Faolin's Crew
POSTED BY: johnthetheatrefreak
UPDATED: Friday, June 9, 2006 02:18
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Awww your character looks so cute in that pic. 
Darren had stashed his footlocker in his bunk and had finally found the common shower room after a half an hour of wandering around. He entered the room, closed the door, set the clean set of clothes down near his towel on the counter, and turned on the water. Once the water was to his liking he stripped off his gear and clothes and stepped into the shower. Darren spent ten minutes washing and singing to himself letting the water carry away all the grease and gunk that had accumulated on him.
Darren shut off the water and stepped out, walking over to grab his towel, and dry himself off. After he completed that task, he donned his clean clothes and hung the tool belt and jumpsuit over his right arm, along with his towel. He stepped out of the room refreshed and ready for what tomorrow would bring. Darren then headed to his bunk, opened the hatch, climbed down the ladder, hung his tool belt on a wall hook, hung his jumpsuit next to it, and climbed into bed, turning the lights off as he fell asleep.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Suddenly the ship grumbled and the power went out.
The captain was up in a jiffy (sleep never came much anymore anyway) and ran to the engine room Darren was already there and under the engine.
"What'd you do to my bird?"
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Just as the power cut out, the doc was entering the galley. The red emergency lights came on, and as he squinted to see who else was in there with him, he stumbled and nearly fell.
Gail and Banner, the new merc, turned and watched him from where they sat at the table. It was immediately apparent to them both that the doc was highly intoxicated.
The mercs watched in amusement as the doc struggled to make it the few meters from the doorway to the table without falling, where he unceremoniously plopped himself into a chair.
Grinning at them like a fool, the doc's eyes finally focused on Gail and, although slurred and off-key, the doc bust into a song.
DR LUAP: (Any similarity to a well known verse song is purely intentional)
"Gaaaaail! The man they call Gaaaaail!
Likes to speeeeend his nights in jaaaaail!
With his butt in the air, he has narry a care.
He'll bend over double, at the first hint of trouble.
Keeps his abs like a rock, and his lips on a co... *WHAM*
Gail has punched him squarely in the jaw, knocking the doc right over the back of the chair. The doc drops to the floor like a sack of dirt, and as he hits the deck, already unconscious, a bottle of pills rolls out of his pocket. And a flask. And a syringe. And a rolled up baggie.
BANNER
What's up with this guy? (Nudges the doc with his toe)
GAIL
Don't know. But he's been itchin' ta pick a fight with me ever since he got on board.
BANNER
Well, he sure seems to be stocked up with pharmaceuticals!
GAIL
He's some sorta city-slicker doc-ter, or somethin'.
BANNER
No! It couldn't be? Did he say what his name is? Was it Nagap Luap? (Gail nods) I've read about this guy! He's been kicked out of over a dozen hospitals on the core worlds! It seems he has a weakness for his own medicines.
GAIL
You tellin' me we gotta gorram druggie for a doc-ter?
BANNER
Oh he's actually a pretty good doctor, but only when he's sober. If I remember it correctly, he was on duty, and high as a kite, when there was a major ship crash on Persephonie. He gave a bunch of people the wrong meds and they nearly died. That's when they told him he couldn't practice medicine on any of the core worlds ever again.
GAIL
So the Alliance sent him out here to practice on us?
BANNER
Seems to be.
DR LUAP (muffled and still face down on the floor)
Gaaaaail's a guy who likes maaaaales... he he he!
Gail kicks him none too softly in the ribs and the doc shuts up again
BANNER
He's apparently a bit of a homophobe, also.
GAIL
Yeah, I rekon, but I aint no homo just cause my name's Gail, and I'll prove it! HEY LOVE SLAVE! Shanti! Git yer pretty little butt down here!
To be continued...
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流口水的婊子和猴子的 笨儿子。
Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze.
"Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey."
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After hearing the crash from the galley The captain prayed that Darren knew what he was doing and walked to the galley just in time to see Gail holding a firearm to the Doc head.
