2011-04-26, 08:11 PM
Everyone's actions are in, and I'm probably not gonna be awake when the deadline hits.. so.. Here's the day!
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Captain Apollo was assigned to Fleet Security Patrol on this night, along with two nuggets. Most Viper jocks hated flying with nuggets, but it was a necessity at this point, with the losses they'd been sustaining to the Cylons. Apollo, however, enjoyed the experience, relishing the opportunity to mentor young, moldable, eager pilots. Besides, these two, Hotdog and Kat, seemed like smart, well-trained kids. Not your average nugget.
The night had been uneventful, as were most nights spent flying through an amalgamation of humanity's starships, sailing across space with no particular purpose. Quite suddenly, though, Apollo's Draedus scanner picked up movements. "Unidentified objects, three of 'em, bearing down fast to port!" he barked. As one, the three Vipers turned to face the new threat head-on. "Alright, guys, you know the drill. Spread formation," Apollo commanded.
The Vipers quickly spread out into a wide flight pattern. "Cylon signature confirmed!" Kat chimed in. "Getting readouts on their electronics."
"Weapons free," Apollo ordered. "Let's take 'em out before they can see anything useful." The two sides were fast closing on each other.
As the Cylons closed to within striking distance, they pulled up into a strange flight pattern - not unusual visually, but tactically. "Captain, it looks like they're all gunning for you," Hotdog observed.
"Their mistake! Circle around behind them for killshots while I distract them," Apollo ordered. He began bucking and weaving with his Viper, looping and twirling it with infinitesimal ease in the zero-gee environment. The Cylons were in hot pursuit - too hot, he thought to himself. []Hurry up back there, guys.[/i]
After what felt like an eternity of desperate evasive maneuvers, during which several volleys of machine gun fire clipped just past his wings, Apollo heard the satisfying whoom of a deep space explosion. "One down!" Kat yelped.
The first explosion was quickly followed by another. "Last one, make your shots count! I can only keep this up for so long," Apollo reminded them. He was starting to feel antsy, as if the last Cylon had been tracking him as a cat hunts a mouse, waiting for the right moment to strike. And sure enough, a few seconds later, WHAM! he felt the rupture more than heard it, as a blast from the Cylon tore through part of his right wing as he crossed back through its firing solution. "Damnit, I'm hit! I'm hit, I'm hit!" he shouted.
A few seconds later, another subtle whoom arced past his ears. "Apollo here, I think I'm alright, no major damage - you get the last one?" he asked.
"Roger that, Captain. All taken care of. Let's get you back to base," Kat radioed.
"Gladly!" Apollo almost laughed. That had been close.
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Next morning, Colonel Tigh was down in the cantina, where he could often be found, catching the morning news.
Checking his watch, he realized the day's Quorom proceedings were about to start. He straightened his uniform and briskly headed off.
Nobody died last night. Again!
It is now Day 4. Day 4 will end roughly 24 hours from the time of this post. Gogogo.
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Captain Apollo was assigned to Fleet Security Patrol on this night, along with two nuggets. Most Viper jocks hated flying with nuggets, but it was a necessity at this point, with the losses they'd been sustaining to the Cylons. Apollo, however, enjoyed the experience, relishing the opportunity to mentor young, moldable, eager pilots. Besides, these two, Hotdog and Kat, seemed like smart, well-trained kids. Not your average nugget.
The night had been uneventful, as were most nights spent flying through an amalgamation of humanity's starships, sailing across space with no particular purpose. Quite suddenly, though, Apollo's Draedus scanner picked up movements. "Unidentified objects, three of 'em, bearing down fast to port!" he barked. As one, the three Vipers turned to face the new threat head-on. "Alright, guys, you know the drill. Spread formation," Apollo commanded.
The Vipers quickly spread out into a wide flight pattern. "Cylon signature confirmed!" Kat chimed in. "Getting readouts on their electronics."
"Weapons free," Apollo ordered. "Let's take 'em out before they can see anything useful." The two sides were fast closing on each other.
As the Cylons closed to within striking distance, they pulled up into a strange flight pattern - not unusual visually, but tactically. "Captain, it looks like they're all gunning for you," Hotdog observed.
"Their mistake! Circle around behind them for killshots while I distract them," Apollo ordered. He began bucking and weaving with his Viper, looping and twirling it with infinitesimal ease in the zero-gee environment. The Cylons were in hot pursuit - too hot, he thought to himself. []Hurry up back there, guys.[/i]
After what felt like an eternity of desperate evasive maneuvers, during which several volleys of machine gun fire clipped just past his wings, Apollo heard the satisfying whoom of a deep space explosion. "One down!" Kat yelped.
The first explosion was quickly followed by another. "Last one, make your shots count! I can only keep this up for so long," Apollo reminded them. He was starting to feel antsy, as if the last Cylon had been tracking him as a cat hunts a mouse, waiting for the right moment to strike. And sure enough, a few seconds later, WHAM! he felt the rupture more than heard it, as a blast from the Cylon tore through part of his right wing as he crossed back through its firing solution. "Damnit, I'm hit! I'm hit, I'm hit!" he shouted.
A few seconds later, another subtle whoom arced past his ears. "Apollo here, I think I'm alright, no major damage - you get the last one?" he asked.
"Roger that, Captain. All taken care of. Let's get you back to base," Kat radioed.
"Gladly!" Apollo almost laughed. That had been close.
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Next morning, Colonel Tigh was down in the cantina, where he could often be found, catching the morning news.
Quote:Hello, and welcome to the 11 o'clo-
-loud explosion noises-
-screaming-
-yelling-
-gunblasts-
EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!
You, cameraman, is that camera rolling?
Then point it at me. I SAID POINT IT AT ME!
Alright, this is going out live, right?
Okay.
Attention Commander of the Enterprise, we have control of this news station and taken everyone hostage, if you don't surrender to us we wi-
Huh? What?
What in the fracking frag is a Galactica?
Cylons?
Sounds like we ended up on the wrong side of the universe.
Alright everyone, back on the ship, we have to go back and take that left turn at the Andromeda galaxy like I said instead of a right turn. So much for my navigation specialist.
Sorry bo-
Just get on the fracking ship.
Well, after those interesting events I believe a break is in order.
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"Are you tried of the same old everyday noises? Do you want to hear something besides the sound of footsteps, people talking and the roar of spaceship engines? Well then! You need your very own Angelic Choir! Once you order all you have to do it plug it into your iSpacePod and you'll have the sounds of Seraphim, Cherubim and Ophanim around you all the time! Go meta your normal everyday life! Order now!"
While we are still cleaning things up here folks we go live to D'Anna on the Galactica.
Thanks Tom, but not much happened aboard the Galactica. Once the meeting started there was a few names brought forth including myself and a few defensive remarks, but other than that the day was pretty calm. That was until the meeting had settled on two people split evenly down the middle on who was a Cylon, for a while it looked like one of the men would be killed until another woman stood up to defend him thus ending the meeting in a tie and everyone being dismissed with no one killed leaving many people disappointed.
I heard the grumbling of a few people saying he'll get what is coming to him, but other than that I didn't get any new information.
Back to you, Tom.
Thanks D'Anna. Well, that is all the time we have for you today, hopefully you'll join us tomorrow night and we'll have this studio cleaned up by then.
Until we meet again, stay gold.
Checking his watch, he realized the day's Quorom proceedings were about to start. He straightened his uniform and briskly headed off.
Nobody died last night. Again!
It is now Day 4. Day 4 will end roughly 24 hours from the time of this post. Gogogo.