GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 25
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Monday, May 30, 2005 17:34
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Bolo's move
Location - Bolo's Ship
a series of thoughts were brought to mind, the last of which worked best.
Nothing is truly coincedence. With that he approached the now dead ship, opening comms.
"unknown ship, this is Blue Fury, looks like you're having some problems, would you care for assistance?"
He would leave it at that, with any luck the ship will request his assistance, then he can get a better idea of what lays ahead.
EOM
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke, I collect stuffed penguins, if you don't tell I won't.
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ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
WASH: "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?"
ZOE opens her mouth to respond to WASH's questions, then hears the commotion in the hallway. She turns to see the tangled mass of arms and legs that are MAL and BOOK. Her lips turn up in a sardonic grin and ZOE wonders if MAL has opened his own cabinet a little early, just as KAYLEE and RIVER leave to offer the men assistance and ROWAN's voice wafts up from the galley:
ROWAN: "’Scuse me fellas, but whatever it is you’ve been sharing, feel free to bring it on down. Bao’s done, and shindig’s starting!"
ZOE's grin widens. She makes a mental note to spend time talking on a more intimate level with ROWAN as the night progresses.
ZOE (internally): "And to work up a little somethin' for the captain..."
Her smile takes on a positively devilish quality as she contemplates her revenge...
EOM
OOC: Yep, I'm alive! And I posted! And OMG - Decoy, that time-tick was, to quote the leader of that intrepid band, "F***ing CLASSIC!" Thanks, honey! 
Next: A post for Kaylee! 
~Astriana~
~Mostly-Invisible Long-Winded Goddess of Inter-Board Communication and Diplomacy a/k/a El Jefe Magnifico's Mistress... of Communications and Harems~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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KAYLEE'S MOVE
LOCATION - FORE HALL BETWEEN THE BRIDGE AND THE GALLEY
KAYLEE and RIVER emerge into the hall from the bridge, just in time to hear ROWAN's announcement:
ROWAN: "’Scuse me fellas, but whatever it is you’ve been sharing, feel free to bring it on down. Bao’s done, and shindig’s starting!"
KAYLEE's face brightens and she raises her hand to cover her giggles at the sight of MAL and BOOK leaning on each other for support, weaving down the hallway toward the bridge. She reaches to offer them support, but BOOK forestalls her with an upraised hand.
BOOK: "We're alright now, thank you ladies."
KAYLEE's not buyin', not after she seen 'em tryin' ta get up their own, but she knows that sometimes menfolk gotta have their pride, no matter what, so she hold her tongue and moves to one side as they turn and continue down the walkway.
She falls into step behind them, winking at RIVER conspiratorially.
BOOK: "I don't think I broke it... It's bruised though, I bet."
BOOK's comment reminds KAYLEE of the reason they're all heading for the bridge instead o' the party. She makes a Herculean effort to keep the smile fixed on her face, but anyone can see the pain written there.
EOM
OOC: I know! Two posts in one day! Amazing!! 
See you tomorrow, folks!
~Astriana~
~Mostly-Invisible Long-Winded Goddess of Inter-Board Communication and Diplomacy a/k/a El Jefe Magnifico's Mistress... of Communications and Harems~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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LOCATION – THE GALLEY SHINDIG
JAYNE "Ta ma de! You been drugged, girl? Who dunnit? Can ya tell me who?"
Merz did not comprehend Jayne's intensity. Obviously he has eaten this substance before. Surely he is aware of the effects. Then again ... She holds up one hand to halt him before he goes too far afield.
MERZ "Stand down, civilian. Let me explain. I can determine that this substance contains theobromine, and methyl-xanthine, which are stimulants, as well as phenylethylamine, which is a mood alterer of a specfic type. There are also biogenic amines and cannabinoid-like fatty acids, which potentially cause abnormal behavior and psychological sensations that parallel other addictive substances."
She separates off a other small piece and places it on the tip of her tongue. Once again she closes her eyes and sigh/moans softly before she can continue. She rubs the melted bit of chocolate against the roof of her mouth. "There are more than a hundred chemical compounds here too complex for me to identify, or outside my experience. But I know this - it alters moods, it stimulates the brain, it has the potential to be highly addictive. And it is ... pleasurable – thank you, I have a referent for that concept now. And, Jayne, the piece before me is unaltered from it's original format. It has not been tainted. For my database, that makes it a drug in it's own right."
She picks up her newly filled glass, delicately dips the tip of her tongue into the glass and then rubs it against the roof of her mouth again. "This reads as a neuro-toxin. I conclude that controlled sub-critical doses of either are ... permitted. And certainly interesting in their affects.
