RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 11
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Monday, March 15, 2004 03:00
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Thorne's move:
Location: Ruins of Thorne Farm
As he (BOOK) nears Thorne, he stops, tucks his Bible under his arm, and wipes the tears from his eyes.
[THORNE senses the presence of someone near, and looks up.]
THORNE:"Hello, Preacher. Welcome to my home. Pull up a rock and sit. Sorry there's no Welcome Cup ready for you. Hospitality at Thorne Farm has declined these past few years."
[The two sit in silence for several minutes.]
THORNE:"Shepherd, it may be Providence that you came along. It's not in my creed, and I don't believe it's in yours, but I'd like you to hear my confession, if you would. I have things I need to say."
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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MAL's Move:
Location: Cargo bay
MERZ:Clearing her throat she states in a firm voice "My hands are free at this time. Are you in need of an extra engineer?"
[Hearing a voice behind him, where no one should be, MAL turns, drawing his pistol. He finds himself aiming at an attractive young woman with long blond hair, somewhat unkempt. She is carrying the usual hitcher's collection of junk.]
MAL:[starting low and building in volume and intensity]"Ni ta ma de. Tian xia shuo you de ren dou gaisi Every Gorram time I turn around there's another. Momma told me 'Guan ni zi zi de shi qing, and I try. But every bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro stray in creation has to show up and try to tai-kong suo-yo de shing-chiou doh sai-jin wu di pigu."
[MAL briefly entertains the fantasy of kneecapping this latest unwanted surprise and shoving her off the ramp.]
"So who the Hell are you, little missy, an' what's your sad story? I know you got one. Did Daddy make you do housework? Do the shops here not carry your brand of smellum-good? Do you crave adventure in far-away places? Why shouldn't I just leave you here as a snack for the dingoes?"
"No. Don't even answer. Don't talk at all. Just drop your crap over there an' get to work. I give up. I don't know why I even pretend to be Captain around here any more. Wuh de tyen. Gou zao de.."
[MAL holsters his pistol, somewhat regretfully, and heads out the ramp towards the conex, muttering a stream or curses in english and mandarin.]
EOM
Ni ta ma de. Tian xia shuo you de ren dou gaisi = Motherhumper! Everyone in the universe should die!
Guan ni zi zi de shi qing = Mind your own business.
Bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro = Stupid inbred sack of meat
Tai-kong suo-yo de shing-chiou doh sai-jin wu di pigu = Stuff all the planets in the universe up my butt!
Wuh de tyen = Dear God in Heaven
Gou zao de = This can't get any worse.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Slight makes his way to the port shuttle, opening the hatch with ease. 500 plat seems like a good salary to start with.
Feeling the red haze creep around the edges of his vision, Slight hurriedly grabs the inhaler, and breaths deeply through the filter, holding it for a few seconds before sighing with relief. This little bao bei is gonna come in handy, later on in life. And now maybe he can enjoy the regular cigarettes without them being so damn medicinal.
With a whince, Slight can suddenly see his father again.
"No, dammit, I said fifteen feet, not inches!"
Harold Helsing, First Power of the Blue Sun, was never one for kind words.
The four year old, tears running from his grey eyes, runs towards the wall again, teeth bared in anger. He can do it this time, he knows he can!
The boy falls on his back from ten feet. Helsing comes forward, and slaps the boy back to the ground as he struggles back up.
I'm talking about geese.
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The boy continues to cry, but silently. He can never make much noise, never ever. "Boy, what do you think this is, summer camp? You think you get to go out and save the Core from Reavers?"
The boys eyes ache from all the tears. "I would never stop your creation, fath-"
The man kicks him across the ribs, sending him back against the wall so that the boy is standing. "That is never to be spoken," he hisses. "You think you can go blabbing the Suns true purpose? There's nothing you don't owe the Blue Sun, understand?"
"Yes, father."
The man bodily picks him up, and throws him a across the room. Despite the shock, the boy lands on his feet, hands up in a defensive position. He can feel something snap behind his eyes. "You are NOT my son! You refer to me only as 'Sir,' dong ma?" When the man comes closer, he stares at the boy, suddenly afraid. With another snapping position, the boy can see himself. His breathing, once racked from the exercise and crying, is now calm. His muscles are relaxed, not screaming with pain. And he can feel the fear, as blood pours from his own eyes, seeming to taint his iris's. With another snap, he returns to his own body.
