The Independence II - A VFF
POSTED BY: LtShepard
UPDATED: Saturday, May 31, 2008 18:17
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"THAT WAS A VERY 'FIREFLY LIKE' RESPONSE.
YOU HAVE BEEN SERVED."
* FLYS BEHIND THE INDEPENDENCE, GETS OUT, AND GRAFITTIS THE BACK OF THE SHIP *
* DISAPPEARS INTO THE BLACK *
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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Sh
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Ansell fastens an arm around Leopard's shoulders as she helps him off the couch, then winces and groans profusely as they make their way toward the exit.
Ansell, as they head out the door: Sachte, sachte! I think I have broken rib...
LF: We'll get it looked at later, for now just... hmph ...try not to trip. *frowns* Did you gain weight?
Ansell can't help but chortle, which sends him into a violent coughing fit.
He loosens his grip on Leopard's shoulder and reclines on a nearby bulkhead, his chest throbbing with pain.
LF: Ansell we have to move, they're coming.
Ansell buttons down his scruffy woollen shirt, unveiling a string of deep, angry purple contusions spanning the full breadth of his thoracic cage. An annoyed look crosses his features as he takes in the extent of the damage.
LF: Sheesh... they really gave it to you, didn't they?
Ansell: *nods as he buttons his shirt back up* Halsey hit me with sock filled with sand... immer und immer wieder. Artless, but very potent. *looks up and gives her a conniving smile* Ich nehme an, dass er hat einen Groll auf mich...
LF: *stiffens and shoots him a meaning look* Stop it. We'll get you fixed up in due time, but now I need you to come with me.
Ansell, smiling at her decisiveness: Jawohl... *pushes away from the wall and wraps an arm around Leopard's neck as he leans his bulk against her side*
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Lt walked towards Larry's rack. He hadn't replied last time, but Lt wasn't just going to knock this time round.
Lt: Larry!
Lt swung into the cabin, he hadn't seen Smythe for a couple of days now.
Lt: Ai Yah Tien Ah!
Larry was unconscious on the floor, Jack kicked himself for not looking earlier.
Lt: Help! Guhn Kwai!
Lt ran out pf the cabin to find Dash, spotting her entering the mess.
Lt: Dash, I nee-
Dash: I'm not fixing the mule.
Lt: Good new first or second?
Dash: Good news.
Lt: Good news, you don't have to fix the mule. Bad news, I need a new one.
Dash: Kwai Jio Kai...
Lt: Thats not why I'm here, I need your help. Larry's unconscious in his cabin!
Lt made his way to the cabin, lifting the smaller man out with Dash's help.
Jay: Wuo Duh Tian Ah!
Jay Rushed over to Larry.
Lt: Help me bring him to the Med Lab!
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[OOC: Crew member OREOISFIREFLY lost his friend Thursday in a car accident, so this short post is dedicated to him.]
Jay and Lt had got Larry into the med bay seconds before he had received the wave of another death.
Lt had walked into his cabin after receiving the wave. He hadn't known him, but he was a crew members friend, and it still hurt, adding to the pain from Jayne's death.
Both Lt hadn't really know, that struck him as strange, but Lt's life since the Steel Cats was only that.
Lt raised a small flag half way up, something he had done to often in recent times...
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All right guys, here is an idea, there is a basic list of supplies below.
As a crew, we have 1,117 Platinum budget at the moment.
I pay my crew a 10% cut, so you guys got 117 Platinum each.
I personally have 113 credits, or 282 platinum.
Below, the prices are in AC or C, which are credits. So, we need a conversion. Luckily, I have one.
1 credit = 2.5 platinum
446.8 AC 
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I'll get:
some Spices (17.5 Platinum)
A machete (10 Platinum)
Whiskey (15 Platinum)
100 shots of basic Ammo (10 platinum)
Total Cost: 52.5 Platinum
I have 64.5 platinum left.
(Sorry I haven't been on in a while, my modem has been crapping out on me lately. It will be fixed today, so no problem.)
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*Tax rolls over in his bunk and turns on the light*
I wonder whats for grub today...
