Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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ScorpionRegent goes down several levels of cargo bays under the Sereni-Tree’s Common Room and eventually finds himself at a vault door labeled “Main Engineering”. A camera mounted near the ceiling spins about and focuses on him, seeming to take notice of his presence. Ponderously, the thick metal door opens.
Past the vault door is a huge room full of technological wonders. There are many consoles and control stations, and several floor-to-ceiling marvels that bear a passing resemblance to active engine cores from various starship Enterprises. There are also fusion plants that seem to be of a more conventional design. Main Engineering has the look of a place kept tidy normally, but suffering from recent breaks, spills, shorts, and leaks. Cables snake from console to power plant to engine core, all with a recent, makeshift look about them. Some consoles have their front panels ripped off and exposed wiring trailing off in all directions. A number of tool kits seem to have been strategically placed at various trouble spots.
A man lies on the floor not far away, seemingly unconscious.
But in front of ScorpionRegent is a hovering command chair that looks to be of a fairly sophisticated design. Sitting in the chair is a young woman. She is small framed, with long brunette hair. She is wiping her glasses on her dirty coveralls, while studying a holographic image floating in the air before her. It is a security camera record of the recent fight in the Common Room, mostly featuring SR’s exploits.
“Yeah, looks like you helped out a lot up there. Sorry, I had to check. You could have been an Alliance mole.” She replaces her glasses and studies SR carefully, frowning as she sweeps an errant lock of hair back from her face. “You still could be, I guess, but I really need the help just now.”
The command chair lands and she hops out. She is rather short. “Hi, I’m Bride4. Name’s Jet. I’m an Assistant Engineer here. The Chief Engineer’s gone, don’t know where to. So’s the other AE, and maybe that’s no accident, as they had a thing.” She tosses SR a very thick phone book-sized manual. “That’s the book I call 'Grey’s Anatomy'. It’s the technical specs and design docs for most of what we have down here. Of the whole ship, really. You should realize that all this tech was tinkered together by TheGreyJedi on his own. Nothing down here is standard, and half the stuff runs by some kind of weird techno-magic that even I haven’t figured out… yet, and I've been trying for about a year. But our main fusion plant isn’t too outlandish, and is probably something you could help with right away if you have engineering experience. As it happens, that’s what we need to get going first. Sereni-Tree’s operating on batteries right now.”
She sighs, and rubs her eyes behind her glasses. She as the look of someone who has not rested in a while.
“So? Ready to get going? Oh, and what’s your name?”
Jet, Bride4
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In the Eagle, flying rapidly toward the Sereni-Tree and the two Alliance Cruisers:
TheRealMe smiles as he explains to Jadehand and Monkeytail. “See, I got this shuttle going at a rather tremendous velocity, vectored directly at the nearer Alliance cruiser. By releasing the passenger module, it will continue on this course and impart a rather impressive amount of impact energy when it strikes. By changing the course of the rest of this craft, I can cause it to do the same to the farther cruiser. With any luck, both will be destroyed, or at least disabled.”
Jadehand stares oddly at TheRealMe. “But what will happen to US?”
“Not a problem, Jade, for you see…”
Monkeytail interrupts, pointing at the far cruiser. “Look!”
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Seryn wrote:
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.
For a short time, all three stare in wonder at the fireworks.
“Huh. Well, that somewhat simplifies the plan.” TheRealMe adjusts the course of the rest of the Eagle to also impact the nearer cruiser, the Killgore. “Our passenger module will likely take out the bridge. Let’s see if WE can hit the engines.”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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In the Common Room of the Sereni-Tree:
A spot of light appears in the Common Room. It expands, to become a ring of fire around a dark void, perhaps the height of a person. Out of this hole in reality step Jadehand, Monkeytail, and TheRealMe. They drop their packs and other equipment. TheRealMe quickly turns and closes his dimensional portal.
“Well! It’s good to be home!”
He finally takes a look around the devastated Common Room, piled high with broken furnishings and bloody bodies, many human, some yeti.
“Ugh!”
But there are still some defenders standing firm, among them Soul, Kelly, some yeti, Trey, an unfamiliar cyborg, and…
“Washie!”
TheRealMe heads toward ItsAWash, but is intercepted by an exhuberant and affectionate Nugget the Meteor Troll! 
TheRealMe sputters as Nugget's long scaly tongue licks his face.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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In space around the Sereni-Tree:
Soon after the explosion of the Tripoli, the Killgore is struck by two rapidly-moving objects, objects too massive for the Killgore’s big guns and complement of defensive fighters to deal with. The first strike vaporizes the cruiser’s main bridge. The second causes damage to one of its engines. The great ship seems to drift listlessly for a time, but then re-orients itself and begins to widen the space between it and the Sereni-Tree. Soon, it is obvious that the Killgore is attempting to withdraw, limping away under the cover of its fighters.
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Ooh Green!
*With a triumphant gleam in her eye, Serenity places down her next card: a green Skip.*
Your turn again, Mai! 
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In Safe’s ISSCV craft:
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!”
"What??" Safe turns and looks back into the passenger compartment. "Well buckle her in, we'll sort it out later"
"Ummm... Safe.."
Safe looks back at Citizen to see him pointing out the pilot's side window, mouth gape.
Safe straightens in his seat and follows Citizens gaze. The Alliance Cruiser Tripoli was coming apart at the seams, and they were too close.
"Sheeit!! Hang ON!!"
Safe cranks the controls to the side and jams the engine to full. They weren't going to make it.
The shock wave tosses the ISSCV like a bit of flotsam on a wave. The ships thick metal plating groans but holds.
"WhaaHooo!" Safe grins as he regains control. He slaps Citizen on the back. "How's that for mititary technology!"
Citizen grins weakly "Ya... great.. just great"
Safe angles the ISSCV for the Tree.
"Captain Seth Franklin, call sign Safe, to the Sereni-Tree, come in please."
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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During the rough flight, Bride6 lunges forward with her good hand and grabs hold of the girl to try to keep her safe.
From the craft's aft, Bride7 gets banged around and resumes cursing.
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In the Common Room of the Sereni-Tree:
A spot of light appears in the Common Room. It expands, to become a ring of fire around a dark void, perhaps the height of a person. Out of this hole in reality step Jadehand, Monkeytail, and TheRealMe. They drop their packs and other equipment. TheRealMe quickly turns and closes his dimensional portal.
“Well! It’s good to be home!”
He finally takes a look around the devastated Common Room, piled high with broken furnishings and bloody bodies, many human, some yeti.
“Ugh!”
But there are still some defenders standing firm, among them Soul, Trey, an unfamiliar cyborg, and…
“Washie!”
TheRealMe heads toward ItsAWash, but is intercepted by an exhuberant and affectionate Nugget the Meteor Troll!
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*Her head whips around to follow the sound of her name in a familiar voice, a big grin on her face as she turns toward him. Washie is just in time to see TRM enfolded in a large friendly Troll-hug-and-kiss more like what Fessig might perpetrate on Inigo rather than Wesley with Buttercup. No kissies drop to the deck as a result, so she figures no amour there, thank Buddha, also no need for her to send a 'Hands...errr...mouth OFFA the man' message to Nugget.
All dressed up with power to spare and nowhere to fling it, Washie manages to bleed off almost half of what she's gathered to her, Riverclone helping disperse and reorganize Washie at a cellular level more approaching what's normal for her. 'Chakra tuning'll be needed after this day's work', she sighs, assured by Riverclone that last time wasn't NOTHING compared to what it'll be like with HER helping out with chakra adjustment.
Washie takes a few paces toward TheRealHim on that thought, patiently waiting her turn, if not for a hug, then a mere touch of her hand along the side of his face to assure herself he's the real him and not a shade like River.
"Good to see ya," she says, catching his eye and smiling as soon as he's free of trollish glee. "You good?"
Wiping a spot of drool off his nose and brushing at more of it on his uniform, TRM sighs and catches Washie's hand in his as it strokes his face. He laughs and kisses her palm, "Took names, no prisoners, effected some mayhem out on the raggedy edge. We're all good. Won't be long now until all there is is clean-up."
He looks about, taking a first officer's thorough assesment of damage done, allies lost or missing, as best he can, at least, in the spotty lighting and massed blood and gore conditions the common room finds itself.
"Heard from you while I was on the Eagle. ESP and TK are phasing off you like steam from a tea kettle, and are those small blue wings down there on your heels?"
Shrugging and nodding, Washie replies, "My cabin roommate's partially responsible for the powers. The wings just kinda (sorta) 'became.' Wish I could tell ya more."
"Later," TRM says, "Time to get a full damage assessment and figure out if we're in the clear now."
TRM feels the deck shiver under him and follows the sensation to a hulking behemoth of metal and man currently taking two steps closer to Washie's side. The cyborg recognizes a command uniform when he sees it and extends a threatening hand toward him. "McQ, this is TheRealMe, Serenitree's First Officer I was tellin' you about earlier. TRM? McQ, late of the Gorram Feds, now friend of the 'Tree."
TRM's gaze starts at the thing's huge feet and travels up and up to the bare chin and mouth to the helmet that covers his (its?) head. "Buy you a drink later, McQ, I'll want to hear your story. For now, let's see what's what. There's business to be done and we'll all be hard at it."Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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*JadeHand steps out of TRM's portal, back into the common room of the Tree. He gazes around at the destruction. Slowly he peals the tag off his chest and his body struggles to become his own again as he stumbles towards the bar.*
"Where's Seryn? Is she ok? Has anyone heard from her?"
Trey places a drink in front off him and slowly shakes her head. "Nothing yet."
*JadeHand grabs the side of head with his left hand and winces at the screams inside. Voices he recognizes, that are not his own, speak to him. He trys quickly do drown them out with the pint in front of him. But the multiple shifts in such a short time have left him exhausted. He slips slowly to the floor, comatose.*
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
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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*In the engine room of the Kilgore, now the makeshift bridge, acting captian Commander Matsuoka surveys the damage reports. It is only do to the heroic efforts of the Kilgore's crew that the cruiser is still intact. Even so, fires still run rampant through a portion of the ship, and over half the crew is lost.*
"Ensign Callaway, open a channel to all batteries. Tell them to open fire on my mark. I want those bastards blown out of my sky."
