Life Onboard Serenity: To Londinium and Beyond!
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Tuesday, June 27, 2006 03:09
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Ertia stands up a little shakily and hands Pain Jayne's empty sniper rifle. "Yah. I'm okay. That was... there's alot of blood down there."
For a long moment she looks over the edge of the catwalk, staring at 13's silent, split-up body. Finally she whistles out a long breath, pushes her hair out of her face and says, rather unfazed, "Oh, christ. Is he dead? Again?"
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"Yeowch." He looks down at his lower half disconnectedly, squinting. "That's a problem."
"Not dead, E. Just a..*yawn* setback..someone help me up? Try not to slip, there's quite a lot of blood."
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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'
'Maybe he's Canadian!'
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And hydraulic fluid, Ertia notes as she and Pain make their way down to the cargo bay. Pain hits the airlock button, shutting them off from the other ship, and taps the com, "Wash? They releasing that tractor beam or do we gotta go over there and exchange pleasantries?"
Ripping tie lines from a crate, Ertia starts biting them into short pieces, tying off the various tubes and veins that are leaking fluid out of 13.
"I can't feel my legs." He quips, and Ertia's forced to giggle, although she's kneeling in inch deep blood and gore.
"We'll get em put back on. Don't you worry." She glances up as Fly comes over, reholstering her guns.
"Oh, 13." Is all she says before kneeling down and helping Ertia.
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"Send the signal. The transmitter should be in his pocket." 13 jabs a finger at Orphan's corpse.
Dani rushes to it, tearing open the pocket and delivering the transmitter to 13, panting monstrously.
"Thanks, girl. They'll leave once they know Orphan's dead. That man was their strength."
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
The Dying Angel has left Serenity, leaving behind their dead men, including Orphan. 13 is still lying in the cargo bay, staring at Orphan's body. Most of the blood has been cleaned up.
Everyone is helping to clean up the battlefield, hauling bodies to be spaced, mopping blood, digging out slugs from the walls.
Nobody has come near Orphan's carcass.
"Who was he?" River asks 13, standing behind him, still barefoot despite the blood.
"What you would've become. A nothing. Like me."
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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'
'Maybe he's Canadian!'
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Ok I won't be on the computer due to the fact I have company over. I'll be back on in several hours.
*Pain muttered to JR as he kicked a dead body into the lower cargo hold*
Just great I wanted to relax and spend some quality time with Ertia and what do I get to do? I get to clean up a bunch of ruttin' dead hun dans.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Her hands are sticky with blood and hydraulic fluid, and her jeans and tank top are soaked through with it.
She turns care of 13 over to River and Fly and stands up, watching Pain kick body into the lock with unnecessary force. Admittedly, she feels rather like doing more violence herself.
Angrily, she strips off tank top and jeans, her bloodied boots and socks, and drops them into the lock as well, ignoring the others as she heads straight for the shower in only her bra and panties.
She supposes it's indicative of the mood of the ship that Jayne doesn't even whistle as she strides past him.
She's had enough blood, she thinks, as she steps into the shower and scrubs down quickly to conserve water for the others.
Clean, she wraps herself in a towel and heads to the infirmary, just sticking her head in long enough to see that Mal is sedated, and Simon is working silently and efficiently to repair the damage.
Heading back to Pain's bunk, she looks longingly at the tussled blanket, the pillow still holding the indentations of both their heads, but she pulls on her long gypsy skirt and a loose blouse, leaving her feet bare.
She'll buy new boots on Londinium. *If they ever got there.*
Ertia pushes that thought aside and heads to the kitchen, reheating the dinner and setting the table, although her appetite is utterly gone.
"FigIZZIT!" The mutant pet wanders into the kitchen and Ertia throws it a piece of chicken, hoping to shut it up.
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Ok I'm back albeit a little tired and hot *curses at Central California's crappy weather*
*Pain was tired, his pants and shirt had splotches of blood and brain matter on them, his boots didn't fare any better either. Pain kicked the last of the dead merc's into the lower cago hold and said to JR*
Think you can handle the rest of the go se?
