On the Way To Persephone #4- Life Onboard Serenity
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Wednesday, May 10, 2006 19:03
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(Holy crap. Has anybody ever read, "Autopsy Room 4," the short story by Stephen King. Sweet jumpin' crap, I'm gonna get autopsied alive! Well, not dead, anyway...)
(Yeah, think I'll stick around...too bad Jonesie had to go...ah well..)
I think a little chaos is in order.
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Ertia watches Fly as she absent-mindedly field strips the rifle in her hands. Her movements are automatic, her mind light-years away from her task.
"Fly, you really mean to take 13 apart?" Ertia asks softly, exchanging a worried glance with Pain.
"I think it's the only way to find out it was really programmed to do." Her voice is matter-of-fact, cold. "If it has something to do with the map, or with River, or both..."
JR limps over and sits down on a crate. "Doc's working on that mystery fella you took out of the pod. Think they might be related?"
"From Shepherd's reaction, I doubt it." Ertia answers. "He seems protective of him."
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In the Infirmary:
The man collapses back under Simon's hands, his eyes blinking furiously. His mouth moves but there is no sound.
"Is he catatonic?" Shepherd Book rolls Simon's med tray closer to his hand.
"No." Simon's eyes flicker between patient and monitors. "No, he's aware. He can hear everything we say. See?"
He points to the monitor and asks succinctly, "Do you know where you are?"
The monitor bar shoots up, signalling brain activity, and the man shakes his head.
"Do you remember how you got here?"
Another shake, more violent. Simon meets Shepherd Book's eyes, "Can you tell me your name?"
There is a long pause, then an expression of bewildered fear, followed by a harsh whisper, "Who am I?"
Shepherd Book raises his eyebrow, lays a comforting hand of prayer on the troubled brow, "It's all right."
Simon shakes his head. Captain is not going to like this one bit.
"Where is it?" The whisper again, the eyes wide with fear.
"Where is what, son?" Shepherd asks.
"I... I ... don't... remember." The mans eyes close against his pain, and he sleeps.
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Originally posted by 13:
(Holy crap. Has anybody ever read, "Autopsy Room 4," the short story by Stephen King. Sweet jumpin' crap, I'm gonna get autopsied alive! Well, not dead, anyway...)
(Yeah, think I'll stick around...too bad Jonesie had to go...ah well..)
I think a little chaos is in order.
EEEEEEEEK! God, I remember that! Creeped my out BIG time!
Don't worry about the autopsy, sweetie, 'tween Kaylee, River, Fly and me, you won't feel a thing. Heck, may even feel good... ;)
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*Pain listens in on the conversation, his mind elsewhere. He thinks to himself, as he gets up and puts back the lever action rifle*
Huh Fly hasn't been actin' right since the incident in the infirmary. I really hope she snaps out of it soon. Cause I hate seein' her like this.
*Pain takes out a .308 caliber bolt action rifle and sets it down as Wash's voice pipes in over the com*
We've got 6 hours til we hit dirtside people. Best be getting ready.
*Pain looks at Ertia, Fly, and JR and says to them as he starts cleaning the rifle*
Why do y'all think the Shepard's so protective of him? Do you think he knows something about the guy that we don't?
*Ertia looks at Pain and says*
I don't know Pain I supose we'll find out when the time is right.
*Pain grunts his answer as he cleans the bolt assembly of the rifle, wondering what secrets the man in the Alliance uniform is hiding.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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JR chimes in. "I'm purty sure I speak for y'all when I say that Shepherd has his own secrets, like knowing all 'bout killin' and kneecaps, how to defend yourself and the like. 'member that s.o.b. Jubal Early after he knocked out Book and tellin' Simon 'that ain't no Shepard.' Somethin's up with Book and that unknown if'n y'ask me."
Everyone dies alone.
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*Pain replies as he finishes up with the rifle*
Yeah I suppose so.
*Pain sets the rifle down, gets up and says to everyone*
Well I best be gettin' ready for when hit dirtside. I got a few things to get from my bunk and then I have to prep the Mule.
