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RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 13

POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Monday, April 5, 2004 14:04
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MANIACNUMBERONE

Thursday, March 25, 2004 8:30 AM

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Originally posted by TeelaBrown:
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Originally posted by RecordXChange:
i know kanda hill, why do you ask?

Are you in the right thread?

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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

I think she is responding to me, Teela.

TEELABROWN

Thursday, March 25, 2004 2:15 PM

So sorry, Maniac.

*Teela backs out of room, and shuts the door behind her*

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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

GEEZER

Thursday, March 25, 2004 6:08 PM

Throne and Mal’s Move:

Location: Thorne’s Quarters/Bridge

[THORNE wakes as usual...an instant transition from asleep to fully alert. It’s four in the morning, ship time, and he briefly considers going back to sleep, but he’s had enough rest, and the day promises to be full. First thing is to check on that message. He pulls on a shipsuit, slips a knife into his boot-top and a small pistol in his front left pocket, and heads for the bridge through the cargo bay.

MAL is leaning back in the pilot chair, watching the stars and thinking about nothing in particular. He swivels the chair at the sound of footsteps and sees THORNE at the door.]

”Good morning Captain. Sorry to disturb you, but the comm system says I have a message on the Cortex. Mind if I check it?"

“Nah, go ahead. Need some comp’ny to keep me wakeful anyway.”

[THORNE sits down and touches the screen to bring up the inbox. His message is encrypted using a Blue Sun code he is familiar with. He types in the algorithm and touches Play. BRINK HELSING’s voice comes from the speakers.

"Agent Slight, reporting to Thorne. All is well. Simon Tam is onboard with me, but quite focused, and not very social at the moment. There's no mention of an unauthorized Firefly-class in Hera. To all of the crew, I salute you on exceptional flying and shooting. Well done. Reply to this message with a return date, if you'd like to pick up your wayward doctor. If not, and with Captain Reynolds permission, I can have us off-planet within a day."

"Well, Cap’n, you heard that. They’re doin’ good so far. Sounds like SLIGHT was able to hack the Alliance system on Hera and pull any specific data on your ship. Smart lad. Any opinions on when we can return to pick the good doctor up?“

"Ought’a be about five days, I guess, to get to New Hokkaido, dump your load, an’ be back on Hera. I’ll have WASH find some nice lonely coordinates out in the waste, an’ we can call the kid back tomorrow…later today, I mean.”

[THORNE taps the ‘attachment’ icon on the screen, reads SLIGHT’s note about the ‘sticky’, and deletes it. No need to bother the captain about that. The other attachment is addressed to MERZ, and he’ll pass it along later. Thinking of MERZ sets him to wondering about the new crewmembers.]

”Son, I’d say you’re shot through with luck, considering the quality of hitchers you pick up. They all surely pulled their weight yesterday, and we both know how rare that is. Any one of them would be a prize, but three at once? Are you gonna try and keep them on board?”

“Yeah, they did all right, an’ they’re just as good at aggravatin’ me as the old hands. Don’t know what they plan on doin’ once we hit New Hokkaido. I’d take some of ‘em on, but I got a full crew already. More folk just thins out everyone’s cut.”

“Tell you what. I’ll chip in a little more for my job, and you can pay them off with the rest for this caper. At least it’ll give them walkin’ around money if they decide to move on. And if you let any go, I might be able to find them some work on Hera.”

“Well, you and me do have one thing in common, old man. We tend to pick up strays. I’ll make sure they get their share.”

[THORNE nods and heads for the cargo hold. There’s some stuff he stashed in the conex that he’ll need soon. Neither he nor MAL have mentioned that he did good work yesterday as well, commanding the escape from Hera, and he knows they never will.]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

CAPNRAHN

Thursday, March 25, 2004 6:25 PM

LOCATION - GYRFALCON: IN TRANSIT
As ...

SLIGHT
"Don't suppose you're up for conversation."

SIMON stirs and smiles politely and shakes his head. SLIGHT can't even be sure it's in response to his question as SIMONs refocuses inward.

SLIGHT
snapping the word out loud
"Bi zuie."

SIMON is still lost in thought as SLIGHT reaches for the Cortex wave.

SIMONs thoughts fragment and surge against his consciousness with the force of breaking ocean waves What is going on? Why am I off on a mission? This is a long shot at best. SIMON sighs as his thoughts drift from RIVER to KAYLEE ... ah, for her, you bleed!!!... SIMON is taken aback at the intrusion of a quiet alien voice in his head. He looks sharply at SLIGHT, but SLIGHT is speaking softly into the wave set.

EOM

DRAGONFLYDIRECTOR

Thursday, March 25, 2004 7:36 PM

INTERLUDE ONE Part 1
LANCELOT TRANSPORT
NEARING NEW HOKKAIDO ORBIT
As ...

In the observation lounge late into Omega shift the CAPTAIN of the Lancelot stood and watched quietly from the deep shadows of his favorite table as the starfield swam by. He was startled as the giant figure of one of the passengers loomed out of the darkness into view from the still open port door. Spooked, the CAPTAIN thought -- What was his name again ... NicoAllez or somesuch? Isn't he an evangelist? Or was it a mechanic?.

NICO paused, locked eyes with the CAPTAIN across the stygian darkness in the lounge. After the briefest moment, NICO clasped his right fist into his left at just below sternum level, bowing from the waist and without loosing eye contact.

Still slightly offguard, the CAPTAIN noticed that the evangelist had his forearms at a precise military parallel to the deck. As NICOs head dropped to the level of the CAPTAINs, it hits for the umpteenth time of exactly how tall this brimstone&hell-fire preacher truly was.

