Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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I have some bad news My dog ChewBacca Died of parvo yesterday. @ 4pm. and on top of that my comp took A crap.
the comp will be fixed by the 1st but I am going to have yo clean my house and dipose of almost everything My dog has touched.
Capt, yo uhave permissiion to use my charachter till I come back. KEEP ME UPDATED.
thank you
I am a leaf on the wind
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Sorry to hear that Wash. Hope things get better for you. We'll hold down the fort. You just hurry back to us when you can.
Colt
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*tucks Colt's revolver under his belt* I ain't got a clue. We could scrounge the neighborhood for leads, but there's no guarantee that they'd help us. And siftin' through the meadowlands would take days, if not weeks.
Oram: We could always use the ship.
Stan: That wouldn't work either. Fireflys aren't designed for atmospheric flight, she'd run out of fuel after only a dozen minutes.
Mobbex: Yeah, and I ain't rarin' on flyin' this old crate in atmo with the hydraulics actin' up.
Stan: *frowns* With the hydrau...
Oram: So... what do we do?
Mobbex: I'm gonna take the mule for a spin, maybe I'll get lucky...
Stan: *his eyes suddenly widen out* Take the... are you, hum... *clears throat, regains his composure* That's not a very good idea.
Oram: Is there something I don't...
Mobbex: *gives Stan a black look* You got a better one, maybe?
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*I’m holding Abbey next to while she sleeps, and thanking God she didn’t just die. I look down at her. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful. I try to capture the image in my mind. Hold on to it, because I know at some point we’ll be fighting again. But that’s ok too. Coming so close to losing her, make me want her around fighting or not*
*I hear a sound near the well. It’s a horse.*
Abbey wake up. Abbey *She starts to stir* Come on now wake up. I think I found our way home.
*We approach slowly, Abbey leaning on me for support. It seems tame enough. We get close enough to lay hands on it. It turns its head and lets us pet him*
Abbey: You think we can ride it?
One way to find out.
I put a hand on his nose and one under his head and lead him back towards the well. I make a quick check for snakes and assure Abbey the horse wouldn’t go near if there were any around. With the horse next to the well, we’re ready to mount up*
Ok real quick like. Just put you foot on the well and swing across. *nervously she does as I ask.*
Now duck down so I can get my arm over you.
*I stand on the edge and hike up my skirt. Then I swing on, trying to grab the mane with my right hand and maneuver my left around Abbey’s body. We almost go into the well.*
You ok?
Abbey *Eyes shut tight* Yeah why?
Don’t worry we’re going home.
*We head out across an open field. The horse responds well to my heels and stays on course. Soon Abbey is back asleep. She nuzzles her head into my chest and lets out a soft moan.*
*Abbey wakes up and notices the rather close proximity between us. She jerks her head up and smashes into my chin. I dig my heels into the horse to try and stay on his back. He shoots forward and both of us crash to the ground*
Wat you do at for.
Abbey: What?
You it me in a hin. it my anm tung *spiting blood and trying to talk straight* Bit my tongue. You hit me in the chin
Abbey: It’s not my fault. You were …you were practily groping me.
Ropeing. *Spits again* Groping I was just holding on to you. We’re handcuffed. *Pulling both our hands in the air and shaking them*
*We get up off the ground*
Abbey: Great there goes our horse. I thought you said you could ride?
I don’t have a bridle. We were fairing just fine until you went and got all uppity about me touching you and smacked me in the chin.
*We recapture the horse and ride the rest of the way, bickering back and forth*
*Finally we arrive at the Book. I dismount and pull Abbey roughly off the horse. She keep stride with my step.*
SPOTS! Get a torch.
Abbey: Yes and please hurry.
See Brit lying on the catwalk holding her head* what’s with you?
Brit: Drinking equals pain not joy. Why do it?
Tried to warn you ‘bout that the other day. Seem to remember you sticking you tongue out me. *She does it again*
SPOTS hurry up.
