Sereni-Tree: Boros cliffhanger, engaging paramours
POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, March 6, 2006 11:36
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as the hangar fills with people, mysteryman boards the Nandi and gets as ready as possible for take-off. He flips the switch for the comm. link, still unsure of wheather its going where he wants it to...
Ath? get ready with the bay doors, open them on TRM's say so, he's talking with the guys on Boros, and hey, good luck.
He watches as the bay, then the Cloud, fills with more people, waiting for the moment they can get going.
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Let's go find out what exactly is going on. I'm not much of a fighter. I'd be in the way more than anything. And some of us gotta stay here and defend the 'tree. It's up to you where you go, just make your decision quickly. I'm going to go and find Serenity and KOL and the others and see that the plan is from here.
What planet are you from that you've not heard of The Alliance? Let's just say they are the uber-meddlesome government in controlof every planet from the most prestigous of core worlds to the most decrepit on the outer rim. Or at least they like to think they are.
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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In the Ocean Cloud on the Sereni-Tree’s hanger deck:
TheRealMe listens to Ath’s report with growing concern. “A mole?” Without saying another word, he walks out of the Ocean Cloud and over to where the platinum from the Grendel’s Find heist was stacked against a wall and secured. He concentrates mightily, and opens a dimensional portal under it. The platinum falls through to somewhere else, and he closes the portal.
He addresses everyone on the hanger deck. “Change in plan. Everyone onto the Napoleon Bonaparte. MysteryMan, you can come with us or stay with Nandi as you like. Nandi might help defend the ship later or sneak over onto the Alliance cruisers, but she will not be accompanying the Cloud at this time.”
As folks shift over to the Bonaparte, TheRealMe tinkers around in the cockpit of the Ocean Cloud.
“What are you doing?” asks Jadehand.
“Alliance expects to see a certain thing. They will. After all, I’d hate to disappoint them!” He turns toward Jadehand. “Sorry about this Cloud, though. Say your goodbyes.”
TheRealMe thinks. "Hmmm... I'll need some organic matter. Spam might be close enough." He keys his com-link. "Sparky, get back in here and load half of the ammunition from the Admiral Nelson's spam-guns into the crew compartment of the Ocean Cloud." Sparky moves to obey.
At that moment, Quincey arrives in the hanger bay, completely out of breath. As had been suspected, she is in her slinky red dress. She had been running barefoot, carrying her high-heeled shoes.
TheRealMe smiles. “Bride5! Just in time. I need a second pilot. Kindly get the Bonaparte prepped for launch.” Happy that she didn’t miss the action, Quincy gets into the Bonaparte, still huffing and puffing from her run. Everyone who is going follows her. TheRealMe insists that his large pack is moved.
TheRealMe takes the copilot seat next to Quincey. Then he opens a com line to the Bridge of the Sereni-Tree. “Well, Tuppy, if I was a clever guy, you know that I’d come up with a better plan than this. But maybe the SEP field will work after all. Proceed with the Ocean Cloud launch. Take care. Protect the Sereni-Tree anyway you have to and don’t worry about us. Don’t forget the Ether Drive of TheGreyJedi, if it comes to that, but I’m guessing you don’t want to fall down another black hole so soon. Open the hanger bay doors!” TheRealMe cuts the com and turns to Quincey. “Follow the Ocean Cloud. Not TOO closely.”
While Quincey slowly brings the Bonaparte off the flight deck, TheRealMe puts on a special set of goggles and starts manipulating the co-pilot controls. As he does so, the unoccupied Cloud responds. The hanger is depressurized and the great doors slowly open.
“Bride5, activate Rat’s shrinking technology, at maximum. That will make this shuttle about a foot long.”
Quincey finds the control, a rather large dial hidden away in one corner of the console, and twists it. From inside the Bonaparte, the hanger outside suddenly seems to expand in size tremendously.
TheRealMe touches a control. “Activating SEP field.” Ahead of them, the Ocean Cloud seems to disappear. “Okay, Bride5, follow this heading until the Ocean Cloud explodes, then give us a quick burn at full thrust along this vector, that I’m feeding your console. Then cut engines. Understood?”
