On the Way to Persephone #3- Life On Board Serenity
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Monday, May 1, 2006 22:29
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JRC hears the last of Book's eulogy. "The Book of John says: 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' " The tears well up in JRC's eyes, and he gets a lump in his throat. "Gorram it, I didn't want to do this..." He turns away, limping to his cabin. "If only I had picked off some more of those go se mercs, he might still be with us," he says to no one in particular. Inara sees him go, and Mal nods and points in JRC's direction. She catches up to him, and gently lays her hand on his shoulder. "We all might share the blame for what happened to Jack, but there is no blame to share. He chose to go up against those men, a suicide run, and we all did what we could. I also want to tell you that Mal and Zoe went looking for his remains, and all they found was this....no body, just this." He looks down at her hands. She's holding a rag, with obviously a pistol, which turns out to be a emptied Peacekeeper, and also the remains of a cigar. "It's all they found."
Everyone dies alone.
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Originally posted by flywithmecaptn:
Yea should hold me for a while, Oh and Thanks....she is a beauty.....
*Pain smiles and says*
Your welcome Fly.
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*She follows him to where he is loading his new toys, bends down next to him and says*
May I have one of those?
*Pain looks at Fly thinking she's talking about one of his newly had guns but notices she's pointing at the FOBs in his shirt pocket and says*
Yeah sure. *takes out two and gives them to her*
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So, how many more ships we got,,,seems like everyone is re-loadin'.....I think there were two more no? *Then she makes her way to 13*
"I don't know. Thought there were only the two of them same as you." Pain says as Fly goes to chat with 13.
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13, I want you to understand this is not your fault.....non of this is......Jack is not your fault....I do need you to do something for me, if that is possible, I need you to go back to High Charity, now and get fixed....you understand me....please get fixed and come back,,,,,,come back with us....please....
*She has no idea what he feels and what he doesn't. She doesn't care....She kisses him on the forehead and says.....13, please go to Wesley before all the madeness starts again....She holds his head in her arms*
*Pain finishes putting away his new guns, zips up the bag, turns around to see Fly talking to 13 and thinks to himself*
I wonder what she sees in him.
*Pain shakes off that thought as he heads to his bunk but stops as he sees JRC with a sad look in his eyes leave with Inara right behind him. As Pain sees this he brings up a memory of Jack and them sitting at the table in the galley, eating, drinking and having a good time and thinks to himself as he resumes walking to his bunk*
I'm gonna miss you ol' friend.
*as he finishes saying that Pain takes out a cigarette and lights it while continuing to walk to his bunk*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*Rinsing of the dust and other people's blood, Ertia stretches out her stiff muscles. Drying off, she pulls on a tshirt and a clean pair of coveralls and shoves her feet into her combat boots. They could use a polish.*
*Showered, she grabs up her laser pistol and goes looking for Kaylee, who she finds in the engine room* "Hey, Kaylee, you gotta minute?"
The mechanic's been crying. Because of Jack, Ertia knows. She wishes she could reassure her. At least she can distract her. "Need your help. I'm half-through my last power-cel for my laser pistol, and I don't have the charger."
Kaylee looks at the gun in disbelief. "Ain't those not legal?"
"What?" Ertia smiles innocently and pats her perfectly forged papers, "I have the paperwork!"
Kaylee turns the power cel in her hand. "I think I can rig a charger. Gimme an hour or so."
"I owe you strawberries AND chocolate!" Ertia whistles as she leaves the engine room.
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Inara's talk with JRC has a calming effect, but with his injury still hampering him, he feels restless. "Gotta find something to do, 'fore I go stir crazy." All his weapons are brought down to his bunk by Jayne and Zoe. Jayne expresses an interest in the HK, fondling it in a curious fashion. JRC takes it away, thinks for a moment, then tells him, "What's the old Earth-that-was saying? 'You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.' " Jayne glares at him, and leaves in a huff. JRC sits down next to all the weapons, put the crutches aside, and commences to clean them all, starting with his beloved Killer.
Everyone dies alone.
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*Ertia leans down and pops her head into JRC's bunk*
"Hey, J. How you feelin? Doc give you enough painkillers? I can fetch you something from the kitchen if you like."
*JRC shrugs* "Not so hungry right now. Could use a drink, though."