*Flinching as another explosion runs through the cruiser, Matsuoka feels a sense of relief that even if the Kilgore doesn't make it back to port, which the engineers tell him is very likely, she can at least take that damn ship down with her.*
"Commander! We have a priority wave from command."
"Bring it up, Ensign."
*On the screen is Rear Admiral Tao, Commander of Alliance Command, Gamma Quadrant.*
"We just received word that the Tripoli is lost. How's your status?"
"The mission is a failure, sir. We lost most of command when they took out the bridge, and we'll be lucky to make it back home. I'm sending you a report now. But we're about to open fire and take those bastards down."
"Negative, Commander. Tell your men to stand down."
"But sir! That ship nearly destroyed us! You can't expect us to just-"
"That was an order Commander!"
"Yes sir. Ensign, tell the gunners to stand down."
"Very good, Commander. When you get back, I want a full report from the marines. Are you still receiving the signal from our contact inside?"
"Yes sir. The contact just recently rejoined the Sereni-Tree. We expect to get a signal in about five minutes."
"Excellent. Forward it to us when it arrives."
"Yes sir."
*The admiral gives Matsuoka a kind smile.*
"All things considered, you've done well. I expect to see you at headquarters in two days, Commander."
*The screen goes black.
Mastuoka gives the order to retreat. The crew grumbles, but within seconds the Kilgore pulls away from the Sereni-Tree, the fighters returning to their bays. Five minutes later, the Kilgore is just another speck of light to the crew of the Sereni-Tree.*
"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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A man lies on the floor not far away, seemingly unconscious.
“Yeah, looks like you helped out a lot up there. Sorry, I had to check. You could have been an Alliance mole.” She replaces her glasses and studies SR carefully, frowning as she sweeps an errant lock of hair back from her face. “You still could be, I guess, but I really need the help just now.”
SR extract a captured alliance pistol from his waistband and offers it but first to Jet.
"Will this make you feel more comfortable?'
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The command chair lands and she hops out. She is rather short. “Hi, I’m Bride4. Name’s Jet. I’m an Assistant Engineer here. The Chief Engineer’s gone, don’t know where to. So’s the other AE, and maybe that’s no accident, as they had a thing.” She tosses SR a very thick phone book-sized manual. “That’s the book I call 'Grey’s Anatomy'. It’s the technical specs and design docs for most of what we have down here. Of the whole ship, really. You should realize that all this tech was tinkered together by TheGreyJedi on his own. Nothing down here is standard, and half the stuff runs by some kind of weird techno-magic that even I haven’t figured out… yet, and I've been trying for about a year. But our main fusion plant isn’t too outlandish, and is probably something you could help with right away if you have engineering experience. As it happens, that’s what we need to get going first. Sereni-Tree’s operating on batteries right now.”
She sighs, and rubs her eyes behind her glasses. She as the look of someone who has not rested in a while.
“So? Ready to get going? Oh, and what’s your name?”
Jet, Bride4
"Oh for now, you can call me Warren."
SR thinks to himself, "Duece, Jet, six, seven,...that's four out of seven."
Scorpion Regent
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**jake7 continues blindly fumbling her way down the corridor, checking doors to find a dark place where she can hopefully see the remote and turn off the night vision. She ferverently hopes that she is found by her friends instead of any Alliance troops**
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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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*JadeHand steps out of TRM's portal, back into the common room of the Tree. He gazes around at the destruction. Slowly he peals the tag off his chest and his body struggles to become his own again as he stumbles towards the bar.*
"Where's Seryn? Is she ok? Has anyone heard from her?"
Trey places a drink in front off him and slowly shakes her head. "Nothing yet."
*JadeHand grabs the side of head with his left hand and winces at the screams inside. Voices he recognizes, that are not his own, speak to him. He trys quickly do drown them out with the pint in front of him. But the multiple shifts in such a short time have left him exhausted. He slips slowly to the floor, comatose.*
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*Washie takes in the quietly desperate exchange at the bar. She and TRM rush to Jadehand's side in time to catch him on his way down. She kneels over him impatiently brushing her long hair out of her way and laying the same hand spread-fingered over Jadehand's left temple, thumb beneath his ear, pinkie mid-forehead. TRM checks the fallen man's pulse.
Wash nods her head, eyes closed, "He's just about going crazy. Cellular changes at a molecular level, all his body's systems running amuck. Best thing for the poor man is some rest. That and we need to take those labels away from him for about 6 weeks." As she utters the last sentence, Wash begins going through Jade's pockets in search of the morphing devices. Coming up with several, she hands them to TRM for safe-keeping. She soothes Jade's mind with a telepathic image of Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side.
As she leans down almost flush with the fallen man to reach in his back pockets, the robot baby's remote control presses uncomfortably against her breasts in her bodice. She sits up and reaches for the device down the neck of her low-cut gown as TRM watches curiously. "You might as well take this too," she says as she hands the small warm pulsing black box to him. "Cozen, I think it was, dumped this into a planter in the bar quite awhile back. I wouldn't have noticed, if I hadn't heard him whisper something about not wanting me to... see... it... there..."
Her final words taper off to nothing and she sways a bit on her knees beside Jadehand. She has a terrible craving to snatch the remote back from TRM, thinking she needs it placed back over her heart quick-like or something terrible will happen. Her last thought before she slumps down unconscious across Jadehand's chest is, 'What the HECK?'
Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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From its hidey-hole, Chucky/Charlise/RoboBaby3000 warily eyes TheRealMe. Given TRM holds control over RB3000 in his meaty hand, Chucky senses its future as being inviable to iffy, at best. It's AI algorithms do quite a lot of math in a very short period of time.
Conclusion: attack soonest, or die.
Drawing upon the remaining reserves of its fading battery array, Chucky swoops across to TRM and with great force clamps his/her/its jaws in that place all males most dread suffering damage.
TRM, noticeably pained -- and who can blame him, eh? -- drops the remote.
And doesn't Schwartz the llama just happen to wander by at that exact moment. Schwartz picks up the RoboBaby3000 remote with his teeth. The llama turns to cozen, whom, of course, has so very coincidentally wandered on to the scene after a short recovery from his electrocution.
"Mmmphh?", sez Schwartz.
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*KellyofLuthien stands still as stone, surrounded by a pile of mangled Alliance bodies. Dark blood drips from her sword, her tattered dress, and from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Slowly, methodically, Kelly wipes the blood off of Nardol and takes off her Ring of Fire, placing it on the chain around her neck. Instantly Kelly transforms from a glowing angel of Elven death to an exhausted, broken woman. She stumbles slowly up to the infirmary, saying a silent prayer to Eru that Ath is still alive.
SimonWho has Ath on the table, his bloody shirt cut open. Simon locks eyes with Kelly, and she sees from his look that it is not good.*
"Is he alive?" she asks feebly.
"Yes, barely. I'm going into surgery now."
Kelly leans back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor.
"Good....that's good."
Pain and darkness finally overwhelm her, and she slumps against the wall.
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Jet looks at the weapon offered by Scorpion Regent.
"No, I don't want it. Trey's a good judge of character. She would have warned me if she didn't trust you. But if you have anything that might go off as you move around, stack it over there. I don't want either of us getting shot by accident!"
She reaches over to touch one of the controls on the chair and the ponderous vault doors begin to close. She looks around, and the fallen man is nowhere to be seen.
"Huh. Wonder what happened to Cozen? Must have slipped out while we were talking."
The vault door slams shut. Mechanisms whirl to lock it tight.
"So, Warren, have you ever worked with a standard Class IV fusion plant before? We need to light it within about two hours or we'll be doing it in the dark!"
Jet, Bride4
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As ItsAWash begins to slide down to the deck, TheRealMe moves to catch her. "Washie!"
He is totally unprepared for CallMeChucky's attack!
"OW! Who let that gorram thing out of the brig!"
Nugget jumps forward and grabs the evil doll's legs. The massive muscles in Nugget's shoulders begin to tense, and...
"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"
OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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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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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In space around the Sereni-Tree:
Soon after the explosion of the Tripoli, the Killgore is struck by two rapidly-moving objects, objects too massive for the Killgore’s big guns and complement of defensive fighters to deal with. The first strike vaporizes the cruiser’s main bridge. The second causes damage to one of its engines. The great ship seems to drift listlessly for a time, but then re-orients itself and begins to widen the space between it and the Sereni-Tree. Soon, it is obvious that the Killgore is attempting to withdraw, limping away under the cover of its fighters.
McQ observes the Killgore drifting away and realize it's too far for his jet pack boosters to enable him to get on board. He lowers his rifle blaster with disappointment as his thirst for revenge will have to wait for now.
He turns around and summons the damage in the common room, then observes the blood that splattered over his metalic body during the battle which he didn't have time to notice before. McQ realizes he doesn't really know his new allies other than a woman who answers to the name Wash, although they haven't had the time to be formally introduced. He feels a little disoriented, yet makes his way to a flight of stairs where he decides to sit. He then lets out a sigh of frustration, disappointment and relief. "So, what now?" he thinks to himself.
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'Fight stop, noises gone, talking now. Can hear 1st mate, and female, lots of talking'
'oh, its obviously over then, and the rescue team are back! Jadehand! She breathes a low sigh, hoping despite what the cold little voice of realism may say, that everyone is ok. Nevertheless they maintain their slow pace, pausing at doorways to scan the rooms, weapons held out and low.
On their third stop Ervin listens intently, then lets out a low slow yelp. In the back of his throat a low keening starts, and he picks up the pace. The keening grows, louder and louder, but the first she knows of it is when she puts out her hand to slow him, and feels the rumbling permeating his whole body. She looks up, astonished at the pained expression in his features. 'Ok, go on, run...' He bolts ahead, and she abandons the caution and follows after, reaching the common room's balconies as he reaches the bottom and joins the other Yeti crowded around another.
She watches for a moment, then searches the other dead, sparing barely a glance for the living, trying to spot Tree-folk amongst the numerous bodies, but no-one seems familiar. She realises that most will be in the infirmary. She also realises that she should be headed there herself, but, she figures I can hardly get any more deaf, I can wait until after the worst is dealt with, meanwhile... She heads back towards the bay, reasoning that if the Killgore were to launch another boarding, the bay would be as good a place as any.
