The Sereni-Tree and New Arrivals
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, January 26, 2006 06:13
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*sleeps under the table*
^by my friend Yoko, an interprentation of me
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Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
If you weren't good friends of mine, I'd be calling for a vet...
*pops into the infirmary*
You called?
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You ended that sentence with a preposition! Bastard. - O'Neill
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* TheRealMe gladly takes the drink Kelly offers. *
You would like to know the story Kelly? The story of how SoulofSerenity died?
Well, the events surrounding Soul's fate took place in threads 31 “The Sereni-Tree: Back in Black”, and 32 “The Sereni-Tree and the Madness of Arkham”. You can check the summaries for those threads in the Guide, if you like. Then thread 33 was “The Sereni-Tree and the Lost Soul”, where we had a wake for SoulofSerenity, among other things.
But I suppose that I can summarize the summaries. We had been tracking Emma, who is yet ANOTHER missing member of our crew. She had gone out on a trading mission and never returned. We followed what we took to be her distress beacon to a derelict ship, the Arkham. While our sensors said that her beacon was there, we could not get a lock on her exact location.
So three groups of us took shuttles over to explore the wreck, each using a different entry point. But once inside, each group got caught in a separate reality that had nothing to do with a derelict ship. My group, which included Needleseye, Rat, Jake7, Nugget the meteor troll, and a couple of Zoe-clones, was on Whitefall being attacked by endless hordes of mutated creatures, and we were losing the fight. We met Monkeytail and N0skillz there. The group with Static, Jazaf, Bride2, Jayne-clone2, and Soul trekked through a mysterious forest and had to face the Dark Tower. The group which included Serenity, Ath, Safeat2nd, Mai, Lissa, River-clone, CastIronJack, and PsychicRiver were stuck in cages attached to a gladiatorial arena. On occasion our groups would meet, then break up again. A great deal happened, including the re-appearance of the Sith Lord Darth Ath and the loss of about twenty clones-beings of our Big Damn Heroes.
Now, I have no idea if we were being subjected to hologram-style illusions inside the Arkham, if our minds were being controlled, or if we were truly taken to various other worlds. The details are not important, however. What is important is that we were trapped in these nightmares, with no way out. We were the playthings of some evil alien entity, the kind you find in about half the episodes of Star Trek. It was a puppetmaster, and we were just dancing on our strings for its amusement.
And it was a sadistic puppetmaster. For some reason, it picked Soul and took him aside. It promised that we could all go free, but for a price. One of us had to die. Soul had to choose. The puppetmaster watched in glee as Soul agonized over the decision. Then Soul decided that HE would die in order to free us all. He willing sacrificed himself to save the rest of us.
What a guy!
But anyway, now he’s walking around, seemingly alive. And somehow, it disturbs me. It seems too easy. That is why I want the doctor to check him out.
* TheRealMe drains the drink in one gulp. *
And we STILL have not found Emma.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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In the back room of Flechette’s restaurant on Boros:
After hearing the story about Safe and Jack’s past, all is quiet for a short time as Safe, Jack, Citizen, and the two Brides share a drink.
Then Bride6 perks up. “Well, Mister Safe, we can help you look for your missing friend. We’ve got plenty of weapons here in this pack, and Jayne-clone2 taught me how to shoot.” She rummages around in the pack. “Oooooh! We got some grenades here, too, so we can blow plenty of stuff up. Then when we’re done, we can all go back home to the Sereni-Tree.”
Bride7 had been filing her nails and looking bored, but then she gazes directly at Citizen. “You, Citizen! What’s your part in all of this?”
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* TheRealMe walks over to Soul, slaps him on the shoulder, and shakes his hand. *
Good to have you back, Soul. You go with SimonWho and let him run some tests so that we have an idea about what happened to you. Then, when you are ready and able to return to work, you can resume your duties as Security Chief. Sadly, all the clones of our Big Damn Heroes dissolved into dust during the Arkham adventure, including the four Zoes. So I’m afraid that you will have to appoint some new deputies.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
[BBut I suppose that I can summarize the summaries. We had been tracking Emma, who is yet ANOTHER missing member of our crew. She had gone out on a trading mission and never returned. We followed what we took to be her distress beacon to a derelict ship, the Arkham. While our sensors said that her beacon was there, we could not get a lock on her exact location.
So three groups of us took shuttles over to explore the wreck, each using a different entry point. But once inside, each group got caught in a separate reality that had nothing to do with a derelict ship. My group, which included Needleseye, Rat, Jake7, Nugget the meteor troll, and a couple of Zoe-clones, was on Whitefall being attacked by endless hordes of mutated creatures, and we were losing the fight. We met Monkeytail and N0skillz there. The group with Static, Jazaf, Bride2, Jayne-clone2, and Soul trekked through a mysterious forest and had to face the Dark Tower. The group which included Serenity, Ath, Safeat2nd, Mai, Lissa, River-clone, CastIronJack, and PsychicRiver were stuck in cages attached to a gladiatorial arena. On occasion our groups would meet, then break up again. A great deal happened, including the re-appearance of the Sith Lord Darth Ath and the loss of about twenty clones-beings of our Big Damn Heroes.
