GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 26
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 6, 2007 05:00
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Wash’s Move:
Location – (Shooting?) Galley
(Wash to Merz, with a bite of bao): “Nice break, can you see thru me enough to play on?”
Rowan: "Well now, that depends." (Rowan moves over and takes a shot by caressing Wash’s head with her breasts.) ”If you're willing to consider yourself an obstacle, we can certainly work in a points system."
(Wash, to Rowan, with a bit of a pushed yawn): “Nice rack job, but didn’t Merz just break them, and what do I get points for?” (Wash gently turns to Zoë, speculatively pops a piece of bao in his mouth): ”Bâobèi, I think she’s never heard the old saying that once you’ve had a warrior woman, you never go back.”
(In a crashed Alliance Research/Rescue ship, a console that is definitely showing it’s age reports that the time is currently 21:32 AMT (09:32 PM).
- EOM -
Notes:
bâobèi = precious (item); ie: precious jewels (endearment)
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Slight's move:
Slight takes a few drags from his cigarette, grimacing at the last pull. Filter drag. Yuck.
He glances down at Bolo's definetly dead form. Brief flashes of the battle before-
Slight screams as he spins from the bullet grazing his skull
-run themselves away from his conciousness. Tears are spilling down his face. Blue Sun operatives were trained to cry after a mission ending if they killed. It protected them psychologically from losing their edge. He lets them flow, until they turn to blood. It's done.
He stands up, almost falling-
Bolo roars as he jumps off a wall, spinning to take a shot, glancing off of Slights knee-
Slight falls, rolling to one side, shooting into Bolo's upper arm
-and limps to the intercom. Slapping it on, he broadcasts to Malachi, who's no doubt taken care of his wound.
It's done. I've gotta get a box in there, so give me a minute, then line up an airlock. Hope you got some room in there.
Hoping that Malachi has had enough power strugles to compromise and do it, Slight limps down into the bay. He know's it's important-
Bolo growls, throwing his body in front of the cargo to take a bullet fully, instead of letting it go through
-if a Nemesis is willing to guard it. As he stalks ungainly past him, he gives a small sneer at the Nemesis, the hole in his temple proof enough of death. He leans on the rail for support as he gets down to the cargo bay.
He stares at the long box. Cryo, absolutely. But it's big. Really big.
And the markings look old. Almost older than the Core itself. . .
Behind him, the struggle for the Nemesis biologic is intense. The experimental Pheonix program is working so far, however, and relatively above expectations. The new nanyte system being churned furiously by the DeepRED is working flawlessly.
Our scars remind us/That the past is real
I'm awake/But my world is half asleep.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY
She hands the stick over to ROWAN without hesitation, she can count the balls in an instant and knows that she failed to ‘sink’ one. WASH's interference is ignored because ROWAN ignored it. MERZ concludes such things … happen and one takes them in stride. The remark about a point system she does not understand at all, and she decides to ask … later. Right now is the game. And her tone in talking to WASH is friendly, unconcerned, even playful as MERZ understands such things. She notes this and remembers it for future use.
WASH goes on, speaking both to ROWAN and ZOË. Part of what he says strikes MERZ strangely. “… old saying that once you’ve had a warrior woman, you never go back.”
One eye on ROWAN so she does not miss anything, MERZ turns to look at WASH. She sips at her drink …
MERZ “I do not know this saying. I may need to understand this; I am a warrior also. What does it mean? Had? Had how? Back to what?”
She looks at Zoë. “It would be interesting, to spar with you some time. I require regular maintenance to stay at peak ability. Would this be something of … she struggles for a word “use to you?”
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.
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ROWAN move
GALLEY
WASH (to Rowan, with a bit of a pushed yawn): “Nice rack job, but didn’t Merz just break them, and what do I get points for?” (Wash gently turns to Zoë, speculatively pops a piece of bao in his mouth): ”Bâobèi, I think she’s never heard the old saying that once you’ve had a warrior woman, you never go back.”
ROWAN (grinning over the pun): "Yup, damn fine break. Too bad she's gotta sink one to move on."
Rowan then adeptly uses the 1 in a combination shot to sink the 2 in the bottom right corner. Straightening, and realizing she has had no effect on the man, she gives Zoe an approving nod that is likely unnecessary, since the other woman looks pretty smug.
ROWAN: "I may just have to find out about warrior women for my own self sometime. And obstacles don't get the points - the players do for playing them. Sorry ke ai ."
Returning her attention to the table, Rowan moves around to the opposite side, where she sinks the 1 in a simple straight reverse spin shot without even thinking.
Knowing Merz is watching her every move - and absorbing every iota of shooting information - Rowan keeps on going, not feeling the least bit guilty about clearing the table. Not that she ever did, but once Merz learns all the ins and outs of the game she won't waste any time clearing the table a dozen times herself. Rowan figures it's best to get her licks in while she still can.
