The Independence - A Virtual Firefly

COLT999

Friday, April 18, 2008 3:47 PM

*Flying through the air and over the bar*

ARRRRRR *Crash*

*I pull myself up off the ground just in time to see Spots flying over the bar next to me. *

*Pulling him to his feet* I think it's high time we end this.
*Spots nods in agreement and we jump off the bar into the fight.

*Flying through the air and over the bar*

ARRRRR *Crash*

*A few minutes, three smashed chairs, two busted bottles, and one more trip over the bar, later the fights over. Jay, Mobbex, Spots and I sit back down at the only table not broken.*

*I notice a bystander who some how ended up on our side of the fight*

Sorry you got drug into the tussle mister *I slide a chair out with my foot and offer him the bottle on the table.*

Bystander: Name's Stan.

Well Stan, I'm Captain Colt. This here's Spots, Mobbex, Jay and...Where's LT?

*We get up from the table and start looking though the group of men still on the floor.*

*Mobbex: You think he ran off?

You can call LT a lot of things, but coward ain't one of em.

*A rather homely bar maid (Well paid by the Allaince man that grabbed LT) comes over.* Your friend told me to tell you he would be back later. He went with Alice back to her place.

*We all look at each other, rather impressed that LT could pick up a woman during a fight. Except Mobbex*

*Mobbex: LT done ran off to the whore house without me. I'm going to find him. Who's with me?

*Jay says he'll go, but only to see if his Captain is there. I tell Spots to tag along, keep Mobbex out of trouble.*

*Mobbex: Come on Stan the more the *Burp* merrier. You coming Cap'n?

I'll pass. Gonna go see if the ladies are having as much fun as us.

*Mobbex: Oh I get it. Don't want to breaking any HEARTS, Right? *Busts out laughing.*

*We head to the door and I hear Mobbex say "I'm driving" I start to object, but between the booze the fight and the smart ass remark, I reckon he can take care of himself. So I set off into the night to find the rest of my crew and a ride home.*

















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STRANGEBIRD

Friday, April 18, 2008 4:16 PM

*Stan walks out of the bar with the others of the shady group. Seeing the mule, though not very clearly due to his lack of glasses, he begins to have second thoughts.*

Stan: "So you all have a ship?"

Mobbex: "Yeah... what did you thThink we all flew 'ere?" *He laughs raucously at his own joke*

*Stan moves a finger along the bridge of his nose, like he's pushing up his glasses that aren't there. Wincing as he touches where the large man punched him. Squinting somewhat as he looks from the other men to the sturdy Mule with some sort of odd paint job.*

Stan: "I take it your captain won't mind a paying passenger? Seeing as he invited me along already."

*Nobody answers. They begin to load into the Mule, with some stumbling and swearing and a great deal of jostling and shoving about.*

Stan(To himself): "Ok, you got yourself into you might as well go along with it."

Stan(To Mobbex): "Just give me a few moments I left my gear in my room behind that boarding house there."

*He moves quickly to the three level building next door and returns a very short while later with a large gray-green duffel and a small black leather case. He tosses them onto the cargo rack of the mule and secures them as the group waits.*

Stan: "Well, I won't be staying at that dump again... I'm ready. I want to get going before they noticed I didn't pay for my stay."

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MOBBEX

Friday, April 18, 2008 5:53 PM

Mobbex:*walks up to the mule with a drunkard's gait*

*lodges himself behind the wheel* 'You guys mind if I pull the seat back a lil'? Lt's a teeny weeny guy.

*looks around the seat for the handle, finds it, and yanks it back* TWONK! *stares open-mouthed as the handle tears off from from the sliding mechanism* Whoopsy...

*shrugs and tosses it onto the cargo rack*

All right folks, fasten your seat belts and get rea...*stops dead as he realizes that something's amiss*

Huh... guys? Where're the keys?

*they all give each other inquiring looks*

Mobbex: Nobody has the keys!?

Spots: Well... we assumed you...

Mobbex: Gorram't... *takes out his pocket knife, squeezes the tip into a panel joint and wrenches it open, revealing a knot of colored wires.*

Stan: ...Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Mobbex: *doesn't answer; starts fiddling with the wires, severing some, tearing the sheath off of others...*

Stan: Oh my god, you have no idea of...

Mobbex: Button it! *twists a few wires together*

Stan: No, don't do that! You'll overload the capaci...

*Mobbex jerks back like a shot as the panel spits a few sparks at him*

*they hear some ominous grinding noises coming from the vehicle's innards*

*black smoke starts to pour out of the mule's every nook and cranny*

Mobbex: Uh oh...

Jay: What'd you do!?

Mobbex: 'Dunno...

Stan: We better get off. Now.

*they all dismount in brisk fashion as the engine starts sputtering flames*

*as soon as the last of them hops off, the mule goes afire*

Mobbex, staring at the blaze: Ehr... You think Lt'll notice?