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Operation: Roanoke - Jeremy Hunter - 10-12-2009
//Not rp. I am just bored until I can get my Disco mod fixed. All capital ships mentioned under control of Jeremy_Hunter do not exist yet. This is just imagination. THank you.//
Toledo, Omicron Minor.
Tuesday, 0700
Jeremy rolled over and woke up. He sat up and looked to his right. His girlfriend, Amanda, was still asleep. He sighed and climbed out of bed. He clipped his belt around his waist, his favorite sidearm strapped into its holster. He walked out of the room and headed to the bar. Nothing would make him happier than a soda and a burger.
When Jeremy entered the bar, his little sister Rika was sitting at the counter, laughing with the bartender. Jeremy shook his head, lowered it, and said "And now I know why you are always tired..." Rika spun around on the stool and grinned. God, she looks so much like her mother. Her grin was just like thier mother too. "Sorry Jeremy. I can never get to sleep." Jeremy shook his head. "The usual." the bartender grinned and set the old earth Root Beer and burger in the counter. "There ya go." Jeremy grinned and began eating. The door opened and Gwyn and Audrey joined them. They took seats. Jeremy sighed. He had three little girls to watch, all becasue the Nomads had to hate them. Jeremy shook his head and finished his food. He got up and walked back to his cabin.
The next day...
Jeremy pulled his fighter up sharply. The San Fransico and Durango where in Z21 and making a shuttle transfer. He hit the Black Button (stealth without the cloak) and went around them. This recon isnt going super-dandily well right now. Jeremy went to his normal spot and floated. Not much else to do.
Perspective: Iota Commander Zack Archer:
Zack grabbed his jacket and was leaving his cabin aboard Missouri when Kei said "Be careful". He turned back. Kei was standing in the sheets. Zack smiled. "I will."
Zack's Upholder launched from the Missouri and he began his patrol. He recently was promoted by Kazinsal GOldsmith, Captain of the gunboat Langley and captain of Task Force Iota. He sighed as he decided to check Z21. When he got there, he did the mind thing where your mind goes "ZOMG OMFG WTF AAAAAAAAH". The San Fransisco and the Durango where making a transfer. He said to his AI, Valentine, "Lets go." Before he could change his course, the comm officer on the Durango hailed. "Unknown craft, this is the Durango. Stop engines and identify yourself, over." Zack sighed. "Commander Zack Archer, Task Force Iota second in command. I didnt see anything." Zack heard chuckling. "So, little promotee knows the game. Damn right you saw nothing. Nothing but that little Order fighteryou DID see." Zack nodded and said "WHat Order fighter? You mean that floating pile of scrap?" "Exaclty. Durango out." Zack changed his course and activated crusie. He wanted to get out of there. LN Primary was not his business. And frankly, he didnt want it to be.
BACK AT THE UNKNOWN FLOATING LOCATION: Jeremy sighed as a Navy craft approached. With his luck, it was an Iota craft, it was the second-in-command, and it was his best friend Zack. he sighed yet again. "Navy craft, identify so I can figure out if your hostile or neutral." THe voice that came back confirmed ever single guess. "Jeremy....really man, Stop with the Deep Recon?" Jeremy laughed. "Sorry, not happening. Your Upholder is a fat, drunk, stoner cow comapred to my freakin' ballet dancer Nephthys. And goodbye." He hit the thruster and tailspined into the Badlands. he heard Zack groaned. "Really dude? Cant we talk?" "We are talking now." "Te Durango and Frisco are in Z21, its pretty bad for you if you want to go home." "I can get by." Zack shook his head. "Come on..." Jeremy frowned. "Lets talk." THe VHF spun back out. "What." Zack smiled. "Good to see you Jeremy." Jeremy grinned back at his oldest and best friend. "Im good. What ya need?" Zack looked into Jeremy's eyes throught the screen. "I have sources in the LSF. I know you do as well. Jeremy...they have the Hyper-gate Artifact." Jeremy flinched. Izzy and Valentine stared. "How the hell..." Zack shook his head. "Listen. the Nomads have been sending in morphs and Keepers for days. You where treated badly when you tried to stop that Keeper. ANd Im sorry." Jeremy nodded. "Im leaving. The Haunting of New York is over...for now." THe Nephthys crusied away. Zack shook his head. He hoped he didnt just do something bad.
