Sereni-tree: Back in Black

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UPDATED: Tuesday, October 25, 2005 04:20
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THEGREYJEDI

Wednesday, October 12, 2005 6:26 PM

*sighs as Magnadeus takes a knee in the hangar. The cockpit door slowly slides open and he jumps out to the hangar floor. The chill of the AC catches him off guard.*

I had hoped to float about some more. Oh well.

*shivers*

Maybe I should put on somthing other than just my pants.

*makes his way toward engineering, a strange scar running along the right side of his back.*

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Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE
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THEREALME

Wednesday, October 12, 2005 11:18 PM

* On the Sereni-Tree’s Bridge, TheRealMe checks a few more readings on his console, then frowns. He reconfigures a portion of his console from Sensors to Communications and touches a few control surfaces to enable a ship-wide broadcast. He also directs a tight-beam transmission to ThatWeirdGirl and one of the Rats in the shuttle Admiral Nelson. *

Hello, everyone, this is Me. Perhaps you have noticed an uneasy, creepy feeling of late. I believe that I might have discovered the cause.

* TheRealMe touches a few more controls, and monitors throughout the Sereni-Tree flash to life and display a huge derelict spaceship, floating in the black. *

This is the approaching blip discovered by Serenity. I’ve matched course with it. Cortex records identify this ship as the Alliance heavy cruiser Arkham, supposedly lost with all hands some thirty years ago while on an exploratory mission in the Delgassian sector. Yet… here it is. There are a number of fluctuating power sources and intermittent life signs coming from all over that ship, but the sensor readings are far from clear. But there is one strong signal: Emma’s distress beacon. Strangely, I cannot pinpoint the beacon’s exact location within that space hulk. Perhaps there is a malfunction. Anyway, I suggest that we send over a few search parties, and explore the interior of that ship. Volunteers?

* TheRealMe turns off the ship-wide com. He looks up from his control console to notice the River-clone standing next to him, staring with rapt attention at the viewscreen. *

So, little one, what do you think? Will we find anybody over there? Find us some survivors?

River-clone (distantly): They’re all there. All of them. But there are no survivors.

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

THEREALME

Wednesday, October 12, 2005 11:21 PM

* TheRealMe addresses all of the crew that has gathered in the Common Room. *

Okay, I suggest a handful of small teams. I’ll be going, and the rest of you volunteers can join me or form your own groups. Here, each team take one of these marked-up holo-maps of the Arkham. On them, I have pinpointed likely locations for us to search, places that seemed to show power or life readings before our sensors gave out completely. Also, each team should take one of these detectors. They SHOULD go off if you are close to Emma’s distress beacon, but no promises. Take weapons. Be prepared for anything. But remember, we are here to rescue Emma if she is aboard, and to help anybody from the Arkham’s crew who might have… uh… survived.

Seeing as how ThatWeirdGirl and one of the Rats are off in the Admiral Nelson, that leaves us just three shuttles to get us over there: the General Lee, the General Grant, and the Napoleon Bonaparte. I’ll take the Napoleon. I expect that the Rat we have here with us will want the Lee. We also have a couple of single-person space pods, and could maybe use Grey’s mecha and Simon’s Blue Box. Not sure about those last two. Need to talk to the owners. Oh, and we're docked with the Destiny's Shadow off our main air-lock. It has two shuttles, right?

So, let’s form teams. Who wants to go with whom?

* With that, Nugget the meteor troll lumbers up to TheRealMe, bends down to him, and licks his face with a huge scaly tongue. Surprised, TheRealMe sputters and wipes his face on his sleeve. *

Uh, okay, Nugget. I should have guessed you want to help Emma. You can be one of my team.

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

RAT

Thursday, October 13, 2005 12:23 AM

Me, me, pick me!!

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Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE & Destiny.

JAKE7

Thursday, October 13, 2005 1:26 AM

**Upon hearing TRM's message, the gang in the common room groans. Not at all happy to be giving up time watching Firefly. One by one those in the common room head to the various shuttles.

Jake7 heads over to the Napoleon Bonaparte and checks in with TRM.**

jake7 reporting for duty, sir.

*she notices Nugget standing possessively next to TRM*

What you do you need me to do?

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.

THEGREYJEDI

Thursday, October 13, 2005 1:52 AM

*finds a comm console on one of the hallways towards Engineering and pages the bridge.*

Hey, TRM. I think I'll be playing Scotty and stay on the ship while the away teams scatter about. I've seen far too many thrillers to wander into ships that are supposed to be lost and gone with all-hands. That and I need to put on some clothes.

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CALLMEATH

Thursday, October 13, 2005 2:27 AM

*Ath gets up from the coach and heads back to his room to change out of his bathing suit and grab some weapons.*

Sheesh! Why do I even put them away?

*Ath picks out a nice long sword, a dagger, and a little something he got off of his evil twin. Heading to the shuttle bay, he climbs into the General Grant.*

So, anyone coming with me?

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

STATIC

Thursday, October 13, 2005 2:29 AM

Static is sitting at his desk, his Sandalwood-handled revolvers broken down before him. He lovingly examines each component before wiping it down with oil, rubbing carbon buildup off with a cotton cloth. When TRM's announcement comes over the shipwide, he quickly reassembles his pistols.

Standing, he straps on his gunbelts, checks to see that they are carrying full loads, then slides the revolvers into their holsters. Without a word, he strides out of his bunk and down the corridor to the bridge. He approaches TRM.

"I'll go, but I'm thinking it's best I walk alone." the Gunslinger says quietly.

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SAFEAT2ND

Thursday, October 13, 2005 4:07 AM

Safe walks up to TRM from his spot at the back of the room.

TRM watches the man approach. Not an overly large man by most standards, but not small either. He walks with a deceptive ease. TRM's eye flick over to the other man Safe was standing with. He leans againt the wall with nonchalant casualness that TRM senses hides a wary edginess. Again not a large man, but with these two, TRM suspects, size can be deceptive.

"The names Safe, that there's my partner Jack."
"Seems you saved our bacon a bit ago. Don't know if we can pay you back proper, so we'd like to offer what help we can. Sorry to say, we don't know your crew, but we're good in a scrap. Been in more'n a few."

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

PSYCHICRIVER

Thursday, October 13, 2005 11:19 AM

Im in, I hope we can find Emma.

And I hope, that I can be...of use.

Emma'd do it for me.

So, whose team am I on?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

"I love Matt, he's great!!" Summer Glau, re me!

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