Life Onboard Serenity: Into The Black
POSTED BY: bigwolf18
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Isahiah once again awoke in state of fright, abruptly roused from fitful somnolence by the sudden, sibilant hiss relayed by the module's onboard communication array.
"Com chatter! Rosy Mary... that must mean I'm back on the map."Isahiah's breathing slackened and a wisp of a smile fleeted across his face. Up to this point, he hadn't dared to entertain even the dimmest flicker of hope as to his situation.
"It's nothing worth getting all steamed up about, though. I'm still a long way from home... or anywhere, for that matter. But it's a start."
He settled back onto his seat and brought up a hand to prod the compress on his forehead. The fabric felt uncharacteristically tepid and moist to the touch, and he resolved to change it right away. He quickly undid the knot and inspected the makeshift bandage. Sure enough, it was soused in semi-clotted blood and reeked of suppuration. This was bad news. He didn't have much in the way of antibiotics or cauterizing agent near at hand, nor did he possess a sufficient grasp of medical lore to reasonably attempt to close off the wound himself.
He tore off another segment of his shirt sleeve and tied it around his damaged cranium, then reached out a hand and switched on the distress beacon with a flick of the thumb before easing back into his seat again.
I guess it's out of my hands, at this point, he thought. He lifted his gaze and laid idly for a moment, staring at the cosmos, seemingly transfixed by the sight bestowed on him. He could think of worse places for a man to meet his end.
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crap, wrong account
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OOC- this is actually LeopardFlan, who petitioned earlier, on that last thread, made an alt for the same reason Mobbex made his
Planet-side on Paquin:
Aiko Kitahoshi turns to Tadashi, the captain of The Dragon.
Aiko- I appreciate you taking me on, but I am afraid our paths have seperated.
Tadashi- May you go well, then, and prosper.
Aiko- And may your journeys be succesful.
Aiko walks off the ship, carrying a bag, and is searching for a ship that will take her in the direction she wants to go. She wanders, and then finds the perfect ship. A Firefly, that would be practically tracing the Dandelion's path! She walks up to it and sees a young, slightly plump, cheerful woman sitting in front. Aiko strides up to her.
Aiko- Could your ship use another passenger?
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Paquin
It has been four days since Master Lam's body was cremated. Now the ashes reside in a delicate looking wooden urn, decorated with mosaics of white egg shell. The urn is, in turn, snugged into Scathac's small sea bag. As she wanders the docks, she remembers her last moments with her family. Ngia had given her a small bag of coin to pay her way, plus some credits had been transferred to her name. He knew she would come home, but he also knew that Scathac would take some time to walk the worlds. It was her way.
"Be well, mei-mei," he had said as he hugged her. Scathac had smiled, bowed to her brother, the new Grand Master, and left through the tall gate of the compound.
"Ah. There it is." A Firefly class. She had never travelled in one before. Two people stand in front of the loading bay. One of these people, like her, carries a bag. The other is a cheerful girl, slighly plump. Already Scathac likes her. She waits politely for the two to finish their negotiations.
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PAQUIN
Kellen's duffel bag was nearly empty, beside a few essentials. The only thing that stopped it being relatively light were the tools, something he had never parted with, even though he wasn't expecting to be a mech' on any boat.
Kellen Murphy was big man, a friendly Scot with an engaging grin, had a fierce pride in his ancestry, and he had been ship born, used to mundane jobs, everything from cleaning to cooking.
Man: You want some good dogs! Veryy, veryy good!
Kellen: Nae, ma' belly isn't guttin ae moment
Man: Wha'?
Kellen passed the man, briefly shaking his head. Just another in the crowded docks, where people were bustling to and from where ever. This was hardly apparent as he stopped in his tracks, his eyes transfixed on the Firefly. He didn't second guess his choice, and made his way to the bay...
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Malcolm Reynolds walked toward the small house on the edge of a stretch of carnival barkers and sidesohow freaks. He hadn't been to the carnival side of Paquin in a long time and prefered to keep it that way. The house was decorated with faded stars and a sign by the street advertisd Madame Li's star readings. The building, as Mal knew, was now used by Eliza Halloway, the director of the carnivals. She had the busy job of making sure they didn't go in each others spaces, or steal from each other, and in the case of last week, she dealt with murder.
Mal entered her office flanked by Zoe, who looked somber and militaristic. Eliza greeted them with a smile and a stack of papers. She was middle-aged, but strong in features. She moved with a hint of arrogance and potentially some military time. "It's simple you go you pick up the cargo and you come back. These papers will get you in and out, I expect it within a resonable time or your pay is cut in half. Are we clear. Good have a good day." The conversation was over and she walked back into her office.
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John and River walked into the cargo bay. They approached the door. "Kaylee, do you want to come laugh and the freaks with river and Oh people!. Hello I'm John." Two people had approached the door. One felt sad, she had been grieving. "You caoming aboard?"
johnttf
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Kellen was oblivious to the fact John had directed it towards the other woman, and extended his hand with a massive grin.
Kellen: Oh, aye sair!
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"Hello!" he said to the ethusiastic Scot. He leaned in close to Kaylee. "Are we in a position to take pasengers? I thought we were working."
"Yeah well I figured it would brighten the captain's charmingly depressed disposition lately."
"Yeah by making it charmingly angry. Shiny" he turned back to the people and awaited a response.
johnttf
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Kellen: Oh, nae, sair! A can gie ye a huand as ye's Cook to Cleaner for me passage?
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Scathac: "I would also like to hire passage. I'm heading to Sihnon, or as close as you can get me. I'm also in no rush. I don't mind a round about journey. Oh, I have the coin to pay my way." She has a friendly smile for John and the other crew members.
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