Special Branch and the HUGE Hospital Bills
POSTED BY: WashsYoungerSexierBr
UPDATED: Tuesday, October 10, 2006 23:15
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At this point, the situation is this -
Having evaded the Epsilon's previous owner, Safe, with Citizen and his crew on board the two ships, the Epsilon and the Dagger, has returned to Boros, to meet up again with Seryn, Needy, and hopefully Wisp and Vixen. Seryn and Needy had remained behind in the flight to look for Wisp and Vixen who had plummeted to an uncertain fate during a tussel. They (S & N) had managed to find Vixen, and in attempting to get her medical help, had ended up in the local jail, where Vixen previous misdemeanors where uncovered and got her sent to the Halo facility - an Alliance prison on the planet. S & N were freed, and after a brief mooch around a local bar, decided to set off for the town that the facility was in, and try and find some way of locating Wisp, (who unknown to them had been found by three kids, Truth, Shadow and Ghost, and sent to the hospital) and rescuing Vixen.
Safe had left the crew completing repairs to the Dagger, and hired a hover-mule , in which, unknown to him, the small child Ghost was hiding. Getting into town just as S & N were heading that way (don't you love it when its all neat like that?)
In the larger town, Soul, now dressed in a uniform of some sort, joins them, and Safe gets hold of scrubs for them, and they prepare to try and infiltrate the hospital in search of Wisp, when the boy himself emerges from an alley way. Overjoyed they go to greet him, and only realise they are being ambushed by Alliance troops when it is too late.
Surrounded on all sides by purplebellies, they have little option but to try and get back to the mule and fight their way out. In an effort to confuse and disorganise the soldiers, Seryn attacks and trys to incapacitate their cammander. With a pencil. It turns out to be a really stupid thing to do, it doesn't work at all, and triggers a firefight in which all but Needy and Soul are injured in some way.
All are moved to a secure section of the hospital, and treated as their captors, a group called The Crimson Guard, see fit.
Also in the hospital is a man, one of the doctors, who claims to be a member of the underground movement, and is working on a way of getting them out.
Hopefully soon, as if Wisp keeps writing himself treatment like this, he's going to be paste before long, and no nifty manouvering is going to get him out other than in a bucket.
Also, back on the Epsilon, Rosie, the tree lady who they made friends with on the first night there, has been attacked and pretty brutally savaged by a very creepy shady little character, so i would say that she is no more, but fear not! TRM has promised us that he's not through with the baranch yet.
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Hello and welcome to the THIRD thread of special branch!!!
The two previous threads can be found at:
Special Branch: Unbound
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=20504&m=319991#319991
Special Branch: The Chasing Of Wild Geese
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=21730
Hope You all Enjoy!!
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OOC: Thank-you WYSB and TRM!
Squinting at the light, Safe can make out two figures standing in front of the chair he’s strapped to.
Safe straightens up. “It’s about time you guys got me outta there.” He smiles at the figures. “Your men coulda been a little more gentle. I had the situation well in hand…”
“Cut the crap Captain. But that title doesn’t apply anymore, does it?” One of the figures says impatiently “Or should I just call you Seth, or Franklin, Oh, I know … Safe…” He sneers the word. “Not such a fitting handle for you, now is it.” This last statement brought laughter from the other figure.
“Who are you?” Safe asks, trying to buy some time to figure things out.
“That is not important. What is important, the reason for our cozy little get together, is that you have some information that we would like.”
“Umm… don’t pee on an electric fence??”
“Ha ha ha, very funny Franklin. Keep it up and you’ll find our humour a little painful. Now tell us about the anomaly.”
‘Hunh?’ “Well you see, the electricity travels up the pee and zaps Mr. happy….”
The first blow snaps Safe’s head back.
“Now that was uncalled for.” Safe says, shaking his head.
“The space anomaly, tell us about the space anomaly. Your friends have told us most of it… after a little…persuading.” Both men chuckle.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
One of the men stands next to Safe. Placing his hand on Safe’s shoulder, he leans down close, digging his thumb into the bullet hole. “Oh, we think you do know.”
Safe grits his teeth at the pain. The room swims. “There you go...” he gasps trough his teeth “working without tools…”
Safe’s hand snaps up, grabbing the offending thumb and bending it back quickly until he’s rewarded with a loud popping noise and the resulting scream.
The other figure jams a taser into Safe’s neck, causing him to convulse releasing the other man’s thumb.
“So, we’re going to do this the hard way. Your choice.” The first figure gasps holding his thumb. “The boy, Wisp, cried like a baby when we broke his legs” Safe gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles going white.
“Soul… well money was his only motivation. He walked out of here a rich man.”
“The companion, the woman, and the little girl… well, we had a different form of spirit breaking for them.”
“You’re lying…” Safe says with a flat tone, barely containing his anger. His legs and arms tensed as he strained against the restraints.