*Tax thinks to himself*
I'm glad to have a refuge from the powers that be... but I know in time carma will catch up to me... it's too bad there was no copy of a Buddist book of philosophy on that list of provisions the captain had, it would be nice to research a countermeasure of bad carma... I presume good deeds are the primary method of making up for past negitive deeds... whatever the case I'm breathing, all my limbs are intact, and I smell grub a'cookin' I'll go see who's at work in the galley and try to lend a hand with the dishes...
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LF- *thinks to herself that Ansell should have lost weight, not gained it...*
*Ansell lets out another groan*
LF- Ansell, we're almost there, just hang on...
*spies the trap door to her hide-out, and points it out to Ansell*
Ansell- *frowns and peers at her quizzically* That is hardly a correct setting for me to be tending to my wounds...
LF- I could just haul you back over to the Taggart brothers, if you like.
Ansell- You know I didn't...
LF- Wait- I just hauled you here, why I want to haul you back? Guess we could call the Alliance instead, and they could put you inside a nice, rotting cell. Would you prefer that instead?
Ansell- *gives her a black look* Schon gut! *drops to his knees and worms his way in*
*LF gets impatient and shoves Ansell in* *Ansell turns a dead white as he lands on a cushion, opening his mouth slightly but unable to say anything*
LF- There, that wasn't so bad, was it?
Ansell- *rests his back against the bulkhead and pulls a face* Why you go through the bother of coming to my rescue only to ill-treat me afterward is beyond me.
LF- Shh... think something's happening here. *LF goes to a funky-looking machine, pulls and pushes a few levers, then slams a button a couple of times* *the screen on the machine displays the supply list*
So... we get to shopping. 117 platinum, 46.8 cred, that's useful. First time I've had money for a while... Lets see... I've been needing to re-stock on fire jelly for some time, nows a good time as any to get some more.... and that scrappers gel sounds damned useful, and alot more portable then that old torch I have to lug around, I'll get some of that... and I've been needing a new machete, my old one's lost it's edge, thanks to you *gives Ansell a glare*
Ansell- What? Ich hatte mein Skalpell verloren!
LF- Anyway... Purification crystals at a cred apiece? A bargain! Some spices would be nice, I'll get a package of the rare... and I'll get some food, figure the crew wouldn't take kindly to a drain... so...Ansell, what will you be buying?
Ansell- I... *pauses; knits his brow pensively* ...I am not sure yet.
LF- Tell me when you are then.
*LF starts typing up a list on the funky machine* *the machine spits it out after a minute of whirling and a couple whacks on it*
*LF whistles in a distinctive pattern* *the fox crawls out of a hidden corner, and walks over to LF* *LF taps on the fox's back for a bit, in a complicated pattern* *the fox picks up the list, and walks into a tiny tunnel in the den*
*the fox sneaks to the common area, quickly looks around to make sure no-one is in there at the moment, sets the list on the table, and sneaks away*
The list reads:
"Cap'tn and crew, Leopard would like the following things purchased for her-
~1 machete -4 cred
~1 purification crystal -1 cred
~1 package of rare spices -7 cred
~2 scrapper's gel packs -6 cred
~4 protein packs -12 cred
~9 packs fire jelly -1.8 cred
Leopard shall be using her cut of the crew's money. The change will be 15 cred, approx, and shall be returned to this spot. Shortchange her, and die painfully.
OOC- I've decided to start coloring my posts because I've gotten bored with all the plain white text ^_^
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Shepard walked into the mess, almost stepping on Leopard’s fox.
Lt: Gorram’ animal! Nearly got your self killed.
The Fox scuttled off, and Lt grabbed the note.
Lt: Damn it fox! Hold up!
Lt ran down after it, knowing the fox would lead to Leopard. Lt’s combat boots hit heavily down on the deck, scaring the animal off before reaching its final destination.
Lt: Dam-… Oh, wait.
Lt smiled impishly, pleased with himself. The chase had led them to the stairs to the brig. If Leopard was hiding, there was only one place she could go from here. Shepard stood on the metal bars below him and slid open the tiny crawl space above the brig.
LF: How the hell.... gorramit!
Lt: My ship.
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