GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 25
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY SHINDIG As ...
Merz observed Rowan and Jayne, wanting to be correct in party attitude. It is difficult to grasp what is appropriate behavior. She ranges back through her database, to other persons, other like groupings she has witnessed from the sidelines. Two particular examples come to mind, instructional too, as they reflect two different attitudes and styles for the same thing.
Marovech and the A.P.E.S. are one example. While drink was served at their occasional relaxation shindig, there was also much food and a very relaxed, calm attitude. She had observed them first-hand and joined them to whatever degree she could (which mostly consisted of being in the same room.) She had stalked them off base occasionally too, wanting to observe them away from the command staff and herself. They were still calm, relaxed, and sedate in their enjoyment of good food, good drink and good company. That was one example.
Ah, but the second. She stalked Hlastoni off base one night to witness a do for the Bloody Taipan. There was a manic, frantic quality to their attitude that was wholly foreign to any concept Merz had. She had been fascinated and troubled by what she witnessed. There was a certain ... perhaps sensual appeal to the unrestrained behavior she had witnessed. But underneath it all, unlike the A.P.E.S. , the Taipan did not seem to be enjoying themselves. It was closer to lighting a bonfire to drive away the darkness, instead of a fire to warm you. She asked Maro about it once, puzzled by the difference. He had thought about it for a long time before responding. Finally he just shook his head. "They live fast and hard, because they experience death fast and hard. To understand how they do what they do is to realize this: Every second of life is precious, not just their own, but the ones that they are destined to end." Death is not something she is accustomed to think much about. Her family are not ... trained that way, and until that last battle - until Serenity Valley, she had seldom observed death in anyone for whom she had ... feelings. Her own death she never considers. She plays back Maro’s words once again. And once again she does not comprehend.
Simulation she understands. If she copies the attitude, the stance, maybe the understanding will come. Perhaps a blending of the two ... Merz fills her glass once more. She has been sitting bolt upright in her chair as is her normal position, not so much as even resting on the back of the chair. Well, that will just not do. Visibly, intentionally she relaxes all her muscles once again. She scoots forward in the chair, simultaneously moving it backwards from the table. Once the chair is positioned as she wants it, she shifts to sit slightly sideways in the chair, facing so she can see Rowan and Jayne. Her left hand, cradling the shot glass is carelessly propped on the chair back. One leg is propped on the rung of the chair, the other stretched out. She takes a deep breath and just ... shoots the drink. She manages to get down without either choking or losing her studied casual pose. It goes down easier this time, and more warmth spreads.
She grins; using Hlastoni's devil-may-care visage, and remembering Maro and Veila across a mess table, says to Rowan, “Spoze you could pass some of that chocolate this way?” Three drinks into the party, she never even realizes she is not using her own voice.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley Shindig.
MERZ (Maro Voce): “Spoze you could pass some of that chocolate this way?”
Looking over at Merz, Rowan hears a completely different voice come out of the woman’s mouth, sees the wino-like posture and the glass in her hand.
ROWAN: “Whoa, girl. You better slow it down or you’ll end up with a quick flash instead of a slow burn. Here.”
Turning away from Jayne – who had nearly taken the chocolate – she whisks it out of his grasp and holds it out to Merz.
JAYNE: “HEY! At’s mine!”
ROWAN: “Hush up da ying erh. There’s more in the box.”
Turning back to Merz, she tries to hand her the bar again, only to have a square-featured hand streak under her arm from behind – brushing her breast along the way – to make a grab for the chocolate.
ROWAN: “Hey!”
Spinning around, she grabs the offending hand and puts all her weight behind it, leveraging herself just so and drops Jayne down face first onto the table.
ROWAN: “Hands on the chocolate – all other merchandise is hands off. Dong ma?”
EOM
da ying erh = big baby
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
(Wash sits at the helm console, thinking about how to phraze this... staring out into the black)
EOM
21:09 AMT (09:09 pm) Abort? Retry? Panic?
Panic kills... do something else.
Decoy, they make me go first.
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DIRECTION POST
LOCATION - BRIDGE MONITOR - SERENITY
AS ...
SLIGHT
...shakes his head...
"Wash. . .While we have time. How attached are those four to the doctor? The news I have is troublesome, and will not be welcome. He's not dead, but. . .well, there is a problem. A pretty big one.
