USS SereniTREE: A Tale of Two Trees
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 24, 2005 12:55
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(* Actually, TheRealMe does not need to turn his head. He had been expecting Static... though a second might surprise him. *)
EvilSimon! Static, by the way, was part of a number of those "worse" scenarios that I mentioned before. Come, now, you are an intelligent man. Back inside of SimonWho, you may hope to escape again. But if you continue down this path, what hope is there for you?
* TheRealMe forces himself to calm his thoughts. *
Now, let me have that gun!
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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*PR instructs the four Zoe-clones to tie up and gag EvilTWG...and as always, the answer in chorus.*
Zoe-Clones: Yes sir.
*Annoyed looks are exchanged between them.*
*The Malcolmettes continued to wander around the bay, and the Mal clone seems to have entered into a conversation with the Kaylee-Malcolmette, before stopping the passing Jayne-Malcolmette.*
Mal-Malcomette: How drunk was I last night?
Jayne-Malcolmette: Hey people love those dolls!
Kaylee-Malcolmette: Everybody's makin a fuss.
*PR quickly makes his way up the stairs, and exits the hanger bay...once he nears the lounge he stops...*
Concentrating...
*PR closes his eyes and his feet slowly rise off the floor... his body begins to turn so that he is hovering vertically, he hovers there for a moment, before his eyes open and he rises up towards the ceiling, rotating as he goes, and he comes to a stop, when his knees, stomache, elbows and hands gently touch the ceiling.*
*PR smiles and looks forward, and starts to crawl, upside-down on the ceiling, towards the lounge.*
***
*PR has by now made his way into the lounge, un-noticed, and is now, still upside-down on the ceiling, above the rising tension.*
*Whispers slowly to himself, bemused.*
Too many guns...danger.
*PR telekinetically slithers acorss the ceiling, and then lands silently behind TRM*
*He stands up, and focuses. The gun-weilding hands of Static, DarkStatic and EvilSimonWhow start to shake unsteadily, slowly at first, but then faster.*
*PR steps out from behing TRM and the three guns fly out of the lads hands and his hands snap up and catch them.*
*Juggling one, he spins the other two and smiles*
Whose ya daddy? Huh, huh? Say it? Whose the daddy!
*Shoves all the guns inside his belt*
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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Oh, threats of violence. How very uncivilised. Really my dear, you should teach your friends to be better hosts.
Come now, this is about to resolve itself but probably not how you think. You see, everyone else beat their dark sides because they kept in touch with them. Your doctor didn't think he could so I've been left alone. And that's made me stronger than him. We will combine into one only it'll be me in charge and he'll be buried somewhere below.
You didn't think everyone would get through this unscathed, a mega-happy ending for one and all? Please.
*footsteps*
I'm here.
Obviously. Tell your friends to lower their weapons.
Static, TRM, you need to put your guns down. You will shoot him first but he will kill twg. I know it.
Good. Now... tell them who is going to win?
You would. I didn't pay enough attention to you. You've gotten too strong.
Ha. Weak and defeatist. I've been a step ahead of you all the way and now I get to administer your final failure in person.
Yeah. You seem smarter than me. More powerful. Tougher. But there's something I've got that someone like you will never have, the most important thing in the verse.
*raises one curious eyebrow*
People worth dying for.
*pulls out a needle and drives it straight into his own heart*
No! You...
*they both slump to the ground, dying*
Wait until... he's gone... then... revi...
*his heart stops*
*the evilSW lays still, his face contorted with hatred. As his counterpart dies, his body, a mere personification, fades out of sight*
*the real SW remains on the floor, unmoving, his eyes staring blindly at the stars*
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*Emma lifts her head*
Did I miss something?
extremely dimensionally transcendental
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Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*pulls out a needle and drives it straight into his own heart*
No! You...
*they both slump to the ground, dying*
Wait until... he's gone... then... revi...
*his heart stops*
*the evilSW lays still, his face contorted with hatred. As his counterpart dies, his body, a mere personification, fades out of sight*
*the real SW remains on the floor, unmoving, his eyes staring blindly at the stars*
*PR's go wide at the sight in front of him.*
Whoops. I'm thinking we need a second doctor.
Anybody know what to do?
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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PsychicRiver! You levitate SimonWho's body to the Infirmary operating theater. Quickly, but carefully! GO!
* Next, TheRealMe pulls his com-link and switches it to ship-wide intercom. *
Attention! Montanagirl! Simon-clone1! Simon-clone2! Medical Emergency! Report to the operating theater immediately! SimonWho used a needle to stop his heart! Get it started, again!