*JR looks at Pain and says*
Yeah sure it ain't nothin' just some scrubbin'.
*Pain nods and heads for the autowasher. He unstraps the leg holster, takes off the shoulder holster, and places them on a nearby hook. Pain then strips down to his boxers (which he luckily wore having to save the crew from looking at his naked body) and throws his clothes and boots into the autowasher. He takes the holstered weapons and heads for the shower. Once inside the shower room he turns on the shower, takes off his boxers, sets his weapons down near them, and steps inside for a quick shower. After five minutes have passed he towels himself off, puts on his boxers, picks up his weapons, and heads to his bunk. He passes through the galley, notices the smell of food and Ertia, walks over to her, places a hand on her waist and says*
That smells good.
*Even though she's been through hell in the cargo bay she manages to turn around and smile at Pain. She sees him standing their in nothing but his boxers and says*
Well I'm glad you think so. You and Jayne will probably be eating most of it and why are you in your boxers?
*Pain places a kiss on her forehead and says*
Had to wash my clothes. Thought I'd head to my bunk and get some clean ones.
*Ertia replies taking in the sight of Pain*
Perhaps you should do that then. Unless of course you plan on eating like that.
*Pain jokingly says*
What this old thing? It's more of an evenin' look.
*Ertia tries to hide a smile and says*
Just go get some clothes on babe. You can prance around in your evening wear later.
*Pain puts his hands in the air in mock surrender, the holstered weapons hanging from their straps and says*
Alright alright sheesh.
*Ertia gives him a firm hug and a kiss as Pain leaves for his bunk. She hears his bunk's hatch open and close and returns to the food cooking on the stove.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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No kidding! It's 98 up here on the mountain today! I can only imagine how you poor folks down in the valley are doing!
Ertia smiles to herself as she watches Pain head for his bunk, savoring the memory of his kiss as she admires his departing backside. Lordee she loves to watch him go!
"Ertia, perhaps you could kindly close your mouth before you drool in our supper?" Book's voice teases her from across the counter and she has the grace to look embarrassed.
"Figured you'd be down praying over the captain." Ertia can't quite keep the worry from her voice.
"Well, I reckon once our fine Captain is up and can see what a mess we made, we'll all need his prayers alot more."
"We? Were you shooting?" Ertia asks in surprise, but Book just smiled enigmatically as the others start to file in, drawn by the smell of food.
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Well it's currently a 103 where I live. But I'm not bothered by it cause I'm sitting next to the cold AC 
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*Pain threw on some clean pants, shirt, and boots. He slid his belt through the belt loops of his pants, buckled it, and reattached the leg holster with his pistol firmly in it. He dumped the shoulder holster on his desk and looked at the mess that was his bed. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the room. It still smelled of sex, but he didn't mind. He quickly took off the sheets and pillow case and threw them into the duffle bag full of dirty clothes. Pain pulled the drawstring closed and heaved the bag over his good shoulder. He climbed up the ladder and out of his bunk. He closed the hatch and saw people in the galley getting ready to eat. He walked through the galley and heard Wash say*
Hey Pain whatcha got in the bag?
*Pain responded*
Just my dirty laundry.
*He exited the galley before Wash could respond and headed to the autowasher. Once at the machine he opened the door and took out his dried and freshly cleaned clothes and boots. He was currently barefoot but he didn't care as he dumped the contents of the duffle bag into the autowasher and hit the 'ON' button. He stopped by the infirmary to check in on the Captain before heading back to the galley for some grub. He thought to himself as he climbed up the stairs*
Please Buddha just let this day go by without another hitch.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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OoC: I've been reading everything y'all have posted, very intense and exciting. Again, I apologize for not posting. I'll also say thanks for not killing off my character!!!
By the way, Pain, Ertia, you mentioned central Calif. I've been to Fresno, Sanger and Reedley before, been awhile tho. Have a bunch of relatives in those two small towns. Also a couple of uncles in Palm Springs. Loved going to Yosemite and Sequoia Nat'l Forest.
Everyone dies alone.
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