RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 12
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 23, 2004 21:45
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OOC: maybe down play that a little Ciara. He's definately shocked and creepified- River brought back a memory, but he's not completely lost in space. 
great writing though. I'll work with it.
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
"Son...son can you hear me?"
Damon feels someone shake him gently. He shoves his memory aside and finds himself still staring at the girl in the kitchen.
"Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh," he mutters, absently rubbing his burn. He glances down at his arm, wondering if she had seen it. But, like always, it was covered by his shirt sleeve. He looks back up at River.
How did she know any of that? She did say it right? I didn't imagine it. I'm not crazy. I've lost a lot of things over the years but not my mind. Gorramit, how did she know?
He pulls his gaze away from River and tries to stand up, but two pairs of hands gently keep him in the chair. He immediately shrugs the hands off and looks up at Inara and Book warily.
Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh = Holy mother of god and all her wacky Nephews
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley
Book pulls Inara back a step as Damon comes back to himself and swings out an arm. Gently leading Inara to an alcove in a corner of the galley, Book gets a towel from a drawer and takes the memory stick from his pocket.
"Simon's gone. You and I need to watch out for River."
Book hands Inara the memory stick as she starts to protest. Book hushes Inara down and says in a quick whisper.
"This is a retina and dna encoded memory stick. It has a message for each of the crew. I was planning to give it to the captain first, but... well, give it to the captain when you've looked at it."
Book pauses and looks meaningfully at Inara.
"If you want me to give it to him instead, I will understand. Just return it to me quickly. I feel a great weight on my shoulders."
Book leaves Inara in the alcove with the memory stick in her hand, and he goes out to the spilled beer. Dropping the towel on the mess, he goes back over to Damon, who appears to be giving River the evil eye.
EM
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SIMONs Move – created and posted with permission.
LOCATION - SERENITY VALLEY
He is out of sight, next to the Gyrfalcon, watching Serenity battle the fighters. He is a doctor and he does not rejoice in anyone’s death. But when the laser cannon fires for the first time, he is obscurely glad that they managed to get it installed – that Serenity can defend herself.
They must have been working on it while he was saying the last goodbye and before . . .
Quote:
On the way out of the engine room he picks up the rucksack he left at the door, the taste of her still on his lips. ‘Time to go’, he thinks, ‘it is something that must be done.’
He heads for the Cargo Bay and the open hatch. When he arrives it is a bustle of activity, final preparation for leaving. Captain Reynolds is speaking to Inara and a woman he does not know. Everyone has his or her back to him for the moment and he slips out of the door.
SLIGHT left a note on his pack explaining about the waiting Gyrfalcon and where to find it. SIMON has said all of the goodbyes he needed to – the rest are on the memory stick in BOOKs hands. He trusts in their delivery. He has reached the Gyrfalcon when he hears the engines of the incoming ships ramp up for their first high speed pass and is rocked by the initial volley of ground fire. But it is far enough away to be safe.
He has left everything that has any meaning to him aboard that ship. He watches tensely as two of the attacking ships lose to the cannon fire. And the third has positioned itself so that Serenity herself is between the fighter and the cannon, and is taking potshots at her tail.
Suddenly, Serenity maneuvers, a fast directional change that has left her in the clear, the fighter in their sights, and SIMON with closed eyes. “Crazy Ivan”, he thinks. “That is almost as hard to watch as it is to experience.”
There is a touch on his elbow. He opens his eyes to see Serenity blasting into the black. When he turns around, SLIGHT is just disappearing into the pilots chair of the little ship. “Time to go”. He gives one more look at the departing ship as he moves around to the other door and raises a hand to wave, not caring that no one will see. “Until we meet again,” he thinks, and seats himself. He closes the door, and they lift smoothly away.
EOM
OOC when Simon returns this may well end up edited
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Mercedes Move
LOCATION: BRIDGE
Quote:
"Dead 'un! Drop it! Let's get another."