*We sit on a large crate and our hands touch. We both jerk away and sneer*
Spots: Captain I *Notices my dress* I…
Get on with
Spots: I was checking the hydraulic line we replaced. It’s not the correct type for a Firefly. We need …
*Stan walks up*
Stan: Excuse me Captain. Do you remember me from last night? *I hold up a finger and nod to Spots*
Spots: The hoses might break again. If it happens on re-entry things could get bad.
Define Bad,
Spots: The fluid will ignite severing our wings.
How much? And get these off! *Shaking the cuffs*
Spots: I can probably pick them if you give me a few minutes
Abby and I in unison: Cut em.
*Turning back to Stan while Spots mumbles *
Yeah from the bar. Sam right?
Stan: No Stan. I was wondering sir if I might… * I pause him again*
Wash wave LT find out when he wants to discuss the plan.
Spots: It’s only the 12 hoses 30 credits a piece.
Stan: I’d like to book passage on your boat.
Wash: Bad news Captain. I talked to Dash on the Indy. She says LT hasn’t made it back yet.
*Looking at Abbey* You got a sister here? Maybe he’s tied naked to the back of a donkey right now. * She rolls her eyes*
You were say
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*The two strangers are forced backwards down the catwalks into the bay. Abbey has a very large gun (intimidating one like Vera, just smaller) pointed at them. She gets them back down onto the ramp and motions wildly with the barrel of the gun.*
abbey: Like I said… I do not conduct business in that way…
*She looks over at Colt, who is grinning from ear to ear. She glares at him. Suddenly, she lowers the gun, steps altogether too close to the strangers and starts to whisper to them. Colt warily watches them as a sinking feeling settles in his stomach.*
Colt moves to the right hoping he can get a better view at what is going on. The two strangers are listening to her intently, nodding as she spoke. Then they grin widely and nod enthusiastically.
Stranger *eagerly*: Absolutely, miss. Sounds like a plan. We are much obliged to participate in your services.
*Colts jaw drops to the ground.*
Colt *to himself*: She wouldn’t…
*He feels his blood start to boil. He’s not sure if it is because she is about to do something that he definitely doesn’t want her to do or if he wants to kill the men who are intent on doing it.*
abbey *loudly*: “I’ll see you tonight!”
They look back at Colt, give an excited wave good bye and leave the ship with a definite bounce in their step. abbey turns with a smile on her face and starts to walk by Colt on the way back to her shuttle. He grabs her arm.
Colt *growling*: You didn’t… You wouldn’t… You can’t…
abbey: They are very lonely, Captain. I had to help them out. They will be back later… with some friends.
Colt’s heart leaped into his throat. He couldn’t believe she was going through with it. And friends?
Colt *stammering*: I only meant… It was a joke… How could you…
abbey: They will be back tonight. They seemed very excited about my plans.
Colt *his eyes pleading with her not to go through with it*: You can’t…
*Abbey leans in and whispers into his ear.*
abbey *smiling all evil-like*: I told them that you had a black sequined nightie. They are looking forward to quite a show.
*With that she left him, making her way up the catwalk.*
*Colt stood there for a minute, his mouth opening then closing several times, trying to think of a response. Finally he moved over to the comm.*
Colt: WASH! I WANT TO BE UP IN THE AIR NOW!
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(I'm officially back in Cali now. Yes. Good to be home.)
*Chuckles as the Captain's cheeks redden and follows him up to the bridge*
Rough night, I take it.
Colt: Ya think?
Just good to have you back is all.
Colt: *stares at Sky for a moment and notices her chuckling* What?
Just got a pretty Captain is all.
Colt: *looks down at his dress and gives Sky "the look" before he heads down and changes, then soon comes back up*
So what happened? You and Abbey finally decide to--
Colt: Don't even think about saying it. We got kidnapped is all.
Ah, so that's what they call it these days, huh?
