The Sereni-Tree, an evil doll, and a showdown on Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, February 11, 2006 06:02
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Originally posted by seryn:
...they hear Serenity's panicked voice coming from Souls communit...Quote:
Soul? Are YOU there? I can't find Mai. She has Charlie! I know you hate the Baby3000, but I'm worried.
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"I saw a tweaked-out looking woman cradling a baby back that-a way," says Washie, pointing down the corridor. Remembering the airloc she had passed by earlier, she yells, "Sweet buddha NO! There's an airloc back there! Let's GO!"
They all pound down the corridor, TRM in the lead, desperately hoping they're not too late...Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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Boros;
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TheRealMe wrote:
Bride6 holsters her pistols as she scrambles to keep up with Citizen, Safe, Jack, and (farthest up the tunnel) Bride7.
“Uh, what was that back there?” Bride6's lip quivers, tears welling in her eyes. “I had that guy in my sights. Should have popped him good, but... and the window, how did...”
With the explosion still ringing in his ears, Safe breaks into a run with the others, falling into stride alongside Bride6.
“That... was a “sonic mine” used to capture some of the more elusive targets. It has something to do with very low frequency sound and electrical current. Slows the target down, makes ‘em easy to capture if they can’t run away.” Safe says a look on his face like he had a bad taste in his mouth.
“The Blue Sun Corporation funded the Alliance in the research. They found that it not only affects the body's electrical system but somehow the very air within a radius of the mine.”
Bride6 look worriedly back the way they came. “How come the man in the grey suit wasn’t affected?”
“That I don’t rightly know...”
Safe slows as they approach the hatch to Flechette’s restaurant. Was that worry he felt? How could he worry about someone he barely knew? It went against all his military training.
As if responding to his thoughts, the hatch opens. But it wasn't the person he was hoping? it would be.
Needy looks down. “Mr. Safe! Hold on a moment.”
Needy hands Safe a piece of paper. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. It goes against my entire companion training... but I’m no supporter of the Alliance. A client of the house has a hanger. In it is his private collection of shuttles and fighters. The Alliance made him mothball the fighters and turn all armaments over to them, but the shuttles should be operational. Good luck.”
Safe looks at the paper. “Thank-you. But you can’t stay here. Take Flechette, Amy and the book store lady and go wait for us at that hanger.” Safe looks down the tunnel at Citizen. “We have a bit of business... We’ll meet you there.”
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
"And you, Ath? Mana nórello tulyë--I mean, where are you from?"
"Well, Serenity and I are from a planet called Daedelia. We grew up in a place called-"
Before Ath can finish he hears TRM's voice over the ship-wide comm:
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
”Attention! Mister Static, Mister Ath, and Ms Quincey. The first one of you to make it to the Bridge can implement our new course to Boros.”
*Ath turns to Kelly with an apologetic look on his face. Looking at Ath, she smiles.*
"Sounds like you're needed up there. Good luck!"
*Ath frowns. "Are you sure? I can stay here...."
*Kelly shakes her head.* "No, I completely understand. Go! And fly beautifully!"
"Thanks! We'll finish this later, I promise!"
*With one last glance back, Ath runs to the bridge as fast as he can. When he gets there, he gets the signal from TRM to hold off, but not a reason.
Anxious to do his job and a little annoyed that his tea with Kelly was interrupted for nothing, Ath gets on his comm-link.*
"Hey TRM, what's going on?"
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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Quincey runs onto the Bridge, dripping wet and with only a towel wrapped around her. She stops cold when she sees that Ath is already sitting at a control station. Ath smiles and waves at her.
“Gorram it! Lost again!” She kicks a bulkhead with her bare foot. “OW!”
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Earlier, in the Sereni-Tree Hanger Bay:
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"Whoa! New shuttle!"
TheRealMe considers the implications.
"You know, I believe that we could make use of a brand new shuttle that has no known ties to the Sereni-Tree. How do you feel about taking part in a rescue mission in several days? Hmmm... Looks like you are getting ready for a test flight."
TheRealMe uses his com-link to send a signal to the pilot station on the Bridge to hold off on the new course to Boros for the time being.
"Oh, that's magnificent! It just turned invisible! Or did it disappear?"
