifteen minutes of questions, five minutes to get another cup of coffee and then ten minutes to get to the captains office.
The pilots filled slowly, once coming off alert seeming to drag themselves in. Once they all were sitting and talking Sam walked up to the podium and cleared her throat. As she did the pilots quieted down. "This briefing well covers the topic of squadron reformation along with standby rotation and training requirements. In front of each of you is the squadron rooster. As you can see have ended Red, Blue and Green squadrons and placed those pilots into Suicide Kings, Yellow Aces and the new formed Blackjacks squadron. Please look over the rooster and memorized were you have been assigned and those you well be flying with." Samantha paused for a moment as the pilots read over the datapad. It was easy to tell that some of them were pissed, especially Blackjack Leader and Blackjack 2. She held up her hand as more talking took over. "Save all your bitching to the end of the briefing. I well talk to individual cases then. Moving on is standby rotation. We got all twenty four tubes again, that means that each squadron well be doing eight hour watches. Meaning fighters powered up and in the tubes with a minimum of a single flight in the fighters at any given time. The squadron on the next watch well have their birds in the tubes, but they are not required to have them started or people in them. The order will go Suicide Kings from 0600 to 1400, Yellow Aces from 1400 to 2200 and then Blackjacks from 2200 to 0600.” She let the pilots quickly jot down the time that they were on watch before continuing. “Furthermore, each squadron will also spend a minimum of four hours a day training together. This will either be in space, in the simulators or even just here going working on data." Samantha was to the point. She never liked when the CAG was not to the point, so she did not want to be a hypocrite. "You are dismissed, I have told 0650 to take questions." Sam took a drink of her coffee as the majority of the pilots rushed to the podium.
The first ones were the remains of the Suicide Kings. "What the fuck is your problem. You do not break up the Elite squadron of this ship. That is like breaking up a band while in the middle of a tour." The squadron leader said as he walked up and looked Sam in the eyes.
Sam realized she needed to maintain control of these pilots. If not she would not be able to leaded them into battle. Her tone went harsh and she channeled her old instructor from the naval academy. "You are talking to your superior office and you well show the proper respect pilot. If you don't you won't fly for the rest of this trip and your squadron well be another member down. Do I make me self clear?" Sam said as she stood up as straight as a board. The pilots snapped to attention and the Suicide Leader felt like an idiot.
Sam glared at them for a moment then answered his question. "If we are going to make it through this we are going to need to not have just one squadron of great pilots, we need three squadrons. I took placed Lieutenant Spearmen and Johns in Blackjacks so they can share the vast amount of knowledge that your squadron had already amassed. Everyone becomes stronger." Samantha looked out among the pilots, no doubt wanting to bitch about their assignments. "We all are going to have to make sacrifices if this ship is going to make it home, but I want you to understand something. Thirty eight brave pilots made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of this ship; that is thirty eight to many. I am not saying we won’t lose people, but I will be damn if I sit back and don't do all in my power to make sure that number does not grow. If you don't like where you are assigned, bite your lip and tough it out. We are at war and we don't always get what we want." Sam looked out across the pilots. Most had their heads lowered, remembering those that died. She allowed the moment of silence before speaking again. "Now, any other questions or concerns." The pilots were pretty much quite. "Okay, meet with your squadron leaders about arranging meetings and get to know who you are fling with. On the table in the back our new squadron patches. Yellow Aces squadron is to meet at 0900 hours back here." Samantha saluted the pilots and walked out of the room. She checked her watch and headed to the mess.
Sam quickly picked up a second cup of coffee from the mess before heading to Captain Walton’s office. She checked her watch and was ten minutes early. She knocked on the door, hopping the captain would let her in so she could at lease set down rather than stand in the corridor looking stupid.
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Post by Zero on Sept 29, 2009 0:49:24 GMT -5
Shepard had just finished his meal when his comlink went off. He reached into a compartment on his belt and pulled it out.
Shepard here. Sir, its Gunnery Chief Adams. A couple of us were wanting permission to go the sims for some combat. Granted. After that, have Team Hawk, Snake, and Boar be at the ready room at 1000 hours. Over and out.
Three teams were the best on the ship. Shepard created the three teams for the most dangerous, and this would be one of the times that they would ll work together. The 4 man squads were always with Ash, with Hawk being the best of the best, working all angles, with snake best at infiltration and Boar, more of a demolitions group.