"Gail off and I'll have no using of our cook. So my docs on drugs perfect." To Banner "Get them off of each other and get him to the infirmary if something explodes Me and Darren might need him."
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Post moved to below, where it makes more cronological sense.
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Shanti made her way into the galley in the dim red emergency lighting, quickening her pace when she heard her name yelled.
She entered just in time to hear the Captain's voice, "Gail off and I'll have no using of our cook."
Leaning on the doorframe, she watched Banner yank Doc Laup to his feet before turning to the captain, and saying softly, "Thank you, Captain. But I 'spect now the whole crew knows, won't be long before I'm doing double duty."
She doesn't sound resentful, just resigned, and is surprised when Captain Faolin frowns at her, "Not on my ship. How about seein' to some breakfast?"
"Aye aye, sir!" Shanti gives a salute and a smile before hurrying into the kitchen. She looks sadly at the bread dough, risen and ready to bake. "No fresh bread, though, unless our Darren can get the power back up."
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Darren was about to answer the Captain's question when Faolin ran off to the galley. Apparently some of the crew were fighting but that didn't bother Darren. He took out a DataPad, hooked it up to the ship's computer and downloaded the schematics of the engine. He unplugged the device (about the size of an iPod) and looked over the schematics.
"Ai ya whoever designed this engine was operatin' on fumes." Darren swore under his breath.
He scanned the schematic and located the compression coil assembly. He opened his tool box and went to work.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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The light hurt as Nagap forced his eyes to open. He knew from experience that if he looked in the mirror they’d be bloodshot to a comic point. Comic if only it didn’t hurt so much.
He sat up, immediately regretted it, and lay back down. He couldn’t quite decide which hurt more – his aching head, his eyes, or his jaw. His jaw? That meant he’d probably mouthed off to someone and gotten himself punched out again. It happened often, during one of his “episodes” when his self-loathing and self-destructive tendancies were at their worst and he wanted someone to beat the crap out of him, but he couldn’t remember any of the details this time. He hoped he hadn't made any new enemies aboard the ship, especially among the mercs. He tried to think back and put the pieces together.
He’d taken a new job on the Dragonfly class ship Polythemus… was it really only yesterday? It felt to him like a lot longer than that. Usually it was days or weeks before he could no longer resist the blessed oblivion that the drugs brought on. He knew that now he’d be able to resist them for at least a little while, now that his system was polluted with them, but eventually the memories would return, and once again he’d turn to the chemicals to silence them. Either that or to a pistol, but he knew he was too weak for that way out.
He sat up again and this time the pain was manageable. He looked around, and as his eyes began to focus he realized that he was in the medical bay, not in his bunk. The main lights were out, and the emergency illumination was all he could see by. The red floodlights made it appear that all of the equipment was coated in a thin layer of blood. Blood everywhere. Just like back on…
He pushed the thought away, and focused on the present. Someone might have gotten hurt. There might be work to be done.
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流口水的婊子和猴子的 笨儿子。
Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze.
"Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey."
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Banner watches Darren repair the engine, a heavy black cigar dangling from his mouth, spouting dark gray smoke. He's about to light another when Darren speaks up.
"Could you not smoke in here? Ain't good for the engine."
"Why not? It was smokin' before!"
Darren shakes his head, and orders the big merc out, grumbling loudly and ditching his stogie.
"Damn mechanic..."
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13, First Mate of the 'Heart of Haven'
and Honorary Forsaken
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Banner watches Darren repair the engine, a heavy black cigar dangling from his mouth, spouting dark gray smoke. He's about to light another when Darren speaks up.
"Could you not smoke in here? Ain't good for the engine."
"Why not? It was smokin' before!"
Darren shakes his head, and orders the big merc out, grumbling loudly and ditching his stogie.
"Damn mechanic..."
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13, First Mate of the 'Heart of Haven'
and Honorary Forsaken
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