USS SereniTREE: A Tale of Two Trees
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 24, 2005 12:55
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There we go Cozen, that's your wrist all set. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go fetch the necessary medical supplies for the treatment of the appalling injuries you are doubtlessly about to receive at the hands of the fair maidens you mentioned.
Assuming they let you live, of course.
Also, twg, when you arrive back on the real SereniTREE, there's an evil clone/copy/something of you on the loose. However, it can easily be identified by the collar that it's wearing. I don't know what you want to do about it but if you need any help, let me know.
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*PR and Zoe-Clone #1 continue to fight, when suddenly, Zoe is bashed in the ribs by...something evil, and she is knocked against the railing of the balcony, not to mention she knocked over one of the mops too. The railing brakes and the Zoe-clone and auto-mop go over the edge.*
No!
*PR stops fighting and looks over at the raling, with the gap, and the space that the Zoe-clone once stood.* Damnit!!
*PR's face lights up in surprise, as the Zoe-Clone rises up into the air, she is sitting on the mop, that has somehow learnt to fly. Her hair has come loose, and is now blowing in the breeze, and she is smiling.*
Zoe-Clone #1: Huh, being a pilot isn't that hard...I knew he was being a drama queen.
*PR smiles*
*He jumps off the balcony and hoves next to Zoe-Clone #1*
Quick! *Points* To the General Lee!!
*Much flying later...*
*PR and Zoe-Clone #1, who have now been joined by Zoe-Clone #2, hordes of kissies, and some yeti, are now on board the General Lee.*
*PR hits the speaker button, and now everyone nearbu the General Lee can hear him* C'mon y'all, lets be gettin outta here! Im'ma go loopy soon! Whyme I talken like thiss?
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue." 
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me - 
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On the Adelai Niska:
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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
A few button presses later and the ship is righted, shrunk, and zipping through the False Tree to the Real Tree…not knowing both Statics were onboard the false tree.*
The Statics run in just in time to see TWG's shuttle shrink and fly away. They wave their arms, but it is in vain. DarkStatic turns to Static and smirks.
"Three words: REAR VIEW MIRROR!!!!!" Static nods his head, then turns to his darker half.
"Can you do that wierd phasy-thingy to get us back?"
Dark Static looks surprised, "Oh yeah. Duh." With that, he grabs Static and the two of them shimmer out of existence and find themselves. . .
On the SereniTREE
The Statics shimmer to existence and are bowled over by SimonWhho, who was barrelling down a corridor as fast as he could. The three untangle themselves and the Time Lord quickly explains what he's been doing with TWG's evil clone. Dark Static nods.
"Of course. The womenfolk couldn't be split. . .so TWG's dark half isn't a half at all. It's. . ."
"Expendable." Static finishes grimly. He draws a revolver and checks the load. "She's probably on her way to the hangar to try to bail out of here."
A look of concern crosses Dark Static's face, "Which is exactly where our REAL beloved will be arriving any minute. . .unsuspecting of an ambush." The two Statics turn and sprint towards the hangar as fast as they can."
As they near the hanger they slow, trying to quiet their footsteps as much as possible. They arrive just in time to see EvilTWG duck into the hangar. Quietly, they slip around the corner and spot her taking cover behind bins full of repair parts, a large spanner clutched in her hands as a weapon. DarkStatic makes a few hand signals to Static and they spread out, creeping silently into position on either side of her, boxing her in.
EvilTWG watches intently, waiting for TWG and company to return to the hangar when a familiar voice sounds behind her.
"Honey, I'm home!"
EvilTWG spins to see DarkStatic standing behind her, leaning casually against the bulkhead.
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* A spot of light appears on the wall of the False General Lee, which is inside the Common Room of the False Sereni-Tree. It expands to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality walks TheRealMe, carrying Emma, who is still sort of freaked out by the whole evil twin separation thing. He sets her down in a chair and looks around the inside of the shuttle. There is PsychicRiver, a pair of Zoe-clones, some kissies, some Yeti, Jake7, Montanagirl, Jazaf, and a slumbering Mai and Ebonezer.*
Hmmm… a bit crowded.
Hey, PsychicRiver, glad you’re here. Can you use your powers to mentally track down anyone else left on the False Sereni-Tree before it explodes or something? MontanaGirl, Jazaf, Jake7, could you keep an eye on the rest so that nobody leaves?
* Assuming that PR agrees, the pair walk out of the False Lee’s hatch to start their work. *
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Rat wrote:
Well DarkRat, it been nice knowing you, but you know how this must end.
*The two Rats touch their right index fingers together, there is a flash of light.....and only one Rat remains!*
Oh, Hello, Rat. Say, why don’t you get this shuttle fired up and ready to go back to the Sereni-Tree? PsychicRiver and I should only be a few minutes.
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SoulofSerenity wrote:
There is an explosion of flame, and Soul leaps through several alternate realities until he finds himself again on the false SereniTREE, his bow out and ready.
Oh, hi Soul! There you are! By your determined expression, I can see that you are about to do something both impressive and permanent to the False Sereni-Tree. Might I suggest that you wait a bit so that PsychicRiver and I can get everyone off this Flying Dutchman?