Approaching the bay doors she checks they are secure and takes up a postion accros the way, near the door leading to the rest of the Tree.
As silence descends, something seems to click in her head, like a plug being pulled out, and a low buzzing starts, angry and waspish, but the most welcome sound she's ever heard. Without much warning her vision clouds over and her balance deserts her. She stumbles over to the wall, looking to hold herself up, and failing pretty miserably. As she hits the deck, some prissy little voice observes that maybe the lockers with soft laundry to land on would have been a better idea, but as it is, she didn't land with her knickers showing, and maybe just taking a few days to lie about all unconcious wasn't such a bad plan.
hm? Goodnight...
(ooc, hey! everyones doing it ...its a good plan...) (and I second that laugh, that was bloody funny 
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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From behind her bar, Trey takes careful aim at CallMeChucky, but does not trust her ability to pick it off cleanly without harming either Nugget or TheRealMe.
Trey, Bride3
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With his hands full dodging Alliance fighters, Safe can't hail the Tree again.
The odd whoop of victory and string of curses from the back, tell Safe that Bride7 is keeping the fighters off their tail. And despite his claim otherwise, Citizen was a decent shot. Yet another thing Safe would have to ask him about.
Suddenly the fighters break off their attack. A boarding vessel detaches from the Tree, and follows the fighters back to the Kilgore.
That's odd... Safe thought.
"Safe to the Tree. Come in please." Still no response.
"The landing bay is closed, see if you can find another docking area." Safe asks Citizen as he guides the ISSCV around the Tree.
"There, where the boarding vessel took off from, and airlock." Citizen says pointing to the spot.
Safe guides the ISSCV in. There is a slight bump and a hiss as he activates the docking clamp.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Safe looks back at Citizen to see him pointing out the pilot's side window, mouth gape.
Safe straightens in his seat and follows Citizens gaze. The Alliance Cruiser Tripoli was coming apart at the seams, and they were too close.
"Sheeit!! Hang ON!!"
Safe cranks the controls to the side and jams the engine to full. They weren't going to make it.
The shock wave tosses the ISSCV like a bit of flotsam on a wave. The ships thick metal plating groans but holds.
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
During the rough flight, Bride6 lunges forward with her good hand and grabs hold of the girl to try to keep her safe.
Shadow watched wide eyed as the battle raged around them, gripping tight to Bride6 as the woman held tight. She hoped Ghost was safe…and she hoped they both would survive this fight.
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From the craft's aft, Bride7 gets banged around and resumes cursing.
Ghost was scared. Her sister had left her forever ago, and the once calm ride had turned rough. She was scared. A small whimper escaped her as the ship jolted and her head hit the side of her hiding place, a small trickle of blood began dripping down the side of her face staining the child's hair.
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"WhaaHooo!" Safe grins as he regains control. He slaps Citizen on the back. "How's that for mititary technology!"
Citizen grins weakly "Ya... great.. just great"
Safe angles the ISSCV for the Tree.
"Captain Seth Franklin, call sign Safe, to the Sereni-Tree, come in please."
Shadow began to shake as the last few hours caught up with her. Relief, panic, fear, joy, and many other emotions overwhelming the girl as her shaking became shock and she fell limp into Bride6’s arms, unconscious taking over her.
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Ooh Green!
*With a triumphant gleam in her eye, Serenity places down her next card: a green Skip.*
Your turn again, Mai!
why is it always green?, thinks lmd as he appears as though he is about to cry...
/me turns the near-sobs into roaring laughter, then looks sheepishly at the two women
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In the Common Room of Sereni-Tree:
In excruciating pain from CallMeChucky’s continuing attack, TheRealMe blinks back tears as he forces words past clenched teeth.
“Nugget, keep hold!”
He pulls a pen from his shirt pocket.
“Trey, nametag!”
Trey drops her weapon and half vaults, half flies, over the bar. She fishes through the pockets of the fallen Jadehand, then tosses a name tag to TheRealMe. He scribbles furiously: “ZOE ALLEYNE WASHBURN,” then slaps it to his chest.
Suddenly free, TheRealZoe yells, “Now, Nugget, smash it to the deck!”
When Nugget complies, TheRealZoe’s boot descends upon the little neck of CallMeChucky. She plants the muzzle of her gun at the back of the evil doll’s head and fires three times in rapid succession. Then she removes her boot and blasts the body twice at point blank range. The evil doll is in pieces, electronic components scattered everywhere. A puzzled Nugget still holds a little leg in each hand. “Nugget, sweep it up, put it into an extra-strong bag, and bring it back to me.”
TheRealZoe strides over to Schwartz the Llamma, kicks the remote out of its teeth and up into the air, and blasts it twice before its pieces rain down.
Then TheRealZoe reloads while she calmly surveys the wreckage of the Common Room with a critical eye. She sees the Alliance bodies, the yeti mourning their dead, the unfamiliar cyborg, the slumped forms of Jadehand and Washie. TheRealZoe nods, done reloading. “Report!”
With a tremble in every movement, the Ebo Golem, missing its right side, forces itself to its feet. It turns, takes a few steps, and resumes pushing furniture through the airlock door.
TheRealZoe looks over her shoulder and sighs. "Nugget, sweetie, quit crying. It wasn't a real baby!"
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Quincey pilots the Napoleon Bonaparte up to the hanger bay over the South Wing, and punches a code into her console. The great doors do not open. She tries again. Nothing. She tries the com.
“Hello? Hello? Sereni-Tree?"
Nothing.
“Gorramit! Now what? I hate waiting!”
She sighs, and begins to drum her fingers on the side of her pilot’s console. That's when she realizes that she's still wearing her slinky red dress from her earlier attempt to get noticed by Roberts.
"Hmmm... I wonder what happened to him?"
Quincey, Bride5
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I'm tired. I'm angry. I don't know the fate of most of those on board. But I can't think about that now.
Ath's wounds are a mix of the grave and superficial. However, it is this cut that worries me the most. If I can't fix it, we're going to have to perform a transplant. Thankfully, there are no shortage of donors today. But...
Kelly, I know yours is a race of old beliefs and ways. I know parts of the body are not mere organs to your kind. I know you want Ath as he was, healed as good as new. But if it comes down to it, a transplant may be necessary. You may want to prepare yourself.
*he focuses his attention back on his patient, feeling the pressure of knowing one slight mistake would be fatal, trying his hardest to repair the damage done to Ath's slow beating heart*
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Ath seems to be lying on his back. He believes that he sees Riverclone standing over him. But that's... impossible.
She seems to stare down at him, a grave expression on her face. "No, not yet. But maybe soon. It looks like you might end up being a sacrifice after all." She gets a far-off look. "If you do, she'll name it after you. Heh. 'Atherton' would be such a silly name for a girl!"
Riverclone reaches out and lightly touches Ath's chest. "The problem is here." She smiles sadly. "You're suffering from a broken heart!"
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In the darkness:
*JadeHand floats in the black. He is alone. He's been here before. The sharp pain in his head dulls briefly, as an image appears before him: Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side. Then just as suddenly the image is gone. Another dream. Another fantasy. Whatever is was, it's gone now. JadeHand thinks to himself: "Wait, I thought things here were supposed to be more real. Has the astral plane changed that much since I was last here? How long did I think I could keep them away? At least it's Peaceful......aside from the voices. Crap. They keep getting louder. Like they're getting closer."
* He turns to face them, all of them are here. And they're more than just a little upset.*
* One of them steps forward, a chill fills the space around him. "It's time."*
"Oh come on, just let me go back. I'll drink you all away again."
"Not this time, you've put it off too long this time. Besides you don't want him to get upset....er"
*He points behind him at one of the other figures where just enough light glistens of the the nearby metal to show the scar on the man's face.*
"Fine, fine. You win. Tell me again what I have to do, It has been awhile."
*One of the other figures steps forward*
"Is simple, da? You use us to solve your problems. Now our turn. You pay debt."
"Great. That clears that up."
"You come with us now."
*A steely hand takes him by the shoulder and leads him off with the rest deeper into the black*
On the Tree:
JadeHand lies perfectly still and unresponsive.
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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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Oh darn I don't have any green ones left. Whatever shall I do? *lays down blue skip*
Hmm.. guess that will work.
*whispers to Serenity, while pointing @ LMD* He's actin' kind a funny. Wonder what's wrong with him?
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Kelly, I know yours is a race of old beliefs and ways. I know parts of the body are not mere organs to your kind. I know you want Ath as he was, healed as good as new. But if it comes down to it, a transplant may be necessary. You may want to prepare yourself.
*Kelly's eyes flutter slowly open, surveying the doctor from her place on the floor. Her cold hand touches the back of SimonWho's leg and when he turns, she looks at him with sad eyes.*
"Elves don't understand death, doctor. I'm lost in the woods. Do what you must, just don't let him die."
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*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*
I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.
*she runs out of the infirmary and down the corridos towards the common room. She spies Jade collapsed on the floor*
NO!!
*she rushes over to him, tearing off her smock and gloves as she approaches. She leans over him, gently rolling Washie to the side. She strokes his face and kisses his forehead*
Baby, Honey, Jade! Please wake up. I know I'm not hwo you need right now, but you gotta hear me. *she leans in close and whispers in his ear* Jade, you can fight this, you're stronger than this...than them...I've died twice...you won't like it....don't succumb to them....don't let them take you. *she cups his chin and kisses him softly. She moves his head to her lap, stroking his hair, while she waits for the one he needs* I think she could love you.
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Quote:Um...okay. *Turns to his dad.* So now what?
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*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*
I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.
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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"So," Citizen started as they unbuckled and prepared to enter the Sereni-tree. "Quite place, this ship of yours?"
"It, erm, has its moments." Safe replied slowly.
Citizen stared through the view port windows of the ISSCV at the wreck of the Tripoli for a second. "Really?" he replied.
"It's of interest to me how you know so much about combat operations." Safe said as they prepared to open the Airlock.
"Wasn't born a small time Monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur, Safe." Citizen replied, stepping into the opening Airlock chamber.
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"So, Warren, have you ever worked with a standard Class IV fusion plant before? We need to light it within about two hours or we'll be doing it in the dark!"