*Pain nods at Ertia, Fly, and JR, then heads across the cargo bay and up the stairs leading to the front hall. Pain reaches his bunk, opens the hatch, and climbs down into his room. He takes off his shirt, puts it on his table, puts on his armor, and puts his shirt back on. He opens one of the drawers and takes out a wad of credits and a small bag full of platinum, he puts the roll of credits in his left pocket and ties the small bag to his belt. He then walks over to the foot locker, takes the duffle bag on top of it and sets it down on his bed. Pain then opens his weapon's locker, takes out the shoulder holster with the Taurus .357Mag revolver in it, and straps it on. He then unzips the bag, unholsters the Taurus, puts it in the bag, walks over to the table, and sticks the Ruger Super Redhawk revolver in the holster. Finally making sure he has everything he needs, Pain zips up the bag, grabs it by the handle, and climbs up into the hall, closing the hatch.*
*Pain makes his way down the stairs and proceeds to the supply locker. He opens a door and takes out a half dozen tie downs and a tarp. Pain then walks over to the Mule, sets his bag on the left cargo platform/seat, and straps it down with two of the smaller tie downs. Ertia and the rest of them watch as Pain takes down the trailer and hauls it to the back of the Mule. Ertia smiles to herself as she watches Pain attach the trailer to the Mule, his muscles bulging as he fastens the trail to the hitch. Pain then rolls up the tarp, ties some of the tie down around it, and uses two more short tie downs to secure it to the rear cargo platform. Ertia turns away and resumes her work as Pain heads toward them. He sits back down as JR says to him*
You picking up much?
*Pain looks at JR and says*
Nah. Just a few crates and some cases of ammo, maybe some cases of booze if'n I have the time and the money.
*JR nods as Pain returns his attention back to the rifle, when Fly says to him*
Would you mind if I came with? Perhaps meet this uncle of yours?
*Pain smiles and says to Fly while cleaning the rifle's barrel*
I don't mind at all. Sure could use some company. 'Sides them crates ain't goin' to put themselves on that trailer now ain't they?
*Fly smiles and says before finishing with the carbine*
No I suppose they wouldn't.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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(Maybe I won'tfeel a thing. Although,technically,I can'tcry or...you know..that other thing that saves him..Read that storyand you'll know what I mean.)
I think a little chaos is in order.
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Quote:I very familiar with the story.....except,,,,you're a bot,,,,,don't think you'll feel a thing. I promise you won't feel a thing *Insert Evil Laugh* Joking, just joking......
Originally posted by 13:
(Maybe I won'tfeel a thing. Although,technically,I can'tcry or...you know..that other thing that saves him..Read that storyand you'll know what I mean.)
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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*She says under her breath, yeah, great loading ammo and stuff*
I'll be in the infirmary for a few if anyone is looking for me. I'd like to take a check on the remains.
*She takes a detour to her bunk and gets more rounds for the Colt and the Walther then makes her way to the infimary*
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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In the Infirmary
"I'm sorry, Captain. That's all I can tell you." Simon's voice was starting to sound a bit annoyed. "He doesn't remember anything. There was brain trauma from the head injury, and possibly from the lack of oxygen in the shuttle, as well."
"Huh." Mal grunts, looking down at the man lying on the table. Shepherd Book and Simon have gotten rid of the uniform and the man is dressed in a pair of Simon's sleep pants and a borrowed t-shirt. "Well, What do we do with him now? We don't know how dangerous he is!"
Shepherd Book's voice is calm, "We don't even know that he is a danger, Captain. If my suspicions are correct, he could be quite valuable to us."
"You wanna elaborate on those suspicions, Shepherd?" Mal asks, clearly frustrated, "Because from where I'm sittin', the only suspicion I've got is that he's a rotten egg better tossed out to the dogs."
Simon instinctively moves protectively in front of his patient, but Shepherd just crosses his arms. "Perhaps when we get to Persephone, I can do some checking. I may be able to find some answers."
"You do that." Mal huffs, "But if he's at all a threat to my ship or my crew, then I want him off said ship. Dong ma? And until we know for sure, he stays fettered to that table."
Simon and Shepherd Book nod their assent as Mal turns to leave, nearly barrelling over Fly on his way through the door.
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