The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything

POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 16:28
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In the cargo bay, TheRealMe stops his work and cocks his head, as if hearing something that nobody else can sense.

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He hears her, however, and gives back a question as to how urgently she needs him. 'You know that surprise I told you to expect? Come to the cryogenic storage area lab. There's someone here you need to meet.'

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TheRealMe mutters… “In the cryo… No, she couldn’t have revived Bride1, could she? Or worse, the FemaleReaver? No, there’s certainly not enough left of either of them to pose a danger! Who, then?”


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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ItsaWash sighs as she "hears" TRM's words in reply to her enjoining him to come meet Riverclone made flesh. Resigned to his distracted tone, she counts him out.

"Looks like we're on our own for the nonce, Little One," she tells the girl whose hair she continues brushing, counting the strokes down, "98, 99, 100." She pockets the brush, bends forward and around to look into Riverclone's pale face, brushing a crumb or two from the sated girl's lips.

Lacking an understanding of Riverclone's history and realizing TRM knows better, Washie leaves the reanimated young woman to her own devices and wanders back to try to be of help to Dr. SimonWho in the infirmary.

As she steps through the door, she finds the wounded have been well-attended to and Dr. SW is having a well-deserved asleep.

Leaning against the infirmary wall, Washie breathes slowly and steadily and on a long exhale sends out questing thoughts toward any thing or anyone needing her help.

LMD is desperately seeking mai, but he's so close to finding her that nothing Washie can do would render the reunion more effective or hurry it along.

Jadehand has drank himself into a stupor and doesn't seem to care one way or another what happens when (or if) he wakes up.

Washie checks for the location of his current sleeping arrangements and meanders in that direction.







Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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she hits the ship-wide com. “Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”

Quincey, Bride5

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"Out of time!" TheRealMe turns to Sparky. "Sparky, as soon as we are out of the cargo bay, open this whole level to space and blow this container full of bodies out into space. Then secure the airlocks and release the DRDs to Jet." Then he turns to McQ, ScorpionRegent, Soul and anyone else present. "Everyone, let's get out of here. Warren, you and I are going to Engineering to help Jet get that stardrive online. McQ, get inside a metal shell so that radio waves cannot be sent to signal you. Soul, help him, please."

TheRealMe begins moving as he pulls his com-link. Then he puts it away. Quincey has her orders and he doesn't want to interrupt Jet with endless requests for status updates. After all, he'll know the details soon enough.




TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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“Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”

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Seyn jerked awake again. No clocks around, she could kid herself that it had been more than mere minutes since her eyes closed. Scrabbling through her bag, muttering, then through the suitcases. She throws up a look of thanks to whichever deity it was that looked after theives, and threw on the first clothes that seemed to fit. Then she buckled on her armguard and glove, picked up her bow and quiver, the gun that she had bought with her from the Nandi and headed to the cargo bay, figuring that TRM and Soul would still be there, and if anyone would know needed to be done, they would.

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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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TheRealMe considers the situation. “Well, McQ, if you request sanctuary on this ship from the Alliance, then you shall have it. However, I am also intent on preventing damage or injury to this ship or its crew. For now, I suggest that you unload any ammunition, explosives, or other weapons of which you are aware, which we shall keep safe for you. That will lessen your ability to do us harm if you become controlled. Next, we must find you a Faraday cage so that radio signals cannot reach you. Two of our three regular engineers seem to be missing, and the third is conducting critical repairs to the ship. However, I have some experience in robotics, and I have a well-equipped lab. Perhaps I can perform the internal scans you requested.

"Oh, and you don't have to call me 'Sir'."

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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"Yes, sir," McQ responds, but then realizes he was just instructed not to refer to TRM in that way. "I wish to do no harm to you or your crew. Where is your lab? I shall go there and begin disarming myself." TRM instructs McQ on how to get to the lab and immediately McQ seeks out to find it.

