FIREFLY: Alternate Universe

RolePlaying Sessions from Serenity RPG

It's been a couple weeks since the crew of Odyssey had a job. Captain Kane had ordered a planeside stop on Paquin to get some supplies and refuel the ship, so they wouldn't be dead in the water later on. Kane, Jade, Sanka, and Wash were planning to go get some dinner later on, but for right now; they are just fixing up the ship. Wash, the pilot, was in the cockpit, making some adjustments underneath the panels when a beep comes through on the console. Odyssey was being waved.

Sighing, Wash threw down the screwdriver he had and managed to squeeze himself from underneath the console and slam his hand down on the answer button.

" Odyssey speaking. Who are you and what do you need?" He asked.

Silence sounded on the console, and small taps came over. Wash frowned and leaned closer, recognizing the patterns for Morse Code. His eyes grew wide, and he frantically cut off the call. He reached up and flipped three switches over his head, then held down the PA button for the entire ship.

"Captain! You might want to get up here, quick!"

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Kane was in the #1 cargo hold stowing the hover mule when Wash called out over the intercom. "It never stops," he thought to himself as he finished his work and moved toward the forward stairwell.

It had been a hard several weeks and he was feeling it. Every since they had lost a couple of their crewmen to higher bidders, everything had fallen pretty much on him. While he was a good leader, but he was finding it hard to be the top man and muscle when bargaining with his "clientele." But he had his ship, and she could still fly, and Jade was with him. That's not doing to bad. Besides, they had Sanka Coffee in the engine room and Wash on the bridge. Even though those two took a bit to get used to, they new their stuff and appeared to like being here. Kane even thought Wash might love Odyssey almost as much as he did, almost. But Sanka, well, Sanka was just...Sanka.

"Wash