* TheRealMe studies Soul carefully, then calls back over his shoulder. *
Uh, hey, Rat! Why don’t you take off now? I can get the last few back home with my dimensional portals!
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)
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* ThatWeirdGirl is piloting the Admiral Nelson out of the False Sereni-Tree toward the True Sereni-Tree’s hanger bay (unaware of the drama developing there between the EvilWeirdGirl and the two Statics). Next to TWG sits Bride5, absently petting the kissies which have jumped up in her lap. *
Bride5, uneasily: That’s some nice flying, WeirdGirl. Hey, I wonder if you could teach me how to be a pilot? I almost wrecked the Admiral back there, and I’m REALLY sorry about that, but if I could get trained, then I wouldn’t mess it up again.
* Behind that pair sit Bride6, XanderLHarris, and Bluefishie. *
Bride6, excited: Ooooh! Bluefishie! I just LOVE your idea of the fountain. I’ll help! Tell us more. You know, I’m good friends with Jet… she’s Bride4… and I bet we can get her to help re-route the plumbing! Maybe the Kaylee-clone can help, too! This is going to be SO COOL!
* From the controls of the Admiral Nelson ThatWeirdGirl and Bride5 can see the General Grant fall into formation. Through the Grant’s windows, Bride3 and Bride4 can be seen waving. *
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*For the second time in recent history, Serenity wakes up in her own bed, unaware of how she got there.*
"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." ~Jerry Garcia
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backtrack just a bit
*Soulevilclonetwg runs to twg’s bunk. She fumbles around in twg’s toolbox, she finds some handy dandy little needle nosed pliers and begins to work on the neck collar. After a bit of tinkering with a small flathead, the collar clicks open and falls to the floor. She slips on an spare set of Kaylee-alls. Before she leaves the room she remembers she may need some protection. She opens Static’s gun safe and makes her selection…*
Off to the hanger, bwahaha.
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Sure thing Bride5. I’d be happy to teach you. It’s pretty easy. This thing pretty much flies itself. What with our special physics here in the clubhouse world. Why don’t you handle the landing and unshrinking stuff.
*twg lets 5 take over, offering little suggestions when needed. Five opens the shuttle doors to allow the crew to debark.*
Well done! Why don’t you let TRM and the rest know we’re okay. *twg exits into the hanger…*
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*Startled by the DarkStatic, SECtwg laughs.* Glad you could make it. Now if you don’t mind, dear, I have something I need to do. *as she steps back, she collides with Static’s chest* Oh, you’re here too? …
*twg sees one of the Statics, doesn’t much care which one since it means they’re both okay, and runs in his direction* Soul is okay… *she stops dead when she hears her voice and she stares into her eyes…twg’s voice turns cold and hard* Who are you?
I’m not you, thank god, I’d thought they’d have taken care of you on the other tree. I gues I’ll just have to deal with you *she motions at the two Statics and twg* lot myself.
I don’t think so. *twg drops a small steel wrist cuff onto the floor, the Statois are momentarily distracted…with the distraction, the twgs lunge for each other.* Don’t you dare touch them. *twg decks SECtwg* What else have you done? *twg and soulevilclonetwg fight ala Kirk and Martia*
I played *boom* a little *groan* tie me down game with Simon. *crash* When I kill you, he’ll crack *kapow* then at least one of the plans will be a success.
*crack* Plan? You think you actually had a plan? *smack* There was no plan *twg wipes a drop of bllod from her lip…it’s not her own bllod* only a disgruntled inner voice. Have you noticed *SEC falls to the floor* you lack a few of my talents? How’d you like to meet the dark me now?
*as twg closes in, SEC suddenly points a beretta92 in twg’s face.* Heh. You think you can be more evil than me? I was created evil. The darkness was fused into my very being. This *indicating the weapon* will be easy to use. Are YOU ready? *there is a tussle, twg does not fear the gun, it hits the floor*
You forget, I’ve faced worse than you. Remember those strong dark arms that held us down? *she straddles SEC* You remember not being able to breathe? *twg twists SEC’s arms up and over the clone’s head* Do you remember the pain as your head bounced off the floor? The chill in the room? The darkness? The feral look in his eyes? *SEC trembles. That look is in twg’s eyes* Would you play nice? *SEC shakes her head* I didn’t think so.
*This time the barrel is in the clone’s face. twg stands and steps back.* Lose your resolve?
Never.
*the resulting echo lures Bride5 out of the shuttle*
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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* Bride5 and Bride6 stand at the exit ramp of the Admiral Nelson. Bride5 recoils in horror at the scene before her, hands covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. Bride6 faints and falls to the deck. *
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* Back on the False Sereni-Tree TheRealMe and PsychicRiver unceremoniously dump EvilCozen into the trunk of the False General Lee. TheRealMe slams it shut. *
Well! That's the last of them! We've collected everyone on the False Sereni-Tree.
* TheRealMe and PsychicRiver enter the False General Lee. TheRealMe pauses at the hatch before it closes. *
What about you, Soul? Do you want to come with us, or do you have other business here that we shouldn't be around to experience?
Oh, Rat! Thanks for waiting, but you can start the engines!
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)
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