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Jadehand wrote:
Hehehe. No she's still there. That's the S.E.P. field. You just don't notice the shuttle anymore, because it's Somebody Else's Problem. And well, this is really a proxy shuttle, we can use it to grab the platnium, then trade the Platinum for the parts we need through Rat's connections to build the real thing. She'll be perfect for rescue missions with the S.E.P.and enough space for a strike force of about 10, well, less if you want the rescuees to fit in. Who's in trouble?
*notices he lost TRM back at the whole proxy/Platinum bit. *
Oh sorry, yeah you see, here's the deal.......*whisper whisper* * fills in the details… *
So,......What do you think? Can we swing by the mining station? then hit Rat's less than white market contacts? I'll make a few of us into the best mechanics in the 'verse and she'll be ready to go by the time we get to Boros. …
Actually, TheRealMe has seen stranger things in his time than a shuttle created with a magic crayon, so he is able to absorb this bit with little trouble.
“I am not at all surprised that Rat is somehow tied up in this felonious double-dealing scheme! Well, it sounds like you have an excellent, workable plan. Sure, anybody who wants to participate can go with you, as long as you don’t completely denude the Sereni-Tree of essential personnel. Just try not to implicate the Sereni-Tree in anything that the Alliance is likely to care about.”
TheRealMe pulls out his com-link and uses it to holographically display the 3-D star charts he had been studying earlier.
“Hmmm… Well, we could make a slight detour to stop by the mining colony of Grendel’s Find. Then on to Garrison as I had planned, just before the jump to Boros. On Garrison you can probably purchase what you need to build the shuttle. Do those worlds work for you, or did you have some particular destinations in mind?”
TheRealMe deactivates and puts away his com-link.
“Hmmm… A Somebody Else’s Problem field? Excellent! I always wanted to play with one of those! I wonder if we can upgrade our existing shuttles with it, or would it interfere with Rat’s shrinking technology?”
“Anyway, once you get the parts, there are many excellent engineers, technicians, and mechanics on board that could help construct this vehicle. Aside from Rat and myself, there are also Needleseye and Jet (that is, Bride4) who work down in Main Engineering with TheGreyJedi. You would normally have to see if Grey can spare either one. Knowing Jet, though, she’d probably be willing to tinker with this on her own time! To my knowledge, Grey himself is the best engineer we have on board. He designed and built all the starship components of the Sereni-Tree, after all. But he is usually occupied with the Sereni-Tree’s engines.”
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*…Wash wanders toward voices she heard coming from a cavernous space ahead. She reaches the main doorway just in time to hear Jadehand mention recruiting mechanics for an upcoming mission…
"Gentlemen, I'm not exactly dressed for it so I'm not sure you'll believe me, but I happen to be a dab hand at mechanical pursuits…
*Cocking one hip out and placing hands akimbo* "If we've got spare overalls for me, I can doff the frou-frou and be one of the boys for as long as I'm needed…
"OH! And TRM? I'd like a word with you in my quarters whenever you get a chance. Nothing urgent, justNOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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“Warning! The main airlock safety protocol has been over-ridden. Both inner and outer doors are being opened. This procedure is not recommended.”
*as the alarm signal rings through the ship Mai's mind begins to clear. She finds herself standing at the control panel of a nearby airlock putting in a sequence of orders*
What in the 'verse?!!!
Remebering the voice activation of several other machines on the ship she shouts *deactivate airlock doors!
The computer answers "unrecognized voice detail, inner airlock panel open. system run complete. 6.2 seconds to initialize outer doors*
*panics*
*Cargo crates begin flying towards the now partially open doors. The doll grabs for her throat, choking her as she dives for one of the hidden cubbies*
*Losing consciousness as she hears the doll chant. "You all will die one by one. The ship will be destroyed, oh what fun!"
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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Originally posted by mai:
" ...oh what fun!"
*Heavily laden with bundles of other peoples' stuff, Schwartz is led through the cargo bay by cozen. cozen tosses the llama a peanutbutter choccy cup, which in mid flight is caught up in the sudden hurricane caused by the opening of the external bay door.*
*The Baby3000 ceases its choking of our Mai and screams, "mine!" and leaps after the yummy confection. But s/he misses. The doll and Mai are both rapidly drawn toward the emptiness of space. cozen heroically considers making a grab for them. However, he seems to be unable to loosen his deathgrip on the llama's haunches, consequently embracing a sort of interesting catatonic panic.*
*Schwartz, being a sensible sort, casually noses the airlock's 'close' button. Mai and Chuck slam against the door, but fail to escape into the black.*
*Crisis averted, yet again. Substantial bruising ensues.*
***
"You think somebody wouldn't go see somebody if they didn't want entertainment?"
