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 Post subject: Libra Origins: Outtakes
PostPosted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:13 pm 
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 Post subject: Re: Libra Origins: Outtakes
PostPosted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:15 pm 
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Corridor, Officers Quarters, Frigate Patrocles


"What is it?" Bisby spat out sarcastically, "the toilet clogged in the officers' head?"

Without blinking, Thompson replied evenly, "No, sir. A Priority One-Alpha message for a rescue operation." She handed the printout to him.

"Ah," Bisby said as he began to read the dispatch. A few seconds later, he spoke again, "Very well then, escort duty." Bisby looked up, meeting Thompson's gaze, "Get us underway, then, Captain."

"By your command, Colonel," Thompson replied coolly. She turned on her heel and strode back to the CIC.

At the hatchway to his quarters, Bisby scowled at Thompson's back. He then raised one arm, his hand at his throat. Grasping at the skin there, he began to peel back what appeared to be a latex mask, revealing a clear cranial dome with silicon circuitry glowing inside, and two glowing eyes set in an implacable metallic face.

"Cut, cut, cut!", Hazend yelled. "Who's the wise-ass who put the IL series Cylon in there? And where the frak is my real Colonel Bisby?"

"Oh, shit, not again," Thompson groaned; then she yelled, "Wally, ditch the bottle and get your ass back on the set!"

"Alright, alright," Wallace Bisby called from off-set. A moment later, he reappeared in the hatchway, the large grin on his face seeming rather odd compared to the stoic character he played. "It's not all my fault," he pleaded to Hazend. "John in Special Effects has been bugging me to work this thing in somewhere," he added, gesturing to the Cylon mannequin.

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 Post subject: Re: Libra Origins: Outtakes
PostPosted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:32 pm 
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"Oh," Lynden shrugged. "IHC is the Integrated Human Confederation. About forty years ago," he paused, frowning. "Or maybe more, I don't remember exactly. Anyhow, awhile ago, a bunch of people split off from the Colonies because they didn't like the Colonial tax laws. They came here, to the Jericho system, which is mostly just dirty space. A small planet and a bunch of asteroids. Recently they've started raiding civilian freight liners, so Adar sent a couple fleet ships to keep an eye on the IHC separatists, and patrol the space lanes. Once in awhile the IHC gets stupid and we have to come in and clean things up."

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(Civilian Freightliner near Jericho)

S'Jahar thought a moment, replacing his initial mental image with another:

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(Civilian freight liner near Jericho)

"But, Staff Sergeant," Nik asked with puzzlement, "how do they keep out the vacuum of space?"

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 Post subject: Re: Libra Origins: Outtakes
PostPosted: Sun May 20, 2012 7:41 pm 
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Patrocles, Medical Conference/Training Room


The compartment was small, but had space enough for a long table that could seat eight. Its multi-purpose use was obvious; several anatomy posters were affixed to the bulkhead, a pile of medical instruction manuals sat on a narrow side table, and a skeleton dangled from a frame at the far end of the room. The skeleton was missing the bones of its left foot, and sported a garish bead necklace.

At the direction of one of the Patrocles' medical corpsmen, the three Herodotus survivors entered the room. Ensign Rafferty gravitated immediately to the skeleton, surveying it with odd intensity. Rafferty was dressed in fatigue pants with grey and black paired tank shirts, now that he had shed his pressure suit. His square-chinned face sported a couple days growth of beard and his hair was tousled above his high forehead from when he'd run his fingers through it. He showed no exhaustion, though, no trace of having been awake for nearly 48 hours.

As Captain Thompson led Major Goldsmith into the room, she spoke over her shoulder to S'Jahar, "Could you please wait, Private S'Jahar, in case we need anything?"

Coming from a superior officer, it was clearly an order, but Nik appreciated how she'd made it sound like a request. He also had a hunch that she didn't want to upset the survivors by making it appear he was at guard post, so instead of standing in the usual position of attention, he took a more relaxed stance by the hatch. Thompson's quick glance and slight nod showed him he'd guessed right.

Both officers took in the state of the survivors immediately. "I'm Captain Lauren Thompson, the Patrocles' XO," she said to them, her voice calm and conversational, "and this is Major Jonathan Goldsmith, XO of the Bellerophon. I'm sure you all must be tired... is there anything Private S'Jahar can get for you right now? Something to drink or eat?" She sat at one side of the table, Goldsmith taking a seat on the other side.

"John Connor," Rafferty said flatly.

Major Goldsmith bunched his eyebrows, clearly puzzled. "Who?" Captain Thompson glanced at the other two survivors, then focused on Rafferty.

