RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 16
POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagol
UPDATED: Wednesday, May 19, 2004 22:54
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LOCATION - WHAREHOUSE OF SIMON'S MINDSCAPE
Timless Void
As ...
Simon wakes in a tiny frigid cube - just enough for him to curl up in. His mind races ...'Where?' ... He suddenly realizes he is in a cryro-box and the hum he hears is a sign that it is operating.
Fear explodes across his cortex. Childhood traumas and old angst floods over Simon in a burning gout of lava. He retreats, using his mantra he shared with River in times like these ... 'Fear is the mind killer. Together we can allow the fear to wash over us and fade in the distance of time and only we will remain'... , However, he cannot sense River and thus his mantra rings hollow in his mind. Utilizing this weakness, the Fear begins to stake it's claim and devour Simon's very soul.
EOM
OOC: Thought you'd like to see what Simon is going through ... with apologies to the makers of the films "Mindscape" and "Dreamcatcher". And to the very excellent author, Frank Herbert!
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Book’s voice: “Don’t worry, captain, the boy doesn’t know how to get them off.”
Mal’s voice: “Good.”
Damon opens his eyes to find himself in one of the dinning chairs in the galley. He looks up to see Mal standing in front of him with his arms crossed. Jayne stands on Mal’s left and Zoe on his right, all three of them glaring angrily. Book steps up from behind him, his face expressionless.
Damon starts to stand, but quickly realizes that his hands are bound behind him. Anger boils up as he tries to pull his arms free of the chair.
Damon: “What the diyu is going on?”
Mal: “You lied to us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mal: “I’m talkin about this.” Mal points to the brand on Damon’s arm. “You don’t belong on my boat.”
Jayne: “Gorram right he doesn’t. This goushi buru nu li belongs in Fed custody.”
Zoe: “I say we hand him straight back to Crofton Trihn. We could put some decent food on the table with the amount of money he’s offerin.”
Damon: “No! You don’t understand, I-”
Wash walks in: “I already waved his ship. We’re all about to become a lot richer.”
Damon pulls at the restraints, yelling in Chinese: “Let me go!”
“Hello, Damon.”
Damon feels a knot solidify in his gut, his blood drains from his face in instant recognition of the voice. He looks toward the door to see Crofton entering the galley.
Crofton: “Looks like your little escapade is over…”
Damon practically trips over his feet scrambling to get up. He pushes himself against the wall of the galley, drenched in sweat and whiter than a sheet. His hand fumbles to pull his gun free of its holster.
Quote:
"Sixty-five percent, not bad for a first try, I guess. Merz says we did well for our first outing. What's this about a probable situation at the drop?"
“Stay the hell away from me!” he yells in Chinese. He cocks his gun and holds it up defensively.
diyu - hell
Goushi buru = lower than dog shit
nu li = slave
OOC: for any observant people in the galley, Damon's safety is on...
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION – SHUTTLE As . . .
MERZ walks back and forth for a minute, uncertain if this is a proper course. She does not want to intrude . . . . no, must meet her, only way
Suddenly deciding MERZ spins and knocks on the door.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - COMMON ROOM
Jayne steps out of the infirmary, tugging at the uncomfortable wrap job he's done on his injured hand. It really doesn't need to be bandaged anymore, but Jayne still keeps the scars hidden. Scars from a bite. Well, I'm feelin' fine. Guess she don't got rabies, Jayne jokes to himself.
DAMON
Echoing from above, in the galley
"Stay the hell away from me!"
Jayne knows that could mean any manner of trouble was happening. Urgently and stealthily he moves up the stairs and stops at the top landing, staying concealed as he listens closely, and slowly edges his head around the corner to take a look. Unconsciously his pistol has already migrated into his left hand.
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LOCATION - GALLEY
2518 AD ~ Day 024/January 24 ~ 1431hrs/2:31 PM AMT {fer those chrono-philes}
As ...
Damon practically trips over his feet scrambling to get up. He pushes himself against the wall of the galley, drenched in sweat and whiter than a sheet. His hand fumbles to pull his gun free of its holster.Quote:
“Stay the hell away from me!” Damon yells in Chinese. He cocks his gun and holds it up defensively.
ZOE: "Sixty-five percent, not bad for a first try, I guess. Merz says we did well for our first outing. What's this about a probable situation at the drop?"
Mal leaps to his feet, food forgotten. He gulps down the last bit in his mouth as he races to get Damon's attention. Mal raises his arms akimbo, elbows floating over his hips and upper arm parallel to his body. His hands are open and empty to show he is carrying no weapon. When Damon blearily focuses on him and wavers his weapon in Mal's general direction, Mal speaks -- looking Damon dead in the eye. Mal's own radiating a steely calm.
MAL
softly terse
"Son, no needin' to wave your shooter around. We're all ... acquaintances here, but good ones. Real good."
Mal looks around quickly, knowing Damon's gaze would be a fraction behind his. Nodding his head in a friendly manner, Mal looks for visual support of his words.
Not willing to turn and lose sight of Damon, Mal knows Thorne will play back-up quite well.