Ash checked his chrono, downed his coffee, and left for the captains office. He would be late if he was slow, so he was at a late jog, and everyone got out of his way. At least he made it in time. He had about 3 minutes to spare when he turned the corner. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 29, 2009 2:36:04 GMT -5
Walton awoke with a start. It was still a half hour before his alarm was supposed to go off and he felt like he'd just closed his eyes. He rolled over in his bed and gave a sigh of frustration as he realized he couldn't go back to sleep, and the extra half hour would only be a tease anyway. He climbed out of his rack and went to his personal shower. He spent his extra 30 minutes with the warm water on his skin which was a better wake up than anything.
He pulled out a fresh uniform and put it on, giving it a once over to make sure it was nice and pressed before going down to the Officer Mess for a cup of Caf. The staff at the officers mess knew how he liked it so he grabbed a disposable cup worth of the stuff and carried it to his office. He keyed the intercom for the bridge. "Gram, i'm in my office. Let me know when you need a relief."
He sat down at his desk and pulled out his datapad from a locked drawer to begin working on the plans again. He had an idea that was bold and risky and right up his street normally but he was worried that in their weekend condition it would do more harm then good.
Commander Gram Stowe's voice came over the intercom. "Sir, just letting you know. We're within strike distance of the target. She's 15 lightyears out. I've ordered the ship to all stop and silent running. i doubt there are any scouts out this far but i figured safer was better then sorry."
Walton sipped his caf before keying his intercom. "Understood, i'll be over in a minute. I have my meeting with Cross and Sheppard in a few minutes. Prepare a Dragoon for a scouting mission. Lets get some up to date intel."
Stowe laughed. "Up to date? Planning on making corrections to the history books are we?"
"No, just covering all the bases. One Dragoon, maximum safe distance, passive sensors only please. Let me know when it launches." the Captain responded and cut the intercom link.
He sipped his coffee again and leaned back in his chair examining his datapad.
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 29, 2009 20:01:03 GMT -5
Samantha stood outside the door drinking her coffee waiting for the meeting. She wondered how the captain would react to her attack plan. Did he agree with her feeling that the Dragoons were more important than the fighters or did he think that her plan was not good enough? More then have something to prove to the captain she had something to prove to herself. Was she really the right women to replace Commander Weatherbee.
She took one more drink from her coffee and knocked again. This time she was invited in. She opened the door and stepped in. "Good morning Captain." Samantha said as she saluted. "Late night I can see." Samantha said as she took a drink of her coffee. She stood until she was told she could sit, it was the proper thing to do.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 30, 2009 15:06:32 GMT -5
Walton waved towards one of the other chairs. "have a seat lieutenant commander."
The captain put his datapad on his desk and sat up strait. "I've been playing with your plan. It's good but I don't think you took all your resources into account. The dragoons can provide on site sensor jamming as well as a smoke screen of drones."
Walton sipped his caf. "I think john's going to have to deal with fewer then 6 dragoons too. I want at lead two hanging with your fighters to provide ECM support and SAR. How are your pilots? Are they adjusting fine?"
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Post by Zero on Sept 30, 2009 17:15:00 GMT -5
Shepard knocked three times on the door, waited a moment, then let himself in. He nodded quickly to Sam before he stood at attention and saluted Walton. He looked like he needed sleep bad, so he must have been up all night going over Sam's air plan and his ground attack.
Sir, here as ordered.
Shepard let his arm fall when it was time, and leaned against a wall, dark eyes watching everything while he listened. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Sept 30, 2009 22:39:55 GMT -5
Samantha smiled and took the seat. She listened to Walton and was happy. "Yes sir, it was only a initial battle plan, I never knew that the CAG had it so hard. I am glad that you want to hold to back sir. Those shuttles are more important than the fighters in my opinion. I gave Shepard all six shuttles because he said he thought he could not even handle with one drop." Sam said as she took a drink of coffee. She still had a strong belief in the power of those shuttles; they would be doing everything from scouting, ECM, SAR, and even as bombing of capital ships.
She then switched topics to her pilots. "They are going to be fine. A swift kick in the ass put them back inline. I would like to possible get them training time in space after this mission sir. We have some of the best pilots in the Republic, but they still well need to spend more time in space together to learn to work together in their new squadron." Sam figured the Captain already knew this, but she wanted to make sure it was said out loud. As she took a drink of her coffee when Shepard walked in. She just looked at him and then back at the captain. Now they were all here the captain would begin the meeting.
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