Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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/me looks back and forth between KoL and CMS, pauses
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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*i.e, high pitched and full of feeling.
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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
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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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Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
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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.”
Jet, Bride4
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.
Jet, Bride4
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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.
Jet, Bride4
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
Scorpion Regent
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