SR shrugs of his pack and his coat, the pain from his abdomen makes his teeth clench and his vision swims for a moment, but he knows it's just his nerves telling him he's hurt. He pulls out what tools he has with him and strap on a head lamp just in case the dark thing comes to pass. He keeps a pistol on his hip and a dagger, but his weapon and all the other stuff is secured.
"Fusion four, no, not as such, but I'm a quickstudy."
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Oh darn I don't have any green ones left. Whatever shall I do? *lays down blue skip*
Hmm.. guess that will work.
*whispers to Serenity, while pointing @ LMD* He's actin' kind a funny. Wonder what's wrong with him?
*whispers to mai*
I don't know him too well, yet, but it seems to me he's usually acting kinda funny.
*nudges LMD because it's his turn*
*He plays a blue 9*
And it's your turn again, Mai!
I wonder what's going on out there. I hope everyone's okay! It seems we've been here in here for quite some time.
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*
I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.
*she runs out of the infirmary and down the corridos towards the common room. She spies Jade collapsed on the floor*
NO!!
*she rushes over to him, tearing off her smock and gloves as she approaches. She leans over him, gently rolling Washie to the side. She strokes his face and kisses his forehead*
Baby, Honey, Jade! Please wake up. I know I'm not hwo you need right now, but you gotta hear me. *she leans in close and whispers in his ear* Jade, you can fight this, you're stronger than this...than them...I've died twice...you won't like it....don't succumb to them....don't let them take you. *she cups his chin and kisses him softly. She moves his head to her lap, stroking his hair, while she waits for the one he needs* I think she could love you.
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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*McQ thuds his way over to where Washie lays in a tangle of her hair and gown near TWG and Jadehand. His bulky hands flatten as he bends down low to the deck sliding one under her hips, the other around her shoulders and lifts her high. One of her arms dangles along his side and the motion seems to rouse her as she moans the smallest bit.
They cyborg finds the way to the infirmary with little trouble but once he gets there he notes the place is a madhouse of injury and pain attended to as best he can by the beleaguered ship's doctor.
Dr. SimonWho spied the metal man cradling Washie and grunts, pointing at a low bench along a low and blood-washed bench along the wall, "If she's breathing, put her down over there." McQ takes one step in that direction before pivoting gravely on his shoebox-sized heel and leaving the medlab still carrying his burden. He meets Sparky the Robot in the corridor outside.
"Ah! Miss Wash, is it? And the 'Tree's newest fighting addition. Allow me to introduce myself: Spar.."
"Stuff it, metal mind," growls McQ. "And tell me where I can get some help for my friend."
"Certainly, Sir." Sparky checks Wash's pulse and breathing with only a glance, carefully lifts one eyelid to see her blue eye slightly rolled back and gives an accurate diagnosis. "The woman is merely suffering from fatigue and most probably dehydration, like most of the humanoids in this crew, Sir." The robot touches a compartment at his side, withdraws a portable i.v. kit as McQ stands stock-still in aid. Sparky's fingers fly as he concocts a tincture of mild stimulants, proteins, glucose and a little something extra, saving the recipe in his databanks. Sparky punctures Washie's brachial vein at the bend of her elbow sending body-quenching hydration flowing swiftly. He attaches the i.v. pouch to a recessed area on the cyborg's helmet, looping the tubing around McQ's neck to dangle safely, draining vital fluids into Washie.
Sparky stands awaiting Wash's body's judgment of his skills. A scant few minutes later, the woman stirs in McQ's arms and tries to sit up in mid-air. McQ's fingers hold her i.v.'d arm still while his other hand cradles her and assists in sitting up.
"How goes the battle?" Washie asks. Sparky bows and tells her, "The battle has passed, Miss Washie, and until you were in receipt of my excellent cure, you were among the casualties."
"McQ? Jadehand's down, isn't he? Put me down and let's get back to the commons to see what we can do to help. Sparky? Whatever you did for me needs doing for Jade as well. Follow me and bring some of that stuff with you."
McQ answers Wash's demand that he put her down by turning and heading back to the common area performing a cyborg taxi service toting Washie thataway. Smiling and stroking his cheek in thanks, Washie settles into the surprisingly warm metallic
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As Washie, McQ, and Sparky return to the Common Room, they notice that, among the other injured, TheRealZoe lies unconscious, head cradled in Trey’s lap. Trey pulls off the nametag, and the shape reverts to TheRealMe. He stirs, holding his head.
“She just gasped and fell down. Uh, I mean, he did.”
“Pardon me, Miss Wash.” Sparky pushes past her. After a quick evaluation, he decides to hook up Jadehand to his internal med-kit first. Trey and Nugget the Meteor Troll (still holding a baby doll leg) move TheRealMe closer so that he can receive the same treatment.
As Washie approaches this scene, she almost trips over something. It is Sparky’s burnt and damaged disembodied head!
Sparky notices. “Ah, Miss Wash, you have found an important piece of my predecessor. If you would be so kind as to bring it here, I can download his last five hours of memories.”
Responding to treatment, TheRealMe’s eyes flutter open. “Ah, good! The backup Sparky activiated!” He groans and hold his head, then looks over to Jadehand lying on the other side of Sparky II. "Jade never told me about any side effects of these nametags! So, what casualties have we suffered? What is our damage report? And who is flying the ship?"
Another spasm of pain invades his head. "OW!" He looks around at the people near him. "Washie, I'm glad you're safe! You too, Nugget, Trey. And thanks, Sparky." He looks at the cyborg, confused. "Have we met?"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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*JadeHand is lead off deeper into the Astral. He's put off paying his debt here for far too long. Once It's paid, He should be allowed to return to his friends. But there's no getting out before then.*
"Ok, let's get this started....."
*The figures around him step closer.*
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
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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Tired of waiting, Quincey departs the Napoleon Bonaparte in a vac-suit, floats over to an emergency airlock on the Sereni-Tree’s South Wing, and clips a line from her suit to a hook next to the door. She performs a mental countdown, then sees the Bonaparte shrink down until it is about a foot long. With the shuttle under one arm, she keys the airlock to cycle. Nothing happens.
“Gorramit! Still no power!”
She clips the shuttle to her belt, opens a panel near the door, and begins the long, laborious process of cranking the door open.
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Some are like water,
Some are like the heat,
Some are a melody,
And some are the beat.
Sooner or later, they all will be gone.
Why don't they stay young?
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"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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"It's of interest to me how you know so much about combat operations." Safe said as they prepared to open the Airlock.
"Wasn't born a small time Monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur, Safe." Citizen replied, stepping into the opening Airlock chamber.
"I'm beginning to get that impression..." Safe starts, but movement towards the rear of the passenger compartment catches his eye, cutting his thoughts off.
Hand on his holstered gun, Safe peers around some crates.
A little girl, cowering in the corner, looks up at him. Fear showing plainly on her tear and blood streaked face.
Safe crouches down and slowly extends his good hand "Hey sweetie, I won't hurt you." he says softly.
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Breathing heavily, Soul makes his way through the ship until he reaches the door for the Animal Preserve, which is, of course, sealed shut. Gathering as much energy as he can, he pushes forward and phases through the door. The process takes much longer than usual, and it feels like walking through Jello; but after a moment Soul is through, and he drops to his knees. Looking out across the field, he sees a ring of light, with several figures cluttered in the middle of it.
Groaning, Soul stands shakily and makes his way over to the group and plops down on the ground next to Serenity.
"Uno? Can someone deal me in?"
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SOUL!
*Serenity is so surprised and happy to see Soul that she hugs him so hard they both fall over, spilling juice and cards everywhere. Soul grunts in pain.*
How are you? Are you okay? What's going on? Is it over? Did we win? What happened? Is everyone alright? Why does everyone have wings again? Oh, it's been so hard waiting in here not knowing what's going on!
Can you help me up?
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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As Washie, McQ, and Sparky return to the Common Room, they notice that, among the other injured, TheRealZoe lies unconscious, head cradled in Trey’s lap. Trey pulls off the nametag, and the shape reverts to TheRealMe. He stirs, holding his head.
“She just gasped and fell down. Uh, I mean, he did.”
“Pardon me, Miss Wash.” Sparky pushes past her. After a quick evaluation, he decides to hook up Jadehand to his internal med-kit first. Trey and Nugget the Meteor Troll (still holding a baby doll leg) move TheRealMe closer so that he can receive the same treatment.
As Washie approaches this scene, she almost trips over something. It is Sparky’s burnt and damaged disembodied head!
Sparky notices. “Ah, Miss Wash, you have found an important piece of my predecessor. If you would be so kind as to bring it here, I can download his last five hours of memories.”
Responding to treatment, TheRealMe’s eyes flutter open. “Ah, good! The backup Sparky activiated!” He groans and hold his head, then looks over to Jadehand lying on the other side of Sparky II. "Jade never told me about any side effects of these nametags! So, what casualties have we suffered? What is our damage report? And who is flying the ship?"
Another spasm of pain invades his head. "OW!" He looks around at the people near him. "Washie, I'm glad you're safe! You too, Nugget, Trey. And thanks, Sparky." He looks at the cyborg, confused. "Have we met?"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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*Washie tosses Sparky his predecessor's head, barely noticing whether he catches it in her haste to make sure TRM/TRZ is okay.
"Those freakin' labels oughta be locked up somewhere safe. I don't like what they're doing to our crew," she grumbles, frowning. "Okay, okay, so some of you would be DEAD if not for the life-saving morphing powers of the stupid things, but what use is saving ya if you're just gonna almost die on us later?" She runs a hand through TRM's hair, dislodging his own hand gripping his forehead in pain.
Washie sits down close behind TheRealHim, between his back and the wall for support. Leaning him against her chest, she takes both her hands to his scalp from his temples to the base of his neck and massages small circles moving along both sides of his head. She hasn't gone very far into the treatment before he gives a heavy sigh of pain-free pleasure.
Wash performs the necessary introduction: "TRM, meet McQ, not too long ago the Alliance's bright hope for a secret weapon but now the enemy of our enemy, thus our friend. McQ? TheRealHim, First Officer of the Serenitree and all around caretaker of us all."
Washie breaks away from TRM, and as she goes to check on Jadehand she says over her shoulder, "I have a feeling McQ has a fascinating life story to tell. Let's buy him a drink sometime."
