Firefly Universe

Take turns writing "The Adventures of Jeremy"

POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Thursday, February 26, 2004 05:29
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004 11:43 PM

Cleremy, all sixty tonnes of him, was petrified in place. His ooze covered tendrils hung in mid-air and his skin rapidly darkened to a dull black. The muffled sounds of splintering wooden beams and shattering glass from beneath the creature heralded to the group that they were not yet entirely victorious.

The blackened Jeremy husk collapsed in onto itself. Cleela observed, face twisted in suspicion. "You're not getting away that easily!" she exclaimed, and with three graceful swings of her katana created a hole down to the next level and jumped through.

"This is more like it!" Teela B beamed.

Succatash spun in slow circles in his jar as Jeremy clutched him to his chest and gasped for breath. "He can't get outside! If Fox discovers where we are located, all is lost!" the head cried.

---

Kilometres away, Carl studied through his field binoculars as a monsterous creature fell from a fourth story window, followed by a girl. He grinned calmly.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 12:22 AM

"He can't get outside! If Fox discovers where we are located, all is lost!" the head cried.

"Well, then why are we still here? Come on, let's go!" Teela B exclaims.

She pick's up Tash's head in anticipation.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 6:56 AM

Teela pulled the jar of Succatash out of Jeremy's hands, and hugged it protectively. She crouched in defense, and painfully protected Succatash.

Danger was all around her, and she began to feel a little warm.

"What are you doing?" Succatash gasped. "I... can't breathe...."

"Sorry, Succatash," said Teela Brown. She stood up and turned the jar 180 degrees. Succatash rolled his eyes, and bubbles floated to the top of the jar. Teela Brown looked a little flush...

"EVERYONE STOP!" cried Channain. She held herself tall, and spoke with authority and just the right touch of madness. "The Cleela Clone has given chase to the Evil Cleremy. We must have faith she will succeed in destroying It."

Channain paused and stared into Jeremy's eyes. After several moments, she spoke loudly, "Jeremy and Teela must be given armor and weapons, and then be sent back to 2004. They are ready."

"What about me?" Succatash asked.

"What about you, Succatash?" Channain answered. "You are already there. And for that matter, so am I."

Bitterly she added, "We ALL are. Let's return Jeremy and Teela Brown to 2004 and save Firefly, and therefore the world."

"But how can we get back? Who are we fighting? And with what weapons?" asked Teela Brown. She smiled excitedly and added, "Can I have a magic sword or something?"


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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 9:38 AM

"A magic sword you already have, though unaware of it you were." Everyone turned in surprise to see the Master standing behind them, chuckling sagely.

Channain bowed low and backed a few feet away, mumbling under her breath. "At last, at last. I knew they were the ones." she said.

The Master walked quickly to Jeremy's side, and looked him up and down. Jeremy watched the Master's glee as he moved his hands rythmicly in magical motions, gathering speed and intensity.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 9:53 PM

Faster and faster the hands of the Master whirled. Teela and Jeremy could begin to feel themselves fade, their bodies being ripped through time and space.

Suddenly, there was a loud THUNK! as a cantaloupe-sized rock landed on the head of the Master. The whirling hands stopped suddenly keeping Teela and Jeremy trapped in the wrong time.

The Master fell over, though he did not look quite dead yet. A loud "Nobody move!" came from out of the shadows. Teela grabbed Jeremy by the arm and tried to run for it. They heard a loud buzzing noise and they were suddenly trapped in nets.

"Oh crap." she heard the Tash head lament. "I'd hoped we wouldn't arouse her attention..."

"Whose?" Jeremy asked.

A doze muscular, leather-clad young men moved out of the shadows, stragely shaped guns aimed at our intrepid heroes.

Teela said, "These aren't the goons of the FOX execs?"

"No," Tash replied. "It's worse. They work for...her."

Channain wailed "No! Not the traitorous one!"

"Yes," Tash said as the bulky men started taking the nets off his jar. "I'd know that tacky style of dress anywhere. Those are the minions of Kala the Hutt."

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 9:57 PM

"And she'll make you pay, you unthinking Broancoats!" said the largest of the minions as the group was rounded up at gunpoint.

"Huh?" Teela said. "This makes no sense at all! I know Kala. Shouldn't she be on *our* side?"

"I'm afraid not," said the Tash head. "She's had it in for us for a long time now. She blames us and our boycott of FOX for getting The Simpson's cancelled. She'll never forgive us."

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 11:40 PM

"Wait, wait, wait...you mean we actually got a boycott started?" Teela said.

"Yes," Tash replied.

"It's not just a pipe dream?"

"No."

"And the Simpsons got canceled, and no one, NO ONE, was willing to pick it up!? I mean, come on, it's a show about everyone watches. That channel would recieve SO much money."

"Well..." Channain and Tash started.

To be continued by whoever picks this up...

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Thursday, February 19, 2004 12:41 AM

"It was pretty small potatoes when it got started," continued Channain, "until one of the Simpson's writers happened to see a small unruly crowd of folks all wearing brownish-colored coats hanging about the FOX lot singing something about Cantonese Heroes or somesuch, and walked over to ask them what it was all about..."

Tash continued, "The Firefly DVDs were passed around among many of the Simpson's writers and even Matt Groening got a hold of a copy, and pretty soon Bart started inexplicably saying 'Eat my shorts, Gorramit!' and Lisa would go wild-eyed and ramble on about how 'One goes into the house of 11 11 times, but always comes out one.'"

"But the beginning of the end," continued Channain, "was when the animator for 'Itchy and Scratchy' finally watched the Firefly DVDs in a sleepless 15-hour marathon and immediately swore revenge on the bastards who cancelled this amazing show. This, coincidentally, was also the time that Scratchy began to increasingly resemble..."




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Thursday, February 19, 2004 12:53 AM

...Rupert Murdoch."

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Thursday, February 19, 2004 12:58 AM

"...resemble who?!?" Teela replied when she heard the answer.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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