The CAPTAIN involuntarily thinks At six foot six, I USED to be the biggest bloke on this ship! This'un must top out way over seven foot!. He then quickly returns the bow, knowing NICO will take offense if the acknowledgment of respect is not shown.

NICO slowly blinked twice, then resumed his full stature and moved to the starboard side of the large wraparound viewport, leaving the CAPTAIN to his solitude.

As the Lancelot gently banked to starboard, New Hokkaido was revealed. Shining in reflected sunlight, the planet was a beautiful glowing emerald and teal sphere.

NICO reverently dropped to one knee and gazed at the vision with focused and rapt expression on his face.

A brief thought ripples the placid sea of NICOs mind ... This is where is it all will begin ... again.

EOM

"Observe Analyze & Respond"
Motto of the A.P.E.s
Alliance Protean Engineers

MANIACNUMBERONE

Thursday, March 25, 2004 9:44 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley/Pool Hall

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ROWAN: "What's your theory on dream psychology, Shepherd?"
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"I've got a few theories. Depends on what kind of dream it was though; a fleeting dream, a semi-lucid dream, or a dream that felt like reality." Book moves around to the other side of the table, watching Rowan examing the last difficult shot she'll need to make. After the four, the nine ball will be a gimme."...and also what it was about."

Rowan pauses from the shot she had lined up, hands still on the cue stick and looks up at Book. "You seem to have a lot on your mind... companion training, the Alliance, tech engineering, authority, pool and I'll bet a lot more." Book starts to walk around the pool table again, taking Rowan's eyes with him.

Stopping next to a side counter, Book stops and sets down his glass. "No one ever asks about dreams, unless they've had one. Tell me about it... and then I'll tell you what I think."

EM

TEELABROWN

Thursday, March 25, 2004 9:59 PM

More River-esque things...Capn, I can change this if you want.
YR- Young River
YS- Young Simon
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The stage disappears, and the scene changes to a small cabin. The summer before River left...

YR: Simon, watch.

YS: Mei-mei, I'd love too. But you know I have to do this.

YR: Ge-ge, just once.

River pulls Simon to his feet.

YR: Now, just let it come.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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

TEELABROWN

Thursday, March 25, 2004 11:55 PM

Suplemantary move...same abbreviations apply...
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River shows Simon her dance.

YR: You try it ge-ge.

YS: River, honey, I can't...

The cabin fades away, back to the clock...
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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

CHANNAIN

Friday, March 26, 2004 12:33 AM

Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley/Pool Hall
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Book: "No one ever asks about dreams, unless they've had one. Tell me about it... and then I'll tell you what I think."
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She tries to stay as general as she can, telling about how she saw her brother as he was when she last saw him, and his jealousy over how she always played pool better than he did, despite his more advanced intelligence. When she came to the part involving Xiang, she referred to him only as a past lover. She included the passage from the Song of Solomon, and the song lyrics from the music Ru used to listen to.

ROWAN: "The whole thing happened during a game of 9 ball, only I was playing like it was 8-ball, calling every shot and knocking balls off the table sequentially until I got to the 9."

Staring down at that self-same ball, positioned in the kitchen in a simple angle to the corner, she recalls how cold the 9 in her dream had felt.

ROWAN: "It was pretty clear that by hitting the 9 ball in, I was making a choice. Only I didn't hit it. This door opened, so I picked it up and took it with me instead."

Sighing and realizing how tired she is, she sees both Ru and Xiang in her mind as they appeared in the dream. She closes her left eye and presses both of them tightly shut, ignoring the pain on the right.

ROWAN: "I lost them both, Shepherd. Ru was my first love and Xiang was my last and the Alliance had a hand in both of them disappearing. I don't know where they are, I don't know if they're alive or dead. I only know I have this big empty space where they used to be and I don't know how to fill it up again."

EOM

OOC: Not to worry, gunrunners and hitchers. We'll move it along after this - right Maniac?

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

SQUEE

Friday, March 26, 2004 2:06 AM

Damon’s turn:
LOCATION: SPARE SHUTTLE to CATWALK

Damon awakes from his troubled sleep, still sitting in the pilot chair of the spare shuttle. He checks the time: a little after four, this makes the third time that he’s woken up in the last hour, or was it the fourth?

He sits up in the chair and stretches the cramps out of his neck and back before standing up. Walking over to the bed, he picks up his weapons belt from the floor and buckles it at his hips. He pushes his bag back under the bed and pulls his gun out from under his pillow. After making sure it is loaded and that the safety is on, he holsters his weapon and opens the shuttle door to step out onto the catwalk. He walks over to the rail and leans on it to look down at the cargo bay floor.

It’s quiet. Only the hum of the engine upstairs disrupts the silence that has settled over the ship, a nice contrast to the hectic adventures of the day before. It’s hard to imagine that less that twenty-four hours ago he was running through the streets of Hera with a dozen Feds on his tail. Time is definitely not something he thinks kindly of. It had a cruel tendency to make a few hours of hell last an eternity and a year of freedom pass way too fast. Seems like only a few weeks ago he was on Dis trying to decide what to do with the last bullet in the gun he had snagged… If it hadn’t been for Xiang…

Damon suppresses a shudder at the thought of how close he was to killing himself, of how close he could be to killing himself if he isn’t careful.

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You won’t survive another day on Dis, Crofton will make sure of it.

Crofton… that hwoon dahn’s name alone makes Damon’s blood boil. But his anger soon turns into a smile when he tries to imagine the look on Crofton’s face when he found out that Damon had escaped.

“Bu huai le, meh, tah mah duh hwoon dahn. I won.”

hwoon dahn = bastard
bu huai le = not broken
meh, tah mah duh hwoon dahn = Mother humping son of a b----

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...