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*JadeHand is surrounded by the faces of those he has used, and those that he has allowed others to use. They have helped him fight his enemies and his demons. He reaches out to the table before him and plucks up a miniture doorway. It's time to repay the favour. He gazes around at their faces, taking stock of the labor before him.*
"Zoe? what are you doing here? I never...."
"You're new allies were in need. You don't mind do you?"
"No, no of course not. It's just I thought the danger was passed."
"It has. For now."
"Well, I better get started so I can get back to them. Don't want them worring on me any."
"Do the job, sir."
"Right. On my way. Who's First?"
*He holds the doorway in front of Robert. It moves forward and attaches to Iceman's forehead, and opens. JadeHand makes several motions with his hands and speaks several arcane words. A blade of pure white light in the shape of a Bastard Sword appears in his hand as he is sucked into the mind of the first of many. Hours pass for him as he fights other peoples demons, removes mental blocks, and clears cobwebs from the minds of those who have come when they were needed. Minutes later the door reopens and JadeHand is unceramoniously spat out of the mind. His clothes are singed and he puts out a small fire on one part of his coat.*
"Fire Demons!? Great I should have guessed that's what would haunt you."
*Bobby chuckles slightly and extends his hand*
"You're welcome" *JadeHand says. As he shakes the hand of the man before him, the man fades away.*
"Who's next?"
*The door moves forward and opens again*
"This is going to take a while."
"Don't wait so long next time." Zoe chides as she kicks him forward into the head of "Hienz".
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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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Oh right. *plays a blue 3*
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I don't know him too well, yet, but it seems to me he's usually acting kinda funny.
Lol. Yeah, I think that's what I like about him.
*Watches as Soul appears at Serenity's side*
Whoa. Good entrance. So is it safe to leave now?
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Wash performs the necessary introduction: "TRM, meet McQ, not too long ago the Alliance's bright hope for a secret weapon but now the enemy of our enemy, thus our friend. McQ? TheRealHim, First Officer of the Serenitree and all around caretaker of us all."
Washie breaks away from TRM, and as she goes to check on Jadehand she says over her shoulder, "I have a feeling McQ has a fascinating life story to tell. Let's buy him a drink sometime."
McQ turns to TRM, nods as introduced, extends his hand for a handshake and simply says "It's a pleasure."
He turns and summons the wounded in the room, although medical treatment isn't his specialty, he has been programmed to identify and treat his own wounds. Checking his metalic structure for damage, he finds that he's surprisingly in pretty good shape except for a few nicks and dents. McQ gets up to see if anyone else needs assistance.
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I've done as much for Ath as I can at the moment. He needs to recuperate before we can decide on the next stage.
Son, I need you to keep an eye on his vital signs; call me if they change. Right now, more patients need me.
Okay, next.. I think Jadehand is in most need of treatment.
*heads to the common room*
Right you lot, stand back, I'm a doctor.
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so, Soul, i'm gettin' teamed on in uno...help a brother out? These two...
/me lets his sentence trail off when he sees the look the women give him.
Uhh, hi. So what's goin' on out there?
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Ghost's fear was growing as the ship tossed her about in the cargo bay, blood now running freely down the side of her face, mixing with her tears. Doing her best to stay hidden, like Shadow had told her too, she never noticed as the two men entered.
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Originally posted by citizen:
"It's of interest to me how you know so much about combat operations." Safe said as they prepared to open the Airlock.
"Wasn't born a small time Monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur, Safe." Citizen replied, stepping into the opening Airlock chamber.
"I'm beginning to get that impression..." Safe starts, but movement towards the rear of the passenger compartment catches his eye, cutting his thoughts off.
Hand on his holstered gun, Safe peers around some crates.
Ghost jumped in fear as he found her and tried hiding further into the corner, even as she looked at the man now examining her.
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A little girl, cowering in the corner, looks up at him. Fear showing plainly on her tear and blood streaked face.
Safe crouches down and slowly extends his good hand "Hey sweetie, I won't hurt you." he says softly. /B]
Ghost looked at him carefully. Shadow had told her to stay hidden, but Shadow had been gone for soooo long. She wanted Shadow, She wanted to be out of this scary place, She wanted a pony, and she wanted Some food. So she did whatever any six-year-old would do in this situation, she began to cry...loudly.
(Here's a description of Ghost cause I couldn't figure out how to work it into the post. She's 6 years old, but like Shadow looks younger about 4 or 5, she has blue eyes and light brown, almost blond hair done up in messy pigtails. She's wearing a thin oversized (re. hand-me-down)dress and no shoes.)
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Due to the sudden wing growth Jazaf was unable to make it out of the Turret!
'Gorramit!' He says to himself.
With Duece out helping to defend the ship from within and Jake7 walking to who knows where Jazaf is left alone.
After a few moments of practice he manages to fold his wings so that he can look out of the turret.
'Huh. the other Alliance ship is leaving...' He sits and listens for a bit. 'No alarms anymore.... guess we won.'
Jazaf remembers that he has a personal organizer in his pocket. So using the weak LED light he gets a glimpse of his wings. They resemble bat wings.
'Great....' he says dryly. 'I never liked bats. What else could go.......'
He stares at his left hand. In the weak light it looks scaly and his fingernails have grown longer looking much like claws. Jazaf's eyes go wide as he shouts, 'What in the nine ruttin' spheres of Hell is going on!?!'
The lights flicker on and he sees that it was true.
'Well, crud. I just hope this is some kind of allergic reaction to that stuff they pumped through the ducts.'
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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree 
Navigator on Destiny 
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In the Sereni-Tree Engine Room:
It seems that ScorpionRegent and Jet make a good team. Both are technically competent, and while SR is strong enough to do the heavy work, Jet is small enough to fit into all the tight places.
Jet’s feet stick out from under the power plant housing. They wiggle around a bit as she struggles deep inside the device. Her voice echos. “There, Warren, try it now!”
Sitting at a nearby control console, SR repeats the sequence of steps to re-light the Sereni-Tree’s main power plant, while also examining some instruments. There is almost a trace of concern in his voice. “Jet, we’re running low on stored energy to power the bottle. If we can’t contain the reaction, the hydrogen will never fuse.”
“I know,” she said, her voice still echoing. “I have a backup plan. If we have to, we can tap some of our shuttles. The Nelson and Lee, at least, should be fully charged, and they should have enough energy to give us an extra attempt each.”
SR monitors the progress. “Magnetic bottle forming. It looks like you fixed the hydrogen injectors; they are operating now.”
Jet crawls out of the tight place, dragging her tools. Her hair is disheveled and she’s covered in grease and spilled engine coolant. “So far, so good!”
SR continues: “The ionizing process is complete, and the hydrogen is contained.”
Jet smiles. “Great! Do the lasers still have enough power?”
“Ignition lasers are firing at 68%. It’s doing something. I’m reading traces of helium.”
Jet crosses her fingers.
“The chamber internal temperature is leveling out. I think we are about to lose it again.”
Jet reaches over and touches a control on the console. Suddenly, the fusion plant flares to life. Power readings spike, then back down to normal operating levels. Jet cheers, and gives SR a hug. He winces imperceptibly due to the pain of his wound.
“So,” he wonders, “what did you do to save it?”
Jet chuckles, while using her sleave to wipe the sweat from her brow. “At the last moment, I injected some of Kniblett’s Stupendous Sunscreen / Engine Additive / Bug Killer. Grey prefers to run with a pure mix, and we’ll need to flush out the impurities later, but at least it’s got us going and that’s what we really needed!”
Jet regards SR with a grin, hands on her hips and head inclined. “Well, Warren, ready to bring the main thrusters online?”
Throughout the Sereni-Tree, various systems of all kinds return to full power.
Jet, Bride4
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“Gorram. Gorram. Gorram. Gorram.” Quincey chants quietly as she continues turning the emergency manual crank to open the airlock doors. She had been at it for over an hour, and had cranked the outer door open, entered the airlock dragging the unwieldy shrunken shuttle, had cranked the outer door shut, and was now working on cranking the inner door open. She had never been so exhausted! She observed the slow, almost imperceptible progress of the opening door. Just a little more, and she could fit…
Suddenly, the main lights in the Hanger Bay flare on and the emergency lights are extinguished. The inner airlock door opens its last few inches with a *SWOOSH*, and Quincey tumbles into the Hanger Bay to fall on the deck, muscles sore and absolutely unable to move. She drops the shrunken shuttle, and it skids across the deck. Through her helmet, Quincey hears fans turn on to cycle fresh air into the large area. “About gorram time,” she mutters to herself.
As she begins to drift off to a badly needed sleep, Quincey can hear the words of TheRealMe over the com-link,: “…and who’s flying this thing?”
Quincey’s eyes flash open. She scrambles to her feet, tears off her bulky helmet, and races toward the Bridge. “I’m on it! I’m on it!”
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Gasping for air, Quincey drags herself onto the Bridge with the last bit of strength in her body. She smiles, and tears well up in her eyes. THE BRIDGE IS EMPTY! She looks up the ladder to the pilot’s cockpit and realizes that she’d never make it up. She settles for the nearest standard control station, falls into it, and configures it for piloting functions. It hums to life! She’s about to… about to…
Quincey passes out from a combination of exhaustion, excitement, and low blood sugar.
Quincey, Bride5
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I've done as much for Ath as I can at the moment. He needs to recuperate before we can decide on the next stage.
Son, I need you to keep an eye on his vital signs; call me if they change. Right now, more patients need me.
Okay, next.. I think Jadehand is in most need of treatment.
*heads to the common room*
Right you lot, stand back, I'm a doctor.
McQ approached the wounded Jadehand and attempts to scan his wounds with his infrared eye. He notices Jade suffering from internal bleeding and turns to tell the nearest doctor, just as SimonWho enters.
"Doctor," McQ starts in a serious, low tone, "I did a scan of this man's wounds. He is suffering from internal bleeding. You may have to operate immediately in order to save him."
"Stand back," SimonWho instructs. "Let me get to him."
McQ gets out of the doctors way and let's him attend the wounded Jade.
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I've done as much for Ath as I can at the moment. He needs to recuperate before we can decide on the next stage.
Son, I need you to keep an eye on his vital signs; call me if they change. Right now, more patients need me.
Okay, next.. I think Jadehand is in most need of treatment.
