Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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(In the SereniTree's hanger)
Deuce creeps into the hanger, weapons at the ready. Ah HA! It was just as she thought! There was an enemy shuttle sitting there! But where was its crew? Had they already had time to invade the ship?
She hears movement in the walls. Very crafty! But not crafty enough!
Deuce finds an entry way into the same air vents and follows the intruders. Since she is not so up on the layout of the ship, she's not quite sure where she is.
Eventually, in the infirmary, Deuce leaps out of the shadows yelling something, almost chopping PsychicRiver’s head off with one of her katanas. At the last moment, she diverts her attack, but ThatWeirdGirl pulls him back out of danger anyway.
"Ooops! Sorry! There's enemy around here, somewhere! Came aboard in a shuttle!"
"No," ThatWeirdGirl says. "That was us."
"We stole one of their shuttles," PsychicRiver adds.
Deuce seems very disappointed. “Hmmmph! It's just... I saw the Alliance shuttle land and thought…”
She looks past the pair. “Is there any chance you were followed?” she asks, hopefully.
Bride2
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McQ continues fighting off Alliance troops beside Wash, as if there's no end to their determination to take over the ship.
"Well, let me know what's decided then," he responded to her. "I have a personal score to settle with these Alliance bums for turning me into this beast against my will. I shall make them suffer."
McQ activates a small shield with his left arm's assessories to block out the monsoon of Alliance bullets and laser fire and shoots back with his blaster rifle. "These idiots don't know when to quit," he mutters to himself as he continues to shoot down Alliance soliders that enter the common room.
"Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun." (Ash - Army of Darkness)
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*Sitting at a table in the infirmary, Ath is locked in a desperate battle. As if through a haze, he sees his eternal opponent.*
"You'll not take me today!", he shouts.
*His opponent just stares back at him, not betraying the slightest bit of emotion. Ath watches as his opponent's hand slowly rises, seeming to take an eternity, yet reaching it's goal far too soon. The hand comes down with the object of Ath's doom, and the mouth says the one word that spells his demise.*
"UNO!"
*Ath looks down at his deck, sweating profusely as he considers what card to put down. Finally, he drops down a green 7 and cringes in terrified expectation.
Across the table from him, Mai raises an eyebrow, then throws down her final card, a green 4.
Abject despair crushes into Ath as he finally tastes defeat, made all the worse by the copious amounts of smack-talking and verbal-ownage that Mai lays upon him.*
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*Laying on the medical bed, unconscious, Ath's blood pressure drops a bit lower.*
"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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Safe wrote:
“Well, Safe, I suppose you want someone who HASN’T been shot to operate it, right? I guess that’s me.” Grumbling all the way, Bride7 unbuckles her safety harness, gets to her feet, and starts to leave the cockpit. “Hey, Safe! Where exactly is this gun turret of yours… supposed… to… be...” Bride7’s complaints trail off when she notices the girl peeking in on the cockpit. Surprised, Bride7 locks eyes with her for a moment, and then sighs. “Oh, this is getting better and better! SAFE! We got us a stow-away!”
Shadow’s concentration broke as her eyes locked with one of the cockpit’s occupants. Fear and curiosity flashed in equal parts across her face as she tried to hide further in the shadows, but knowing she had been discovered she took a few deep breaths and stepped out completely. Fully visible to anyone who cared to look in the doorway of the cockpit; At ten she was small for her age, looking closer to eight, the dirty oversized jeans and brown shirt she wore made her look even younger. Her light brown hair still messy from sleep was pulled into a sloppy and slightly lopsided ponytail with a brown ribbon.
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From her seat, Bride6 strains to see. “Oh! Such a cutie! Hi, sweetie! Hey, you really shouldn’t be walking around without a seat belt. It’s not safe!”
Her eyes widened as her imagination took over and supplied her mind with images of what was about to happen. Her mind quickly flashed to her sister still hiding, waiting for her to return and flinched as she realized she couldn’t run now. Fear and Panic returned, they were in big trouble.
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Bride6 reaches out to the girl with her mangled and bloody right hand, then thinks better of it, and tries the left. “Come here, sweetie. You can stay with me while all this scary stuff goes on. They call me Bride6, but my name is Bobby Sue. What’s your name?”
“Trouble!” Bride7 suggests as she continues on her way to the turret.
Shadow and she stuck out her tongue at Bride7’s suggestion. The fear still evident in her face but pushed behind a thin mask of childish bravery as she focused her attention on the lady who introduced herself as Bride6. “Sh…shadow” she said her voice coming out in little more than a whisper.
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~In Ath's dream~
Oh come on now you can do better then that. 
Best two out of three?
Ath: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Suddenly the game table dissapears
*Mai leans over grabbing one of his hands and whispers*. Then wake up already! Otherwise its you and me in the UNO game that never ends.
No dying allowed. You have someone special to get back to I do believe. And think about Serenity. Think about your baby nephew or niece that you might never meet. You can't give up now.
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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wow, i have the distinct feeling that i'm being doubleteamed...
and what's worse, i don't mind :o
Oh my turn? Puts down another wild card. I choose green.
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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SR realises that the battle to hold the common room is, if not won, then is well in the tree's favor. He ducks into a adjacent room to the air lock and discovers himself in the weapons locker. He quickly gathers up a several boxes of ammo and a handfull of grenades and then retreats back across the common room to the bar. He hunkers down behind the bar and begins loading magazines while nursing a beer he happened to find intact in the under bar cooler. His rhythm is broken by the sound of someone racking the slide on a pump action shotgun. SR looks to the right without moving his head and can see a woman (Trey) holding a shotgun on him not four feet away.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my bar?" The woman demands.
