Life Onboard Serenity- Into the Black II
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Sunday, June 4, 2006 17:21
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*At Ertia's insistance that he call his Uncle, Pain got up from his seat and headed for his bunk. Once in his bunk he went to the vid screen and turned it on. He opened a secure channel and proceeded to wave his uncle. Pain's Uncle came into view with a chipper look on his face. He said to Pain*
Howdy Pain didn't expect you to wave so soon what's happening?
*Pain replied in a serious tone*
Nothin' good I can tell you. My Captain's ship has been tagged by the Alliance. There's a pretty good chance that if we make it into Alliance space we'd be blown up or taken into custody.
*Pain's Uncle took in the information and replied*
And what do you need me to do my boy?
*Pain responded*
Well our attempts to change our ships sig have failed. I was wonderin' if'n you still had one of those cargo vessels available.
Pain's Uncle nods his head and says*
I'll go check but what you're asking me is going to cost you a few favors from you and your Captain.
*Pain nods his head and replies*
I understand Uncle. I'll inform my Captain of what you told me and I'll have you wave him.
*Pain's Uncle smiles and says*
Good good I'll be glad to talk with your Captain.
*One of his Uncle's gun hands whispers something into his ear, his Uncle's face lights up as he tells Pain*
Pain tell your Captain that I have one of the vessels ready for loan. It ain't much and it could use some engine work but it's flyable.
*Pain replies*
Xie xie Uncle. It was good to talk with you.
*Pain's Uncle replies*
It was good to talk with you too son.
*Pain smiles and ends the transmission. He turns off the screen and makes his way up to the galley. Ertia looks to see Pain enter the galley and says*
So Pain? What did your Uncle say?
*Pain smiles, walks over to her and kisses her. He looks into her eyes and says*
It's a deal. My Uncle will give us a ship but in return he wants the Captain to do a few jobs for him.
*She looks into his eyes and says*
Well I'm sure the Captain won't mind the work or the good news.
*Pain smiles and heads off to the bridge to tell Mal.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*Instead of Fly heading back to her bunk, she thought it might be a good idea for her to eat someting. She heads to the galley and passes Pain on his way to see the captain*
Pain: Hey Fly. You ok?
Fly:Yeup, good to go Pain.
*He looks at her kinda confused, but lets it go. She makes her way in the galley.
Fly:Hey Ertia,,,,whats cooking
*When no one can see her, she extends her right hand a little, it's starting to tremble she makes a fist puts her hand in her pocket.*
Ertia: Heya Fly. Stew should be done, check it out.
Fly:OK Ertia, sure smells good *she goes to the stove, takes spoon and tastes the mixture* Hmmmm sure is done Ertia. I'll set the table
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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Ertia breaks out the last of the dinner rolls and digs up some processed cheese. Something bothers her and she watches Fly closely as the other woman samples the stew and proclaims it good.
"Nothing special. Just a recipe from the One Pot Spaceship Cookbook." Ertia grins. Wash had given her his copy, figuring that now he had Zoe he wouldn't need it anymore.
She's almost ready to dismiss her concerns about Fly, when there's a clatter as a pile of spoons falls from her hand, just missing the edge of the table.
"Oops." Fly tries to brush it off with an embarrassed grin as Kaylee swoops in to help pick them up.
"The wild cry out." River whispers from the doorway, her gaze fierce, "I see the changing of the faces."
"At least it was spoons and not grenades." Jayne grumps from behind River. He's still holding his bruised chest where Wolf shot him.
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*Fly walks over to Jayne, lays her hands on the table and leans in close to him and says*
'Don't you ever, ever, judge my ability to performe in battle when needed....I've backed up many a men...and will back up many men till I die......*she leans in closer her eyes right in his* and trust me, many a men will back me up......and by the way Jayne,,,*she pushes him in the chest, lightly with her index finger of her right hand* You better be careful casue it may not be just a flesh wound you sport on that chest of yours....
*she grabs a bowl of stew and says* Ertia, you may not think this is anything specail but tis very good....my friend,,,,this is good....very. I'll take this to my bunk ifn't you don't mind.
*She leaves to her bunk....In her bunk her hands are shaking wondering if this was the worst thing to do, to stop taking the pills that Simon gaver her. But tis better to be back as a whole than nothing at all....she tries to eat the stew...little sips at first....then she grabs the bowl and trys to suck it down....
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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Astounded at Fly's outburst and her following stammering, Ertia watches her go.