He nods to Wash on the very edge of his peripheral vision and continues on.
Briefly locking eyes with Zoe he flicks his eyes in a glance to Damon's left flank, she knows the cap'n. She nods minutely, her plan already formulated.
River and Mal share a understanding look and nod. She is very intent on Damon. But something else seems to be distracting her. Not concerned, Mal's gaze moves on.
He beams at Kaylee in an effort to calm her, she always hated guns and for her to see Damon waving one around - a though shoots thu Mal's mind:..."Damon won't get the chance, she AIN'T gonna be shot again, GORRAM it!!!"...
Shaking off the anger, his gaze reaches Book. Mal fires off a tiny twitch of a frown to on the left corner of his mouth, hoping to indicate to Book that he should cover Damon's right flank. Besides, Book seemed to be real respectable at reading signals. After Mal receives Book's minute response, he swings his head back to again lock eyes with Damon.
MAL
softly as if speaking to family or crew
"Mr. Damon, I request that you please put away your piece. ...with intense strength and power, but nearly a whisper... Now.
EOM
OOC: Teela - see the Simon update for the source of the 'distraction' I mention in this Mal post. River barely, barley hears - a ghost of a whisper of the 'mantra'.
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Wash's Move:
Location - Galley
“Stay the hell away from me!” Damon yells in Chinese. He cocks his gun and holds it up defensively.
Wash (to himself, as Mal jumps to his feet to confront Damon): “Never a dull moment around here…” (He edges slowly behind Zoë, and cheerfully nods as Mal looks at him.)
At a small, run-down decrepit spaceport, a big man by the name of “Slim” checks his used and obviously well loved pocket watch… it reads 1431 AMT (02:31pm)
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first. (Maybe not this time, though... 
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Damon’s turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Quote:
Originally posted by CapnRahn:
Mal speaks - looking Damon dead in the eye. Mal's own radiating a steely calm.
Mal softly terse: "Son, no needin' to wave your shooter around. We're all ... acquaintances here, but good ones. Real good."
Damon watches Mal for a moment, his heart thundering wildly in his chest, but doesn’t lower the gun. As soon as Mal looks away, Damon’s eyes dart around the room, picking out the threatening faces. Zoe, Thorne, Book…
Only three? Where did he go? He was here.
Quote:
MAL
softly as if speaking to family or crew
"Mr. Damon, I request that you please put away your piece.” ...with intense strength and power, but nearly a whisper... ”Now”.
“I’m NOT going back!”
He tries to back up, but only manages half a step before he bumps into the wall. His breathing increases in rising panic. He scans the room again, his gaze already shifted from anger to fear.
Tzao gao, where’s the door? I need a door.
He aims his gun from Zoe back to Mal as he slowly moves along the wall toward the aft hall.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley
Time slows. From his point of view, everyone seems to be moving and talking too slow. They aren't, of course, but it seems that way for a few moments to Book due to the release of certain chemicals in his brain, triggered when the gun appeared unexpectedly in Damon's hand.
The captain gives him a signal, but due to the odd nature of his perpective at the moment, it seems to take too long. Book observes the scene with interest, the voices, Damon, irrational, the gun, the safety on, and himself, rational, feeling in certain control. As Damon bumps into the wall and turns around for a moment, Book drops quickly out of Damon's sight and appears a few seconds later, in Damon's blind spot. Damon swings the gun around at them, confusion and anger painted on his face.
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Damon scans the room again, his gaze already shifted from anger to fear.
Tzao gao, where’s the door? I need a door.
He aims his gun from Zoe back to Mal as he slowly moves along the wall toward the aft hall.
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Book hears Damon's intake of breath as Damon notes his obvious absence. Deciding to stop Damon before he can hurt anyone or himself, Book only has to wait a second as Damon backs into him, then he steps into him, applies a non-wrist-breaking wrist lock and deftly takes the gun from Damon's hand.
"It's alright son... No one here's gonna hurt you."
EM
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Thorne's Move:
Location: Galley
Thorne thinks: "Damn. Off on another tangent. If it ain't one thing on this boat it's another. Next time I have a delivery I'll just call UPS."
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Damon's move:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Damon continues to move along the wall, trying to keep everyone in view. Something nags at the back of his mind, telling him something isn't right.
Time enough to sort that out when it's safe.
He aims for Mal and Zoe as they move closer.
Where's Crofton? ... where's Book?
Before he has time to look, he backs into someone behind him. His muscels tighten instantly, ready to defend himself, but his attacker moves faster.
Quote:
Originally posted by ManiacNumberOne:
Book only has to wait a second as Damon backs into him, then he steps into him, applies a non-wrist-breaking wrist lock and deftly takes the gun from Damon's hand.
Damon turns to face Book and yanks his arm free.
Quote:
"It's alright son... No one here's gonna hurt you."
He's lying. The others are behind. Don't fight, run. Only one between me and the door. I can make that.
It's a technique he has down better than any other: evade the enemy and run like hell. Perfected after years of practice, he pushes passed Book, keeping his arms and cloths free from the other man's grip, and runs for the door.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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