Um...ok, sure. I can do that.
Maybe I'll give him a tattoo while he's out!
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"I swallowed a bug."
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Right...
*pulls out a strange device from his medic bag, with a long tube at each end*
Now this is rather cool. He's bleeding into his chest and lungs, plus is suffering from blood loss. So... we plunge this in here *drives one tube into Jadehand's chest* to drain the blood out from where it shouldn't be and the machine filters the blood and allows it to be resupplied *drives the other tube into his arm* here.
Neat, huh?
Now then... let's see where you're actually bleeding from. *pulls out a microstitcher* Hold still. This might get tricky.
*a thought strikes him*
I hope my son knows that "vitals" isn't a euphemism. *shrugs it off*
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TheRealMe is obviously impressed. He grabs McQ's hand and shakes it.
"Outstanding, McQ!"
Then he mutters to himself: "And here I thought Jadehand's problems were all mental!"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Jet chuckles, while using her sleave to wipe the sweat from her brow. “At the last moment, I injected some of Kniblett’s Stupendous Sunscreen / Engine Additive / Bug Killer. Grey prefers to run with a pure mix, and we’ll need to flush out the impurities later, but at least it’s got us going and that’s what we really needed!”
Jet regards SR with a grin, hands on her hips and head inclined. “Well, Warren, ready to bring the main thrusters online?”
SR feels light headed and slightly dizzy
"In a few minutes," he says turning back to where he set his pack and coat. Jet looks on with curiousity as "Warren" fumbles through his pack extracting a small squeeze bottle of mechanics hand cleaner, a rag, a bag of trail mix and a fruity oaty bar. After giving his hands a quick cleaning, SR pours a portion of the snack food straight from the bag into his mouth. He is munching away as it becomes apparent that he has let his manners slip. He offers the Oaty bar to Jet.
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*Shwartz ambles up to SimonWho, who is concentrating hard on the revival of Jadehand. Draped across Schwartz's back is a rather palish looking cozen, who in turn is holding a bag containing three litres of blood.*
Here ya go, doc. B, rh positive. Hope this helps.
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Jet smiles, breaks the oaty bar in half, and shares with SR.
"Thanks, Warren!"
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On his way to the Bridge, TheRealMe talks into his com-link. “Jet, what is our situation down there?”
“Oh, well, Warren and I have life support and main power online. Also partial maneuvering drive. I was going to get power to a couple weapons next. Then maybe a stardrive."
“Thank you, Jet, that sounds fine. Who is Warren?”
“The sniper guy from the big fight. Trey sent him down to help.”
TheRealMe walks into the Sereni-Tree’s Bridge. He is surprised to find Quincey there, still in her vac-suit and slumped unconscious over a console. He relaxes when he convinces himself that she is merely asleep.
“Well, tough day for all of us. Ahem! Bride5, I’d like for us to move away from Boros, so if you could please…”
Quincey stirs fitfully in her dreams. TheRealMe shrugs, pats her gently on the head, and moves to another console. “Never mind. I’ll take care of it.”
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Jet smiles, breaks the oaty bar in half, and shares with SR.
"Thanks, Warren!"
SR takes up his canteen and feels by the weight it's empty. His expression is one of complete frustration. The dizzyness still continues. SR turns and sits on the floor with his back to the wall. He forces down the dry pasty trail mix and accepts the remaining half of the oaty bar from Jet, which he snaffles down quickly.
"Sorry, first food in a while, if you don't count a beer in the bar two hours ago."
And then the beer really hit him. SR with his back against the wall, wedged between his pack and the corner falls asleep.
Scorpion Regent
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Jet feels guilty chewing on her half of the oaty bar. Probably, Warren needed it more than she did. She goes into the locker room that is part of Main Engineering, finds a blanket, and drapes it over him.
"Thanks. I think I can take things from here."
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Unwanted, ignored, and out of place, Deuce leaves the Infirmary, goes down some stairs, and wanders about the devastation of the Common Room, disbelieving her own eyes.
“You mean I completely MISSED the greatest gorramn fight we’ve had here since I’ve been aboard?”
She kicks some rubble in frustration.
“Ouch!”
Bride2
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Unwanted, ignored, and out of place, Deuce leaves {and} {s}he kicks some rubble in frustration.
*Summoning the remaining reserves of his strength, cozen kidnaps Deuce to the Stockholm suite in the East Wing.*
Serenity: um, we could use some room service, if you could be so kind. As in: pretty-gorram please?!
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On the psychic plane:
*JadeHand roams through the less than pleasant mind of "Heinz". Disturbed by many of the images that Heinz has stored behind a door labeled "happy thoughts". JadeHand moves forward and continues his work. He stops in front of a door with several locks and a sign that says "secrets". He cuts through the chains and opens the door. finding only a small 2 drawer file cabinet, and begins to go through the files.
Several minutes later he moves to the next room and continues his journey through one of the darkest minds he's seen in quite a while.*
"I think I better leave this guy alone in the future. But why is he so interested in..."
*Several of Heinz's personal demons round the corner, and JadeHand is back to work, losing his train of thought. Soon he's done all he can here and exits "Hienz".*
*He shakes the man's hand and gets a cold chill.*
"Sorry to have bothered you."
*Heinz snarls and fades away*
"Next?"
*Hours pass and JadeHand moves from mind to mind, completing his tasks. Soon, only one Figure stands before him.*
"Zoe. It looks like your the last one. Are you ready?"
*JadeHand holds the doorway forward. Zoe steps forward and gently takes it from him and places it back on the table.*
"Not today. I want to keep everything I have just the way they are. Just two big doors in there. Serenity Valley ,Once you've been there, you never leave. It stays with you 'til you die. And the other is my Wash. He's gonna stay with me too. I'll never lose any of him. Thank you. You did good. Go back to your friends."
*She places a hand on his shoulder and turns him to face the way he came in. The hand is pulled away and he turns back to say goodbye, but she's gone. JadeHand turns back and walks back the way he came. Slowly a small light becomes bigger as he approaches and steps through.*
On the Tree:
*JadeHand blinks and opens his eyes. His only thoughts are his own. The only voices are external. He takes a deep breath.*
"Hey guys."
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
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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On the psychic plane: "Hey guys."
Welcome back, bro'.
We all missed ya. You done good; better than. There, um, might be a lady or so that misses ya a little more....
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[B
Serenity: um, we could use some room service, if you could be so kind. As in: pretty-gorram please?!
Well, Cozy, I'm still kinda locked in This Land. BUT, when I get out (and find a bathroom, argh!) I'll get right on that. Since you asked so very nicely.
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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Well, Cozy, I'm still kinda locked in This Land. BUT, when I get out (and find a bathroom, argh!) I'll get right on that. Since you asked so very nicely.
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
*Kelly lifts her head, realizing she left three people locked in the animal park. She shoots a glance toward PsychicRiver who is standing near Ath trying to look like he knows what he's doing.*
"Watch over him, will you? I will be right back."
Kelly walks as quickly as she can to This Land. She punches in the code and the doors slide open. Muttering a few words in Elvish, she watches as her wards disappear to reveal Serenity, Mai, LMD and Soul all sitting in a circle playing cards. Serenity is the first to notice her.
"Kelly! Is it over? Can we come out?" Her eyes travel over Kelly's ripped and bloody dress. "Oh my...are you okay? Your arm--"
"It is nothing," Kelly says.
Serenity frowns as she looks into Kelly's eyes. Her voice is low and quiet when she next speaks.
"Where's Ath?"
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TheRealMe is obviously impressed. He grabs McQ's hand and shakes it.
"Outstanding, McQ!"
Then he mutters to himself: "And here I thought Jadehand's problems were all mental!"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
"Just trying to help out, sir." McQ responded. He then leaves the infirmary to see if any other wounded need assistance. As he wanders slowly back to the common room he observes the damages, blood and in some cases total destruction left behind.
Deep within his remaining human memory, McQ tries to recall why he joined the Alliance in the first place as their coldness and brutality don't seem to suit him anymore. He quickly dismisses the thought and returns to the matters at hand, finding those who need help and making sure they get it.
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Maybe I'll give him a tattoo while he's out!
*PR gets a psychic message from the unconscious Ath:
"Only if it's something really cool!"
"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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Engineering: SR awakes sore and stiff. He shrugs off the blanket and gets to is feet. Jet isn't directly in sight.
"Okay Jet what's next?"
Scorpion Regent
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Maybe I'll give him a tattoo while he's out!
*PR gets a psychic message from the unconscious Ath:
"Only if it's something really cool!"
Wicked!*PR smiles to himself that has a short vision. He slowly looks to the side of him, and spies...draped over a chair...the white lab coat of his father.*
*PR has a mini flashback to his father taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves when Ath was bought into the infirmary.*
*PR slowly walks up to the coat, not taking his eyes off it, as if contemplating the idea.*
*He slowly reaches down and put his hand into the pocket, and finds what he suspected he would. He pulls it out of the pocket slowly and looks at it; A key.*
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"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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Originally posted by Jadehand:
On the psychic plane: "Hey guys."
Welcome back, bro'.
We all missed ya. You done good; better than. There, um, might be a lady or so that misses ya a little more....
Ladies is nice.... *passes out from exhaustion. snores*
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
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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Ladies is nice....
OOC: Nothing in the 'Verse better than,...'cepting posibly a companion.
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Ghost looked at him carefully. Shadow had told her to stay hidden, but Shadow had been gone for soooo long. She wanted Shadow, She wanted to be out of this scary place, She wanted a pony, and she wanted Some food. So she did whatever any six-year-old would do in this situation, she began to cry...loudly.
Safe cringes back at the cry. "Hush hush now little one."
Safe calls over his shoulder "Bobby-Sue, can you bring our little stow-away back here. I think I've found something that belongs to her."
Bride6 looks pleadingly at Bride7.
Bride7 rolls her eyes in disgust. "Just because you got shot, you want me to wait on you hand and foot??"
Grumbling, Bride7 leads an apprehensive Shadow to the back.
"This little one one of yours?" Safe asks Shadow, a grin on his face. "See if you can settle her down a mite, I'll be back in a minute"
"Hey!! I'm no gorram babysitter!!" Bride7 sputters as Safe joins Citizen in the airlock.