Now, I have no idea if we were being subjected to hologram-style illusions inside the Arkham, if our minds were being controlled, or if we were truly taken to various other worlds. The details are not important, however. What is important is that we were trapped in these nightmares, with no way out. We were the playthings of some evil alien entity, the kind you find in about half the episodes of Star Trek. It was a puppetmaster, and we were just dancing on our strings for its amusement.
And it was a sadistic puppetmaster. For some reason, it picked Soul and took him aside. It promised that we could all go free, but for a price. One of us had to die. Soul had to choose. The puppetmaster watched in glee as Soul agonized over the decision. Then Soul decided that HE would die in order to free us all. He willing sacrificed himself to save the rest of us.
What a guy!
But anyway, now he’s walking around, seemingly alive. And somehow, it disturbs me. It seems too easy. That is why I want the doctor to check him out.
* TheRealMe drains the drink in one gulp. *
And we STILL have not found Emma.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
*KellyofLuthien leans against the counter and quietly listens to TRM tell an almost unbelievable tale. Her eyes widen in astonishment as TRM tells her of Soul's sacrifice.*
Kelly thinks to herself: "That is almost unfathomable for an elf of my kind. No wonder they were all shocked to see him walk in here. But Serenity? Why was she so affected by his return? And have they searched for Emma any longer?"
*Kelly frowns slightly. Something doesn't feel right. She notes the obvious worry on TRM's face as he walks away and decides maybe her questions are best left for later....then she wonders if PR just heard everything she thought.*
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*mt wakes up on the floor of the bar on serenitree and looks around for someone to pour him a drink or tell him where everyone is.
On a good day, hell can look alot like LA.-Playing God
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*N0S notices MT stirring around the bar. And reaches for the Brandy bottle and a empty glasses. Handing MT the glass and pouring him a drink*
"Here ya go mate. Cheers" Raising up his own glass.
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RAF Lakenheath
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In the back of Flechettes restaurant on Boros:
At Bride6’s obvious delight at having grenades, Jack grins and moves his chair closer to hers.
“Citzen here was trying to offer us a job…” Safe starts, turning his attention to Bride7.
“Hold on a second. You’re from the Tree right? How much do you know about Butterfly girl?”
Both Brides look at Safe blankly.
“Ummm.. Serenity. How well do you know Serenity?”
“She’s connected to this somehow…”
“How do you figure?” Bride7 says, clearly bored with the direction of the conversation.
“From what I can gather, there’s bad blood between her and Scar man.”
“So the way I see it, the Alliance didn’t blow up our shuttle. Why would they? There’s nothing for them to gain from it. Scar man on the other hand, would be looking to make a statement. He seemed to know the shuttle ‘cause he was waiting for us when we arrived, but we were not who he was expecting. He was waiting for Serenity. We embarrassed him then ditched him.”
“His plan worked. It got the attention of the Alliance and they are now swarming the area. It won’t be long ‘til they figure out we’re here. All he has to do is sit back and a) wait for us to get caught or b) wait for the Alliance to flush us out and follow us back to Serenity.”
"So there it is. If you still want to help, you'll be marked too."
Safe turns to Citizen. "We could use your knowledge of this planet and your connections. Plus you've got a gift for talking your way out of a situation, a subtlety, something we are in short supply of." Safe looks meaningfully at Jack.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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*sits across from TWG still showing slight signs of shock, he pours a tall glass of rum from the bottle on his hip, and pours a glass for TWG as well. He tries to get a few bites of bread down between pulls from the glass*
So, You've a walking corpse on board, seems to be stiring up quite a fuss. You've a grown boy, with a sharp wit,....Obviously not mine.
* He lets out a deep laugh as TWG slaps him across the left arm. He winces slightly as that's the arm that is still recovering. An appolagetic look flashes across her face. He smiles.*
No worries Luv, it's not me drinking arm.
*He raises his glass in his right arm and they toast, and they finish their glasses. He fills them again from the bottle on his hip.*
Happy? I'll manage I think. Well...Now. You look ta have a good crew here. Think any of 'em are up for some pirating? I'm kidding of course, unless they arrrrrrrrrr! ha.
*noticing the basket of bread is deplenished, he stands and takes the basket to the bar. He nudges Nell awake and fills her glass from the bottle on his hip*
Hey you, so there's ass biting?.....Again? Cheers babe. We gotta get the lay of the.......ship? We should get together soon.
*he gathers a fresh basket of bread and heads back to the table with TWG*
So Where do we go from here?
ummmm....Marillion
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