Life Onboard Serenity- Into the Black II
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Sunday, June 4, 2006 17:21
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This is a role-play chain-story! Everyone can play, anyone can post. Come on in, we don't bite! At least, not without permission...
Previously on board Serenity:
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18705
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18675
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18657
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18640
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18603
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=18528
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=19527
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=19713&m=294988
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=20305
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=20565
And our latest adventure,
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=20815
In which things went to hell in a handbasket.
Lesseee--- we got... 13, back to coherency, so that's good.
We got GrimmJack returned as a BlueMask, a masked invader who beat down Shepherd and River before dissabling the ship and letting onboard two Blue Hands agents.
Ertia, in a sudden flash of coherent firearms use, (don't get used to it!) shot all three with her laser pistol, killing one agent, mortally wounding the other, and burning a pretty hole in BlueMask's leg (Sorry, dude, but you DID disable our ship!)
We've discovered that the Mystery Man from the shuttle (who is still sans memory, btw) is an agent of a secret society called the Qin Shin warriors, and that the Journal he was carrying is an important artifact.
The Qin Shin secret headquarters are on the same island the encrypted map pointed to on Osiris.
We've got a whole cargo load of beef destined for Whitefall, and who knows how many other loose ends out there! :D
Currently most of us are in the Infirmary, either waiting to torture the remaining BlueHand agent for information, or question BlueMask, who's author seems to have disappeared.
Where are we? What are we doing? And where are we goin'?
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*walks up to newhall spaceport*
"well thats a mighty fine lookin ship
i wonder what the milage on that baby is?"
*he looks up to the firefly class boat*
"yep looks clean enough."
wolfie you've done it again!
*walks up to the man standing next to it*
"howdey fella"
"i'd like to take passage on your ship...er..."
*looks at name tag*
"...jack.
"
at that moment 7 alliance feds ran in and shot the man down.
wolfie ran for cover, when he found it he exchanged fire with them, killed 2 but one of
them jumped up behind him.
"what the?"
the fed slit his throat.
at that moment wolfie woke up in his bunk.
"AARRRRGGG!!!!"
"what in the name of earth-that-was was that!"
*opened the door to his room*
he was still on serenity. "whew"
what the hell was happening to him?!
it was exactlly the same each night, it was like a different version of his arrival!
the idea of his freind jack being shot was unthinkable.
and what about all these weird thouts he was having, he didn't remember ever being on a planet called... what was it, oh yeah miranda, it was that river girl, they were her memories.
he couldent stand this any longer, two readers on one ship, can't be good, at least he could trust the girl not to tell the rest of the crew.
the thought of followmal, dr.pain, radar all in MY danger.
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he got dressed at went down to breakfast, muttering.
"maybe i should tell them, nah it would be too much"
he continued to eat his proteinflakes and strawberries.
" i wonder if the rest of the crew are doin ok in the infermary."
thank god i didn't show myself until after the firefight.
but then, it was very cramped in that secret holding bay.
*walked over to the cupboards, picked out a jar and made some nourishing soup*
*took it to the infermary*
"god damn yung ching dai fow twan jack, he was my freind and he betraied us all, good thing i stabed him as he left."
*walks into the infermary with nourishing soup.*
"by the way whose the captain coz i just come out of hiding as you all know and havvend spend much time openly on the ship?"
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translation:yung ching dai fow twan = dirty son of a whore.
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Ertia stares at Wolf. "Wolf? Dude? When did you get here? I haven't seen you since..."
She quickly re-thinks the rest of her sentence as Mal shoves her firmly out of his way. "I'm the captain. Where the hell have you been?"
Ertia quickly puts a hand on Mal's arm. "Relax, Captain. I once spent an entire firefight under the kitchen table, remember? Some of us don't have the need for constant violence."
Mal glares down at her for a second before glancing around the infirmary. "All right, people, we got work to do in here."
He gestures casually towards the BlueHands agent, laboring for breath.
"Everybody not wantin' to be a part of this, get out. That means you, Ertia and Kaylee. Take River out of here before she wakes up. Simon..."
Mal hesitates as he looks at Simon. He never calls him by his name, not to his face, not unless he's serious, and Simon knows it. Still, the Doctor ain't weak, just not many men have the stomach for what needs to be done.
Book steps forward, "Captain, this man isn't going to break."
Mal starts to interrupt, but Book walks calmly to the cabinet and removes a selection of needles, drugs, and scalpels. "But he just might talk with the right inspiration."
Ertia nudges Pain and gestures him to help her carry River out and back to her room. Just the thought of what's about to happen has her sick to her stomach.
Simon nods slowly, and backs away. "I can't be a part of this."
Mal doesn't look at him now, his eyes on the rapidly blinking eyes of the Blue Hand Man. "Fine, Doc. Take the BlueMask out of here and patch him up. Pain, Guy, JR? If y'all can get some answers out of him, I'd be grateful."