“Your friend, Seryn is it? She broke after only an hour of “fun” in the soldier’s barracks. The little girl didn’t last an hour…”
There was a squealing of metal as the chair holding Safe broke free of the floor. Covering the distance between himself and the man with the broken thumb in a heartbeat, Safe tackled the man to the floor.
“YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH EH?!?” Safe screamed at the man, his face inches from the other. “I’ll play rough alright!!” With that he head butted the man in the face, shattering his nose.
The interrogator looked up through the blood and pain at the wildman pinning him down and felt fear for the first time.
Safe continued to head butt the man in the face, oblivious to the kicks from other interrogator. Finally, setting the taser on max, he jams it into Safe’s neck. Safe convulses. It seems to go on forever, the smell of burnt hair filling the room, until Safe drops.
Interrogator 2 press a button on the desk. “Send a crew up here to clean this up.”
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Earlier:
“Well I’ll be damned” Safe muttered with restrained delight.
Needy turned to look upon the figure behind them. A figure from beyond the grave
“Wisp”
His excitement over the fact though was soon dampened when a voice whispered into his ear
“Remain calm.”
It was the Serenity-form, standing there with knowledge of what was about to happen
“Wh…”
“Trust me.”
Before Needy could ask what was about to happen, the truth became clear.
Soldiers had begun to surround them. No way around. No Escape. The renegade crew were about to know the penalty of rebellion.
Needy turned to the being standing beside him. “You knew? Why didn’t you warn me?”
“This is how it must take place. You need to trust me. All will become clear in time”
“You’ve said that before” Needy mutters under his breath, not wanting anyone to know he was talking to something only he could see, yet again. Not that it mattered, at this point; his friends were all taking cover from the bullets that ricocheted around them – witnessing one of their own apparently talking to himself was the least of their problems.
“Do you trust me?”
Needy hesitates before replying “Yes”.
“Good. Now do exactly as I say”
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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“Alec” remained in character until he had left the news building far behind him.
He had never had much love for the media. All too often, they would spin a tall-tale and if the story was true, then it would no doubt be biased to some extent.
Having said that, he knew there were some reporters out there that strived for the truth. Their stories reflected that, what was written was the unbiased, cold hard truth. But stories like that were few and far between. Normally, some big boss would step in and twist the story for their own means, or because they felt that the people wouldn’t want to know
“Let the people decide” was “Alec’s” opinion. “Don’t tell us what we want to hear. We want the truth”
Ironically, he had just been involved in perverting the same truth he worked to maintain.
He didn’t want to do it, but as hard as it may have been for him to admit, he knew that some lies needed to be told… for the safety of others.
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket he fingered the envelope of money he had been given by Carl Perry, the editor of Boros Band – the only network he could respect. As he had told the man back in his office, he didn’t do this for the money. What he hadn’t told him though, was the real reason he had done it.
Pushing past the envelope he found his mobile cortex and pulled it out.
Quickly hitting the “recall” button, he waited for the man on the other line to pick up.
Instead, he got a woman.
“What’s up Jay?” Flechette answered
“Is Jack with you” the man that had previously gone by the name “Alec” responded.
“Yeah, he’s here.” She moved the cortex so that the video screen showed Jack seated next to her, flying what he assumed was the copter they had picked up not so long ago.
“Hey Jay” Jack called, balancing his attention between the conversation and his flight path.
“I’ve just been to see Perry.”
“And?” Jack asked
“It’s done.”
“Good”
“As far as they know, Needy’s dead”
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Milton had felt strangely comfortable sitting with Versa, even though they had only just met.
But even so, he was slightly unnerved by the whole situation.
He knew the underground resistance existed – who didn’t? – but even though he never truly saw them as the bad guys, he couldn’t exactly picture joining them. Sure The Alliance was not to be trusted, but could he trust this group either? There were just too many questions. Not only that, but even if the resistance was full of the most noble and righteous people he’d ever met, he’d still be committing to a dangerous life. Could he live his life constantly in hiding, looking over his shoulder all the time to make sure he wasn’t about to be killed?
He didn’t know. He had not known a life like that except in the movies. All his adult life had been spent training to be a companion. To go from that to being a fighter for the resistance was a tough concept to grasp.
A buzzing interrupted his thoughts.
It seemed the co-pilot had received a call on her cortex, though Milton struggled to see who the man on the other side of the call was or what exactly he was saying. He could here a word or two, but nothing too clear.
He managed to guess they were talking about a job, and he was sure that the man mentioned someone named Perry.
Versa began to talk to him about trivial matters – how he was doing, his life as a companion – but all he was interested in was what was going on.
Then in the middle of the noise of the copter, the wind and Versa’s questions, he heard two words that terrified him
“Needy’s dead”
Suddenly, he was no longer merely unnerved and hesitant, but now more determined than ever. These people were responsible for the death of his mentor.
