GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19

POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, August 19, 2004 18:38
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MERCEDESTROY

Saturday, August 14, 2004 5:07 PM

KAYLEE’s move

LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM

ROWAN
Kaylee? I don't mean to interrupt, but I brought some dinner. Figured you'd need something to take the taste of those protein bars away. I'll just leave it here by the door. Keyi? {pause} You ever need anything, gimme a shout."

KAYLEE surfaced at the sound of another voice and the smell of something rather, well nice! She recognized her, one of the new folk. ROWAN? she calls back, but there is no answer. Musta been on her way somewhere else. But something smells, um well, maybe I can stop for just a minute.

She puts down her tools and gets to her feet. There is a plate near her hammock, covered in a napkin. Lifting the cover shows her some sticky Chinese concoction with a chickeny smell, and a pair of Wash’s stainless steel chopsticks. Yummy, she thinks, and settles on the bunk, plate in hand to savor the food.

Hope Simon got some o’ this, this is nice. crosses her mind first, before remembering. How could she forget? Where is he? What is going on? How could he just leave and why, why is he actin' so very strange. Just not like himself a'tall.

The food loses its savor. All she can think is that her Simon is in trouble, and the last thing she said to him was so cold. Will he ever have the chance to understand why? Will she have the opportunity to be sorry. It was necessary, but she is still very sorry.

After a while she finishes off her cold plate; Daddy taught her never to waste anything, and goes back to the job at hand.

EOM
Keyi = Okay (Chinese)

OOC: edited 4th paragraph - did not feel correct.

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SAINT JAYNE

Sunday, August 15, 2004 3:28 PM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - PASSENGER DORMS

Jayne raps softly on Shepherd Book's door. Just in case Book is busy "diverting his energies" after his time with Rowan, he leans into the door and loudly whispers:

JAYNE
"Hey Preacher, I need ta talk. You busy?"

He waits for a response and listens to rythmic sounds of the weight bench being used in the cargo bay.

SQUEE

Sunday, August 15, 2004 6:18 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY to CARGO BAY

Damon returns to the cargo bay after dropping off the disinfectant in the infirmery. He passes Jayne on the way, who knocks on Book's door. Damon lets him firgure his own schedule out and doesn't say anything.

He spots Merz working out on the bench drenched in sweat and still plowing along as if lifting foam. To say that Damon is impressed would be an understatment. He's seen a lot of very well built men in his day but he has a feeling that Merz exceeds their capabilities in more ways than one. He smiles but doesn't want to interrupt.

Deciding to just wait for Jayne- or perhaps a brilliant idea for what else he could do to fall from the stars- he seats himself on the floor, leaning against a crate of tequila.

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

MANIACNUMBERONE

Sunday, August 15, 2004 9:15 PM

Book's Move
Location: Book's Room

The whisper from his door breaks Book's reverie over the contents of the hidden box. Deftly returning a few items to the box, Book softly closes the lid of his large trunk and turns to his door panel. He can see Jayne's large frame outlined against the thin material of his door. "My door is open, Jayne. Come in."

EM

DECOY

Sunday, August 15, 2004 10:58 PM

Wash’s and Zoe’s move:
LOCATION - BRIDGE

(Wash is memorizing his chosen course… as if his life depended on it… no, better, as if the passengers and crew were counting on it… no, harder, as if Zoe’s life was depending on it. He has a sudden thought, after crashing his Serenity for the umpteenth time: better log in the fake survey run, as to be more legitimate, and therefore more believable. Wash plays with the cortex for a minute, turning away from his helm console, typing in his message, and then getting his automated reply. Wash turns back to the helm, mind cleared and blanked, ready to study the course again, when…)

Meanwhile, nearby, in the dorm shared by Wash and Zoe, Zoe has been sleeping… vague, and restless… having bad dreams. She sees many bad things happening, but is powerless to stop them. Then, some clarity, as she and Mal, teamed up as usual, going out to make another deal… the negotiations get ugly as they mostly do… and gunplay ensues… they are pinned down, as usual, but this time is different… her weapon does not fire. When she checks her magazine, the ammo somehow spills out all over the ground, useless. Mal leaps up to defend her, and is slowly being shot to pieces… She is powerless to save him. As he falls… a lone figure steps out of the cover, and begins walking over to her, readying his weapon… Niska, the one who hurt her best friend and lover… She finally gets the partially filled magazine into her gun, and sprays fire wildly at him… at the identical instant that Niska’s first shot rings out… they both hit Wash, who has leaped in totally unexpected, as usual, to try to save her from Niska’s bullet… Wash crumples riddled by Zoe’s attack, as Niska laughs, and slowly turns to walk away… Zoe cradles Wash’s body, and screams at Niska… WHY? Why them, not me? Niska turns back, and… MECHANICALLY SCREAMS WHILE HIS HEAD ERUPTS IN AN UNHOLY LITE REDDISH LIGHT…

(The abused Helm console explodes in Wash’s face… The chicken flavored whatever had shorted out the lights under the helm, puffing black soot all over Wash’s face. Wash’s hands, without thought, bump the control yoke as he reaches for his face and eyes… Serenity jerks once, then the autopilot takes back over control. When he finished wiping out his watering eyes, wonder of wonders… the jammed shut helm console top, had neatly swung open on it’s up to now frozen shut lid.) “Kaylee’s gonna love that,” (Wash says to Rex, safely on top of the gunnery console) “that lid’s been stuck on there for months, we’ve had to crawl under the console and stick our hands way up in there to fix whatever… Good.” He then notices… Serenity’s at… Pink Alert?