Merz looks at Jayne, steadily and speculatively. “It is not a matter of a who. What would cause you to jump to such a conclusion with no evidence apparent to me?”
Leaving him to formulate an answer she stands and goes to the kitchen area once more. Rummaging around she locates a pitcher and fills it with water. Bringing that back to the dining area she fills her glass once again and sets the pitcher near the plates of bao. Resisting the urge to take more before the rest of the crew arrive she seats herself once again, and takes another small sliver of chocolate from her piece. Ah, so interesting…
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Jayne's move - The Galley Shindig
"I can determine that this substance contains theobromine, and methyl-xanthine, which are stimulants, as well as phenylethylamine..." Jayne's eyes flicker a little. Whatever that drug was, it was starting to affect the way she talked. He couldn't understand anything she was saying.
"But I know this - it alters moods, it stimulates the brain, it has the potential to be highly addictive." Ah, English again. Well, it looks like a false alarm. Jayne relaxes and leans over to the counter, snagging his glass.
Merz keeps go on and on, almost like a computer. She certain is a talkative drunk! He leans in the other direction to the barrel and fills the glass half full. The fumes wash over him as he lifts it up to his face, puckers his lips and...
"What would cause you to jump to such a conclusion with no evidence apparent to me?" Jayne does a double-take at Merz. She's looking at him. What did she say? As he tries playing back the conversation in his head, Merz gets up and walks into the kitchen area. "Must be the booze", he says simply, and knocks back half the glass.
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Jayne's move - Suplimental
The alcohol sweeps through Jayne like a welcome thunder shower after a drought. Well, maybe not a drought, but certainly less rain than Jayne likes. It's nice to have so many luxuries on hand. He knows they won't last; that only makes him more appreciative of what he has.
Jayne settles back into the chair and breathes a slow sigh. This day seemed to go on for months.
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LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...
BOOK and MAL nearly tumble over the sill of the Bridge airlock. As they straighten up, Mal looks owlishly at his empty hand and then to the other hand on Book's opposing shoulder. Again, owl-like he cranks his head around, vertebrae sounding like popcorn as they shift back into alignment. He peers questingly over the heads of both KAYLEE and RIVER. Finally spying the object of his search nestled under the 'lock of the Galley. Frowning at the apparent memory-loss of setting down the sports-bottle of Luxury Hi-Test hooch. Coming to a decision, he inhales VERY deeply.
MAL
... in an almost sing-song bellowing that is so hard as to cause Kaylee and River to squint at the gale - they can tell it would be deleterious to have any ignition source going in front of MAL's mighty exhale...
"JAYNE! Oooohhh JAYNE!!! Could'ja PLEASE git that bottle outs'de the Gal-eey hatch and brung it ta me?! I gots a val -U-able surprize fer ya if yaz do!!!
MAL stifles a mad cackling as he meanders over to the Gunner Chair and plops on it - at least TRYS to. He misses getting his whole rump on the seat by the barest of fractions. Overbalanced, he windmills his arms and nearly goes from perpendicular to the floor to being parallel to the floor. By sheer flailing, he manages to hook the underside of the console with his left hand and prevent himself from toppling over to the deck grating.
MAL
... Still MUCH overloud, but not the F5 tornado force it was...
" GORRAMIT WASH - quit yer Ivanin' my boat about! *Da xiang bao zha xing de la du zi just about went ballistic outta me *pi yan!!!"
As he pulls himself up the look on his face shows that he is puzzled as to why everyone wasn't affected by WASH's acrobatics. He gets a deeper confused look as he locks on to WASH and sees that WASH is not even holding the yoke, it is upside down in the autopilot position. He just stares at WASH.
MAL
... Softly - in other words in a stage whisper...
"Zat Andorra Platinum 198 jet-juice iz a real bloody rammer!"
EOM
*Da xiang bao zha xing de la du zi = Explosive diarrhea of an Elephant
*Pi yen = ArseCrack
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Abruptly, the skin crumbles around Slight, and he breaks out of the shell. His organs jump start, returning him to the living. An instant diagnostic tells him everythings really messed up, but he can function for now.
Slight tries to figure out what made him heal so fast. Nothing human could have done that. For a moment, he smiles to himself, starting to laugh like an idiot. Nothing human. Right. he's a poster child for the human race, allright.
Slight looks up at Malachi, shocked and bewildered by Slights seemingly instant recovery. He grins.
Don't think a puppet can be rebuilt, do you?
