VFF The Book continues 4
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*Stan heads down to his small passenger dorm. He grabs his duffel and looks around. The room is small and very much spartan, with only a simple mattress for bedding and dull gray walls. A typical passenger berth on a transport of the era when ships like this were far more common. Not even half as nice as the berths he saw on most the transports he took from the border to the rim.*
*He opens his duffel, pulls out his databook and sets the duffel back in the corner. Sitting on the bed he lies back and opens the computer, keying in the security passcode he inserts the encyclopedia key-chip and runs a search."
Stan: "Search Firefly series 03 standard model..."
*A small display screen depicts an image of a standard series 03 and begins to run through a circuit of images, cross-sections and close-ups of various components. A calm, natural, yet formal sounding female voice begins to emit from the speaker*
Universal Encyclopedia: Firefly series 03, commissioned by the Allied Spacecraft Corporation and designed by a team of engineers and specialists under Mandel & Earls, LTD and first built by Firefly Coach Works, LTD in the mid 2450's. It featured more crew quarters, passenger dorms and cargo space than either Firefly model produced before. With a modular section which could optionally house either a secondary cargo hold, passenger dorms or infirmary. A feature which was dropped shortly after initial construction in favor of a more standard design. Several variants on the series 03 were adapted after commission by private companies, organizations and individuals. Most notable of which would be the military variant used by the Independent Faction during the Unification War of the Early 26th century. Several of these were known to exist and all surviving examples were either destroyed by the Alliance since, or refitted for civilian and commercial use. For further information on the Firefly design and construction refer to the Mandel & Earls interactive virtual manual.
Stan: "Well that didn't help me very much... Search.. Firefly Series 03 vessel name 'Book'..."
Universal Encyclopedia: No record of this vessel exists in this library. Please supply more information or search current ship registry via a cortex terminal link.
Stan: "Yeah. Oh well..."
*He closes the book and sets it down on the mattress beside him. He leans back and closes his eyes to rest for awhile*
Stan:*mumbles quietly* "Wish something would happen around here. I'm already bored."
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Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"
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*Brit is pacing back and forth in her bunk. Her eyes are open wide and her hands move in different gestures as she speaks quickly to herself*
Stalking dead sheep... falling into the wrong hands and too much weight on her shoulders. Testing... testing...
*She knocks on the wall* Ok, the testing works...
Leaving us alone? No, that's not right. Nothing makes sense.
Let me go. And they listen? No, it doesn't make sense.
False sense of security. Crawling around like lions to their prey and pouncing us like sheep. And yet they go to rip apart our necks, but quickly stop and turn away... they... TURN AWAY?? Why? I don't understand why!
*She puts her head in her hands and stops pacing, but her eyes widen even more*
No... that can't be why...
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here!" - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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Wash on the comm.: Captain, better get up here we got a problem.
*I look back at Abbey’s door* Might be a problem.
*I’m still distracted until Wash snaps me out of it*
Wash: It’s the Alliance. They want us to dock.
Chou ma niao
*I run the bridge and sure enough the stars are gone, blocked by the giant ship.*
And how was I not aware of this?
Wash: Sorry Captain. I monitored the traffic leaving Creed but they must have parked behind a moon or something. They just popped up before they hailed us.
*Sky enters: Great, Alliance and us with an illegal load. Have I thank you lately for bringing me onboard?
Just get the fixed papers.
Sky: Colt their 3 months out of date, and even if they weren’t they don’t cover this cargo.
Just get em * I start down the passageway as Mobbex is coming back from his workout.*
Mobbex: What’s this about the Alliance?
Just what it sounds like. *walking past him*
Mobbex: Hey a…wait up. I just…well I might be a…wanted by them.
Oh there’s a surprise. What for?
Mobbex: Not sure. That’s why I said might.
Not sure?
Mobbex: Well I’ve done a lot of things. Not rightly sure who’s looking for me.
Just keep your mouth shut and no guns.
*The Book shudders and Wash comes over the comm.: We’re docked. They want all personnel to the cargo door.
*Everyone gathers in the cargo bay as the door opens, a group of soldiers spread out and cover the room. A tall lanky fella waltzes in behind them. I can tell from the look on his face this isn’t going to end well.*
Welcome aboard Commander…*extending my hand*
*He blows me off*
I’m Lieutenant Fox. *grabbing the papers from Sky. He opens them* You must be Captain Whedon.
That’s right.
Fox: Your papers are out of date. *Still reading* It seems your operating license for this quadrant has been canceled. *He looks at the load of wood and double checks the papers* And you are carrying sanctioned lumber from an Alliance provider. I see no record of that. I have to say Captain. You’re in a world of trouble.
*Turning to his men* Toss the boat. Let’s see what else he’s hiding.
*Abbey steps forward before I can stop her.*
Abbey: I think you’ll find my records are in order sir. I rent the shuttle.
*He looks over the documents unimpressed.*
Fox: A Gamer? I despise gambling.
Abbey: Well sir as you can see I am authorized by the House.