The image of SLIGHT in front of WASH wavers and fluctuates like a transmission being affected by sunspots and then fuzzes out and blips to a black screen with a small fading spot of white in the center.
CONCURRENT LOCATION - GYRFALCON MONITOR
The grainy image of WASH is suddenly replaced by A crisp, obviously prerecoreded, vision of a dapper looking Dr. Tam. He is in better repair that the last time SLIGHT has seen him. As if Simon was readying himself for a board meeting.
NISKA/SIMON
...waving a finger in admonishment as he peers over his orange/red circular spectacles and in a Baltic accent...
"Ah-ah-ahhh, Mizter Slight! It appears that you are harder to ... liquidate, than previously understood. Your attempts at communication have betrayed you. I DO hope you enjoy the tiny gift I had Corvair leave you. ...winks... "Just in case of your potential ressurrection ...business-like once more..."Good night Mizter Slight. If survival is repeated, perhaps we shall fence again."
Within 2 seconds a shrill, more felt than heard, warble rises in pitch and erupts in a soundless explosion.
Nestled within SLIGHT the DeepRED recognizes the input sound from only hours before. In haste, DeepRED signals the nanites outside the factory sliver to attempt a defensive sporulation. Many of the nanites generate the EMP protective shells, but millions still terminate in the hyper-intense flash of Electromagnetic Flux.
Like the St.Elmos Fire of ancient lore, the Flux poured from the hidden detonator in the comm system. Flashing fingers of blue/white plasma lightning danced and sparked along the exposed circuits and conduits of the Gyrfalcon.
MALICHI has nestled himself in the airlock linkway, to give SLIGHT the pretense of privacy. At the sound of a new voice, he looks up in time to see the beginnings of the Flux enveloping SLIGHT. Tongues and embers of cobalt fire spark off, shooting toward his vantage. Moving at terrifying speed.
CONCURRENT LOCATION TWO - BOLO'S SHIP
On his EM sensors, Bolo sees a quick build up of energy on the two linked vessels and a tight and short insense spike of an electromagnatic pulse flares his screen.
EOD
OOC
Hee hee, howz that!
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
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Wash and Zoë’s Move:
Location - Bridge
[OOC: Edited my previous post for continuity.]
(From over the wave link to Slight): "Wash. . .While we have time. How attached are those four to the doctor? The news I have is troublesome, and will not be welcome. (He catches Wash's look of concern, and is quick to continue): "He's not dead, but... well, there is a problem. A pretty big one."
(Wash rolls his eyes at this request... at least he's not got to worry about his course plotting for the next few hours...): “Where to begin...” (He leans back in his chair, and takes hold of Zoë’s hand, and stars out of the front windows) "Mal is easy, he's the captain, so he feels responsible for the crew, he also knew that the good doctor was a inner-planet kinda guy, so in his own way, tries to show him the ropes, so to speak. Book is our padre, and cares for us all equally well.”
(Wash grabs for Rex, and fidgets with him, still not letting go of Zoë, who has been watching Slight on the cortex monitor, with a measuring look, then of surprise as the transmission begins to fail, and slowly goes to flat black... not a lost transmission screen, but possibly a jamming signal? Wash continues, as Zoë lets go, and slides around Wash's chair to get to the cortex controls, which she clumsily begins to manipulate, as she learned long ago, in the military... was it a jammer signal?) "River is a strange girl, capable of anything I think, but with good intentions- probably learned from her brother. Now to Kaylee... She picked up Simon you know, and has looked after him very carefully. She's got a thing for him, for sure, and I'm happy for her... she's just as lucky as me.” (He reaches for Zoë, but he realizes that she's moved, so he spins the chair around in a 270-degree arc, until he stops behind Zoë, who is furiously attacking the cortex monitor. Standing up, he hugs her from behind, stares at the black monitor screen, and says): "I hope she is as happy with her catch as I am with mine."