Needy chuckles at Bride7's dipleasure. Bride7 glares at him, cutting his laugh short. Needy absently rubbed the scars of his bullets wounds. His laugh had caused pain and it wasn't a quick stab of pain, it was a deep lingering ache.
"Safe, everything is unlocked, but the door won't budge. It's like something is pushing on it from the other side." Citizen grunts as he pushes on the hatch.
Meanwhile on the Tree side of the airlock, Ebo Golem continues to push on the furniture blocking the airlock, because no one told it to stop.
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Engineering: SR awakes sore and stiff. He shrugs off the blanket and gets to is feet. Jet isn't directly in sight.
"Okay Jet what's next?"
Jet comes into view from around some bulky machinery. She looks very tired, but less stressed than before. She has gotten cleaned up and is wearing a clean(er) set of coveralls. She is casually holding a dataslate in one hand and a stylus in the other. “Glad you’ve rejoined us, Warren. Next? For you, it’s a meal.” Jet gestures over to an out-of-the way corner of Engineering to a cart with covered plates. “I asked Sparky to send down some things from the kitchen. I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a variety: a cheeseburger with fries, a veggie plate, some fruit, and a no-meat pasta dish. To drink, there’s soda, coffee, milk and lemonade. Take what you like. I’ve already had mine.
“If you’d like to get a quick shower and a change of clothes, there’s a locker room over there, with some spare coveralls in a variety of sizes. There are only three lockers with names on them: TheGreyJedi, Jet, and Needleseye. Take any of the others.” She shrugs. “Yeah, we’re all in there together. Grey didn’t build the place with any thought to segregation by gender. Actually, he sort of planned to be the only one down here. Sort of a loner, that guy.”
SR gets to his feet. “So, how go the repairs?”
Jet consults her dataslate, tapping it occasionally with the stylus to change displays. “Well, we got back main power, life support, the computer network, maneuver drive up to about 40% full thrust, and the quad-laser turrets on the top and bottom of the ship. I just returned from fixing the power coupling that feeds into the dorsal quad-laser. The plasma cannons will be harder to get going, so I’ve left them alone for now. Hmmm… Let’s see… I’ve sent some of our DRDs to patch over several breaches on the ship’s hull. We lost atmo integrity in a couple of cargo bays, and there was a slow leak in the west wing, but that's all taken care of. At least, it should be. I have plans to go to the Hanger to take an EVA pod out to inspect the work myself.
"So, at this point we can breathe and stay warm, we can move (a bit), and we can fight (a bit)."
SR starts uncovering plates of food. “So what do we fix next?”
Jet looks up from her dataslate. “TheRealHim wants a stardrive working so we can get out of the Boros system entirely. He’s up in the Bridge now, plotting courses to our most likely destinations. He’s pretty sure that it’s only a matter of time before the Alliance comes looking for us again, and wants us out of here to some safe place we can land and conduct more extensive repairs on the ship.”
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oh no...
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For a long time, it doesn't register that her eyes are now open, and even after it does, she lays there staring at the grey blue of the ceiling above her, vaguely wondering what the proper word for 'ceiling' on a spaceship is, and why she has sea-shells on her ears.
After a while, various part of her body register complaints about the hardness of the floor, and the fact that there no blood in one foot after its been trapped under the other for several hours.
oh well, I have to move sometime she reaches up to remove the sea shells, and finding none there, shrugs a little. She then sits up, and the whooshing sound increases. oh... as she drags her self to up right, her foot kicks in, numb and yet incredibly sensitive to movement at the same time, she hums a vagues little tune, faintly reminiscant of old Led Zeppelin* tracks, as it starts to come back to life with a zing!
A while later she finds her self shuffling down the corridor to the med bay. Having singularly failed to find a bathroom on the way, as she enters the bay she passes straight to a sink, strips off her grubby jacket and shirt and starts cleaning the dried mess off her ears and neck.
She steadfastly resists the temptaion to get the Q-tips out and start cleaning her ears up herself in order to high tail it out of there as quickly as possible. Instead she sits, like a good little girl, on a low bench to one side of the wall, and announces to anyone who is listening -
'You be wise to sedate me...'
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In Safe’s ISSCV craft:
Needy had watched with a quiet fondness at the sight of Bride6 cradling the scared little girl Shadow
As an only child, Needy had often wished he had siblings. Though he had heard of the troubles that can arise between brothers and sisters, still Needy wanted a family - a blood connection. He hadn't been so much raised as he had been dragged up by parents that viewed him as a mistake, someone to be ignored and ditched at the first opportunity.
Needy smiled at Bride6's motherly affection for the youngster and his heart felt warm.
Then his heart was more than warm, it was burning.
It was burning up.
Needy gasped and clutched his chest, all the colour flushing from his skin.
Glancing over, Bride6 asks concerned "Needy... are you okay"
"Agh..." he tries to reply
Shadow tightens her grip on the Bride's hand, scared at what was happening.
Needy knows he needs to move - he needs fresh air, but realising that that was no longer going to be possible, water was the next best thing.
A sink. A bathroom. There must be one nearby on this ship he told himself
He began to move, but his still-buckled seatbelt prevented him.
Clumsily trying to press the button, he eventually frees himself from his seat and starts to stand
"What's up?" Bride6 continues, the young girl pressing against her in fear
Needy can not answer, but staggers down the aisle to where he hopes a bathroom would be.
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Jet comes into sight from around some bulky machinery. “Glad you’ve rejoined us, Warren. Next? For you, it’s a meal.” Jet gestures over to an out-of-the way corner of Engineering to a cart with covered plates. “I asked Sparky to send down some things from the kitchen. I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a variety: a cheeseburger with fries, a veggie plate, some fruit, and a no-meat pasta dish. To drink, there’s soda, milk and lemonade. Take what you like. I’ve already had mine.
“If you’d like to get a quick shower and a change of clothes, there’s a locker room over there, with some spare coveralls in a variety of sizes. There are only three lockers with names on them: TheGreyJedi, Jet, and Needleseye. Take any of the others.” She shrugs. “Yeah, we’re all in there together. Grey didn’t build the place with any thought to segregation by gender. Actually, he sort of planned to be the only one down here. Sort of a loner, that guy.”
SR gets to his feet. “So, how go the repairs?”
Jet consults her dataslate, tapping it occasionally with the stylus to change displays. “Well, we got back main power, life support, the computer network, maneuver drive up to about 40% full thrust, and the quad-laser turrets on the top and bottom of the ship. I just returned from fixing the power coupling that feeds into the dorsal quad-laser. The plasma cannons will be harder to get going, so I’ve left them alone for now. Hmmm… Let’s see… I’ve sent some of our DRDs to patch over several breaches on the ship’s hull. We lost atmo integrity in a couple of cargo bays, and there was a slow leak in the west wing, but that's all taken care of. At least, it should be. I have plans to go to the Hanger to take an EVA pod out to inspect the work myself.
"So, at this point we can breathe and stay warm, we can move (a bit), and we can fight (a bit)."
SR starts uncovering plates of food. “So what do we fix next?”
Jet looks up from her dataslate. “TheRealHim wants a stardrive working so we can get out of the Boros system entirely. He’s up in the Bridge now, plotting courses to our most likely destinations. He’s pretty sure that it’s only a matter of time before the Alliance comes looking for us again, and wants us out of here to some safe place we can land and conduct more extensive repairs on the ship.”
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SR once again catches himself on a issue of manners covers the plates up.
"You are beyond generous. Water and bread would have been more than plenty. I'll take the fruit and some distilled water. My stomache has shrunk enough that it will be more than enough. Please see that someone can have the rest. I dispise wasting food, for I have seen the lack of it. You are right I must wash. I will return soon."
He gathers up his pack and coat and walk's into the locker room. ut of his pack he takes a large laundry bag and his clothes go in it as they come off. The rest of his gear are stowed in a locker. He stows the laundry bag in a separate locker.
Before entering the showers he keys on his comlink.
"V-mail for Sparky: Sparky if you aren't too busy there is a bag of laundy and a pair of boots in locker 27 of the engineering locker room. If you could get to it in the next 24 hours it would be a kindness. Don't bother doing any mending, I'll take care of that myself I know how busy you must be. Also as you go about attending to the bodies of the invaders would you be so good as to set aside any equipment and or personal effects we might need them for intelligence purposes. Let TRM know that you are doing it for me and if he has any objections he can find me in engineering. Keep up the good works and we still need to have that chat regarding the laws of robotics regarding emergency medical procedures."
SR walks into the showers and takes a through but quick shipboard shower, being sure to conserve as much water as possible. He put on spare a pair of coveralls and dons a pair sandals, then returns to engine room. He quickly devours a orange,
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Jet blushes. "Sorry, Warren, I didn't mean to insult you or anything. I'll eat the rest myself, over the next day or so."
Jet takes the uneaten food an puts it into a compact portable 'fridge.
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Ghost looked at him carefully. Shadow had told her to stay hidden, but Shadow had been gone for soooo long. She wanted Shadow, She wanted to be out of this scary place, She wanted a pony, and she wanted Some food. So she did whatever any six-year-old would do in this situation, she began to cry...loudly.
Safe cringes back at the cry. "Hush hush now little one."
Safe calls over his shoulder "Bobby-Sue, can you bring our little stow-away back here. I think I've found something that belongs to her."
Shadow heard the captain’s announcement, her eyes widening as she realized what he must have found. Listening closer she heard the sound of her sister crying echoing through the ship. Ghost was scared, Ghost needed her. Still held in the arms of Bride6 she was scared, scared for herself, and scared for Ghost.
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Bride6 looks pleadingly at Bride7.
Bride7 rolls her eyes in disgust. "Just because you got shot, you want me to wait on you hand and foot??"
Grumbling, Bride7 leads an apprehensive Shadow to the back.
Shadow stood up as Bride 7 began leading her to the back. The sounds of Ghost’s cries getting louder and louder. She was immediately assaulted as Ghost ran to her, wrapping her arms tightly around her older sister.
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"This little one one of yours?" Safe asks Shadow, a grin on his face. "See if you can settle her down a mite, I'll be back in a minute"
Shadow gently rubbed Ghost’s back as her sister continued to cry. “It’s ok Ghost, I’m here, don’t cry.”
