Special Branch: Motherhood for Heroes
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UPDATED: Friday, May 4, 2007 17:36
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OOC: Sure Jazaf, it'll be great to have some new blood breathe life into the story. Feel free to get stuck in so to speak
"I'm on my way" Kyra replied into her communicator before swiftly ending the transmission.
"Are we in trouble?" Julie asked, her voice anxious and concerned.
Kyra thought long and hard about how to respond. She didn't think they were in trouble. But how was she to know? She didn't know what the situation was, nor how this man Safe was going to react to it. Still, it was better to keep the young woman cool, and not frighten her into doing anything stupid - like running away and getting herself hurt by a trigger happy gunman.
"No, its just... it's best if we're all kept together in one space. That way, we're all kept safe."
The words seemed to calm the new passenger somewhat. Meanwhile the younger girl Linda trailed in front of them without a care in the world.
Then, Kyra seized the opportunity to ask a question that's been bugging her since meeting the both of them.
"How old were you?" she asked plainly
"Sorry" Linda replied, pretending not to understand the question, though secretly, she'd been hoping nobody would ask
"When you had her? How old were you?" Kyra's eyes stayed with the girl in front of them "You must have been young"
"Yeah. I was young."
Kyra waited for an answer. She recognised it was a tough subject for the woman, but needed to learn more about her nevertheless.
"I was fourteen." she admitted "Actually, we have the same birthday. I gave birth to her on my birthday"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Kyra dared not push the subject. She certainly didn't want to upset the girl, but all the information she got from her would help get under her skin.
"That was courageous of you to raise her so young" Kyra said
"I couldn't give her up, despite..."
Julie took a moment to gather her thoughts and Kyra realised the reason for her becoming pregnant so young. The verse was filled with all sorts of scum. And a little part of Kyra hated the fact that she was making the girl relive it.
"She's my daughter" Julie re-established.
And on that confession, they found that they had reached their destination.
Both crews were gathered around inside the bridge and tension was in the air.
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Vixen followed the crowd to the bridge wondering what the cafuffel was all about. Upon entering Wisp grabbed her by the collar and placed a gun into her hand.
"Vixen me and you got a job to do, lets go" Wisp told her while dragging her back out into the hall.
"Woa woa woa slow down your high horse there Willy what job??" She said pulling his arm off her and placing the gun into the back of her jeans. Shed already checked it was real, loaded, and clean in the split second between the rooms.
Wisp gave a embarrased look around "Err i dont quite know what the job is"
"So youve dragged me out of what looked like a great evening of interogation/casual torture for this??" She crossed her arms and spoke a few more derogatry sentances with her eyebrows while Wisp tried to formulate a reply.
"Well I dont know all the details but I DO know Soul is in trouble and Ive been told to help him??"
"By WHO?? Nobodys the boss of you rag tag do-gooders. I have half a mind to kick off and declare me leader at least then we'd get some work done"
"LOOK!" Wisp grabbed her by the arms and shoved her against the wall "He might not have time for your petty tantrums and I certainly dont so stop being a whiny brat and help!"
She stared at him for a second before nodding. Wisp released his grasp and headed off into the ship.
"Just so you know ill break your arms next time you grab me" She said following behind.
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From the Spectators Seat
Shiny! I'll tweak a few things then lay down my hand later.
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Soul marched into the bridge, a rather pissed off expression on his face. Jack followed behind, his expression one more of confusion than anything else. There was no pause in the ex-Expendables steps as he drew his dagger, the green runes glowing menacingly, and threw Liam up against the bulkhead. He placed the edge of the blade up against the other man's neck and gave him a glare that would have caused Hannibal Lecter to faint in fear.
"If you tell me that you had anything to do with this, I'll make sure that nothing stands between this blade and the wall behind you."
Liam swallowed hard and tried to squirm in Soul's grasp. "Had anything to do with what?"
Soul stared, his gaze unwavering, murder in his eyes. "Ciaran. Tell me you didn't know."
"Know what?" Liam practically screamed.
Their eyes were locked for another minute, and then, just as abruptly as it had begun, Soul released his hold and Liam collapsed to the floor.
The release of breath by everyone that had been watching was nearly enough to ruffle Soul's hair.
Sliding the dagger back into it's sheath, Soul found the pilot's chair and slowly settled into it. He looked around at all the faces, some familiar, and some not, and began to tell his story.
OOC: Depending on the responses, I may or may not post Soul's story. I'm not sure if I've let enough slip about his life to give you all enough to go on. Let me know!
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Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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"Guys! We need to start using are heads here and less threats of violence. A guilty person is not going to admit anything under threat of pain because admission will lead to death. A innocent person isn't going to admit anything because there is nothing to admit. If you are going to start torturing people I want none of it and I'll be leaving. I've been wanting a beer for three hours now."
Scorpion Regent
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“This is a story I haven’t told anyone in a long time, and I’m not even sure I’m going to tell all of it. I’ve been around a long time. Where I’m from isn’t important, but the fact that I’ve been traveling among the stars for about 500 years is.”
Soul paused a moment to let that sink in.
“I’ve gone by many names over the years, but this is the one I always come back to. I’m sure that if you look hard enough on the Cortex you’ll find mention of a ‘Soul’ at quite a few points in history. Bottom line, I just don’t age, and I can’t die. Sure, I’ve been killed more times than I care to remember, but every time, I wake up somewhere else in one piece. Oh, and I can phase out of this dimension, which allows me to travel through walls, as well as retrieve things from elsewhere in this dimension.”
He paused again, and looked around the room at the faces staring back at him, some with wonder, some with incredulity, and still others with a cross between fear and anger. Then there was Safe wearing a knowing expression, as if his suspicions had finally been confirmed. Soul took a deep breath and continued.