Once reaching the lab, McQ searches for something to put his weapons in so they won't get misplaced. For now he finds a table which will have to serve for now until a container is found. He starts by putting his blaster rifle on safety and sets it down on the table. He finds a socket wrench and removes four bolts that connect his jetpack to him and carefully removes it and places that on the table as well. He then disconnects the assortment of weapons which make up his left arm but twisting halfway up his forearm. Once it comes completely off a new section slides out from within his arm which resembles a left hand similar to his right. He flexes the fingers of his new left hand to loosen them up before he continues to search himself for more weapons. Small compartments on his biceps that contained mini rocket launchers came off next, followed by some pistols which came out of compartments in each of his thighs.

Once all these items are on the table, McQ picks up the socket wrench again and starts to loosen the bolts on each side of his head that hold his helmet in place. Once removed, he slowly reaches up and attempts to take off the helmet for the first time. He looks around for a mirror so he can finally get a look at what the Alliance left him with in terms of human facial features. McQ finds a mirror near a small sink and takes a deep breath before looking into it. "Well, let's take a look," he says out loud to himself.

He steps in front of the mirror and at first glance he lets out a sigh of disappointment. Much like in the movie Robocop, most of McQ's facial features (left eye, nose, lips, cheeks and chin) were intact, yet his head was encased in a metallic plating. His ears were replaced with small round circles that resembled telephone receivers and his right eye had been replaced with a robotic red eye. His vision without the visor of the helmet slightly distorting it, was half normal (human) and half mechanical (as like how the Terminator would see things). Metal plating came down the right side of his head, around his right robotic eye and over where his right ear used to be. He reaches up to touch his face with his robotic hands but can't really feel anything but the cold metal against his cheek.

"Ugh," he started, obviously not happy with what he sees. "I guess it could be worse."

McQ looks down at his helmet which he put in the sink and noticed a small probe on the back of it, yet on the inside of the helmet. It wasn't much bigger than a shirt button and had a green light on it. McQ attempted to pull it out and realized it was indeed a tracking device. "I knew it," he said to himself and crushed the tracking device in his hand. He decided the best thing to do now was wait for TRM to come and run some scans on him to be sure there weren't more of those devices within his body. He found a chair that seems strong enough to support his big, bulky metal

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*in a deep, fitful, sleep dreams take over*

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he opens his eyes to find himself floating in a dark maelstrom, an amalgamut of dark, sickly gray and infinite black malice. but there is light. he turns to it, begins willing his way towards it, inching. the light is new but familiar, refreshing. he longs for it, hearing its almost-whispers, it's seeming promise of his own completion.

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*finds herself adorned in a robe dress of grey and black walking through a dark, eerily silent grove of trees*

Instead of feeling frightened or lost she moves quickly down a narrow path that seems never ending. Hearing footsteps, she turns uses her power to illuminate the dark. Standing there a familiar but more sullen figure.

"I knew I'd find you here" she says smiling and holding out a hand.

*an ominous rustling in the surrounding forest sounds*

"We must go. We aren't welcome in this place."

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his outstretched hand, straining towards her, tingles as it comes nigh. he can feel the warmth emanating from her, the joy spreading to-
pain wracks his body. incomprehensible noise nearly blasts his consciousness from him as the light - his longing and his desire, his hope - is snuffed out, collapsing in on itself as a nova, like that now exploding pain and loss and suffering ten-fold through him.

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The tips of their fingers barely graze one another and just as suddenly as he appeared he is gone.

Now the fear pours through her. She tries to run back, but finds she cannot move. She tries to scream, but there is no sound.

~In the infirmary~
*still sleeping seemingly peaceful, until her heart begins to race as she struggles to come out of the nightmare that won't let her go.


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OOC I just saw "The Village" for the first time last week, so I couldn't get that whole creepy thing in the woods idea out of my mind.







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Originally posted by Aprilise:

Ghost broke the silence that had decended upon the room by cautiously walking over to the man and tugging him over to the food.

“She wants you to help.” Shadow said seeing the confused look on the newcomers face.


April (AKA Ghost and Shadow)

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*N0Skillz follows the tugging Ghost, and decides to help pick up the mess that he had partially ben responsible for. As he finishes he sees Kelly pulling the finished lembas outta the oven*

"Those do look good" he said as he reached for a cookie, only to get his hand slapped away,

"Oww." he said sarcastically.

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That accomplished, she hits the ship-wide com. “Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”

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"Son of a... "he starts to say, as he remembers the children, he sighs "Biscuit?"

