The Independence II - A VFF
POSTED BY: LtShepard
UPDATED: Saturday, May 31, 2008 18:17
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*Back on the Indy
*Heading towards my bunk:
(to myself emphatically) "I'm not fixing it."
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Ansell shifts on the infirmary bed. Within seconds, pain messages from virtually every nerve end on his body are flooding his brain. Their import is unmistakably clear: "you're hurt, don't move". Nevertheless, he shrugs them off and sits up.
Wo bist du jetzt, Ansell?
He looks up and takes stock of the room he's in. He can tell from the harsh lighting and rather spartan furnishing that he's in an infirmary, probably ship-side.
Ansell: *brings a hand up to prod the charring on his face and flinches as his fingers come into contact with raw flesh* Austch! I need to have words with the medic...
"Well knock yourself out. I really can't see her giving you an intelligible answer though," a feminine voice says from behind him, making him jump a little.
Ansell: *chuckles* I could recognize this voice amidst a throng of raging bovines... *turns around gives her as broad a smile as his mangled features will allow him* You've grown.
She closes the gap between them and forcefully slugs him in the shoulder.
LF: You hoary madcap! Why is it that can't you stay clear of trouble? And why must you always turn to me when you get stuck in a jam?
Ansell: Aua... be kind to my old bones, schatzi. They have been dealt enough harm for this day.
LF: *leans back against the counter and folds her arms across her chest* I seem to remember telling you not to call me that anymore.
Ansell, still rubbing his sore shoulder: Well, as they say, old habits die hard...
He pauses as an ebony-haired —very— young woman comes into the room.
Ansell: *wrinkles his brow upward and turns to Leopard* Wer ist sie?
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*relieved in the prospect of leaving Boros, yet nervous and uncertain of LT's capacity for retrabution Tax surveys the interior of the cargo hold where Jayne's body now lays covered with a grey wool military style blanket*
"Bow with me and allow us to pay respect to the dead. Dearly departed, Jayne you're absence will forever leave an unfillable place within the verse. For better or for worse you affected all the lives around you and you can never be replaced, for you are unique. Unique as a snowflake is unique and ever individual in your detail and grace. In this world you made your way the best that you knew how and in death you will receive a reward beyond all rewards. Jayne, you were a sinner as we all are sinners, and you are forgiven. God Almighty loved you in your birth, your life, and fatefully now in your death. Now you walk with God as will we all in his time, and as you are forgiven so shall we all be. May your soul one day embrace ours as we pass into the inevitable sea of eternity and judgement. Your judgement day has come, may you farewell Jayne. Amen."
*Turning to Lt*
"How long did you know her captain? Do you know what type of last rites she would prefer? Maybe her family would like to bury the body, can we deliver her back to hers? Even if we didn't do it right away, we could put her on cold storage and deliver her to a prefered location as your journeys permit."
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*Just as I am about to head down to my bunk, I hear voices coming from the infirmary, one is the FAST and one is a newcomer.
Ansell: Wer ist sie?
Dashile.
LF (aside): Now she understands German...
Ansell: "Is she the medic?"
(in unison) LF: "Yes"
No
Ansell: "Which is it?"
LF just shrugs:
(To LF): Sneaky.
Ansell: "Well, if you are, you haven't done well with me."
*He gestures at his charred flesh.
I didn't do that.
*Ansell looks at me quizzically:
"No, I didn't mean... anyway, you don't look old enough to be a doctor."
*Staring at him
I'm not a doctor, you are.
*Ansell looks at LF
"Did you tell her..."
LF: "No, don't ask me."
*I take another moment, absorbing what I can from this man. I walk to the head of the bed, straighten, and take a respectful tone.
"Wie ich kann, Ihnen helfen Artz Ansell?"
*Another glance from Ansell at LF.
LF: "No answers for you."
Ansell: "You can start by ensuring that the burnt areas remain clear, Bacitran should do nicely. Next some pain medication would not be unwelcome. The supplies here are probably rudimentary..."
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Lt looked at Jayne absentmindedly. Tax repeated himself.
Tax: How long did you know her?
Tax was getting angry now.
Tax: If your ignoring me bec-
Lt was clearly disturbed.
Lt: Sorry, I had only spoken to her three times, go figure.
Tax was just shocked.
Tax: I guess I don't need to ask if you know what type of last rites she would prefer.
Lt: I'll let you deal with burying her, I'll go grab Jay to help.
Lt walked back to the ship.
Lt: Jay, go move your ass, we got fatalities.
Lt jerked a thumb towards the building.
Jay: WHY ME?
Lt: MY SHIP!
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
Abbey: Words have gender in German, Italian, Spanish, etc.
Mobbex: : Yeah
Abbey: English is unisex
Stan: English is bi-sexual.
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OOC- Long story short, real life is interfering, so even though I can get on school computers, I won't be able to check my email or get on chatzy. So, I won't be able to follow the story line very well, and I'm really sorry about this.
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* APPROACHES THE 'INDY' AND SENDS A WAVE *
LTSHEPARD, YOU ARE BOUND BY LAW TO STAND DOWN BY AUTHORITY GIVEN TO ME BY THE ALLIANCE.
I HAVE SERVED YOU THIS ARREST WARRANT AND YOU MUST STAND DOWN.
Q: So, you're a bounty hunter?
A: That's not it at all.
Q: What are you then?
A: I'm a bounty hunter
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*the portex on LF's belt beeps insistantly*
LF- Who the hell is it....
*LF turns the portex on display mode*
*LF looks at the message and turns a dead white*
LF- Ansell, come on, Alliance
*Ansell turns the same shade of dead white*
*he starts to get up, wincing in pain, but bravely moving anyway*
LF- Dash- You haven't heard of us, we don't exist, tell everyone else that too
*LF pulls on Ansell's arm, and half-drags him to a one of the hiding places she discovered on the Indy*
OOC- Yes, I'm back. I was let off really early this time! 
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*I watch LF and Ansell practically fade into the ship.
(to myself, repeating): Leopard leads, the Follower follows, Spider's on the wall, Wolf in Sheep's clothing, Shepherd in the flock....
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Quote:
Originally posted by blackSPYDER:
* APPROACHES THE 'INDY' AND SENDS A WAVE *
LTSHEPARD, YOU ARE BOUND BY LAW TO STAND DOWN BY AUTHORITY GIVEN TO ME BY THE ALLIANCE.
I HAVE SERVED YOU THIS ARREST WARRANT AND YOU MUST STAND DOWN.
Lt sent a wave Back.
"This is Captain Shepard, you are advised to fu
ck off, or I'll serve you a can of whoop ass!98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
Abbey: Words have gender in German, Italian, Spanish, etc.
Mobbex: : Yeah
Abbey: English is unisex
Stan: English is bi-sexual.
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