Operation: Roanoke - Jeremy Hunter - 10-12-2009
The radar officer on Durango said "What the hell..." THere was an Order VHF heading his way. "Order fighter, identify." The Fighter continued but his comm crackled. "Deep Recon Omega 1-17. Thanks for the hospitality. Im leaving." The Comm officer frowned. 'Without trying to kill us? Not going to crash into our side, try an' kill the President and the Admiral?" At once the voice was like a roar. "NO. I DONT CARE FOR YOUR IDIOT PRESIDENT OR YOUR ADMIRAL. NOW LET ME BY SO I CAN GO HOME." The comm officer picked himslef off the floor. He held the headset a foot away from his head and replied "Yeah...go ahead. Im not going to stop you." The fighter jumped. THe officer said to the rest of the bridge "Sorry." The man on duty while Hale was gone said "No problem; We could hear him from here. No need to explain."
Zack had followed Jeremy discretely and found that he had yelled att he Durango. Zack shook his head wth disbeleif. Jeremy was crazy.
Omicron Minor:
Jeremy pulled up as he entered Orbit over Toledo. He settled into geosynchronize orbit and settled himelsf with a soda and a sandwich. He sighed. his comm crackled. "Hello Jeremy." Jeremy grinned. "Hail Sacred Lotus. How ya been?" The carrier Sacred Lotus glided smoothly into orbit below him. 'Not bad Jeremy. That recon went fast." "Try haveing the Frisco and Durango in Z21 and having your best friend, whop happens to be a Commander and second-in-command of Task Force Iota find you and talk." The Sacred Lotus was silent. Finally it replied with a "Wow."
Rear Admiral Tovig Kelt walked into the bar to see Jeremy having a drink. He walked over. "I thought Primary had New York restricted. Liberty is threatening Invasion." Jeremy half turned in his seat. "I asked them about it. Said they knew of no plans. Id think thy would be a little more vague and snappy if there was one. SO calm down. Sir. Jeremy turned back. Tovig grabbed his shoulder. "Listen kid. You obey me, or you can be put on the Kill on Sight list. Got me?" Jeremy turned back. "So thats the pollicy. Someone does something you dont really like, and BAM they get KoS status? WOW, i really dont want to join Primary now. You have way too mch control." Tovig's face contorted to rage. "Listen you little disrespectful [piece crap, you listen to primary, you listen to secondary. YOu are the lowest ranking guy there. So you obey." Jeremy said "Take your hand back." Tovig's grip tightened. Jeremy grabbed Tovig's hand, kicked out his stool bacwards, hittign Tovig. Tovig fell forward, then was thrown over the conter. Jeremy had dropped into a crouch. He got up. "Kiss my arse." He left. His communicator beeped. "Yeah?" "Your crusier is ready Hunter." Jeremy smiled. "I will be there soon."
Evora Shipyard, Omicron-100.
Jeremy slid his Nephthys into the hold of the Recon Cruser he had named Ghost Eye. He exited and headed to the bridge where Lt. John SHeppard, Lt. Ronan Dex, Lt. Teyla Emmagen, and Dr. Jennifer Keller waitied. He sighed. "Ok people, lets go." the recon cruiser smoothly left the dry dock and cruised out into space. As his new ship neared the Jump Hole to Minor, a slight of bombers lead by- "Tovig..." Said Rear Admiral appeared on screena dn said "Hunter, as you are compromised, I herebye give the order to blow your arse away." Jeremy shook his head and smiled. "And all I did was get shirty with you. Sheppard, try not to kill the idiot-but if you do I will raise your pay." SHeppard grinned and opened fire. Four of the five Sekhmets dived everyway. Tovig had been too busy talking down to Jeremy to remeber to activate the manuvering thrusters. THe crusier's guns heavily damaged the ship. The cruiser jumped, leaving Tovig.
Minor:
Jeremy said "Everyone to escape pods now. This is not right. GO. NOW." THe men and women looked at him. THen left. Only Keller and SHeppard stayed. "We are staying." Jeremy nodded. The pods amde it to Toledo. Jeremy sighed. "This shouldn't be happening." He started going everywhere, typing things in. "Izzy, you got everything. re-route navigation to my chair. Sheppard, please take Weapons console. I want you, Keller, on radar. Izzy, swing us past Toledo. I want to call Rika."