“Yes,” Quincey responds. Then, “Explodes?”
As the invisible Ocean Cloud leaves the Sereni-Tree’s hanger bay, it is speared by Alliance lasers and engulfed by plasma blasts. There is an explosion. The wreckage of the Cloud becomes visible as it scatters in all directions.
Quincey swings the nose of the tiny Bonaparte to point in the correct direction. She guns the engines for just a moment, then shuts them down.
TheRealMe sighs, pulls off the special goggles, then relaxes in the co-pilot seat. “For now, we are a ti
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OOC:
So, who is on the Bonaparte? From what I got, there is TheRealMe, Jadehand, Quincey, Mai, LightMeDark, and perhaps MysteryMan. Anybody else?
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from the cockpit of the Nandi, he watches, infuriated, as TRM dumps the Platinum through a portal. Fumbling the catches, he only manages to open the hatch as the other are piling into the Bonaparte.
'what the hell is going on? where the hell did you just send the shipment? What are you doing?'
but everyone is already in the shuttle, and it begins to shrink.
'oh, to hell with this' Striding towards the wall where the shipment had be stacked his kicks the unoffending bulkhead hard. A small rebellious voice in his head questions the wisdom of kicking thinks harder that his feet, plus, he probably had his reasons..
'oh shut up you'
jabbing the comm link on his wrist he only barely manages to not shout at Ath.
'Did I hear TRM saying there was a mole on board? Why? are you guys not telling me something? What has the Alliance got against you? Specifically I mean, not just the general none-payment of taxes crap...'
'...look, its me, its Seryn, I was just messing around, new found playthings. Oh, to hell with it. I'll be a while, but I'm coming up, keep the guy talking. I going of course on the whole 'while hes talking he's not shooting' principle. Lets hope he has principles'
He crouches against the wall, trying to think of something to do.
...I need Seryn back. Crap, it takes ages, right, concentrate, think, hard...
Quicker than usual, he feels things start to change, wrist and hands becoming more delicate, the skin paling and loosing the sprinkling of hair.
'Oh, who said girlish petulance never helped?'
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But get Jake7 in a quad laser turret, just in case. I do not believe that we can overcome that ship in a fair fight... so fight dirty. Blast off their targeting sensors. Vent garbage to make it seem like we’re injured to lure them in. Run away if necessary.
**jake7, tired from searching the Cortex was walking to the common room (for a snack) via the bridge when she heard TRM's command to TWG. She heads to the turret. She activates the Comm.**
TWG, TRM, I overheard you when I was walking by. I'm in the turret awaiting further instructions. Meanwhile, I'm continuing my search for that blasted user's guide!
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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul steps back out of the shuttle and turns to Serenity, kissing her with more passion than he has in a long time.
Serenity's knees go a little weak.
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"Just don't die on me again," she orders.
Soul smiles and kisses her again. "I promise."
*Serenity looks down at the nametag JadeHand gave her.*
Good idea! she thinks. This is just what I needed.
*As the shuttles depart, she runs off to see if she can be of help anywhere.
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom
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gods that hurts...
She looks up, then examines her hands and feet, almost back to their normal size and shape. Oh, good, so i'm getting quicker, but also getting a headache... not a bad trade off.
Kicking off the too big boots she runs to her room. From it she retrieves the clothes she wore before starting work on the Nandi, and a Japanese style grey jacket, plain but for a crest embroiderd near the collar.
Dressing quickly and scooping her hair into some kind of 'elegant' updo, she throws everything she owns into the bag.
Running for the deck, she clicks as she nears the common room, then scoops up and puts the rabbits in their carry case as she goes.
On reaching the bridge, she composes herself, then enters.
'is there a link to the ship open?'
Not waiting for a reply she crosses and jabs at the buttons herself, then stands back as the screen blips into life.
'hello, do I have the commander there? Oh good..
her voice turns hard and uncomprimising
'Explain to me what the hell you think you are playing at?'
'Who are you to demand explanations?'