Colt: *sarcasm is clearly in his tone of voice* Amazing aint it? Now I got to thinking that this crew needs to lay off on the drinking. If it weren't for ya'll getting drunk Abbey wouldn't have been out there and in danger.
Aw, how cute.
Colt: What are you implying?
It's nothing.
Colt: Next time we decide to take a vacation, I need you to stay sober.
But-- *sighs* Fine, sir. But you can't say you didn't at least get a little drunk.
Colt: Well... I...
Aha!
Colt: Not the point! What would have happened to Abbey if I wasn't there, huh? She coulda gotten killed.
Probably woulda been better off actually.
Colt: Huh?
For instance... Bellerophon...
Colt: Don't start blaming that on me!
I ain't blamin' I'm just statin' facts. I could have gotten in there and out safely if you wouldn't have triggered that gorram alarm.
*smiles and begins to walk out*
Why dont you come on down on the galley. Must be hungry from all that "kidnappin" you were doin'.
Colt: From all that-- Ha. That's a good one!
*Sky laughs as she exits the bridge*
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*Oram comes across Abbey on the catwalk, she’s changed into some more comfortable, but naturally expansive, clothes*
Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna rib you about the Captain, but you are going to the infirmary to get on an nebulizer… I can hear you from here. And you're wrist is all cut up also, which will need some antiseptic cream and a bandage.
Abbey: I just need an inhaler
Who is the doctor on board? You want it to scar up and look all mummified?
*Abbey rolls here eyes but follows Oram to the infirmary reluctantly*
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*After talking with the captain Stan walks out of the hold and down the gangway into the common room. He grabs his duffel and case and sits on the ratty article of furniture that passes for a couch and opens the duffel. A short period of mumbling and searching later he pulls out a small secured wallet and punches in his security code.*
Stan:*quietly to himself* "Damn... well I'm sure I'll have enough for passage for awhile and maybe a bit left over. Didn't expect to spend this much so soon."
*Putting the wallet back into his duffel he finds a thick syntheather covered hard-case and opens it.*
Stan: "Alright, well at least these are safe."
*He smiles as he removes his spare glasses from their case and puts them on. They are of much finer quality than his other pair, having a wireless video link chip and biophotochromic cells for glare and UV protection when needed.*
*The doc and a woman who's name he cannot recall walk past towards the infirmary.*
Stan: "Hello."
Abbey: "Hi."
Oram: "Hey Stan, how's your nose?"
Stan: "Quite a bit better thanks to you."
*They enter the infirmary.*
*Mobbex rushes past quickly and into the infirmary.*
*Standing up and grabbing his things he takes them into the port passenger dorm hallway and sets them inside the closest empty room. After closing the door he heads up the stairs towards the aft-hallway on his way to the galley.*
Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"
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*Mobbex is on his way to his bunk when...* Ah... ha... aaaATCHOOo! *a hail of nasal gunk comes rocketing out of his nostrils and splatters the flooring*
Ugh... *notes that his throat feels a mite ticklish, all of a sudden*
What the... ahh ah *pinches the bridge of his nose, hence cutting the sneeze short* What's happenin' about me!?
*spins around and rushes toward the lower deck*
*Comes dashing into the infirmary with a look of distraught on his face* Doc, somethin' ain't right 'bout me. I'm sneezing and itchy all over and... *pulls up his shirt* Look! My belly's all reddish!
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(Sky walking down to the galley, Spots is pouring over technical blueprints)
Sky: Hey spots whats the news.
the starboard nacelle's hydraulic lines keep braking and i cant pin down the reason. maybe it is the main pressure drive or just the local unit if i reroute this i could **trails off in technical speech**
Sky: ooooK **eyebrow raised with a confused look on her face***
well if i dont get it goin we go WEEHHHHHHHOO POOF **mimicking a ship flying then crashing**
Sky: ah you do that then
well i think that when a made her run hot from Hera to Persephone it weakened the lines but i cant be sure
Sky: well i dont want to go splat so just fix it
(walking away)
will do
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