Shadow continued to rub Ghost’s back as the girl’s cries became sobs, then whimpers, then died down to sniffles. Seeing that her sister would be ok Shadow continued to hold her as she focused her attention to the adults talking around them.
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"Hey!! I'm no gorram babysitter!!" Bride7 sputters as Safe joins Citizen in the airlock.
Needy chuckles at Bride7's dipleasure. Bride7 glares at him, cutting his laugh short. Needy absently rubbed the scars of his bullets wounds. His laugh had caused pain and it wasn't a quick stab of pain, it was a deep lingering ache.
"Safe, everything is unlocked, but the door won't budge. It's like something is pushing on it from the other side." Citizen grunts as he pushes on the hatch.
Shadow looked at the other man who had just returned, he was sick or something, he had looked sad in the cockpit of the shuttle. She was sure he had thrown up, Now he just looked sick. Looking down at her sister one more time, Shadow whispered in the younger girls ear.
Ghost looked up at Shadow calmer now that her big sister was there to keep her safe. She then turned her attention to the man her sister had pointed out. Looking up she saw her sister nod feeling the older girl loosen her grip. Ghost walked unnoticed over to the man and wrapped her arms around his leg hugging tightly.
(just in case, it’s not as clear as it should be Ghost is hugging Needy)
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TheRealMe spends the better part of an hour plotting some potential hyperspace jumps to worlds where the platinum from the Ocean Cloud Scam might be readily spent. He would consult with Jadehand and Seryn later to see if they had any specific opinions.
After this task, TheRealMe leads a group in the unpleasant task of cleaning up the Common Room. There are dead of both sides, dropped equipment, smashed furniture, and shining discs of precious DVD collections scattered everywhere.
There are others in the Common Room: SimonWho is treating Jadehand. McQ, the impressive cyborg, is helping as he can. Deuce is wandering around, muttering at the devastation, until Cozen swoops in to kidnap her. Oh well, she doesn’t seem to be objecting, and she can certainly take care of herself!
The cleanup crew consisted pretty much of TheRealMe, Trey, Sparky, Nugget the Meteor Troll, and the surviving Yeti. Sparky conveys a suggestion from Jet’s friend Warren (aka ScorpionRegent) that the Alliance bodies be searched for any equipment or items for intelligence purposes. That was a good idea.
TheRealMe does not interfere with the Yeti’s funeral customs, but considers what to do with all the other casualties. “Hmmm… We’ll need to set up a morgue, probably in a cargo bay… and maybe find a shepherd….”
TheRealMe surveys the rest of the Common Room, shaking his head. “Sad, sad. What a tremendous loss of life. Well, high on our list is repairing the main airlock. That Sticky compound just burned right through the thick metal of the… Uh, Sparky?”
“Yes, sir?”
“What is that movement in the rubble around the airlock?”
“It is the Ebo Golem.”
TheRealMe is genuinely surprised. “Really? I thought it got blown to pieces by a rocket launcher!”
“That is correct, sir. Blown to pieces. Yet, one piece is still functioning.”
TheRealMe runs over to where the Ebo Golem is still trying to push rubble to block the airlock. Its right arm and much of its right torso is missing. Its movements are shaky and unsure. “Ebo Golem! Stop your work and stand over there!” The Ebo Golem obeys and moves to the location specified.
"Hmmm... If we collected all its pieces... and got a bottle of superglue..."
Then TheRealMe notices something as he looks down the corridor of the airlock. “Hey, is that a ship docked there? Did all our sensors short out or something? Sparky, please clear me a path to that ship!”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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*Supported by Soul, Serenity makes her way as quickly as she can to the Infirmary, where she sees her brother lying unconscious on a table. She starts crying to see him lying there, looking so pale, hooked up to so many machines. She grabs one of his hands.*
You're not allowed to die, do you hear me? I won't allow it. And I'm the oldest, so you have to do what I tell you.
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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As he stands next to Serenity, Soul puts his hand into his pocket and feels the cool shape of the ring Jazaf had made for him. He knows that the time isn't right, though. Ath needs his sister, now more than ever.
Soul leans down and kisses Serenity on the cheek.
"You stay here with him. He'll need a familiar face to see when he wakes up. I'm going to go offer what help I can in the common room."
Serenity nods, her face impassive, but her eyes betray her controlled exterior.
"He'll pull through," Soul says. "There's too much holding him here."
"I hope so," Serenity replies.
Soul gives her a small grin and makes his way to the common room. The smell of death hangs in the air, but it doesn't bother him. He's seen massacres before, even one at his own hands; but this one hits him harder than most, since it occurred in his own home. Around his heart, yet another wall is built, this one to further clamp in the flurry of emotions he has kept buried for years.
Soul walks up next to TRM, and they head for the airlock.
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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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Jet blushes. "Sorry, Warren, I didn't mean to insult you or anything. I'll eat the rest myself, over the next day or so."
Jet takes the uneaten food an puts it into a compact portable 'fridge.
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Jet feels the lightest touch on her left shoulder and turns as SR drops to one knee so that he looks up and squarely into her eyes.
"No offense was taken. You do me great kindness and that will not be forgotten. In last 72 hours I have seen little but fear, pain, loathing and hardship as it is so often in my life. If my words were blunt they came from a raw place and it is I who should ask for forgiveness."
Jet feels her
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**jake7, still fumbling around blind, catches one of her wings (which still haven't fallen off yet) on some type of projectile.**
Gorrammit! That hurt!
**she continues patting down the walls, looking for a dark room in which to turn off her night vision. Getting beyond frustrated, she mutters**
Where the hell are all the closets??
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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*KellyofLuthien splashes water on her face, trying to wash away both the grime of battle and the recent memory of the color draining from Serenity's cheeks as she was told what happened to her brother.
Kelly had left Serenity with Ath for a few moments in private, returning to her mallorn to change into a cleaner gown. Standing now in front of a mirror covered in steam from her shower, Kelly looks at herself, appearing like a shadow through the mist. A single tear escapes her eye, getting lost in the water on her face. Kelly grabs a towel and wipes it away before she can get angry with herself for losing her calm. She dresses quickly, not caring what she's wearing, and heads back to the infirmary.
Serenity looks up at her with concerned eyes as Kelly takes her place on the other side of Ath, holding his hand.*
"How is he?" Kelly asks.
"He's the same. Your arm's still bleeding."
Kelly looks down. "Oh, right."
Serenity gets up and rummages around in drawers until she finds some gauze and tape. She walks over to Kelly and begins bandaging her arm. Kelly lets another tear slip and watches as it drops on Ath's hand, still limp in her own. Serenity wipes it away.
"It'll be ok," she says quietly.
"I know," Kelly replies. "It's just...it's my birthday."
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Looking very Napolean(?) like, Jazaf walks through the halls at a hurried pace with his left hand buried in his shirt.
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Where the hell are all the closets??
Jazaf pauses and looks down the corridor to his right and spots Jake7 having a bit of trouble.
'What's wrong Jake?'
'Since the lights went on I can't see the gorram remote to turn off my nightvision!' Jake7 says in a very agitated tone.
'Let me see that remote. Is it clearly labeled Nightvision or do you need a code? oh wait, there it is.'
Jazaf turns off the night vision and hands the remote back to Jake7. As her eyesight returns so does her calm, 'Thank you much!'
'No problem.' Jazaf replies as he hurries on to his room.
When he gets there Jazaf takes off his shirt, since it's been ruined from the wings, and looks at his left hand.
'Wo de ma he ta de fengkuang de waisheng dou!'
Instead of just his hand being a scaly claw, it turns out his entire left arm was affected.
'This could be a problem.'
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Navigator on Destiny
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Quote:*PR clutches the key tightly in his hand before shoving it into his pocket. He turns to the two women.* I'll give you all some space. Kelly, I'm sure you can take care of things.
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Serenity looks up at her with concerned eyes as Kelly takes her place on the other side of Ath, holding his hand.*
"How is he?" Kelly asks.
"He's the same. Your arm's still bleeding."
Kelly looks down. "Oh, right."
Serenity gets up and rummages around in drawers until she finds some gauze and tape.
*PR walks over to the door.* Besides, my dad will be back soon.
Yes. Soon.
*PsychicRiver leaves the infirmary.*
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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Oh!
*Serenity swoops Kelly up into a hug, her belly nearly crushing both of them.*
You poor thing! I understand how you feel, Soul died on my birthday last year. That was awful! But, he's alive again, so it's all good. And Ath will pull through, too. He just has to.
*She pats the elf's arm in a motherly way.*
I'm sorry we forgot about your birthday, what with the battle and all. For now, how about we run to the kitchen and grab some tea and bring it back here? We both could use some!
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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Secrets and whispers...
Secrets and whispers...
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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Oh!
*Serenity swoops Kelly up into a hug, her belly nearly crushing both of them.*
You poor thing! I understand how you feel, Soul died on my birthday last year. That was awful! But, he's alive again, so it's all good. And Ath will pull through, too. He just has to.
*She pats the elf's arm in a motherly way.*
I'm sorry we forgot about your birthday, what with the battle and all. For now, how about we run to the kitchen and grab some tea and bring it back here? We both could use some!
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
Kelly gives Serenity a small smile.
"I'm 3000 years older than you, and here you are comforting me. Guess that old adage is true: age is just a number. Let's get that tea. And maybe some crumpets for you? I bet the little one is hungry."
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The little one is always hungry!
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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Dazedly Seryn Watches the scene infront of her, Serenity and Kelly, pale faces and worried expressions, their embrace and the obvious brave acts, and hopes that Ath does pull through.
Seated on the low bench, her head propped on her loosely clenched knuckles, she looks around, trying to keep herself awake, she watches as PR, lost in his own thoughts, slips something into his pocket and leaves, then as the two women embrace and go. She stands up and crosses to his bedside, arms folded tight unable to not hold herself away from him, and watches all the little flickers and frowns crossing his features.
'For my part, all my stupid posturing, I'm sorry...' She tentatively reaches out and pats his hand, then turns and makes her way to the common room.
She goes to the Yeti, touching the one she thinks is Ervine on the arm and smiling when he greets her. The other Yeti come over to see her, but she can only guess at how Ervine introduces her, and catches few of their names. On some subtle signal they start back to their work, and she joins them in separating the bodies from the rubble.
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