"John Connor," Rafferty repeated, his tone precisely the same. "Bring him here."

"Ensign, I don't know who you're..." Major Goldsmith began. Before he could complete his sentence, though, Rafferty rose from his seat and drew a sidearm. Pointing it directly at Goldsmith's forehead, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. The Major toppled backward, with his chair.

"What the hell?" Thompson demanded, jumping to her feet.

While Nguyen cowered in her chair, Delmonico had rounded the table, charging Rafferty. His mind was racing through his training, recalling how to disarm a combatant who wielded a handgun. Rafferty turned toward him, his movements swift though oddly stilted. Then Rafferty's gaze averted toward the hatchway.

"Cromartie!" a female voice called out. A shotgun blast followed instantly, and Rafferty staggered from the impact, though he did not go down. Delmonico stopped short, watching the dark crimson stain surround a wound which clearly glinted chrome. He did a head check on the hatchway, seeing a dark haired woman there, armed with a shotgun. He glanced again at Rafferty and made a split-second decision. Leaping onto the table, he slid across to Captain Thompson.

Rafferty recovered from the shotgun impact and trained his sidearm on the woman at the hatchway. Before he could pull the trigger, the shotgun thundered again. This time the slug impacted the shoulder of his gun arm, spinning him around. Still he kept his feet, and began to turn back.

At the hatchway, the woman pumped another shell into the shotgun's firing chamber. She was lean, with dark hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. She wore olive drab combat fatigue pants and a black tank shirt; over her shoulder was a bandolier with a dozen shotgun shells held in loops.

A young man, barely more than a boy, dashed into the room. Taking Nguyen's hand, he began to pull the frightened officer toward the hatchway. The young man looked at Delmonico and Thompson. "Come with me if you want to live," he said, his voice firm and serious.

The woman with the shotgun fired again, this time striking Rafferty in the head. The slug shredded the flesh of his face, revealing a blood-smeared chrome skull with glowing red eyes. Rafferty staggered backward, knocking the hanging skeleton to the floor. The woman spun around through the hatch, followed closely by the boy and Nguyen. Delmonico and Thompson trailed right after.

In Lifestation, Captain Thompson looked at the shotgunner, taking in her black tank shirt. "You're out of uniform," Thompson said bluntly.

"Cut. Cut. Cut!" Hazend called out, his aggravation evident. "What the frak was that thing, who are these people, and am I going to need a new Major Goldsmith?" he asked. "Nik, can you check on Jon?"

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 Post subject: Re: Libra Origins: Outtakes
PostPosted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 8:40 pm 
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Eglin stared in shock as the Shipyards became a panorama of burning ships. Cylon Raiders coursed across its sprawling structure, adding hundreds of smaller explosions to the destruction as they strafed the surface of the station. He was peripherally aware of Davenport as the commander scanned the personnel assembled in the Chiron's command center; when Davenport's gaze settled back on him Eglin saw the question in his eyes.

He began shaking his head before he even began speaking, emphasizing his words. "Al, there's nothing we can do! We're one ship... almost no medical staff aboard... shit, I don't know if we can even muster flight crews for the six Raptors we have!" Eglin glanced at Lt. Abberaugh, then back to Davenport. "Maybe when the attack is over, we can try to save some... but while the Cylons are still here, we gotta lay low." Eglin's expression was grim, his eyes focused intently on Davenport. He knew Davenport wasn't suicidal, wouldn't risk his ship by flying into the midst of the surprise attack. Still, he felt he had to put it into words; caution... restraint... and the one thing that both men had been thinking, but he was the first to voice - the Cylons had returned.

The word hit Davenport like a physical blow. Cylons. He knew Eglin was right, about the cylons, and about their current lack of options. His gaze was drawn back to the scene before them, the Shipyards in flames; and then he focused past the nearby destruction to the planet's surface. There, like rapidly blooming flowers, the flash of multiple nuclear explosions glowed then dimmed. Feeling detached and sounding oddly calm, Davenport said, "Specialist Tamati, what do you hear?" After he spoke, he tore his eyes from the viewport and looked at the communications specialist.

"Nothing but the rain, sir," Tamati replied without missing a beat.

"Then grab your gun and bring in the cat," Davenport responded.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Tamati said with a grin.

"Cut. Cut. CUT!" shouted Hazend. "What script are you frakkers reading from, anyway?" He scowled at Davenport and Tamati.

"Sorry, Haz," Al said contritely. He exchanged a look with Tamati, rolling his eyes. "Just bucking for a promotion to Commander."

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