*Fox steps in close to her: Young lady, out here I am the only authority.
*I step between them: Well lets just see what your commander says bout that.
Fox: He won’t be bothered with the likes of you. *He steps back* But maybe he’ll visit you in our brig.
*His men move into Abbeys shuttle and start searching*
Fox: Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
*I look and Sky, then to Mobbex. Scanning won’t go well for the three of us. If Abbey is worried about it she doesn’t show it. The rest of the crew is behind me. If their worried I cant tell. This is bad*
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
Mobbex tenses up and takes a brief look at Colt. Colt is starring fixedly at him, his eyes advising him to stand down. Mobbex is itching to make a move, but the bay is already swarming with purple. He makes a face and throws his hands behind his head.
Mobbex: *between clenched teeth* Mi tian gohn...
'Knew I shoulda gone off... Damn this boat, damn these
, damn every last one o' them...
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*abbey had hoped that Lt. Fox would look at her papers and let her by. She had everything in order, but it didn’t work out that way. He was less than impressed, almost hostile towards her. She was thankful that Colt had interceded on her behalf by stepping in front of her.*
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Fox: Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
Retina scans? Lt. Fox said to do retina scans on everyone. That meant her too. abbey freezes, doing her best to stay calm. Colt looks back at her, but then goes back to dealing with Fox. Oram slides up from behind her.*
Oram *whispering*: You’ll be fine. I’m sure they would have taken care of this kind of thing. *Oram waits a second then doesn’t sound quite so sure.* Wouldn’t they?
abbey *whispering*: I don’t know. Never had one done before.
Oram: Not even for the House? *abbey shakes her head*
abbey: Aren’t you worried?
Oram: Not so much. I’m not the one who is supposed to be dead.
abbey’s windpipe tightens up. At first, she thinks it could be a lingering effect of the Panaflex, but it has been a few days since her last attack. This feels different. This is pure fear. She reaches out to Oram and squeezes her hand hard.
Oram: You OK? *abbey shakes her head.*
abbey: I’m scared.
Oram: You’ll be OK. The Captain will protect all of us.
abbey hopes that Oram is right and that somehow the scan will go fine. The thought of the Captain protecting her, although she knows he really couldn’t do much of anything if things go wrong, makes her feel marginally better. She plants that thought in the front of her mind and then begins to silently pray.
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*Sky is thinking to herself as the Alliance scatters on board.* Knew I should have got off this gorram boat earlier.
*Whispers to Colt.* So "Captain Whedon," how you gonna save the day this time? Or should I have gotten off your boat a mite earlier?
*Fox mentions something about Retina scans. Sky becomes nervous as Colt looks at both her and Mobbex.*
Retina scans... well this is just going to go just great. Just another reason to make me wanna leave.
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(Walking out of the engine room with wrench in hand just in time to be mobbed by alliance feds)
Fed: Weapon!!! (2 feds grab me and through my arm against the safety rail till my arm breaks and i drop the wrench)
Spots:AHHAAAA GORAMIT!!!
Colt: Hey hes just a mechanic
Fed2: Sir please stay where you are any action you take can be held against you.
(Colt holding back his rage backs down)
(Spots being brought down the stairs to the rest of the crew)
Colt: you ok??
Spots: not really but ill make it
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*Oram stays near Abbey, feeling calm and collected. Knowing she’s in the clear as she hasn’t done anything illegal in the past 4 years… well, not that she knows of. She feels Abbey squeezing her hand in a death-grip and absently squeezes back, then turns to see a couple of feds dragging Spots down the stairs, noticing that something is wrong with his arm. The doctor in her immediately flares up.*
Hey, you don’t have to manhandle him... you’ve already broken a limb.
Abbey: Oram, quiet!
No.. *sakes her hand out of Abbey's grip* I'm not gonna listen to his go se..
Lt. Fox: I’d hold you’re tongue; you’re under arrest along with the rest of the crew.
Still doesn’t give you the human right to break limbs, badly I might add, for taking people by surprise.
Lt. Fox: My medical team will assess whether his arm is, in fact, broken.
I'm a doctor, and from where I'm standing I can perfectly see it’s broken.
Lt. Fox: You’re a little young to be a doctor.
I passed the Alliance medical examination tests with semi-flying colours.
Lt. Fox: With a high chance that you cheated. I’ll be personally seeing to it that you are stripped of your medical licence if I find that you didn’t cross a T or dotted an I on any exams from the day you first stepped into medical academy.
And I’ll be personally seeing to it that your arrogance is reported to your superior and that you’re stripped of you dinky ship and its tin man crew.
*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse. She wipes her mouth on her sleave to find blood and that her jaw feels numb.*
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*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse. She wipes her mouth on her sleave to find blood and that her jaw feels numb.*
Mobbex makes a move toward the lieutenant but Colt steps in and lays an arm over his chest, stopping him.
Colt: *muttering* Hold it.
Mobbex, eyeing Fox in a pugnacious manner: That was a lil' out of order.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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