Jayne sits down at the table and fills his own bowl, rubbing where Fly had poked his bruise. "What's got her in a hornets nest?"
"The wild cry." River whispers again, her eyes wide as she drops gracefully down the step, "They cry out loud in her."
Kaylee and Ertia exchange a helpless glance. Ertia swirls her dinner to cool it. "Let me eat and I'll go check on her."
She pours a generous measure of sake for herself, taking a deep swig, then slides the bottle over to Jayne.
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*Just as she finishes the soup in the bowl she sits on the floor and puts the bowl down. She sits rocking on the floor not knowing why. But then again she does. She feels the hyperventalation starting. She feels sick to her stomach. She starts to sweat as she continues to rock on the floor, back and forth. There is a rush of heat and cold through her body. She feels the food working it's way back up the way it came. She runs to her sink and expels the half digested food. She wipes her mouth with her hand, runs the cold water, washes her face and rinses her mouth, panting at the sink like a sick dog. Somehow, she finds her way to her bed curled up in a fetal position.
"Don't forget to call him "Sir." He likes that."
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Location: Bridge
Mal said to Pain as Pain relayed what his Uncle told him*
So your Uncle's gonna give us the cargo ship in return for us doin' some jobs for him?
*Pain says to Mal*
That's right sir. I expect the jobs would mostly be of the illegal smugglin' kind and the like. My Uncle's a good man sir he wouldn't turn on his own family.
*Mal replies*
I don't reckon he would Pain but I'd like to speak to him my ownself if you don't mind.
*Pain nods his head, gives Mal the wave number, and says*
Yes sir Captain I fully understand.
*Pain leaves the bridge and enters the galley. He sees Jayne, Ertia, and Kaylee sitting down and eating, while River just stared quizical at the contents of her bowl. He grabs himself a bowl, sets it down, and pours some of the piping hot food into it, trying not to spill too much. He picks up a spoon and napkin, grabs his bowl and sits down next to Ertia. She smiles at him and says*
So what'd Mal say Pain? Is he going to take your Uncle's offer?
*Pain spoons some of the soup into his mouth, swallows and says*
Don't know yet Captain said he wanted to speak with him in private.
*Ertia responds*
Oh ok then. Well I hope everything goes shiny otherwise we'll be humped.
*Jayne snorts and says*
Like ya two haven't already.
*Everybody gives Jayne a scournful look as he says*
What?
*Kaylee smacks Jayne in the arm and says*
Why you always gotta be so mean Jayne? Jus' cuz you ain't got anyone doesn't mean you have ta take it out on everyone.
*Jayne gets up and says*
Cause like the Cap'n said, Shipboard romances tend to complicate things and because I hate havin' to listen to them ruttin' all the time.
*Jayne leaves the galley with his bowl before anyone could say anything.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*after mal goes*
wash" ok wolf, got any ideas on how to fly under the radar of about a hundred ships?"
wolf" actually yes, i had to do this once on my old ship, the heart of haven, could you leave please this is an old family secret."
*wash walks out*
* wolf flicks three switches and slides under neath the panel, he fidles with some wires and comes back out, he takes hold of the controls and as wash comes inthey smoothly dissapear off of all radar screens for 2 sectors*
wolf" there we go, i just made us slide under the radar like a well oiled snake."
wash" hahaha, same old wolfie, always full of ideas in flight class, how bout you fly shotgun?"
wolf" sure."
* he sits in the other chair. at that moment mal walks in*
mal" so wash you fixed our radar problem?"
wash" nope my old buddy wolf did."
mal" old buddy? gorramit, how come everyone else knows this guy, and i don't."
wolf" i worked with almost everyone on this ship at some point or another, exept for you, zoe and the cyborg."
mal" ..."
* he walks out*
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A hiss, the skitter of small claws on deckplates and Jayne's exasperated "Gorram cat! Dunno why no one ain't spaced you yet!" coming from the corridor announces the little grey tabby as she bolts into the galley.
She looks behind her nervously -as if she expects Jayne to follow her back- her tail puffed out and ears flat. When the big merc continues on his way, she sits down and licks casually at one paw, regaining her dignity.
Looking pointedly at her empty bowl then up at the people around the table, she cocks her head and meows plaintively.
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good to see you back kitty!
*wolf walks into the gally*
wolf" well hey there kitty cat, *reaches down and strokes shipscat* what are we gonna do about bluema... i mean jack? should i space him?"
it would be fun and remove a troublesome sub-plot
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