Turning to rush outta the room, N0Skillz manages to grab two lembas and walk outta the room as Shadow drops into stride behind him. N0S tosses Shadow one of the lembas, which the cat catches in his mouth, as he snacks on his.

'Gotta find Soul, I have no idea where any of the ships defenses are or if they need to be manned.' He thinks to himself as he strolls towards the hanger that he thought Soul was in.


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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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“Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”

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*JadeHand stirs from sleep, and quickly realizes the announcement was real as he gazes out of the window by his bed*

" ...... they really need to call ahead next time. Give a bit more notice, proper welcome......"

*He quickly pulls some pants on, and thinks "must be a holiday.", then pulls a t-shirt over his head as he grabs his bag of supplies. He would check the charges and ammo on his weapons, but he doubts this will be a stand up fight. He pulls on his boots and hits the door at a jog to see if there's anything he can do to help get the tree moving faster.*

"......I'm with the standard 'run and hide' scenario..."

As he heads towards the common room, the doors open in front of him...


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TheRealMe considers the situation. “Well, McQ, if you request sanctuary on this ship from the Alliance, then you shall have it. However, I am also intent on preventing damage or injury to this ship or its crew. For now, I suggest that you unload any ammunition, explosives, or other weapons of which you are aware, which we shall keep safe for you. That will lessen your ability to do us harm if you become controlled. Next, we must find you a Faraday cage so that radio signals cannot reach you. Two of our three regular engineers seem to be missing, and the third is conducting critical repairs to the ship. However, I have some experience in robotics, and I have a well-equipped lab. Perhaps I can perform the internal scans you requested.

"Oh, and you don't have to call me 'Sir'."

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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"Yes, sir," McQ responds, but then realizes he was just instructed not to refer to TRM in that way. "I wish to do no harm to you or your crew. Where is your lab? I shall go there and begin disarming myself." TRM instructs McQ on how to get to the lab and immediately McQ seeks out to find it.

Once reaching the lab, McQ searches for something to put his weapons in so they won't get misplaced. For now he finds a table which will have to serve for now until a container is found. He starts by putting his blaster rifle on safety and sets it down on the table. He finds a socket wrench and removes four bolts that connect his jetpack to him and carefully removes it and places that on the table as well. He then disconnects the assortment of weapons which make up his left arm but twisting halfway up his forearm. Once it comes completely off a new section slides out from within his arm which resembles a left hand similar to his right. He flexes the fingers of his new left hand to loosen them up before he continues to search himself for more weapons. Small compartments on his biceps that contained mini rocket launchers came off next, followed by some pistols which came out of compartments in each of his thighs.

Once all these items are on the table, McQ picks up the socket wrench again and starts to loosen the bolts on each side of his head that hold his helmet in place. Once removed, he slowly reaches up and attempts to take off the helmet for the first time. He looks around for a mirror so he can finally get a look at what the Alliance left him with in terms of human facial features. McQ finds a mirror near a small sink and takes a deep breath before looking into it. "Well, let's take a look," he says out loud to himself.

He steps in front of the mirror and at first glance he lets out a sigh of disappointment. Much like in the movie Robocop, most of McQ's facial features (left eye, nose, lips, cheeks and chin) were intact, yet his head was encased in a metallic plating. His ears were replaced with small round circles that resembled telephone receivers and his right eye had been replaced with a robotic red eye. His vision without the visor of the helmet slightly distorting it, was half normal (human) and half mechanical (as like how the Terminator would see things). Metal plating came down the right side of his head, around his right robotic eye and over where his right ear used to be. He reaches up to touch his face with his robotic hands but can't really feel anything but the cold metal against his cheek.

"Ugh," he started, obviously not happy with what he sees. "I guess it could be worse."

McQ looks down at his helmet which he put in the sink and noticed a small probe on the back of it, yet on the inside of the helmet. It wasn't much bigger than a shirt button and had a green light on it. McQ attempted to pull it out and realized it was indeed a tracking device. "I knew it," he said to himself and crushed the tracking device in his hand. He decided the best thing to do now was wait for TRM to come and run some scans on him to be sure there weren't more of those devices within his body. He found a chair that seems strong e

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