Serenity rattles as something either impacts or nearly misses the stern.
good, one down one behind She swings the crosshairs aft and all she gets is ‘no target, no target, no target’ . he’s sussed the gun placement. he knows how to stay hidden in our own silhouette There isn’t time enough to worry before she hears
Quote:
"Pilot! Crazy Ivan!"
*wode tìan.a sudden realization of not fastening fighting straps when she sat down, too late now even if there are any. this is going to hurt someone She gets one leg wrapped as best she can around the chair and thinks heavy thoughts. MERZ keeps the crosshairs in the direction of Serenity’s bow and holds.
Serenity pirouettes.
‘no target, no target, no target, target, target, target lock’ at the same time she is losing her battle with gravity and momentum. Merz fires as long as she can reach the controls and then she is no longer facing the controls, but deck plates instead.
All her training remains with her, and MERZ turns in mid-air, managing to hit the deck in a three-point landing, left foot, right knee and right hand. MERZ hits hard enough to ring the deck and it takes an instant to recover her equilibrium before springing up and back at the chair. talk to me someone, do we still have a target
“Pilot, Report” she barks.
EOM
*wode tìan = oh sky!(colloquial: Oh God!)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Thorne's move:
Location: Bridge.
THORNE:"...Crazy Ivan"
[The instant the words leave his mouth THORNE realizes that he has no idea if WASH can do a 'Crazy Ivan', or even knows what it is. As the ship yaws from the reversing engine, he drops that worry, even as his grip on the back of WASH's seat tightens.
No need to direct the gunner. She's already targeting the piece of sky the fighter will fill in a second. She braces in her chair through the turn, opening up as soon as she receives a firing solution from the computer.
A final jerk of Serenity throws her to the floor, but she's back up in an instant.]
MERZ:“Pilot, Report”
[WASH is still talking to the engine room, so THORNE speaks.]
THORNE:"We're good. You burned off his left wing and he hit the silk. Two down, and the last a cripple. Pilot. Stay on this course and head for the black. I don't think the damaged one can catch us in a stern chase. It's tempting to hang around and try for a hat trick, but now's the time to run. If they don't have anything in low orbit above us, we're home free. Excellent work all 'round."
[THORNE relaxes his grip on the pilot seat. Damn! He hasn't felt this alive in years! After Serenity Valley he thought he'd put his love of command behind him, but it was back like the best drug ever. Have to be careful on another man's ship, though. Figure how to make up to the captain for usurping his authority, and try not to do it again. When we get to New Hokkaido maybe go look for a boat of his on. Still..Damn, that feels good. Now to set a time with INARA, and life couldn't get much better.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...
ZOE watches as BOOK and ROWAN take DAMON off the bridge, then turns to the comm controls.
ZOE: "Doc, you might wanna get a bed ready. Shepherd's on his way down with DAMON.
ZOE turns to watch the Alliance ships' progress on the monitors, waiting with half an ear for an acknowledgement or one of SIMON's inevitable questions about what's happening.
THORNE:"...Crazy Ivan"
ZOE switches the comm channel to include the entire ship.
ZOE: "This is ZOE. Everybody find somethin' to hang on to."
ZOE braces herself against the console to her right as WASH swings the ship around. As she prepares for the inevitable jolt of the Ivan, ZOE notices that the "Airlock Open" light flashes and then goes dark. She mentally tucks that info away, figuring that the ex-Blue Sun op jumped ship, the way he'd been threatening. She takes a closer look at the scanners, and sees not one but two life signs heading away from Serenity and toward the ops vehicle. Figuring SLIGHT must've met a friend along the way, ZOE turns her attention back to the fight.
MERZ fires a volley, then is tossed from her seat by WASH's maneuvering. ZOE admires how quickly the woman recovered and got back to work.
MERZ:“Pilot, Report”
ZOE bristles slightly at the woman's tone, but WASH is still talking to KAYLEE in the engine room. ZOE hears THORNE's reply as she turns her attention back to the scanners.