Rika listened to Jeremy. "But I dont want you to go." Jeremy frowned. "I know. I will return. Be careful kiddo. I love you Rika." The screen went black.
Jeremy took his ship by Isis. He sighed. Suddenly his comm crackled. "Ghost Eye, this is Isis. Stop engines now." Jeremy sighed and said "Naw, Im going to do this." He pressed the BRB (big red button). It fired the ligth mortar. The light mortar shot smashed into the Isis, throwing off the targeting. The crusier shot forward and hit cruise. He sighed. "This is just GREAT." The cruiser finally made it to Delta. As it exited the Jump Hole, Jeremy said "Get ready; Tovig is not known to give up this easily. Oh, wait. He is." The cruiser drifted away toward the Freeport.
Operation: Roanoke - Jeremy Hunter - 10-14-2009
Jeremy had just entered the NFZ when suddenly Order Primary fleet appeared. He cursed. Among them where Secondary fleet, including... "Crap! THe Bastet!" The Kheops and Bastet, the two capitals Jeremy repsected the most, entered the NFZ. Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief. Marvin, captain of a Zoner "juggy", was there. Jeremy held his ground. He was slowly surronded by the fleet. The Bastet moved closer. "Hunter, this is COmmander Staite. Stand down." Jeremy replied evenly "When Kelt decides to lay off and leave me alone." Jeremy looked at the screen. Surrepticously he powered the crusie engines and had them preped. He activated Engine Kill, effectively holding the crusie engines on but at 0 power. A good tactic for getting away. Kaylee continued. " Lets just, calm down, go back to Toledo, and talk." Suddenly a screen lit up on every ship, showing Tovig and... "RIKA!" Jeremy had yelled so loud that he felt the deck shake. Tovig grinned evilly. "Yes Hunter. Commander Staite, destroy that ship, and destroy the escape pod of Hunter." Kaylee gasped. "Sir!" "DO IT." Kaylee paused. "We are in a NFZ." On her screen, she began signaling Jeremy. He grinned. He signaled what his plan was. She signaled back I'll block the Kheops. He grinned. He turned back to Tovig. "GO screw yourself. ANd Look out." Tovig laughed. ANd hit the ground. Gwyn and Audrey picked up Rika. The threesome kicked Tovig and left. Jeremy yelled "NOW!" The Ghost Eye jumped forward. CD's flew at him, but they hit the Bastet. Osborne yelled "Staite! Move!" But the Bastet sat there. It was too late. Jeremy had escaped.
Omicron Iota:
Jeremy and his small screw of Keller, SHeppard, and Izzy and Max looked at the massive Nomad city Dur-Shurrikan. It was the only place to hide since the Corsairs would not want them. "That is one big piece of crap." Jeremy grinned. "I hacked the records of an LSF dreadnought that did a super-deep recon to here." (// an Open SP thing I did//) Jeremy shook his head. "Altair Research Station. There." As they exited the Nomad lane, they gasped. There had been two open dry-docks. Now both held an Osiris. One was the Wandering Cry, a ship that had disappeared a month earlier. THe other was... "Oh. My. God. Sius." THe other Osiris was the Khonshu.
Altair SY:
Jeremy stared at the two Osiris's. "Oh. My. God." He turned to the others. He grinned. "Feel like a heist?"
the Das Wilde Elite pilot was staring into space. He screamed. The rest scrambled to see what had scared him. It was the human coming out, fighting. It stopped. They looked. A second later, the Ghost Eye smashed into the bar.
Jeremy blew open the airlock with a Mini Razor shot. He landed the old, battered Nephthys and pulled out two sidearms. He opened fire, cutting down Das Wilde and Nomads alike. As he cut down the enemies, Sheppard and Keller ran, Sheppard carrying Izzy in a data chip. Jeremy backed up. Nomads and Wilde poured in. He threw a grenade and ran. A thump told him it detonated. THe hall filled with Nomads and Wilde. He threw the spent sidearms and took up his last resort: An Old Earth G36K he had found in the wreck of [Hispania when he had gone through Alpha on the way to a Keeper threat in Bretonia. He let loose a torrent of bullets. Suddenly, Sius Malacos stepped out and blocked his way. He spoke. "You can not win...Hunter....you...will be defeated..." Suddenly, a roar came from Sius. He fell. Sius looked up, and, with superhuman effort, said "Run...do as much damage to my ship as you can...GO JEREMY." Jeremy teared up. And ran. Sius fell to the ground, screaming, fighting one last fight to save his friends.