He can see the fear and frustration eminating from Malachi, and even the thought process. What does it take to kill this man? An act of God?
Slight shrugs. Could be. Don't think I've gotten his attention just yet.
Abruptly, the terminal chimes. The wave link he'd set up was already destroyed, no point in trying. He really is going to have to talk to Mal in person. He does not relish the idea. Then he hears the voice, asking if there is assistance required. Slight widens his eyes. That voice. . .It was the correct rythm timber and tone of a norm, but there is something. . .No. He shakes it off. No Power would be this far into the sticks.
He activates the audio, but no visual. Maybe this guy knows a little bit of Blue Sun language.
Hail, this is Blue Sun Assistant Director of Relations Brink Helsing. Assistance would be greatly appreciated. There. Once word got back, he was sure his father would be furious.
Wizards Eighth Rule: Deserve Victory
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LOCATION - HELLS VERY EDGE ABOARD THE GYRFALCON
As...
Brink 'Slight' Helsing, the Blue Son had died once again today. Truly a bitter ash shell of his former glory. But Destiny had further use for its ill-abused step-child, utlizing the machinations of the Blue Sun Corporation. Lady Fate would not allow Slight to be shuffled off the mortal coil - no matter the extent damage to his physical form nor the depths of the agony that stained his soul.
The Internal MicroVerse of Brink Helsing
After the initial flash flood of light velocity electrons from the EMP the DeepRED quickly opens ports the microscopic size of empty cell vacuoles and raises the auxiliary radio frequency sensitive membranes. As the local EMP static clears, the DeepRED senses a weak erraticly pulsed signal. In cyber-frustration, the DeepRED manufactures a nano-link to the charred shell of the biologic. Information comes at tidal wave force as soon as the nanite conduits drill and feather to the surface of Slight's charred flesh.
The signal begins in midcycle, a compelling directive looping into infinity ... NDROMDA STRAIN * BlueSonDeepRED ZERO ZERO, repeat: BSDR-00 ~ prime command line lAZURASwILDfIRE - INITIATE PROTOCOL ATLASblue
DeepREDs Operating System Kernel self-destructed in a flurry of digital gore. A tiny foul neon green substance shot from all orifices in the DeepRED and shattered into millions of minute globules. The brightly colored gel flew as fast as neutrinos dove through planetary cores across the surviving nanite network. As the blobs swarmed over the tiny machines, they changed reddish hue to the neon green. A single glob of the substance encountered the atlas vertebra. The key vertebra that lies just below the skull -- the very top of the spinal column.
It quested about nosing for an opening in the atlas. Appearing out of nowhere a maw snapped open in the atlas. And much like a striking snake, a tenderil from the depths of the atlas absorbed the green slime. In some unknown yet rapid manner, every torpedo of neon sludge shot towards the neck, all to finally be absorbed by the atlas. The seam of the maw healing instantaneously.
Darkening to a purple-blue hue, the newly minted ATLASblue noted the biologics current non-viability, lost functions and the imminent onset of permenent decay. Thus it initiated Bio-Nova. Fire again swept through the form the Slight - deep within his tissues. Sickly green nanites burst like ripe watermelons dropped from orbit. The tiny shower of intense blue sparklers invaded every cell in SLIGHTs body. In a pico-second, the cells mitochondria shoved their power production over the redline. It was a biological micro-version of The China Syndrome - full on nuclear inferno. Weakened cell simply imploded. Hearty ones began to divide at every pico-second - controlled hyper cancer.
In less that a tiny march of seconds, the biologic was whole again.
However, the ATLASblue was failing to decipher the Alpha Codex that was also sent with the protocol activation. Something about a Prime {...LOST DATA...} or First ... generator ... transformer ... something that had been a viable being, was no longer. First ... something ... Helsing was deactivated/scrapped/discorporate.
No matter, the ATLASblue set aside the bulk of its computation resources to flesh out the whole message. The rest was in observation mode - watching the biologics biometrics to determine the new baseline of this biologic called 'Slight'. The old biologic operating parameters no longer applied.
It would be soon enough to contact the host. ATLASblue knew that waiting was ... was ... was ... something. Inconsequential memory loss - switching back to Obs-Mode. Its OS kernel programmin
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Bolo's Move
Location - Bolo's Ship
He canted his head... Helsing? that was odd, but no matter, he turned audio on again.
"Very well I'll move in and hook a line for tow, Blue Fury out."
With that he moved the ship towards the floating lifeless hunk before him.
EOM
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke, I collect stuffed penguins, if you don't tell I won't.
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