(Zoe leaps up out of bed, drenched in sweat, fully clothed and armed, as she pulls her weapon of choice out from under her flattened, soaked pillow. She hears the electronic alarm going off, and is not aware of Serenity’s calm voice stating “Battle stations” over and over…)

(Wash is sitting, covered in a fine black powder, staring at the nearest pulsating pink light.) “I didn’t know we had a battle stations button, (Wash swings the lid down, and sees the red tell-tail button lit) “No, that’s not right, I can’t have a pink alert on my bridge, not as long as I’m the pilot! This must be Kaylee’s fault, I’m not gonna wanna be around when Mal sees this.” (Wash presses the lit button, which, up to now, no one on board knew what it had been for; Kaylee had traced the wire back to a small box, which was wired into Serenity’s intercom. He desperately punches it several times.) “Oops, that didn’t work, I’d better call Kaylee up here to turn this off… pink light bad, and the volume is murder.”

(The digital stick on clock which was on the top of the helm, which tried it’s best to go sailing out into the black, was stopped just short by smashing into the fore starboard viewport, and then raining down to the floor in a few hundred pieces, it’s last helpless thought: 17:20 AMT (05:20pm)… Gorram chicken flavore … .

EOM

Decoy, they make me g

MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, August 15, 2004 11:01 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY to BRIDGE AND ALL POINTS BETWEEN

MERZ … seven hundred thirty-seven, seven hundred thirty-eight, seven hundred thirty-nine …

She is a bit startled when the white lights in the bay drop, replaced by flashing lite reddish illumination. A pleasant female voice begins chanting, battle stations, battle stations.

No thought required. MERZ knows where her place is. The weight bar is snapped upwards in order to give her room to bolt upright off of the bench, once standing she snatches the falling weight out of the air one-handed and drops it back onto its cradle. Serenity shakes. Then she is running full tilt for the stairs, across the catwalk, through the dining room, into and through the front hall, up the stairs and is throwing herself into the gunnery station chair.

When she finally glances at WASH, while fastening the fighting straps, he looks … smudged. Not concerned, not anxious, just dirty. MERZ tilts her head at him. Is there something you want to tell me?

WASH just stares at her with water running from his eyes. Ouch?

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SQUEE

Monday, August 16, 2004 5:58 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to BRIDGE

Damon had only just settled down when the ship's com comes to life. Battle stations, battle stations. Confusion quickly turns to alarm when he hears Merz jump to her feet on the other side of the room. He draws a breath and opens his mouth to ask her a question but she is already running up the stairs before he can get it fully formed.

Battle stations, battle stations.

No questions needed. He doesn't know if he has a battle station or where it would be, but he knows answers are on the bridge and runs up the stairs. His brain instinctively starts bringing any and all possible exits and assests to his attention, no matter how insignificant.

Two shuttles, space suits near the cargo bay air lock, likely at least one other air lock that could be found. There's a gun in my bag, don't have one on me, knife in my boot. Pocketknife, lighter, unidentified pills, bits of wire and a couple paperclips in my pocket. Twelve people on board- Mal, Zoe, Jayne, Merz and possibly Book look to be good fighters. Rest are maybes at best. Jayne's like to have the best gun's, tequila should be flamable, lots of useful stuff in the engine room and infirmery. If all else fails, I'm fit to throw some punches.

Battle stations, battle stations.

He steps onto the bridge not long after Merz and takes in the scene. Wash seems mostly calm and unworried. Merz looks like she's waiting for orders or answers. The consoles are smoking and the air smells like burnt food. Pink lights flash but a glance out the window show's no sign of anything but stars.

"What's goin on?"

OOC: there's probably more little things in Damon's pockets that he's thought of over the years to carry around that I couldn't think of in less than 30 minutes. if anyone comes up with any, let me know

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

CAPNRAHN

Monday, August 16, 2004 10:06 AM

LOCATION MAL's Bunk
Mal is shaken from his dark reverie by the voice chanting 'Battle Stations'. He hits the intercom with a tad more force than necessary.

"Wash - What the gorram hell is goin' on!!!"

EOM

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

SAINT JAYNE

Monday, August 16, 2004 2:52 PM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - PASSENGER DORMS and there abouts

Maybe Book is on the weights then? Jayne walks into the common area when warning lights and repeated warnings of "Battle stations" start.

This is getting taxing. Jayne stalks back to the stairs and up to the top level at high speed. His pistol has once again found a place in his hand. Jayne pauses at the intersection and curses himself for letting Rowan into the engine room. If Kaylee was hurt, he couldn't live with himself. Well, maybe that's a little strong. But he certainly couldn't live with Rowan!

Jayne whips around the corner, pistol aimed down the hall, and walks with speed and stealth to the engine room.

MERCEDESTROY

Monday, August 16, 2004 10:47 PM

KAYLEE’s move

LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM

KAYLEE never makes it all the way back to the artificial gravity genny. When the lights dim and then come back flashing pink, and the comm starts spouting “battle stations, battle stations” in Serenity’s calmest voice, KAYLEE scowls. Now, just how the guay did WASH manage to set that off? I thought I had that completely disabled. If he’s been messin’ ‘round under his console again I’m gonna’ … Oh, shiong mao niao, anyway.

She slams a couple of tools in her pocket and heads for the door to the engine room. Gonna go up to the bridge and straighten this out. And maybe straighten that gorram pilot at the same time.

She glances up at the flashing lights, and smiles to herself. nice color, pretty

EOM

guay = hell
shiong mao niao = panda piss

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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