Keller, SHeppard, adn Izzy had the Wandering Cry Ready when Jeremy skidded to a stop. He said "Seal bulkheads and depresurrize everything but here." The door clanged shut and he said "Get ready. Aim the heavy mortar at the Khonshu. Do as much damage as possible. We have to run. Out of here. Sius fought to make sure we got away. Lets do that and go to Omicron-74, then to Gallia. Im calling the Pitard. They can help us. Now lets do this. The Heist." The ship fireed every weapon it posseded. Scorpian GBs detonated, a Nomad battleship detonated, and the Khonshu was left there...in three pieces. The Osiris class battleship Wandering Cry broke from its prison and powered away. Jeremy yelled "TAKE THAT YOU SQUIDS. TAKE THAT." Jeremy then, on sudden inspiration, put on an old earth song on all frequencies. THe song blared out. "Can you take it all away, can you take it all away, gonna shove it in your face..." He grinned. The Wandering Cry exited the research station and headed into the clouds of Iota.
Operation: Roanoke - Jeremy Hunter - 10-15-2009
Omicron Iota, deep in a nebulon cloud:
Jeremy sighed. They had been hiding in the cloud for hours. Finally, the holo-pad burst to life, and the captain of the Pitard appeared. "Come on Hunter. YOu have been given amnesty. Good Luck." Jeremy nodded. He grinned. He had yet another inspiration. "Go near Altair please."
Jeremy stared at Altair. He was searching for a weak point. Suddenly he fell to the ground, screaming. As Keller rushed over, he was quiet. He picked himself up. He stared at Altair. "Sius did one last thing. Aim here." He pointed to a connnecting tube. "Secondary explosions will damage this heavily. Fire." A second later, a muffled thump of the Heavy Mortar firing cut the connecting tubes and hit the station. As explosions cut up the massive complex, the Wandering Cry left.
Omicron Delta:
The Imperator sat near the jump-hole, waiting with the Bastet and the Sacred Lotus. Suddenly, an Osiris appeared. Jonas cursed. As guns aimed, Jeremy's voice peirced the alarms. "Don't shoot guys. Its me." They all relaxed. "Get moving. We will cover your tracks." Jeremy relayed his thanks and moved his new ship away.
Omicrn Gamma, Theta Jump Hole:
The Montezuma II was exiting the Jump Hole when the Wandering Cry dropped out of cruise. The captain said "What the..." The Osiris jumped. The captain of the mighty Cortsair Dreadnought thought better. Order ship, order buisness. he set course for Crete.
Orkney, four days later:
The cruiser Pitard sat near Montipellier Guard Station, awaiting the arrival of the Wandering Cry, the new ship of Jeremy Hunter. it appeared, looking like it was fresh off the assembly line. The captain frowned. "Your ship looks fine." "We took it back from the Nomads. They added some...bonuses." The captain grinned. "Ok Hunter. You have been cleared for Champagne, at Champ-eleys station (//sorry bout the name//). We will escort you-" Suddenly, a GRN battleship appeared on scanners. Montipellier launched fighters and bombers. "They are never alone." Then, dozens of fighters and bombers appeared. Jeremy yelled "Sheppard, get your fighter. Keller, prepare to take on wounded, izzy, get this tun up to flank speed, attack speed when we get in range, power all weapons, GO GO GO."
One minute later the two sides met.
Operation: Roanoke - Jeremy Hunter - 10-19-2009
The two sides met.
Jeremy took the command chair and yelled to Izzy: Give me firing and manuvering control, Keller, attend any wounded, Izzy, take everything else."
Jeremy pulled off manuvers that no sane man would.
He dodged SNAC shots. They hit the GRN BS.
THey fired. THey missed.
Trebuchet shots fired at him.
They missed.
THe GRN BS detonated.
The enemy fighters and bombers did as well.
The Wandering Cry Left for Champagne.
//I know this is short, but Writers Block and the fact that I cant post alot. Time contraints//