Special Branch: Santos

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SAFEAT2ND

Friday, February 1, 2008 4:57 AM

Needy, that was... fantastic!!

Good to see you again April, but then I'm one to talk. I've been away a while. Too many projects all at once and the one I liked the most is the one that suffered... this thread.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Sunday, February 3, 2008 2:14 PM

Wisp clumsily hobbled down the cargo ramp while Vixen walked a step behind and to the left of him. Whenever he slipped a little bit she didnt even flinch just offered encouragment like

"Cant you walk straight cripple?"

Wisp breathed deep when he reached the very last step. The fresh air, the sunlight, it was an intoxicant to his space deprived senses. As he smelt the air he noticed an odd smell: was that sulphur?

"Where do you think your going there Soldier???" Boomed Safes voice from across the hangar.

"Fresh air to do me good. Doctors orders" well technically it was against doctors orders but he didnt know.

"You sure you feel up to it??"

"Im goin stir crazy in the medbay, Id crawl out here if i had to"

Safe walked towards them and looked at Vixen. "You sure you need the piece?" he pointed to the pistol on Vixens hip.

"Uh-hu Doctors orders" He voice cut like a razor of sarcasm over Safe's face as she grinned sadistically at him.

"Lose it, or put it in a shoulder we dont want everyone here thinking were bandits"

Vixen attempted to stare Safe down but even she couldnt break him down. begrudgingly she removed her belt and jacket. With a few strap alterations her hip holster had become a shoulder which she hid under a small red denim jacket. She then lay on an overly cheesy grin of disdain and walked off into the world.

"Take care" Safe said turning to leave but Wisp shouted after him.

"Boss, one more thing" Safe turned back "theres a sulphur smell coming from the port side, we could have burnt out the stabilising cables on entry"

Safe laughed. Hes on crutches and still try to fix the ship "Ill get somebody on it, You enjoy your walk"

"will do" He strutted towards Vixen then headed into town.

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SAFEAT2ND

Tuesday, February 5, 2008 1:25 AM

Safe watched them go with a mixture of regret and admiration.

So young to have been put on this path and yet... the conviction he showed was uncharacteristic of one his age.

Safe chuckled again and mentally added the port thruster to his list of things to do.

He turned his attention skywards and tried to will his eyes to see past the atmosphere, catch a glimpse of something he knew wasn't there.

A futile effort, he knew. The Dagger and Destiny were miles from here. He couldn't speak for the crew of the Destiny but he knew his old crew, the first sign of the Alliance and they had left for safer skies to wait until things settled.

Pushing aside wistful thinking, Safe walked up the gangplank and almost right into Seryn.

Her head was down as she studied the clipboard in her hand. She was on a mission.

"Whoa... where's the fire?" Safe smiled at Seryn, but quickly swallowed that smile under her whithering glare.

"Looks like a requisition list." He quickly added.

"Mr. perception..."

Safe cleared his throat, "Ok, I deserved that. Wisp said something about..."

"Sulphur smell from the port side? Ya, it's on the list." Seryn finished and stalked off.

"Ok... I'll find Soul and find out what he got from the 'passenger', and then check on Needy..." Safe called after Seryn.

Safe turned and stalked the rest of the way up the gangplank. "Yeesh, everyone's so touchy..."

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

NEEDY

Thursday, February 7, 2008 5:21 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Aprilise:
I'm still not sure where the kids are or I'd try...I haven't been keeping up with this thread unfortunately.

OOC: At the minute, all the kids are safe and sound on the Epsilon (possibly being watched over by Sykes). Currently, both The Epsilon and The Dwarf are parked in a landing yard on Santos.

Hope that helps

I'm gonna try and update the guide, kinda left it hanging, and try and post an update of events for the thread

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NEEDY

Sunday, February 10, 2008 7:31 PM

OOC: LOL, great stuff, loving the character interaction... with all the action stuff, seems like ages since we've had some good old fashioned snarkiness
Btw, sorry if this post is rather long. But figured its about time we knew a bit more about who "The Weapon" is.

Seven Years Ago:

The young man sat quietly in the lab, waiting patiently for Styx to return. He remained still on the gurney, wearing nothing but his assigned grey trousers, whilst his shirt, socks and boots sat across the room by an empty chair.
Fifteen was his name now. He was nothing but a number. An operative chosen for a special mission. A weapon.

Fifteen looked at his body and smiled. Even now he still struggled to believe that it was his own. He'd come a long way from being the weak little kid in school.
He was well built but he wasn't a giant, his muscles were well-toned but not bulging. He was intended to blend in, but he could take care of himself if need be. A few years ago and he couldn't take care of his pet rabbit, but that was then, and this was now. Things had changed. He had changed

Fifteen looked at his arm and studied it. On his upper right shoulder sat three silver pimples forming the shape of a triangle on his skin, like little bulbarians that had been fired into his arm - the result of the final injection he had been given three days earlier.
The tests were finally complete and he was now well qualified and prepared for the task at hand.
Infiltration was the name of the game, a game he had played all too often, only this time it was long term. Three years was a long time to spend undercover but he was ready for it. He was determined to get it done.
This mission was the only one that mattered -Styx had told him as much - and he truly believed he was the man for the job.
The Expendables were doing important work, they wanted to change the verse, and Fifteen was about to make that a reality.