THORNE: "We're good. You burned off his left wing and he hit the silk. Two down, and the last a cripple. Pilot. Stay on this course and head for the black. I don't think the damaged one can catch us in a stern chase. It's tempting to hang around and try for a hat trick, but now's the time to run. If they don't have anything in low orbit above us, we're home free. Excellent work all 'round."
As THORNE relaxes his grip on WASH's seat, ZOE sees that the life signs are no longer on the ground, and it looks like they've appeared on the ops vehicle. Wondering who SLIGHT's friend might be, ZOE's mind starts working to suss out if he's a possible threat, all the while feeling a niggling discomfort in the back of her mind.
Suddenly, all the piece come together: SLIGHT's talk about jumping ship, the air lock opening and closing, the camaraderie between SLIGHT and SIMON when she left the infirmary, SIMON's lack of response to impending injuries, and two life signs heading toward the ops vehicle. A chill runs down her spine as she turns toward MAL.
ZOE: "Sir, I don't think the doc and that SLIGHT are on the boat."
As WASH begins his next set of course corrections, ZOE locks eyes with MAL as they come to the same question: If SIMON's gone, where's RIVER?
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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Wash's move:
Wash takes a deep breathe. He's never flown a hairball before, and Serenity has taken a lot of stress over the last few minutes. "We should be fine, but Kaylee is gonna be earning her pay for the next few days." Then he hears Zoes statement, and, while he's still piloting the ship, he turns back. "Where in the 'Verse could they be headed? and how in the world did that Blue Sun guy get off the ship?"
Slight's move:
Slight straps in.
He'd honestly wanted Merz to come along, but there's no hope for that now. "What do you see, Brink Helsing. . .?"
With a mental note, he sends a message through the feedback monitors as he launches the craft. "Better grab something, doctor, this is gonna take a bit of wild turning."
His armor responds to his mental urgings, as various chemicals are surged into his bloodstream.
The armor was a special design by the Blue Sun. On Earth that Was, the scientists had experimented with the idea of nano-technology. With some special modifications, the Sun had perfected it. Crawling across his back and latched under his clothes are trillions of robots, machines with barely enough memory to work a remote alone. Together, they rival a ships entire onboard systems. They are multi-functional, from camoflauge to chaff, dispersing bullets, to the blade that he had killed the fed with. It's self-contained-one unit can regenerate the enitre armor in a matter of hours. And they're loaded with regeration chemicals, stimulants, and painkillers. That required a special system to restock, one that is built into his belt. He has only to stick a vial in, and in five minutes it can be discharged into his system equally and to specific areas. It is an armor that can do anything he can imagine it to.
>Until we meet again<
Slight feels the mental comment. "Won't be long doctor, this will be fairly in and out." He can feel the shock and inevitable rage of a norm at his mental intrusion. In response, he fishes out the inhaler, to give him the hour or so of peace. He makes a mental note that during a mission, the control chemicals fade quickly.
Slight kicks the obs craft into overdrive, and flies to the coordinates. Thorne and Merz can catch up later, if they want. He has work that needs to be done.
I'm talking about geese.
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Rowan’s Move:
LOCATION: Infirmary
Stepping inside, she fully expects to find Simon there, busily checking his supplies in response to the battle sounds outside, calculating his inventory in his head in expectation of casualties. She’s seen more than one medic in the process before, and was often comforted by their foresight.
But the infirmary is empty - not just empty, but vacant. It has the definite feel of abandonment that reminds her of how the Independent operations control facility felt ten minutes after the division generals warned them that the Alliance was on its way. Xiang ordered the evacuation instantly, and she had fully intended to comply.
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FLASHBACK
Of all the stupid things to do. Leaving behind the only memory stick with all the command codes for the Revolution? Good thing she had an “in” with the liaison or there surely would have been hell to pay.
