Life Onboard Serenity-Into the Black Part III
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Saturday, June 10, 2006 22:49
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"So, if they don't fit, can I wear them?" Kaylee asks, her golden brown eyes wide with excitement.
"Of course!" Ertia fake sighs, "You know, my job is sooooooo horrid, having to buy pretties just cover my activities."
"We all here?" Mal comes back down from the bridge.
"Except 13." Fly looks around, as do the others, but 13 is nowhere to be seen.
"Well, he ain't here then he don't get a say." Mal leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest, "Now, as you all know, we've got some decisions to make. We have to get this meat off our boat. We have to get Serenity a new registration number, and we have to keep off Alliance radar while we do it."
Everyone nods, and the Captain continues. "We've got a good paying job with Bob, but it ain't gonna be enough to buy us a new reg number. Any suggestions y'all got, I'm open to hearin' 'em."
Ertia glances at Pain, "What's the timeline on the job for Pain's uncle? Any chance we can get the meat delivered, then do the job? If we can just get to Londinium, I may be able to figure something with the reg codes."
Her voice is hopeful as she looks around for suggestions.
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*Everyone at the table talks amonst themsleves as Pain raises his hand and says*
You know I could just ask my uncle. See when he wants us to do the job.
*Mal says to Pain still a little frustrated*
Why don't you go do that Pain.
*Pain gets up, nods and says*
Yes sir.
*Pain gives Ertia a smile as he leaves the galley. Wolf walks in looking like he got hit by a freighter and says*
Sowwy guys I'b 'een habbing a code for the last few days and hab 'een in my bunk since then.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Ertia moves to the kitchen and puts on a pot of tea for Wolf, who doesn't look so good.
Simon makes a face, "I told you to come by the Infirmary when you came back onboard."
"Doc, ibs jest a colb." Wolf snarls, taking the cup of tea from Ertia.
"And a cold can spread through this ship and infect the entire crew, and we got work to do! We get done here, you go by the infirmary and get doctored!" Mal directs.
Wolf grumbles, but just then Pain comes back in.
"Well, what did he say?"
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*Pain looks at Wolf then to Ertia and says*
He's givin' us three days to do it.
*Pain walks over to Ertia and says*
What's with Wolf? He looks like he got hit by a freighter.
Where is everyone?
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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hiding?
"Right. That settles it." Mal stands up and brushes off his hands. "We do the Beylix job first, pull whatever salvage we can in the process."
He turns to JR, "Contact Miss Sybil, and let her know that we're gonna be..." He glances at Wash, who holds up two fingers, "Two days later than we'd planned, but we'll be there. Don't go to mentioning the Alliance trouble just yet, though, right?"
"Ertia, you get your contacts in line, keep looking for an out for that trouble." Mal whirls to Pain and Fly, "Let Mr Cameron know we're good to go."
"The rest of y'all, button down the ship and clean her up. Stash anything we ain't supposed to have where it won't be seen."
He glances to Simon, "That includes that masked man you got. Any change in his condition?"
Simon shifts uncomfortably before quietly admitting, "No." He rubs his nose with one hand, "I'm taking him the ventilator tonight. If he can't breathe on his own..."
"Best do it now, Doc. No sense in waiting." Mal answers him. "Wash, plot us a track to Beylix. Wolf, think you can pull that disappearing ship trick again?"
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OoC: grrrr, I hate, hate, HATE netscape, must get something new, the process will be long, grueling, and painful, like when I make a stinky, but it must be done
see you when my internet actually works, but for now, I'm gonna have wolf's cold
*finally comes out of his bunk, sneezing his head off*
where da heck did dis code cub frob?
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
-try it out, I dare you
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OoC: Guys and gals, I so heartily apologize for not posting more. With my young'uns over at my place more often during the summer, I don't have as much time to post. 
Guy, try Firefox or, if you have a Mac like me, try Safari or Camino. 
Everyone dies alone.
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That blows Guy. Hope you get something better soon. JR it's ok man.
*Pain heads out of the galley, walks down the stairs leading to the infirmary, and walks across the cargo bay. He walks through the airlock and through the tube connecting Serenity to his uncle's ship. Pain knocks on the airlock door, waits for them to open. When the Genghis's doors open Pain is greeted by two of his uncle's men. Pain says to the one on the left*
I need to speak to my uncle please.
*The large black man grunts and says to Pain in a burly voice*
Follow me.
The two of them step onto a cargo lift and ride it to the second floor. From there they walk through a corridor, up a flight of stairs, and come to a stop by the Captain's quarter's. The gunman says to Pain*
Wait here.
*The man presses the com button and says*
Mr. Cameron sir your nephew is here to see you.
*Pain's uncle's voice responds over the com*
Please send him in Harland.
*The gunman named Harland replies*
Yes sir.
*Harland opens the hatch and closes it once Pain enters. Pain looks over the room and notes the decor. Uncle Bob speaks up*
So Pain what did your Captain say?
*Pain smiles and says*
We'll be takin' the job immediately. Can I use your com?
*Bob nods and says*
You're family of course you can use the com.
*Pain nods his head and says*
Xie xie uncle.
*Pain hits the button to patch in a call to Serenity and says over the com*
We are a go Captain. What do you want to do about the crates we sent over?
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Those crates have to get delivered... do we split the crew? We still have the "un-named" we took on from High Charity, and what-not, we could send them, maybe along with Zoe and Jayne?
Ertia heads back to the quiet of Shuttle 2, protien bar and a mug of coffee in hand.
She was already planning her next angle of attack. They had a chance for some salvage action; she should tap into the security feeds for the scrapyard on Beylix, see what she could find might be worth something. And gain some intelligence while she was at it.
Then there was the registry code thing. Maybe she could watch for the entry of another Firefly registry into the database and kipe it? That would leave a trace, and a duplicate registry number...
Maybe she could...
"Ertia?"
...tap into the new ship registry and see if she could alter a code for something just off the...
"Ertia!"
production line. Check with Hell again, he might have an
"ERTIA." Zoe's hand falls on her shoulder and she jumps half a foot in the air, her coffee splashing all over her hand.
"ZOE! Wou de ma!"
The warrior just looks at her for a moment, waiting for her to calm down, "Things we aren't supposed to have onboard includes that fancy pistol of yours. Get it stowed."
"Oh, right! Sorry, Zoe."
The First Mate walks away shaking her head.
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