Kaylee grabs the portable medkit and Simon aids the still masked man to the sofa outside the Infirmary.
13 extends his claws once more, a grim smile on his face. "I can help, Captain."
Ertia slides the doors closed behind her and hears the bar slide into place from the inside. Quickly as she can, she follows Pain as he carries River to her room.
As Pain turns to go, she pulls him to her for a brief kiss and then releases him. "I'll take care of River. Go question the Mask."
"Jack." He corrects her, his calloused fingers brushing her cheek gently.
Then he leaves her alone, and she sits down beside River's still form, pressing a cold pack to the ugly bruise on the girl's cheek.
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*Pain walks over to the couch where JR and Guy are watching the doctor patch up BlueMask. Pain whispers to JR*
You got any ideas on how to get any information out of him?
*JR pats his holstered pistol, grins and says*
Oh I think I do but I reckon the Captain wouldn't like it. How 'bout you?
*Pain nods and says as Simon finishes up*
Well I have a few ideas but seein' how it's Jack I ain't goin' to be enjoyin' carryin' out any of them.
*The three of them stand there looking at BlueMask pondering how they're going to make him talk.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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you might not do it dr. but i sure as hell will,
*pulls out knife and steps towards jack*
"hehe im gonna get me an ear"
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*Inara has returned to her shuttle, settling in front of the Cortex-screen, preparing to schedule some clients for once. Suddenly, the glowing blue screen is replaced by a bone-white face, long ragged hair covering dark, intense eyes. Numerous bruises and cuts dot his face, a bizarre patchwork of pain. Inara is the first to speak*
Umm...hello and who is this?
XIII: Names XIII. *His natural flirting kicks in, and he grins in a dashign manner, even with the bruises* That'd make you..*he shakes his head.* It doesn't matter. Listen, grab 13 quick, I've only got a short while before they figure I sent a signal!
Inara: Who? What? Who captured you?
XIII: JUst get 13 here ASAP. Tell him 'Orphan.' That's all you need. *HIs eyes flash to something unseen, and Inara gasps.* Oh crap. Write this down. *Inara, staying sharp in confusion, grabs a brush and paper, rapidly inking the brush.* I'm at Orphan's ship, probably six hours from you. My signal coding is: 76843. That's all you need. Make sure 13 goes alone. Orphan..*XIII is dragged away by hulking thugs. The screen shorts out.*
*Inara gathers herself, wondering who that was as she runs the notes up to 13.*
-13
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What are we playing here? 'How many sub-plots can we create in one chainstory'? 
River stirs and opens her eyes.
"Hi, sweetie. How you feeling?" Ertia gently strokes the hair back from her bruised cheek.
"Simon?"
"He's just down the hall. You want me to get him?"
River rises slowly. "No. Can't let them hurt him. Not his fault."
"Who? River? You should be laying down." Ertia tries to stop the girl but she pauses in the doorway and looks at Ertia with haunted eyes.
"Don't you understand? They will destroy us all, one by one. They tried 13, and then Jack. And they won't stop until we stop them."
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*13 is confronted by Inara just as he gets ready to operate. He tries to wave her away, but she shoves a beautifully written piece of paper at him. He scans the paper, and something unfamiliar crosses his face, something that Inara knows well.*
*Fear.*
FIVE YEARS AGO....
13: Christ, there's too many! *He is clutching two revolvers, occasionally firing from behind the makeshift barricade, a steel table. XIII is sitting beside him, an enormous, hybrid pistol in one hand. Beside him is a steel-haired man, a scoured Alliance force-rifle in each hand. Orphan.*
XIII: Shouldn't have tried to knock over that bank, huh?
Orphan: Yeah, the laser bars were a nice touch. Little unexpected, though...*He ignores the bullets whizzing over his head, calmly firing the dual force-guns, incapacitating two ALliance soldiers.*
*13 motions to a weakened section of wall, and Orphan unhooks a sticky grenade from his belt. He hurls it at the wall, counting silently.*
*The wall disappears in a cloud of dust, the heat singing XIII and 13's eyebrows. Orphan darts ahead of the two, casting a smoke grenade into the doorway of the hideout. XIII and 13 silently follow him into the night.*
*Outside of the hideout, a Hummingbird skiff is waiting the trio. They hop in, gliding towards High Charity. A graying man waves them over.*
XIII: Wes, tell Roker to take off! Alliance won't have the time to send gunships if we go now!
Wes: Do we have the cash? *Orphan nods, grinning widely.*
Orphan: Although, next time, I'd like it if your little gadgets worked out next time. Lasers almost took my head off.
*They rush into HIgh Charity, where Guy is waiting, .45 at the ready. He holsters it at Orphan's command, and High Charity takes off.*
(OoC: I have only the slightest idea of who Orphan is. I think Guy (A former High CHarity crew member, can help with background?)
-13
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