He came up the stairs behind her, and she could feel his rage even as he called to her in Chinese. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I will be right there,” she replied. Having reached her station, she opened the top right hand drawer and plucked it from the front of the storage unit. Beyond the door leading into the hall, she heard Alliance forces entering from the elevator.
“They will be through that door in one minute,” he informed her urgently.
Holding up the memory stick, she nodded and then bolted back across the room to him beaming. “Do you know you’re beautiful when you’re angry?”
He angled his gaze accusingly, not about to be placated by her idea of sweet talk. He truly was beautiful - darkly handsome with the bearing of the kings he was descended from. She had to wonder what his reaction would be if she admitted the way he glared at her was a more potent aphrodisiac than anything any companion would have come up with. He reached out for her as she approached and she put her hand into his, feeling his strength and his warmth.
“You will be the death of me one day,” he muttered irritably as he gave her a little shove to escort her down the back stairs.
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Pushing the memory aside, Rowan rummages about the infirmary as the medic training she took on board the Rembrandt comes flooding back. Snatching up a red bag, she finds it fortified with the basics, including a sucher kit and is about to head back upstairs when the deck tips and spins as if the Almighty himself reached down to take hold of Serenity, pick her up, twist her around and set her down again backwards. Rowan was lifted right of her feet and tossed onto the counter, slamming against the glass window like a wet dishrag. All the air was pushed out of her lungs and she tipped off again to land on the floor only to slide across to the other side of the infirmary before coming to a halt.
Gasping for breath, she wonders if Wash was always a maniac, or if it’s just something he picked up since coming on board Serenity.
EOM
OOC: Ever have one of those words you can never spell right? "Sucher" is one of mine.
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Thorne's/Mal's Move:
Location: Bridge
[The sky outside the ports turns from blue to black as Serenity breaks atmo. Stars appear. Scans show no Alliance ships in pursuit range. THORNE stands between MERZ and WASH and rests a hand on each one's shoulder.]
THORNE:"Stand down. We're well away now, thanks to you. I'd fly with you people any day. WASH, pass that on to KAYLEE too, if you'd please.
(turning to MAL) Captain, I'm sorry. Old fire horses still answer the bell, and my instincts just took over. I assure you it won't happen again. Please forgive me."
[MAL answers THORNE with a vague wave of his hand. His mind is too full of questions. Where did he learn to fight a spaceship like that? Obviously ex-military, was he Alliance or Brown-coat? How could he get such instant obedience from folk he'd never met before, with just the confident and commanding tone of his voice? MAL's orders often as not just started a debate. Anger was fading, replaced by curiosity.]
ZOE: "Sir, I don't think the doc and that SLIGHT are on the boat."
[What? Well, here's a chance to try that commanding voice. Mal walks to the comm.]
MAL: "Shepherd, JAYNE. Round up everybody not on the bridge an' move 'em to the galley. Let's see if we're missing any sheep. WASH. Set course for New Hokkaido an' then follow us. Everybody else in here head for the mess hall too. We got some headcountin' and sortin' out to do."
[MAL turns and walks for the galley, hoping that the rest are following him.]
EOM
OOC: Well, anybody want to argue with Mal right now and further abuse his already battered ego? I thought not.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Wash's move:
Wash progra,s in the coordinates, and slides the wheel into the locked position. He stands and stretches, exhausted by the flying he's just commited.
He hears Thornes compliment as though from a waking dream.
"Stand down. We're well away now, thanks to you. I'd fly with you people any day. WASH, pass that on to KAYLEE too, if you'd please."
Wash shrugs it off. He's flown easier skies, and harder. He grins a bit, remembering that flight on St. Albans. But this was the first time he'd flown a hotzone packing heat, and his knees are still a little shakey. He reaches out to grab Zoes shoulder, hoping to siphon some of her incredible strength of character. "I hope we get paid on New Hokkaido, cuz I won't mind some diapers the next time I fly like that," he mutters, half joking and half mentally checking himself for any moistness he feels. He takes a deep breath. He could afford some drink right now.
I'm talking about geese.
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