* TheRealMe turns toward the Statics, who have no doubt started moving toward ThatWeirdGirl. *
Stop right there, Statics! One of you is the EvilStatic, and I'll not allow you near her! Combine, or else you both depart this room now!
* Without glancing away from the Statics, TheRealMe calls: *
WeirdGirl? Are you okay?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Quote:*PR does his best to gently raise SimonWhom's body off the floor... quickly flicking his eyes over to the tension with the Statics and TRM*
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
PsychicRiver! You levitate SimonWho's body to the Infirmary operating theater. Quickly, but carefully! GO!
*He guides SimonWhom's body down to the infirmary as quickly as possible and sets him down on the table*
*He tries his best to communicate with the good doctor.*
*He searches his mind, he can't find anything..it's empty, lifeless...but he can feel his presence nearby...he tries to reach out to it.*
*Thinks: Simon...don't go anywhere...just stay, fight to hold on to your body, you have to hold on.*
*MG enters the infirmary, followed by one of the Simon-clones.*
Help him!
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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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Stop right there, Statics! One of you is the EvilStatic, and I'll not allow you near her! Combine, or else you both depart this room now!
* Without glancing away from the Statics, TheRealMe calls: *
WeirdGirl? Are you okay?
The DarkStatic laughs and turns to his twin, gesturing at TRM.
"See? This is why we've had it goin' on the whole time, while the others have run around lost and in a panic. Their other halves thought that being 'dark' means being 'evil'. He looks at TRM. . .not with derision. . .perhaps slight amusement? The other Static rolls his eyes, slightly embarrassed.
"I guess being 'Dark' means having no patience and even less tact?"
The DarkStatic shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so." He turns to TWG and blows her a kiss, then a wink.
"I love you." He tells her, then as an afterthought, "See you around. Remember what we talked about, okay?"
Without another word, he turns to his counterpart and steps towards him, closing the distance. . .then there is one.
Static immediately strides over to his beloved and scoops her into his arms kissing her tenderly, whispering words of love against her lips.
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Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
People worth dying for.
*pulls out a needle and drives it straight into his own heart*
NOOO! Simon...you can't...*almost sober but still way too emotional for her own good, twg breaks down into tears. She hears TRM yell at Static. She see PR move Simon. She cries. She falls into Static's warm embrace.*
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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On the Adelai Niska, Soul sits in the pilot's chair on the bridge in quiet contemplation. He can hear the rush of air escaping through the holes opened by the Cozenroaches, but other than that, the bridge is quiet and dark. His chair is leaned back, his feet propped up on the console, his arms up behind his head. He stares out the viewscreen as if he's waiting for something. Finally, from the shadows behind him comes a low sob.
"You son of a bitch! Why did you have to show me that?"
Soul turns slowly, his feet dropping to the floor as he faces his dark side. He knows, realistically, that the conversation is happening inside his own head; but it feels real, that his dark side is really there in front of him again.
"You had to see," Soul replies. "I'm tired of this split between us, this constant battle, especially now that it's internal. You had to see the truth, had to know that I gave it my all."
Dark Soul stares at his other side menacingly. "You made me watch her die!" he shouts, leaping to his feet and running for Soul.
Soul is anticipating this; he pushes off of the chair, ducks under his dark side's first punch, and grabs Dark Soul by the throat, slamming him against the bulkhead.
"I was there!" Soul screams. "I'm the one who failed to save her! I'm the one who held her lifeless body! Not you! All you saw was the recording, the news feed. I failed her, but I'll be damned if I let you get away without knowing what really happened!"
For a moment it seems as if Soul is going to hit his twin; but then he releases his grip and walks back over to the chair.
"I know," Dark Soul whispers, rubbing his neck. "You really did give it your all. I'm honestly not sure that I could have done any better." He pauses. "You know, I'm not even sure that us together could have stopped what happened."
With that admission, the battle raging inside Soul ceases, as both sides come to terms that in order to survive, they really do need each other. They are a team, a unit, and together they are more powerful than if they were apart.
In the fading light on the bridge, Soul smiles as his universe rights itself.
"Now only one thing left to do."
When Soul's dark had been planning his revenge, he hadn't simply built a duplicate of the SereniTREE, he had drawn out the evil, the darkness that resided in it's walls and split the ship, leaving it's occupents all the happiness, life and light, and taking with him all of sadness, death, and darkness. The Adelai Niska is no more it's own entity than Soul's own dark side was. In order for everything to be set right again, the darkness must be joined with the light, and the true SereniTREE must be whole again.
Soul pushes the controls, feeling the sluggish response from the Cozenroach-eaten ship, and points the Adelai Niska right at its light twin. Soul pushed the engines to their maximum, and the Adelai Niska responds, barreling straight for it's twin.
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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