Just then two men entered the room. Styx, followed by another man - a face he'd never seen before. The man was significantly taller than his superior and younger too, looking to be in his late twenties, early thirties. He was serious though, and his eyes looked as though they had witnessed more than was possible for a man his age.

Fifteen jumped from the gurney and saluted.

"At ease soldier" Styx said as Fifteen lowered his hand. Meanwhile, the younger man stepped from behind Styx and held out his hand to the young operative.
Fifteen stared at the hand for a brief second but soon grasped it with his own, shaking it, despite the feeling that it was strange for an superior to introduce himself this way.

"Operative Blackout," the man said "it is an honour to meet you. I've heard a great deal about you and your success."
Fifteen hesitated upon hearing his new name, all too often his name had changed from mission to mission and all to often he was the last to know exactly what his new name would be.

"Thank you sir but the success is not due to my own talents, but those which you have given me."

"Truer words have never been spoken" Styx laughed, patting Fifteen/Blackout on his shoulder.

"Don't sell yourself short now" the man replied, "it takes courage to do what you're doing."

"With all due respect sir, any fool can be courageous, this job requires faith. And I truly believe The Expendables are doing good work"

"That they are my boy, that they are" Styx smiled and continued to laugh, proud of the loyal agent he has created.

The other man smiled softly, feigning a showy display of pride in the operative's faith, but in reality, the words he spoke chilled him. If the organisation could create such willing warriors, then truly they were a force to be reckoned with.

Marshall smiled and saluted, reciting the group's motto "For the greater good"

"For the greater good" Fifteen/Blackout saluted back.

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Now:

Soul approached the door to the scorched room on The Dwarf once more, his hand hovering over the handle as he recalled his first meeting with the individual inside. It

NEEDY

Tuesday, February 12, 2008 5:25 PM

OOC: I've decided to go back to the Special Branch Guide, hoping to update it and realised how much story we have written.
Aprilise, I've written a brief summary for the Carson children (though its incomplete) but have included where they are currently
I'll try to stay on top of this, but gotta re-read the other threads first so I can recall what's happened.

Guide: http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=29509

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WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Wednesday, February 13, 2008 7:02 PM

Wisp hobbled into town with Vixen at his side. It was busy but not crowded. People walked the streets at lesiurley pace, Shopkeepers chatted to customers, dogs peed on lamposts. It was a Town that didnt see a lot of trade but just enough throughfare for a man on crutches to escape all attention.

"hey lets do some shopping" Wisp said freely as he turned to face Vixen "my wardrobe is looking a little too bullet ridden for my liking"

"Negative"

"Im sorry what was that?"

"Shops are too dangerous right now. We're probably on several government watch lists and we'll be retina scanned if we enter a shop. Besides the streets give us a better line of sight" Her voice was methodical and cold. Although she didnt say it she was also looking at all the dark allyways nearby and all the wealthy people that could be tempted into them and mugged. Wisp also knew what she was thinking but put it to the back of his mind. He was happy to be outside again.

Real air was just one of those things. You can be cooped up in space for 6 months just wishing for a lungfull, then as soon as you get it your ready to get right back up there for 6 more months.

The pair of them trotted round in silence, Wisp trying to relax and look normal while Vixen peered at every doorway with suspicon. As they were turning one street corner a startled horse bolted from a nearby bar. It ran crazily across the street in a zigzag rearing up at every surface. Wisp dove for cover off the road his head spinning at the sudden altitude loss. Vixen however watched its motion and pattern and with a smooth movment grabbed its reigns as it charged past. She half held, half let it slide past but the horse halted without restraint. As soon as it was stationary she left it and dragged Wisp off the floor.

"How the chuff?" Wisp asked in awe as he was frog marched away from the scene.

"Fight of flight reaction" She replied casually "it can be averted by instilling normality"

"Where did you learn that?" He was the smart one, how did she know all these fancy psychological terms

"Oh you know" Without changing tone "Prison"

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Coded signal

Source Santos

Sparrow has been spotted in flock

2 Barrels loaded

Shots at dawn

End

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NEEDY

Tuesday, February 19, 2008 5:31 PM

OOC: Ooh, ooh ooh. Got me excited WYSB!

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How do you track a tracker? A man with such great expertise in his line of work that he knows better than to leave a trail of his own.

Clayton Payne contemplated this as he sat quietly, out of sight, on the bridge of this vessel, watching his hired pilot punch in keys on the computer.

The bounty hunter that had taken an interest in Needy and the crew of rebels had left him in quite the predicament. This hunter, a man known simply as Kurren hadn't got much from the reporter, but he'd got enough. Now Clayton feared that the life of his former partner Kyra McTaggert was in danger, that she would be used to get to the companion turned fugitive.