"I'm a old friend of Seryn's, I stopped by for a beer. I guess the Alliance decided they wanted to celebrate U Day early this year." SR replys while slowly continueing to load his clips. The woman relaxes and angles the shotgun away from SR.
"It's quieting down." She says while using a broken fragment of the bar mirror to look out into the common room.
"Yeah, they clearly want to capture some one or some thing and that's good, because as soon as they realise they can't take the Tree then we are all in deep trouble." SR says.
"How do you figure?"
"Because at that point they will simply uncouple and destroy us all from a distance."
"So what do we do?"
"I figure it's impossible to capture the cruiser. We might be able to destroy it, if we are really lucky or we might be able to make a run for it. Which is why I need to get to engineering and make sure they have things in order."
SR finishes his loading and the beer at about the same time. He reaches slowly into his pocket and pulls out a quarter platinum piece and sets it on the shelf under the bar.
"This is for the beer and my share of the mess."
"The beer's on the house and you didn't make the mess."
"Then consider it a tip. Can you contact engineering and let them know I'm on my way and not to shoot me when I get there?"
Trey nods and SR is off and running.
Scorpion Regent
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In the Nandi
Ervine taps her on the shoulder delicately, and she turns to see him indicating first at the Triploi then at the clock in front of her. She swings the fighter round, noting with some relief that the stream of escape pods and passenger shuttles tailed off some time ago.
She raises the Nandi's shield up to maximum, knowing that its not going to stop all of the debris, but just hoping, in her usual style.
As the seconds tick down she takes a deep breath, and it seems like all the surrounding ships do to.
Soundlessly, fire in a hundred different colours erupts along seamlines in the cruiser, spreading out and then receading just as quickly, towers collapse and the bulk of the ship seems to implode. More explosions burst along its bulk, shaking the ship apart, on and on until there is nothing left but a million little pieces, sparkiling and glittering as they spread out from the point in space that the Tripoli used to occupy.
She sighs a little, and the Yeti pats her on the shoulder, then she grins, turning to him as best she can, and yells
'whooooooo hoooo!' angling her arm up awkwardly she waits as he returns the Hi-5.
'Lady! Ervin suggest we fly far away, not get hit by bits'
'Right you are, do you reckon the Tree is far enough away?'
'no, But Tree bigger'
'yeah, thats always comforting'
She turns away, diving in and around other fighters, only needing to fire on a few, and mostly just avoiding the rest, until they get to the bay. Mercifully, they doors are open, and she wonders why there arn't more alliance in the bay. Behind her Ervin attempts to contact the ship, to let them know they are coming aboard, but no-one answers.
She guides the fighter in and lands her to the rear of the bay, her usual spot, and attempts to close the bay doors using the Nandi's jerry rigged link to the Tree. She heaves a sigh of relief as the doors start to close.
'Home!' behind her, Ervin grins, 'Is good to be back'
As soon as the doors slam shut she pops the hatch and they climb out. From the arms lcker they retrieve as many guns as they can carry, resoning that even if they can't use them, other Tree-ers might.
'Why no fight here? Where are humans? Where are bad men?'
'you're right, why is no-one attacking here? You don't think it could be over already do you? The alliance couldn't have won alreadys could they?'
she bites her lip nervously 'come on, slowly, you go first *grin* your hearing is better'
Inching cautiously along the corridor, checking doors as they go, Ervin soon stop her 'boom of guns. Swords too, fight ahead, strange smell, metal. Ervine not like' he sniffs the air again 'Yeti family there, we go!'
And with that they start running twords the common room.
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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Originally posted by Bride2:
(In the SereniTree's hanger)
Deuce creeps into the hanger, weapons at the ready. Ah HA! It was just as she thought! There was an enemy shuttle sitting there! But where was its crew? Had they already had time to invade the ship?
She hears movement in the walls. Very crafty! But not crafty enough!
Deuce finds an entry way into the same air vents and follows the intruders. Since she is not so up on the layout of the ship, she's not quite sure where she is.
Eventually, in the infirmary, Deuce leaps out of the shadows yelling something, almost chopping PsychicRiver’s head off with one of her katanas. At the last moment, she diverts her attack, but ThatWeirdGirl pulls him back out of danger anyway.
"Ooops! Sorry! There's enemy around here, somewhere! Came aboard in a shuttle!"
"No," ThatWeirdGirl says. "That was us."
"We stole one of their shuttles," PsychicRiver adds.
Bride2
Also, have you ever heard of asking questions before you cut someones head off? But by the way, great reflexes.
*PR turns to SW.* So were to learn medic stuff?
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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As ScorpionRegent departs the Common Room, Trey activates her com-link. “Jet? Jet? Can you hear me, kiddo?”
A tired voice answers her. “Trey? I thought you got all shot up?”
“Ha! I’m fine. Doc fixed me up, and I got back down here to protect my bar. I know to keep my wings folded, now, and out of the way. Anyway, how are things going down in Engineering?”
Jet sounds tired and desperate. “Slow, with Grey and Needle gone. I could use some help. Some help that doesn’t screw everything up and make things worse!”
“Well, you might get some help. A guy is coming down. He was fighting on our side as a sniper. Might have saved all our asses. Anyway, he’s a friend of Seryn.”
Jet sounds puzzled. “Friend of who?”
“Dear, you don’t get out much, do you? Seryn is one of the new folk. Anyway, this guy might be able to help. Don’t shoot him.”
“New folk? Uh, okay, then, what’s his name?”
It is Trey’s turn to be puzzled… “Ahhhh…”
Trey, Bride3
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