(Wash does a double-take at the black monitor at that moment, and says to Zoë): "Why did you cut him off for? I was actually venting my feelings there; I don't usually do that you know... (Zoë gives him a pissed look, and turns her head back to the controls) "Oh, I get it, something's wrong with the wave, here let me look at it." (Zoë slides out of the way, and Wash sees quickly that the signal is being jammed... as he hears a bang outside the bridge, he sees the captain and Book as they reach the top of the stairs, Mal stumbles into Book heavily and they both tumble to the metal grating. Arms and legs in a tangle as Book tries to help them both to rise at once, trying to talk Mal through which leg should go where, the attempt to regain their feet fails and they both fall back to the floor again, laughing. Wash gives a laugh, and can smell the alcohol from 10 feet away.) "Our Captain Reynolds is almost here, but is a little wrapped up right now..." (he says to the screen...)
(Wash suddenly goes bolt upright... Sobriety suddenly belts Wash, as he realizes a great many things... he speaks in a completely monotone voice to the bridge at large, and tosses Rex back to the helm console): "Oh, Gorramit, Liou coe shuai du biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze ... The wave from Slights' being jammed, just as he's about to give us info on Simon, and the captain and The shepherd is higher than Serenity, Zoë’s mad at me, because I was being so totally, totally ... blank. (He turns to Zoë, and asks): "Did Slight look hurt on the monitor to you too?" (and then quietly to himself): "What's wrong with me... what else am I missing?"
EOM
Liou coe shuai du biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze = Salivating son of a bitch and a monkey!
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away...
On a planet close and dear to the reader...
In a small bar called "Aqua's" near a beach...
Dedicated to Astriana & Friends...
A special band is pouring their hearts into the music that they are playing... telling a story about taking care of the business, and working overtime...
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RIVER and KAYLEE
LOCATION - FRONT HALL
Hearing the commotion, and the snorts of laughter, Kaylee and River turned. Mal and Book were sprawled in the steps, tangled up and laughing their heads off. Kaylee was happy to see Mal in so much brighter a mood. It perked her up. River was smiling too.
Together the two women walked back to assist them in getting to their feet.
EOM
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MERZ Move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM As ...
Merz watched the byplay between Rowan and Jane with some interest. Did not look like Rowan needed her assistance in the slightest. While they were distracted with each other however, she took the opportunity to make a long arm and snatch the piece of chocolate from Jayne. She could have gotten her own from the box, but somehow taking her own place in the fracas seemed more ... appropriate.
It does have a strong smell, chocolate. It is not quite like anything else she has ever smelled, and outside of it's wrapper, it is even more potent. This is eaten, yes? She lays the confection on the table in front of her, and sets her glass next to it. She desires to taste this ... treat?... without the taste of anything else on her tongue. And that requires a glass of water to rinse her mouth, perhaps. She stands to move into the Galley and secure what she needs. (She hates to admit even to herself that for a time, she does not want any more of Kaylee's ... hooch? It is making her thirsty.)
Once standing, she is puzzled. The floor seems a bit more ... far away than is normal. Working her way around the slight discontinuity in her perceptions, she walks into the galley and finds a glass easily enough - having just watched Jayne fetch his own. Water from the sink tap and she is winding her way back into the dining room. Her perception errors seem to have worked themselves out and she is sure-footed as always on her way back.
Jayne and Rowan are still ... playing? Watching to verify there is no injury about to occur, Merz takes a short drink of water and swishes it about her mouth. Swallowing that and taking a longer drink she prepares herself for new input. From the reactions of all who have encountered this chocolate, she is expecting something rather profound. She seats herself once again, and adopts her chosen 'I am relaxed, really I am' pose before addressing her treat. The smell has already completely overwhelmed her nose - she can smell nothing else around it.
When Rowan tasted the bao, she made smaller pieces of it. That may be the correct way to address this. Merz breaks a small piece off of the larger block and notices how the block starts melting from her body heat almost at once. Interesting. She carefully lays the larger piece back on the table and the small piece on her tongue.
She cannot sort her initial impressions. That will come later, over many a long, dark night. What happens immediately is just ... pleasure. There is no denying that - it is a completely new, whole body sensation. Unconsciously, Merz moans, as simultaneously all of her already forced-into-relax mode muscles actually unclench for real. She inhales deeply through her open mouth, letting the fresh air mingle with the scent and taste there and pass it into her lungs. She does not fall - she is too well trained for that. But for the moment there is nothing she is scanning, except the incredible sensation/taste/feel of the chocolate.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Slights Move:
Slight screams, as eternity envelopes him in a pain beyond hell.