Clayton was left in the dirt, with seemingly no means to track the hunter after he left.
At least, that's what Kurren would have thought.
But Clayton, being the obsessive reporter that he was, was always prepared.

"This is it" the pilot uttered in a monotone.
Clayton stood up from his chair and walked to the window
"You sure?"
"Damn sure, if that locater is as reliable as you claim it is"
Clayton looked at the planet below. There appeared to be no ships flying nearby. It was as he feared, Kurren had already reached his destination. He only hoped that he hadn't made his move yet.
"Where are we?" the reporter asked his dazed pilot.
Looking at his computer once more, he punched a key on the pad bringing up on the screen details of the planet below.
"Santos"

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SAFEAT2ND

Wednesday, February 20, 2008 1:29 AM

If Safe had been a man of faith or even one that put stock in psychic abilities, maybe he, or any of the rest of the crew, would be forewarned. Maybe they would have a premonition of the things to come, but as it was, he was blissfully unaware of the storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

He had always prided himself on his clarity of vision, his common sense, his instinct during battles. These traits had accelerated him through the ranks, had kept him alive and, to his bewilderment, inspired loyalty in others. He was never one to seek attention or higher status, much to the chagrin of his ex-wife. He just did his job to the best of his ability.

To him it was a simple matter of assessing the situation and being prepared even for the unexpected. Nothing ever went as it should nor as it was supposed to go. The best course of action was to accept that fact. Roll with the punches.

Finding Soul was part of that process, gathering facts, assessing the situation.

“... both of them. Their time is over.”

Safe approached the burnt-out room on the Dwarf where Soul leaned against the doorframe.

“Whose time is over?”

Soul and the ‘weapon’ look at Safe, identical guarded expressions molded their features.

Safe felt like he was being measured. Even though he counted Soul as a friend, he supposed he couldn’t blame them, it was something that came with the territory for every Alliance soldier or officer. And he was, after all, an ex-Alliance officer, hell, for that matter he was an ex-cop, an ex-pilot an ex-husband… seemed he was ex-everything.

To be truthful, there were Alliance soldiers and officers that deserved the publics mistrust, and then there were those like Safe and Jack that were just doing a job. Who, maybe, had a rose-coloured perspective of the Alliances original ideals.

Safe stared back unflinching; waiting for an answer.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

JAZAF

Wednesday, February 20, 2008 7:36 PM

It was dusk when the Bounty Baby managed to finish docking procedures at one of Santos' major cities. Kurren didn't mind the wait, he knew that the intel he intended to get would be good. Weaving through the streets he made his way to a brothel aptly named 'The Wanton Missus'. He circles around to the side of the building and ascends the staircase. A lone guard halts Kurren's progress at the top of the stairs.

"Don't no one come through this door unless they show me the boss' approval."
Kurren ignores the guard and moves toward the door but is roughly shoved away. The guard stands between Kurren and the door with his hand against Kurren's chest.
"You deaf? Show me your brand or get lost!"
Kurren's reply is swift, he grabs the oppressing arm by the wrist with his right hand and pulls the arm over his shoulder while the left shoulder dips in between the guards' legs. Before the guard can protest, Kurren hurls him down the stairs.
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A nervous stick of a man enters a room of pre grandeur. Armed guards are posted at several doorways, scantily-clad women dance for threemen in the center of the room. The nervous man walks hurriedly to the back where a single man studies several screens and hesitantly calls his attention. "Boss?"
Irritated about the disturbance the man replies sharply, "What?"
"T-theres a fella outside says he needs to talk with you."
In a condescending tone the boss asked,"Did you happen to find out why I should consider talking to him?"
"he s-s-ssaid that his tattoo of a skull with a jester cap on a diamond background would be reason enough." The boss became visibly shaken and his face flushed. He grabbed the messenger by the collar and shook him.
"That ruttin' pup is here?! Don't let him in here!"
A voice came from the opposite side of the room, "Too late."
"Kurren!" the boss clapped his hands three times. The dancers and their three patrons left the room, the guards remained ready to remove the unexpected visitor.
"What brings you to my humble little establishment?"
Kurren chuckles as he closes the gap between him and the boss. "Why else would I come Percy? I want information and I know that you can give it to me."
"Could you please not call me that infront of my men?" Percy whines.
"Why not? It's the only name I've known you as."
"I have other names, and a fantastic title. They call me 'The Lord of the Borough' in these parts."
"You'll still be Percy to me" Kurren grins. Percy's face flushes again.
"Have you noticed my guards? I could have you killed."
"We both know I could end your life and that of two of your guards before they even unholster their guns." Kurren states.
"But there is no bounty on me."
"I'd consider it a Public Service." Kurren's tone suggested to Percy to end the current dialogue. Percy offers a smile and raises his hands in mock surrender.
"What do you want?"
"I'm looking for a ship."
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OOC: How great it is to be back! Man! I lost my train of thought for this story but when I started writing it just came out. hah! I was trying to write about a fireman's carry when Kurren threw the guard down the steps, I hope it was clear enough.
edited Feb 22
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