The commander clocks the crest on the jacket, and pales very slighlty. Quickly she rattles of a code, but not the one written on the wall, waits while it is verified, then cuts the Commander off,
'save it! you know who I am, you no doubt have questions, maybe a reward or two, I've been gone a while, who knows how bad they wanted me back...
here is the deal. I'll come over to your place. We can chat, maybe even have a few drinks, but to earn your lovely cashy reward money you are going to tell me who the mole is. Then you are going to send your friend away. You lot are just too excitable. But this ship is going to stay here for as long as it suits her, and then she's going to leave. You will not hinder, you will not harm. You get me?'
Despite remaining pale, he keeps up the attitude
'you don't think you are going to get information out of me do you? come on, you should know Intelligence better than that.
...but, your offer is, somewhat, agreeable. The ship can stay, then she can go about her bus...'She cuts the link.
The other cruiser starts to move away, returning to its posting on the otherside of the planet. And the first starts to manouver away from the Tree.
*takes a deep breath*
'oh, dammit. Well, I had to go home sooner or later.'
*turns to TWG and Ath, who are staring at her with many different thoughts struggling to control their features*
'I wasn't the mole, please believe that, find out who it is. You guys were so much fun, but, *glances at the cruiser* loose ends. See you again.'
She runs back to the the bay, where she overides the bridges control to the doors in a half-assed way, and opens them manually.
Flying the Nandi out as soon as she can clear it, she see's the tiniest speck of gold, almost lost on the curve of the planet, as the shuttle breaks the atmosphere. Turning towards the cruiser, She sends a last message to the bridge.
'I'm stealing your Fighter, sorry!
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Seryn -practising her curveballs. Whoot this is fun!
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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Ok, so I'm more than just a bit curious about what's going on here. The platinum is where? and the mole is Who? How would they find a way around the SEP? Could be tech scanners..but the people watching the screens, shouldn't notice. I have an idea for mods but we'll worry about that later.
Maybe that Baby is the mole?
Well, needless to say I've more questions than there's like to be time for answers. But betrayal makes me more than just a little vengeful.
*JadeHand pulls out his nametags and begins scribbling names on several tags and placing them in various pockets.*
There's going to blood. Lots of it. Hope you guys weren't interested in making friends with the alliance.
Oh, how much can you shink stuff with that shrinking tech? Can you fit a shrunken Alliance crusier on the Tree? 'Cause I'm real close to getting us one. It just involves everyone on that one being very dead.
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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion
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Boros:
Quote:
Originally posted by NEEDY:
“Hold on” Flechette encourages, as gunfire continues to blast around them.
“I…” he starts, before gagging on the blood in his throat
“Dammit, stay…” Flechette orders, but Needy doesn’t hear the end of it, as he loses consciousness once more
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Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
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Needy opens his eyes suddenly. The bright light that surrounds him should be blinding, but instantly his eyes adjust to it, as if it’s normal.
Something’s not right he thinks to himself.
I’m… I’m okay
No pain, there should be pain
And, I shouldn’t be here of all places
Needy raises his back until he is in sitting position.
He is lying on his own bed, in the companion house
“This isn’t real” he tries to convince himself.
“No, it’s not…” a figure ahead of him calls out. The voice belongs to a woman, but for some reason, he cannot make out who it is, her identity obscured by the bright light that seems to be issuing forth from her, and her alone. “… but it is necessary”
“Wh…what?” Needy stutters, completely bewildered. “What’s going on?”
The being steps closer to his bed, her face still obscured but now the silhouette of her figure takes shape.
His visitor is tall and slim… and winged.
Needy rubs his fingers over his eyelids and looks again.
The heavenly being tilts her head and looks consolingly at the companion. “Don’t worry” she utters softly
Needy begins to breathe heavily and swallows before asking the next question.
“Am I dead? Is… is that what this is?”
There is a silence before the being responds
“You think I’m an angel?”
Needy doesn’t respond vocally, but slightly shrugs his shoulders as if to say “I don’t know, you tell me”
Just then, the light grows dim and the figure edges closer to him.
No longer masked, Needy recognises the being standing before him.
“… Serenity?”
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Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
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