After sinking the 9, Rowan watches the cue ball slowly roll around the table on its own as she takes out the hand held and sets up another rack, right in front of where Wash is sitting.
ROWAN: "Time for round two."
Moving back to the head of the table, she pulls the cue ball over to the left hand side and up as close to the shooting line as she can, a few centimeters out from the rail. Leaning in, she unconsciously gives the cue ball her signature scowl and POUNDS it into the rack.
The nine balls fly away with an ear-ringing SMASH, skittering off in separate directions. The 4 drops immediately into the corner and Rowan moves around to sink the 1, then uses the 2 to sink the 6 only to find herself hemmed up. Upon scanning the table from every angle and seeing no further discernable shot, Rowan moves back to her original position as she speaks..
ROWAN: "When there no good shots are to be had anywhere on the table, players are allowed to use a safety - or a freebie, really. I still have to hit it, but the object here is to do it in such a way that it leaves you no advantage either. Dong ma?"
When Merz nods, Rowan leans in to demonstrate, shifting the cue ball from one impossible shot to what she thought was another, until it takes a wrong spin and nicely lines itself up for a combination shot using the three.
Rowan swears colorfully, ducks her head, then looks up at Merz again a bit sheepishly. Merz is frowning at Zoe, asking her to define Wash's connotation of the word "had".
MERZ: “It would be interesting, to spar with you some time. I require regular maintenance to stay at peak ability. Would this be something of..." she struggles for a word “use to you?”
Angling her eyes to Zoe, Rowan can't help but think that that would be an extremely interesting exhibit to witness. How long would Wash's Warrior Woman last, Rowan wondered? Longer than one might expect, most like, although Rowan seriously doubted the outcome would be anything close to what Zoe might envision her own self. Although Rowan figured Merz would stop before any permanent damage was wrought.
EOM
ke ai - cutie (sarcastically, of course).
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY
She watches the movements of the balls, the spin, the angles, the strength of the strike, storing up the data like some kind of device. She understands the concept of leaving an opponent in an non-functional position, it is an easily translatable tactic. Merz almost believes she sees where that shot went wrong. Almost. It was a good breaking point to look over at Zoe and Wash and see their reaction to her question. They are still rather lost in each other …
Turning back to the game Merz walks over, accepts the cue from Rowan and studies the table intently. She walks completely around it once and runs prog on every ball, every angle, every possibility she can see. Then, carefully and slowly she lines up on the 2, intending to use it to sink the 8. This is the tricky part, Merz does not have the strike power completely configured yet, not having successfully ‘sunk’ one. She turns to Rowan and smiles.
“This is a medium strike, affecting two balls and crossing the length of the table. Consideration is given to the force needed to move both balls, the drag of the surface of the table, and having the target ball reach the pocket without bouncing back onto the table or off the table. Spin remains an issue and a forward spin is indicated on this strike as I intend the cue ball to continue to move forward for another 14.075 inches to line up with the 7 ball, for a straight shot into the leftmost side pocket.
Does that match your assessment, ROWAN?”
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
MERZ: Does that match your assessment, ROWAN?”
Assessment? Well, based on the geometry in her head, those numbers might indeed be right. Merz is bang on about the forward spin rather than a reverse. If she can actually make the cue ball stop at 14-and-whatever inches, then chances are pretty good that the rest of the table will be hers to clean up at her leisure.
Rowan: "Sounds good to me. Give it a go and lets see what happens."
Watching Merz move to comply - as if smartly following an order - Rowan experiences a chill in the realization that the other woman's ability to calculate distances and velocity and end result is likely a by-product of her training. Or would that be programming?
Rowan makes a note to check the audio and video hookups linked to Serenity's system later, after the party when everyone else is likely to be passed out or asleep. Could be a boon of information there. Robert would have killed for all the factoids Rowan was accumulating, simply by watching the woman play 9-ball. If he were there, she might consider apologizing to him. THEN she'd kill him.
EOM
OOC: I forget, did Kaylee leave us any fresh wine?
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Wash’s Move:
Location – Galley
(Merz speaks to Wash): “I do not know this saying. I may need to understand this; I am a warrior also. What does it mean? Had? Had how? Back to what?” (She then looks to Zoë): “It would be interesting, to spar with you some time. I require regular maintenance to stay at peak ability. Would this be something of (She pauses for a moment) “use to you?”
(Wash reaches for another piece of bao, and says to Rowan): “This is good stuff, I really loved the good smelling chicken flavored whatever it was that you served us for lunch just 'round about five hours ago, but this pork flavored bao is even better.” (Wash shifts his attention to Merz, with a grin): “You need to ask mêilì Zoë here about that, and I’d like to watch the two of you… spar.” (Wash takes a speculative swig from his glass, and begins to inhale another piece of bao, even as he watches the billiard balls go rolling around the table, but he does lean back in his chair, taking his plate, and leaving his glass precariously perched on the side rail.)