"Uh, did doc say you could mix drink with the painkillers?" Ertia looks dubious.
"Doc didn't say I couldn't."
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"Doc didn't say I couldn't."
"Can you check and see if any of the brandy is left? If not, maybe...." Ertia and JRC didn't see the Doc coming up the hallway to check in on his patient. "You CANNOT have any alcohol. Doc's AND the Captain's orders," he says in an unusually strong voice. A look of resignation comes over JRC's face. "Alright, alright. How 'bout just a glass of water and whatever might be in the galley. Ohh, and thanks Ertia....... (muttering) gorram Doc." He continues with the cleaning of his weapons, Ertia goes to the galley.
Everyone dies alone.
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Location: Pain's Bunk
*Pain sets down his duffel bag of newly acquired weapons on his bed, snuffs out his cigarette on the floor, sits down next to the bag, opens it and takes out the guns to inspect them. Pain pulls them out one by one and decides which ones to keep and which ones to trade off once they reach Persephone. Pain pulls out a large revolver and smiles and says*
Ah a Ruger Super Redhawk .480Ruger 6 shot revolver with a 7.5" barrel. This'll fit perfectly in the shoulder holster for my Taurus 608 revolver.
*Pain swings out the cylinder and sees that it only has 3 live rounds in it, frowns and says*
Gorrammit! It's a fetching piece yet I don't have any rounds for it. Oh well guess it means I get to go shopping for some on Persephone.
*Pain puts the Ruger down on his table and resumes going over the weapons laying on his bed, selecting to keep some of the pistols, most of the SMGs, and a couple of rifles, the rest he puts in his bag and sets it down on his footlocker near the foot of his bed.*
*Pain then gets up, stretches and decides to kick back in the cargo bay to eat his remaining FOBs and finish off the whiskey in his flask*
*He opens his hatch, climbs up the ladder into the hallway, closes the hatch, and walks down the stairs leading to the cargo bay*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*13 wheels his way to his bunk, feeling the stumps of his legs, wondering if he'll ever walk again..*
Screw it. They're a good reminder.
*sees a dark shape in the door of his bunk. Mal.*
Mal: I want you offa my ship soon as we dock on Persephone. Sooner, you speak an ill word to any of my crew. I don't know if robots can survive in space, but I'm a little curious to find out. Dong ma? *Mal leaves, anger rolling off in waves, not noticing River eavesdropping the entire time*
I think a little chaos is in order.
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EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE BLACK
A small escape pods floats about, on the drift...charred but intact.
INT. POD
A uniformed man sits dazed, confused, fading in and out of consciousness. In his hand is a book or journal, he isn't sure. He looks around, trying to find a way to silence the pod's incessant audible warning:
"Jeo-shung yong-jur goo-jang. Jien-cha yong-chi gong yin...Jeo-shung yong-jur goo-jang. Jien-cha yong-chi gong yin...Jeo-shung yong-jur goo-jang. Jien-cha yong-chi gong yin"
The panels of buttons, the blinking lights, he doesn't know what they are...but more importantly, he doesn't recollect who or where he is.
"Jeo-shung yong-jur goo-jang. Jien-cha yong-chi gong yin..."
"Lao tyen yeh! Bizui!"
He reaches for a random knob near one of the random flashing lights, but the flashing light and everything else fades as he slips back into the dark...
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EDIT:
Please note, I've never participated in an online RPG, so please forgive any style faux pas I may make in the beginning. I lean towards screenwriting so my "style", as seen above is in kind of a pseudo-screenwriting form.
So bear with me, I'll learn as I go. 
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-Jonestein
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OPERATIVE: ...and I'm unarmed.
MAL: Good.
(BLAM!)
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YAY! Jones comes to play! YAHOOO!
*Ertia heads to the galley to rumble up some grub for JRC and bumps into Zoe* "Heya, Zoe. Do we have an eta for getting off this rock? I kinda have some appointments on Persephone."
*Zoe shakes her head.* "As soon as we get the all clear from High Charity."
"Right. Headed for the galley, you want anything?"
*Zoe gives a wicked grin.* "Just the pilot. Don't need help much there."
Ertia grins back and continues on to find grub, pausing to pet Shipscat on the stair*
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