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Citizen led the way into the old Town hall. The building was largely derelict, and had obvious gaping wounds from small arms fire. Safe guessed, correctly, that these were the battle scares from the war. The entrance hall was a fairly large expanse with sweeping staircases leading up on to an overlooking third floor balcony. The remnants of an old reception desk which looked like it had come under considerable heavy fire took up the expanse of the front walls either side of the main entrance.
In the centre stood a fairly modest statue whose features looked not just quite exactly like Citizen's. Jack looked at it and then glanced at the Citizen before his eye's fell back on to the statue.
He raised his hand and pointed. "Who the ruttin' hell is that?"
Citizen glanced over. "Oh that's my great grandfather, he founded this town." He said.
Safe looked at him for a moment before speaking. "So when you said that this was your gorramn town, you meant that this was your gorramn town?"
Citizen's brow scrunched up in a puzzled expression for a second. "Of course, you didn't think I was just a small time monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur did you?"
Jack and Safe glanced at each other, shared a look and then shrugged.
“So what happened?”
“The usual, politics, that and the Alliance had bigger guns, same thing really.” Citizen shrugged. “Rolled in here right over the locals and the Independents, the rest is history.”
Jack sat down by the foot of the statue and began checking his weapons. “So what’s with the tooled up monkeys?” He said as he began to reload the various arms laid out before him.
“Well after the war the Alliance didn’t much have the resources for peacekeeping here, so I pulled together what was left of the local police and militia to help keep the less savoury types in line.” Citizen took a perch on the remnants of the old reception desk. “They weren’t much, the Alliance pretty much only left alive the soldiers that weren’t up to being cooks. Anyway, there was this crashed ship, some sort of travelling circus that had been hit, by who I don’t know. The crew was wiped out; all that was left were these monkeys.”
“So you’re saying they’re genuwine space Monkeys?” Safe said half laughing.
Citizen grinned. “Yeah, hadn’t really thought about it like that. Well some of my fellas took a shine to ‘em, started teachin’ ‘em tricks, even teachin’ ‘em to play Chess.” Citizen leaned forward slightly to heighten the effect of what he was about to say. “When the Monkeys started winning I decided that it was about time I upgraded.”
He jumped down from his perch and began walking toward the back of the entrance hall. “Anyway, we need to get set up.” He said starting to get official. “There’s two possibilities for who were meeting here way I see it, either the Alliance knew I’m with you and got to my contacts and this is a trap, or we’re about to meet the sniper from the training house.”
“You sure that this isn’t just a coincidence?” Bride6 asked.
“I don’t believe in coincidences.” Citizen replied simply. "The alliance want us, and the sniper wants off this rock" He turned to Safe “Safe, I’m thinking elevated fire positions from the balcony, with lower crossing fire from behind the desk. What do you think?”
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*going back just a little bit*
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
“Warning! The main airlock safety protocol has been over-ridden. Both inner and outer doors are being opened. This procedure is not recommended.”
OH NO!!!
*Serenity runs as fast as a 4 1/2 month pregnant winged woman can run toward the airlock. She meets up with TRM and the others at the door to the common room. She pounds her fist on the door in frustration.*
Ow!
What are we going to do? We have to get in there!!!
*begins to hyperventilate*
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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Soul pushes past the others as the emergency door shuts, but that doesn't stop him. Phasing his body he dives through the door, he feels the rush of wind on his body as he solidifies and is sucked over the edge of the balcony and into the common room. He pulls out his bow and fires an arrow into the wall, a cord trailing behind it. As soon as the arrow impacts, he grabs tight to the cord and begins to make his way towards Mai and the doll. He inches closer and closer, objects flying all around him until--
The wind stops, and he drops to the floor. After sustaining a nice bruise on his rear, Soul looks over to see Schwartz by the controls to close the airlock door.
"Go figure. A llama saves the day."
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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