(In the beginning, there was time and it said: 21:35 AMT (09:35 PM), and the director said that it was good. Time is what keeps everything in the universe from having to happen all at once, and making us all…have watches? Ah, so time is all a conspiracy started by a little group of Swiss watchmakers. Prove me wrong…)
- EOM -
Notes:
mêilì = beautiful/pretty
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
WASH: Mêilì Zoe...
Quote:He loved you too… in his own way.
FLASHBACK
They stood under the skylight on the Firefly that transported them away from the Independent headquarters. The escape plan in place had been flawless and swiftly executed. They would set up a new headquarters on a planet closer to the border, although neither of them had any idea which one. It was safer that way - to keep the final destination known to only the few whose responsibility it was to take them there. That way none of them - she, or the Twelve - could be forced to tell, should the Alliance actually capture them and force information out of them.
As they left the atmosphere and sailed into space, she realized there was a vibration in the deck under her feet, but she ignored it. Blissfully happy in her husband's arms, she leaned back into his solid strength and stared up at the stars.
"I could almost believe we were headed away from it all," she commented.
His arms tightened, his mouth found that spot behind her ear and whispered.
"Mêilì Long."
She smiled. He only called her that when they were alone. In particular, he called her that when he wanted something. Given the way his hands were wandering, she could easily tell what that was. Apparently he was done being annoyed with her for having to go back for the memory crystal.
"Come on." She stepped out of his arms, took his hand and led the way down to the passenger dorms. They passed crew and other passengers on the way. Robert had started a game of tall card in the passenger commons, but looked up long enough to see them pass by. She waved and he rolled his eyes, but he had that same self-satisfied smirk.
"Robert is still patting himself on the back for introducing us," she said as he slid the door firmly shut behind him. She had her shirt off by the time he turned around, though, just so she could enjoy the look in his eyes.
"Ask me if I care," he said. He reached for her, and everything else was set aside.
Rowan shakes her head, denying any sympathetic feelings toward Robert. She has her own notions about him and his strong sense of self-preservation. Robert had been in charge of every single escape contingency plan they had. There was a time she wouldn't have entertained the notion that he would be responsible for any harm that came to either of them. Yet, she has no other explanation, no one else to blame but the man who had once professed to be her husband's best friend.
Thinking on Wash's comments, she looks at him and watches him devour another bao in two massive bites. Appreciating his obvious pleasure with her cooking, she smiles.
ROWAN: "Xie xie, I'm glad you like it. Actually, cooking with protein is one part art, one part science and two parts spices. If there's no rosemary on board, though, you're pretty much sunk."
EOM
Zathras voce: Time? You cannot run out of time… Time is infinite… You are finite, I am finite… This… this is wrong tool.
Nonetheless, for the time sensitive: 21:40 AMT-09:40 PM
OOC: CapnRahn? Where are you?
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Sakura Station-
The Blue Sun relay is tough to crack-tougher than what she's seen before. But nothing is uncrackable.
Parked as she was, she could detach and be gone in a minute, but she'd wanted a place to stay. Her whole life had been like that. Drifting from place to place. Until her mother told her the truth. Told her everything. Then she'd drifted in a very specific direction. Every so often, she'd stay at a place like this for a week, cool her heels, catch up on the 'Verse.
She sits back, watching the screen spill fourth graphics and algorithms. Already, she's recognized the pattern. Nemesis. Top notch.
She shrugs, about to cut the message. This probably isn't important. She needs to follow up on the failure on Hera. The ship messaged out, but the abrupt deletion of the file was more interesting. Coverup. Maybe it's him. Maybe she can finally catch up to him. Make that pi goo-whipe pay.
She reaches across, about to delete, the word "Stop" spilling halfway across her lips, and then she see the red, sees the codec, sees the order. She stops herself. Years she's been looking, and now she's got it. She finally pegged him.
The woman smiles as she slowly stands. The pale computer makes her skin actually look blue, as the pale skin catches the light and almost reflects it.
Got you. Finally. Couldn't run forever.
She turns, and puts on a small pair of sunglasses. The people here never saw her pupils.
Nobody here liked to see red eyes. Too scary.
Our scars remind us/That the past is real
I'm awake/But my world is half asleep.
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Book's Move
Location: Bridge
Book turns to the door as River approaches and nods her over to him. "Secrets indeed, little one. There seems to be no end of them." He slides himself away from the monitor and motions her over to look at the screen. The message from Slight has been partially dissected, and it hovers in a repeating loop of unintelligible syntax. "What do you make of this?"
EM
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