“I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time, at least not until I found a few people who accepted me without question, something I haven’t had in a long time. Not since Ciaran.”
Liam glared at him, but Soul ignored it.
“About fifty years ago, I met a woman who changed my life. Her name was Ciaran, and I told her everything. I held nothing back, and she fell in love with who I was, not who I pretended to be. She became a rock for me, something I could finally hold on to. You have no idea what can happen to a man after 400 some years wandering the black. I didn’t quite become a Reaver, but I sure came close. Then I lost her. She was shot the day I told her what I could do, before she could even respond. All I saw of the shooter was a tattoo of a laughing skull wearing a jester’s hat on a red diamond background. I didn’t get a chance to chase after him, though. Ciaran was dying, and with her last breath, all she said was "You are...me..." Then she was gone. I chased after the shooter then, but I never caught him. When I returned to Ciaran, though, her body was gone, too. No explanation.”
Soul turned back to Liam, his eyes burning once again.
“Care to tell me how, fifty years later, in the middle of the black, on a derelict transport, I see the woman I love, alive?”
“I…don’t know,” Liam replied, softly. He glanced up at Soul, his face softened. “I honestly don’t know. I only know her as my wife.”
“I’m not sure she’s even truly that.” Slowly, Soul reached into a pocket and pulled a tattered photo of Ciaran out of his pocket, one that he had carried with him ever since he lost her. He passed it over to Liam.
“Is this your wife?”
To everyone’s surprise but Soul’s, Liam shook his head. “No, I’m sorry.”
Soul took the picture back and slipped it into his pocket. “I didn’t think so. I met her in the corridor earlier, and she did something rather interesting. I don’t think she’s really your wife, Liam, or my Ciaran. She can mess with people’s minds, making them see her as someone totally different. That’s why I saw her as my Ciaran, while you still saw her as yours.”
“Wait. She’s not my Ciaran?”
Soul lowered his head. “I’m afraid not. Which means that either she has your wife somewhere, or…” He let the thought hang in the air. “She’s somewhere on one of these two ships, and since she can make people see her as someone different, the only way to weed her out is to get everyone from both ships together and find the duplicate.”
One of Liam’s crew perked up. “There’s a meeting room here that would be large enough.”
Soul looked over at Safe, and the other man nodded. “Fine. Let’s get everyone together.”
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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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OOC: Oooh, plenty of good stuff to sink our teeth into. Excellent! I'll try and post either tonight or tomorrow. My sister's getting married at the weekend, so doubt I'll have chance to then 
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OOC: Oooh, plenty of good stuff to sink our teeth into. Excellent! I'll try and post either tonight or tomorrow. My sister's getting married at the weekend, so doubt I'll have chance to then
OOC: Tell her congrats from all of us!!!!
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OOC: Yes, indeed!!
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And a heart full of rain
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Boros; Helo Detainment Facility
The Warden blankly stares out of a nearby window while the remainder of his guards try to salvage what they can from the jailbreak. Without turning he continues the conversation “So, you‘re after….Them are you?”
“No, I‘m only after one individual, I‘ve heard he was seen traveling with them.”
“Yet the bounties on the others are of no interest to you?”
“They don‘t concern me as of yet but, He does.”
“What‘s wrong? Afraid they might be too much for you?” the Warden jokes.
“I never start a job until one is completed.” came the curt reply.
The Warden turns, frowning at the young man standing in front of his desk. The young man in question was known simply as Kurren. He had a reputation of only accepting one job at a time and of being an expert knife fighter. His skin revealed his African heritage, while his slightly slanted eyes suggested that he shared genes with those of the Orient. He wore loose cargo pants that held several knives clipped to the belt loops. “It‘s just as well, they are not even on the planet. By the reports I received the fugitives made a stop at Carson‘s Hovercraft.” The warden’s face became slightly flustered “before they… disabled one of my Interceptors.” Kurren smirked, “Sounds like they‘re a resourceful bunch. I might get to have a little fun with them.”
‘Bounty Hunters….what an odd lot.’ the Warden thinks to himself, as Kurren exit’s the room.
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“Mr.Carson! Open Up!”
Kurren took a moment from knocking on the door and looked at the Mules laid out in the yard. Some of them seem like they haven’t been serviced in months, he could easily spot no less than four with large rust spots. The door creaked open behind him and a weak voice answered from just beyond, “What you want?” Kurren turned around to see a woman with scraggily hair with a nasty bruise on her neck, obviously the reason her voice is light and strained. “I have some questions for Mr. Carson about the….visitors you had a while back.” Kurren put an emphasis on visitors hoping the lady was smarter than she looked, fortunately, she was.
“James! Feller out here wants at chat ‘bout the Kuh Wu Cheong Bao Ho Tze Se Duhng that wot took our kids!” Some shuffling and a few grunts could be heard approaching from behind the woman. When James Carson finally made it to the front door Kurren couldn’t help a cursory glance and the man. James was a little shorter than Kurren but he suspected the icepack suspended between the businessman’s legs had something to do with that. “They did this, want you to know that. To me and the Mrs‘s” James said, motioning to his affliction and to his wife’s neck. Kurren merely nodded not wanting to voice his opinion based on James’ alcoholic breath. “They came, demanded a few of the ingrates that are in my care, battered me and my wife and then flew off. One of them even threatened my life.” James continued with his wife nodding emphatically, “I never caught their names but they went and rustled my wards. Ain‘t no way in the Verse those folks can cared for them better ‘n me.”
Kurren could see he wasn’t going to get the information he wanted from these folk so he thanked them for their time then walked away into the showyard.
Among the Hovercraft, Kurren looks up into the sky as if looking for a trail left in the clouds.
“If I was running from the Feds…..where would I go?”
OOC: I'm using the Serenity RP Guide as a reference on this, just so you know.
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