He may not have been a fighter, but he was damned if he let them get away with it.
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Lizzie banged on the door of the basement room three times then once then three times just as theyd told her. She was terrified. She had been dragged from her ordinary life to treat a man who was her perfect man in a coma a few days ago and was now barely a pile of flesh.
The door opened and the suited man stood there again. His jacket still bore the specks of blood that had come from his recent torture sessions.
"Is he ready for us to continue??"
"NO" She replied trying to be firm as her voice trembled "He needs immediate medical care"
"You just gave him that. He still hasnt told us what we need to know"
"Youve beaten him within an actual inch of his life, Have you ever thought he might not know???"
"Were almost certain he doesnt"
"Then WHY continue??"
"In case he does"
"Well if you so much as hit him again his body wont be able to take it. His kidneys have already started shuting down and hes lost more blood than the textbooks say you can. You either let me treat him or he WILL die"
The man pondered for a second. "Fine" He said with obvious disappointment and agression "But he does not leave this room. Go and fetch whatever you require and bring it back here"
"He probably needs SURGERY i cant do that here!!" The man stepped close to her so she could feel his breath on her face, it smelt of nothing like a machines exhaust more than air.
"Do not try me girl. If you take him out of this room I will make you watch as we finish him off then do things to you rapists and paedophilles would be abhored at" She could have screamed and cried and collapsed at his words. The lack of emotion and something in his tone scared her.
She ran off to gather supplies for the dying man who still didnt have a name.
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Ghost sat silently in the corner of the now empty room. All the captured adults had long since been taken from the room. The other adults hadn't been back in since.
She wasn't entirely sure they knew she was still there. She was really good at being invisible.
But now she was bored.
(ise working on a longer part but i thought i'd post something for her)
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At the end of his shift, the doctor exchanged his soiled scrubs for casual clothes, and made his way out to one of the local bars. The knee surgery had been a new one – intensive and extremely fiddly, but it was rare that he got to do that kind of work. He had to remember to thank her for pissing people with guns off in his area.
After a few pints spent propping up the bar and chatting with the owner, he retired to his normal table, and gradually fell into conversation with a drunk at the next.
Their conversation centred mainly on the drunks appreciation for fine scotch, and the bountiful charms of the barmaid, but after a while, changed to the slightly less well trodden subject of the new inmates at the medical facility.
Shortly after the drunk raised himself to his feet and went to try and sample the barmaids charms for himself, and in short order discovered the cobble stones of the alley behind the building.
Along a seemingly random route, he slipped through the concealed entrance to a small courtyard, and through the privy houses beyond it into the tunnels below.
Avoiding the waste tunnels, he took a complicated series of turns, eventually finding himself in the cosy headquarters’ of the Boros Resistance, with more than just a little juicy gossip to share.
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The lift went down for at least 3 minutes at a fair pace. She felt underdressed in her grey jumpsuit next to the smartly dressed youngster. She hadnt washed in days either, She could see the boys nose twitching and his politness being strained and inwardly she blushed. She hadnt blushed outwardly since she was 8 and a boy had smiled at her.
When the doors opened the room was entirely not what she expected the floor was sand the walls were a strange blue hologram which gave the perception of miles of sea and blue sky beyond. There was a deep blue pool straight infront which curved round to her leftending by the door. She walked to the right to see a man sitting on what could only be reffered to as a throne surrounded by young scantily clad girls.
Her embarrasment was now leaking out of her. She was usually the warrior type but the stress and conditions she was now faced with made her feel just like a little girl again. With a gun she could be someone. She could do anything strike fear into the hearts of men, conquer any challenge and overcome any obstacle. Now she was just her.
The man was in his late fifties with grey hair. He wore a pair of hawaian shorts with a matching shirt. When he saw her approach he waved his arms and the girls left his side and began froliking in the pool. She approached him and stood with her arms crossed across her front.
"Miss Goddard good to see you can i get you anything?? Drink??"
"Im fine" She replied tersley
"Yes yes. Do you know why youre here??"
"No. But of you want me to be one of your groupies then youve got another thing coming"Her gaze was stern and unfaltering
"No no theyre petty crooks who were brought here for the benefits if people like me. You are here because someone on the outside likes you"
"Thats a pretty narrow list gramps, U sure youve got the right gal?"
"Yes, You see im a member of the resistance. Not active as the prison system doesnt allow me all kinds of freedoms. Anyway, We have become interested in a group of people the alliance are questioning and they are connected to you. Ive been requested to keep you safe until you can be released"
"Released???"
"Figure of speach rescued more like. Till that point theres a spare room down here for you and some clothes and a washroom"
She didnt respond although she wanted to jump for joy and scream with happiness.
The young man pointed to a door behind the throne and stepped through.
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OOC: Woah! I've been busy for way too long!! I'm going to post Soul's interogation tomorrow, so don't get too far ahead please!!
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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