Mast looks at Thompson. "What I am thinking, Tick-Tock
, is that gleam of mischief in your eyes indicates you would like to figure out how to get our 'party favors' fused and then deliver them with this Raptor. I say that you should probably go out and get with the CO of this ship and get her arming codes so we can get these things prepped just in case. And I still
think you're a little too paranoid, and I'm slightly
worried about you with your headaches and such earlier today, but I really think we need to see if we can get these weapons either to a ship that can launch them or in at least
in the appropriate Weapons Condition." She smiles at him just as the radio crackles.
"ALL PERSONNEL, ALL PERSONNEL, STAND DOWN TO CONDITION TWO. SAY AGAIN, ALL PERSONNEL, ALL PERSONNEL, STAND DOWN TO CONDITION TWO. CYLON CONTACTS HAVE JUMPED AWAY. PREPARE FOR TRANSFER OPERATIONS WITH THE FLAGSHIP, GALACTICA. VICE PRESIDENTIAL RESCUE TEAM AND DECK CHIEF, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CIC FOR DEBRIEFING WHEN YOU HAVE TIME. SAY AGAIN, RESCUE TEAM AND DECK CHIEF, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CIC WHEN YOUR DUTIES ALLOW...THIS IS NOT AN IMMEDIATE PRIORITY, NOR DO YOU ALL HAVE TO REPORT AT ONCE."
Through the Raptor's hull, Thompson could faintly hear Major Deering's voice announcing the same thing over the 1MC.
Goshan smiles--slightly dreamily, indicating she's still somewhat 'stoned'--at Fuller. "Aye-aye, Sir. And I don't think
you should hand me anything dangerous like a firearm right now, No." She shakes her head. "While everything is one, sometimes things turn odd colors for a couple seconds, and I learned I had to adjust everything I see a few degrees to starboard walking to the Hangar or I walked into walls. So, No Weapons For Me." Goshan is quite cheerful about this...but, despite clearly being drugged-up, is still alert to everything going on in the Hangar. She smiles cheerfully--she is quite
good looking, and now is 'cute'--at Fuller as she takes a step closer to him. "Sticking to you, Sir!"
Right then, throughout Meleager
(from the Hangar to the Infirmary to the CIC), the 1MC rang out with Major Deering's voice. "ALL PERSONNEL, ALL PERSONNEL, STAND DOWN TO CONDITION TWO. SAY AGAIN, ALL PERSONNEL, ALL PERSONNEL, STAND DOWN TO CONDITION TWO. CYLON CONTACTS HAVE JUMPED AWAY. PREPARE FOR TRANSFER OPERATIONS WITH THE FLAGSHIP, GALACTICA. VICE PRESIDENTIAL RESCUE TEAM AND DECK CHIEF, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CIC FOR DEBRIEFING WHEN YOU HAVE TIME. SAY AGAIN, RESCUE TEAM AND DECK CHIEF, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CIC WHEN YOUR DUTIES ALLOW...THIS IS NOT AN IMMEDIATE PRIORITY, NOR DO YOU ALL HAVE TO REPORT IN A GROUP AT ONCE."
had Jumped, her Navigation Officer (who was normally Captain Fenq's understudy; while a competent astrogator, he was not quite
up to a No-Notice Hot Drop) had used the largest mass reading around as the basis for his Jump calculations. And he had masterfully made those calculations, dropping Meleager
right at Major Deering's ordered five kilometers from the mass.
Problem was, the mass he used was Asteroid X-51, not Galactica
flashed into existence from her Jump 1,203 meters away from the Resurrection Ship...although Meleager
classed the Resurrection Ship as a 'Basestar' and responded...appropriately.
exploded into fire as she directed every single
weapon--including her point-defense batteries--against the Resurrection Ship. The Resurrection Ship's Hybrid writhed in pain for nearly ninety seconds before successfully Jumping away, heavily damaged...right before Meleager
managed to get a lock for her nuclear missiles. The 19 Vipers Meleager
had launched to engage the massed Raiders had almost made contact with the Cylons when the Raiders, too, Jumpe away...much to the surprise of the Viper Pilots of both Galactica
came about and quickly headed over to take up a position three kilometers off of Galactica's
port side (and her sole functional Flight Pod). Major Deering and Commander Adama began to confer over the wireless--immediately after Deering had personally announced the Stand-Down--about transferring critical supplies and personnel to Galactica
As the shuttle--containing the last of the Marines and three very
traumatized teenage girls--finished coming down the Lift and arrived at the Hangar, the food began arriving onboard heavily-laden trays pushed by struggling yeoman. Previously-detailed personnel split off in ones and twos from the various Sections to help set everything up in an accessible but not-in-the-way location...which, ironically, ended up being by Raptor 212 (just outside its Access Control Perimeter).
Corporal Clarence and Red Team lead Stryker to Marine Country, and Clarence leads him into the Squad Bay. "Go ahead and grab your preferred load-out, Lieutenant.
If we have it, it's yours...besides the 'Cylon-Slayer'.
|Legate71, go ahead an look over the spare equipment lists in the Marine Thread of the Background Section; submit a request to me--either OOC or IC with OOC text--but everything should be good. (My preference is IC, by the way.) Any questions I will happily field OOC; specific stats can be found in the 'Ares Guide to Infantry Weapons in the Colonies' under Links in the Background Section. IC will be addressed to Corporal Clarence (since she had the keys to the equipment lockers at the moment). |
Crane looks at Meas with an odd expression and shakes her head when he's done speaking. "Must be something in the air at universities combined with being a civilian of means." She goes back for seconds, almost a third of which is dessert. She raises an eye at Doctor Meas. "Would you like a slice of the chocolate-fudge-mint-peanut butter pies? It's a specialty of one of our cooks, who scuttlebutt says was an Admiral's chef before something
got him 'exiled' to Meleager
." She shrugs. "Anyway, they are amazing
. Best mixed-chocolate-and-other-flavors dessert I have ever
had. Want a slice while I'm over here?"