The old mans breathing becomes rapid. "Yes," he whispers. "That would work."
He suddenly turns, striding with purpose towards the door. "Exercise is over for now. Injections will be in half an hour. And surgery will start immediately afterwords." He tosses this over his shoulder, suddenly utterly unaware of the human soul crumbling behind him.
The boy falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. He doesn't care that they're bloody tears. He's having the first vacation in a month. Half an hour. . .a time of paradise.
The boy stands up, wiping his tears away.
He is unaware that it his birthday today. He will never know his birthday. But he has thirty minutes to himself, and that is enough to know today is special.
Another room away, Harold Helsing informs his doctors of the retinal surgery he has planned. Helsing leaves, adjusting his blue gloves. He whispers to the hallway.
"I'm sorry, Brink. . .my son. . ."
I'm talking about geese.
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Book's Move
LOCATION - RUINS OF THORNE FARM
Book feels the need in Thorne's voice.
"I will." he nods.
The air heavy with emotion, Book waits for Thorne to gather his words.
EM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
MERZ:Clearing her throat she states in a firm voice "My hands are free at this time. Are you in need of an extra engineer?"
Damon turns to see a woman standing at the foot of the ramp with her hands slightly raised.
Quote:
Originally posted by Geezer:
MAL:[starting low and building in volume and intensity]"Ni ta ma de. Tian xia shuo you de ren dou gaisi Every Gorram time I turn around there's another. Momma told me 'Guan ni zi zi de shi qing, and I try. But every bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro stray in creation has to show up and try to tai-kong suo-yo de shing-chiou doh sai-jin wu di pigu."
"So who the Hell are you, little missy, an' what's your sad story? I know you got one. Did Daddy make you do housework? Do the shops here not carry your brand of smellum-good? Do you crave adventure in far-away places? Why shouldn't I just leave you here as a snack for the dingoes?"
"No. Don't even answer. Don't talk at all. Just drop your crap over there an' get to work. I give up. I don't know why I even pretend to be Captain around here any more. Wuh de tyen. Gou zao de.."
Damon glares at the captain angrily as Mal walks down the ramp toward the container. What the hell does he know about drifting? Sitting cozy on his little boat eating fresh vegtables and stew.
Gou zao de... The captains words echo in his mind, pulling memories forward unbidden.
Quote:
Damon was lying on his bed, listening to his favorite music, grinning from ear to ear when his mother opened his door. He pulled off his headphones.
“Your father’s home. He wants to see you,” she said.
Damon frowned and sat up. “See me? What the hell for? I didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t know, just get downstairs.” She paused at the door and turned back. “What’s with you these last couple weeks? You’ve been…”
“Happy?” he answered, jumping to his feet.
“Yes, happy. You’re not on something again are you?”
“No.” His smile widened. It’s my birthday in a few days, he wanted to scream. My eighteenth birthday. Freedom. Free to get the hell out of here, away from him. No more screaming, no more bruises, no more blood, no more broken bones. Sweet freedom to travel the ‘verse, get a job and a girl, make money. Live a life. Excitement boiled inside him until it exploded into uncontrollable laughter and then a long whoop of pure joy. He laughed all the harder at the sight of his mother’s confused look.
“Damon, I swear, if you are blowing money on drugs…”
“No, no I’m not,” he assured her. I’ll leave that to you and Dad when I’m gone, he thought. That shiong-mung duh kwong-run is always ranting about how useless his son is, how he’s a waist of money. “Never again,” he promised and strode down the hall grinning.
He entered the living room where his father and a very rich looking stranger stood waiting. Standing to the side were four more men who had ‘henchmen’ written all over them. Why did he feel like he had just walked into a trap? He stopped a good distance away from all six men and immediately frowned at his father’s appearance. “You’re sober.”
“Miracles do happen.”
“Yeah, they must.” Damon indulged in a careless sneer.