His organs begin to shatter against themselves, as for the tiniest instant another memory cascade rushes into his brain.
The bright lights seemed to drive nails into his head. His thirst is extraoradinary, like he just came out of the desert after a mont. The doctors in blue scrubs look down at him, and for a moment, he can't hear. So instead, he reaches out with his mind and is surprised to "hear" his father speaking with another doctor. After a while, he pieces together the conversation.
"I hope you understand, Father Helsing, this sort of procedure. . .the lack of precedent makes it difficult to foresee any sort of complications he may have. If he is completely without protection, these upgrades will kill him if he is attacked with an EMP of the smallest type."
"I do, and my son is a hardy one. After all, not many would survive that bullet train hitting him."
Slight remembers. He was retrieving information. The informant had pushed him in front of the train as it was coming in to it's final stop. Even at eighth-speed, a train running sixty miles per hour was not something to be taken lightly.
"But sir. . .His heart, lungs and liver are completely electronic. His stomach, his spleen, several veins, and the DeepRED are monitored and controlled electronically. He is an android now. Even his ribcage. . ." The doctor trails off, for a moment, at a total loss for words. "His unique biology alone makes practical medicine nearly impossible. With this. He will never be the same. And I warn you again. . .if he's ever sent off-world, if a ship he's in come's under pirate attack. . .I say again. A low amp, low voltage EMP will kill him. Almost certainly. He could not survive a full-fledged attack. Not to mention, since nearly every bone in his body was shattered, we had to place pins in a few, mainly the humorous, feral and pelvis. Everything else is a honycomb-cibrilian alloy." He was referring to the metal most ships were made of by now, a metal found on a few asteroids, some moons. It was mined on many of the border planets. It was highly conductive. "He could fry easily. And he would be burned from the inside out. This is a risk, in all manners of the idea."
"Good. It will make him a little more cautious. Maybe he'll learn not to trust informants so well."
Slights scream echoes along the ship, the Flux unleashing a level of hell even Brink Helsing was unaware of. Today, if he survived, he was learning pain in it's purest form, pain from all quarters, pain from the inside and out. His skin was blackening from the burns, his eyes nearly curdling, his teeth cracking from the muscle spasms ricocheting through his body. His fingers locked, as the muscles there burned to nearly nothing.
Slight dropped to the ground, nearly a burned crisp. For a while, perhaps even a day, his body can do nothing but regenerate. The boy, the man, the ancient, can only sob uncontrollably. By the Void. . .what had he done to deserve this?
End of Move.
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Malachi's Move
Location: His Ship
Locked into an ultra-perceptory mode, Malachi has been intensely monitoring everything he could from his position on the oppposite end of the ship. He wanted to give the impression of hubris and apathy... lulling people was highly effective.
Malachi hears the crackling sound before it flames to life. Standing quickly he focuses immediately on the source of the sound. There's no way he would be stupid enough to activate such a sequence, to kill himself and me... He reaches up to his helmet and faster than he ever imagined doing so in his preparatory dreams, and without even thinking about it, he lowers the holo-sensitive plexiplastic shield that composes his visor and switches on his life-support and anti-grav function. He immediately lifts his feet from the metal plating of the ship's floor, hovers and watches.
The screams from the man at the helm erupt into a cacophany such as he has never heard and he considers himself fortunate beyond belief as the blue sparks cascade toward him with a deafening rush and pass by him harmlessly. Malachi presses a small button on his glove and a jet of compressed gas rotates him around just as the last of the electricity fizzles aft and dissipates. Touching the jet control button again he continues his rotation, and to his dismay is just in time to see the steam pouring from the body of the man at the helm as he drops to the floor.
He disengages his suit's functions and lowers easily back to the decking. Walking forward to the helm and turning over the smoking man with his foot, he looks into the ship's monitor. "Looks like I'm back in charge again."
EM
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Bolo's move
Location - Bolo's ship
He frowned and winced.... the mere thought of that going through his implants made him hurt, funny though, what would cause them to fluctuate like that, time for a closer look, putting a little more burn into the engines he sailed closer and closer. He was so close to the target this was to odd not to be connected.
((there is no Irony, only coincedence))
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke, I collect stuffed penguins, if you don't tell I won't.
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