RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 7
POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Friday, January 30, 2004 16:12
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Slight stands up, noticing every move the crew makes, from the strong, tough-looking womans nod to the pilot, to the not-so-subtle seduction attempt by the woman decked completely in black. He can see the wincing Damon tries to hide, and the strained emotional looks fleeting between the captain and the Companion. He can hear the demons voice in the back of his head, whispering, reminding him he wanted to see all of it. It had been his choice.
"Look, I first want to apologize for the trouble brought upon you and yours, Captain. And while I'm sure I appear to be a young upstart in your eyes, much like that old soldier of yours who mailed himself to you, I doubt the Shepard here is even older than me."
OOC, I'll finish this in a second, I swear
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Slight clears his throught, and continues.
"I'm sure you've all heard of the Blue Sun Corporation. They've put more than a few parts in every ship that flies, and sell eveything from," Slight points to Jayne, as he continues, "clothes, to Core property. But much like I believe you to be, Captain, this corporation is a front, a means of which to do work towards something much larger than a few stitches of clothing. We, at the innermost circle, are interested most in," Brink stares at Simon, and swallows, "human upgrading. Improving the human body, and," Slight closes his eyes, trying to hold back the tears, "the human mind."
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Damon's turn:
Location: from cargo bay to common room
After hearing the doctor tell him he can survive for a bit longer if he takes it easy, Damon carefully climbs the stairs and follows the voices to the common room.
The first thing that catches his attention is the smell of food and it reminds him that he hasn't eaten in a long while. He's surprised at how many people are present and takes a moment to glance everyone over- and count whatever weapons that are visible- as the captain starts talking.
"I didn't fight half the planet's Feds to die on this boat," he says firmly, still standing near the door. He points to Brink. "This chunren told me he had a ship and I followed him cuz otherwise, I'd be dead. Now I want to know who you are and where I am."
He sighs as Brink takes the opportunity to appologize, trying to keep his frustration down. He leans against the nearest wall, still eyeing the food in the kitchen, and adjusts one of the severed handcuffs still tightly attatched to his wrist. The gorram things were beginning to cut into his skin and he's getting tired of putting up with them.
Still listening to Brink, he examins the handcuffs and makes a face when he realizes that this Alliance go se doesn't open with a key and therefore can't be picked with a pocket knife.
He looks up when Brink finishes. An uncomfortable silence follows and from the looks that the doctor is getting from various people, Damon guesses that he has some connection with Blue Sun as well.
"What is this? a boatload of ex-Alliance?"
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Brink feels his rage build. "I never was Alliance, wang bao dahn. The Blue Sun seceded because they couldn't deal with the luh-suh way it was handling, us. They wanted their damn psychics now!" Slight stops, catching his breath and staring, opened eyed, at nothing.
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Rowan's Move:
Listening to Slight, it seems to Rowan he's working up to some kind of a confession.
Improving the human body and mind? Could it be Xiang was right all along?
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Damon's turn:
Damon voice rises in reaction to Brinks name calling. "Well what about that glove of yours! huh? You may be able to get by most folks with them recognizing it, but I sure as hell know what it means so you better give me a better answer than that."
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Slights breathing becomes heavy, as he struggles to reign in his rage. "You know nothing about what that glove means." Slight stares for so long, his eyes begin to draw the blood faster in Damon, just as the weapon the Powers used an Ariel does.
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Book's Move
Location: Galley
Book appears, in great stature, stepping between the shouting Brink and Damon, who though still only a few feet away from each other, look closer to pulling guns than throwing fists. Book ahems, lifts his hands and deftly sets a bowl of stew into Brink's and Damon's hands before they can reach for their guns.
Book looking at each of the shouting men in turn
"Gentlemen... don't fire your guns in here."
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Slight starts gulping air and sitting down. "My apologies, Shepard. And my gun is with the captain, currently." Abruptly, Slight stares at teh wall. "Umm, which one is the pilot? Because there's is definetely troube coming towards us, at about half burn."
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Rowan's Move:
ROWAN (softly): Now how does a shepherd learn how to diffuse hostilities with so little effort and so much authority? Is it a Biblical gift, or does seminary offer a specific curriculum for for something like that?
Having been poised, ready to hit the floor should bullets start flying, Rowan settles back again. Zoe had also been ready to pounce, and is now glaring darkly at both young interlopers. Reassured that the crew isn't afraid to take appropriate measures when need be, Rowan lets her sandals drop to the floor. Drawing both legs up, she folds them effortlessly into lotus postion and resumes observing as she finishes up her meal.
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OOC: DAMN fine post, Maniac!
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