His father kept a straight face, but his gray eyes betrayed the glimmer of a smile that sent a shiver down Damon’s spine.
“You on drugs, boy?” the rich stranger asked.
Damon glared at him. “Gwon nee tze-jee duh shr.” He turned to his father and folded his arms. “What do you want?”
His father slowly raised a piece of paper, holding it for Damon to see. Damon’s gut twisted into a knot; it was his birth certificate. His brain raced for an explanation but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what the hell his father would want with his birth certificate. Something wasn’t right and he suddenly felt a very strong urge to be out of the room.
“Know what this is?”
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Thorne's Move:
Location: Thorne Farm
THORNE:" Thank you, Shepherd.
This is where my family lived, for five generations. They’d be farming here yet…
I was on the command staff for the defense of Hera. I developed a strategy that would use the terrain to our advantage and minimize destruction of the farmland.
It was a good plan, my plan. We’d put up token resistance in the valley, then fake a panicked retreat through the pass. A low-intensity fight, and not much chance of collateral damage to the locals. When the Fed front-line force was well into the mountains, we’d drop my commandos back here, pick up the cached weapons, and plug the exit. Our main force would ambush the Feds up in the wild where there were no civilians to get hurt. My men would also capture rear echelon troops and hold them in the valley as hostages.
The commanders and execs of the decoy units were the only ones on the line that knew the real plan. It had to look convincing when they fell back. We never figured they’d all be lost before calling the retreat. That was when things started to go wrong. The units in the Valley decided to be big damn heroes and fight it out. All our reinforcements were in ambush positions back in the mountains and couldn’t get here. My troops couldn’t drop. The Feds were sitting right on the caches. Eventually, they got tired of losing men in a conventional fight, pulled their ground forces back, and just slagged the whole valley.
My father was all for Unification. He figured it was a good thing. But the Alliance flag flying in front of his house didn’t save him. I didn’t save him…or the rest of my family. Five thousand non-combatants lost in a few minutes. And the planet lost a week later. All because of my plan, and the ‘Heroes of Serenity Valley’. Hurrah."
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Slight suddenly notices something outside. HIs abilities work, only just, but enough to tell him that Damon is talking to. . .no one.
Finished with the startup, he wanders back outside. With air blowing through the hatch, he figures no one will argue too much to his cigarettes. Placing his glasses on, he goes down to see Damon taking with a girl. With a shock, he realizes. . . There's no one there . Slight wandesr towards them, not speaking but listening to the conversation between Damon and the girl. His eyes sweeping up, he can see that the clothes have been worn down, broken in. The past few. . .days, looks like, have shown themselves on her face. But behind her eyes. . . is nothing. He lights a cigarette, wondering to himself. Did the First Power ever mean to design those 'ghosts,' people who were cloaked to the sensitives? WIth Davis in charge, who knew?
Slight edges in closer, curiousity sparking behind his mind. He might learn something, while he's waiting for Thorne. Reflexivly, he sends him a mental warning.
>Rosie. We have to move. Now.<
I'm talking about geese.
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Damon watches Slight emerge from the recently started up shuttle and put on his glasses. He makes his way down from the catwalk watching the newcomer.
Damon glances at the shuttle, before returning his critical gaze back to Slight.
"Going somewhere?"
OOC: Is Slight taking the shuttle or one of Thorne's ships?
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
LOCATION - RUINS OF THORNE FARM
Book keeps his eyes out on the valley as he speaks.
"I've read as much as I could about that battle... what happened on both sides, the strategies involved. I'm sorry to say it, but I doubt your men would have even got the chance to fall back through that pass. The feds had dropped a half dozen garrisons into that mountain pass in a flanking maneuver. They were waiting for you."
Book takes the Bible into his hands and opens it to a worn passage about forgiveness. Suddenly, a wind picks up across the valley and rushes towards the seated men. It catches some loose pages tucked into the back of his Bible and scatters them across the dusty ground.
Book stands quickly before the wind can blow the pages further away and goes to the first. Kneeling down to gather the page, Book wonders for a brief moment if he should purge himself as well. Perhaps it's time to share his own role in the battle for Serenity Valley.
EM
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