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Teela heard this, and a gave small little laugh.
Manti just stared at her. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, I just remember something I read in a philosophy book."
"A philosophy book?" Manti raised an eyebrow, as if she seemed someone would never touch a philosophy book.
"Well, not so much philosophy as...not sure. Anayway, it says that if you were to take a large gulp of air before you were, say, thrown out of an airlock, then you would have about 30 seconds of air, and that the probability of you being picked up by another ship in those 30 seconds would be 2 to the power of 276,709 to one against. Seems Wilkins had some nice luck, and it struck me as funny."
"Uh-huh. This philosophy book wouldn't be called the 'Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy', would it?"
"Actually, no. It was a worst-case scenario handbook of somesorts."
Manti just said "How the heck is that a philosophy book."
"It just is. Anyway..."
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I could at least try to advance the plot, but I wanted to have this conversation.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
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OOC: Wow, our science is BAD. But who cares? This is fun!
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Ebo hit the 'com and said, "Manti, how's the engine holding up?"
"Well, the parts that haven't shaken off yet are doin ok."
"Oh yeah, this is a fine piece of machinery this is."
"Hey!" Teela shouted, "Be nice to her."
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Oh yeah, Ebo is a big help with the story moving. Could I get some Cliff Notes or something?
This was mostly a hey look! I'm not dead yet! post.
And somebody asked about cussing, my answer: Go for it. (America! Fuck yeah!)
And yeah, we need a new title.
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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OOC: I got an idea for the new title - Sidere. Yeah, I got originality pourin' outta my ears...
Anyway...
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Mantichorus took a deep breath. Good. The engine had stopped smelling hot. The last thing they needed was a fire eatin' up their oxygen. They wouldn't be able to hard burn for at least a quarter of an hour. He turned to the intercom.
"We won't be able to do another hard burn for 15mins minimum." He paused for this to sink in. "Ebo, do you know any fancy flyin'?"
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A/N: For "fancy flyin'", read "Crazy Ivan".
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"To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation." -Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms.
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"Never ask for a name. Ask instead what those you meet would like to be called" - Doctor Occult.
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Soul and Gilico emerged from the stairs and into the hallway that ran the length of the ship. Gilico turned left and headed for the engine room while Soul went in the direction of the bridge. As he stepped up the short flight of stairs, he was nearly thrown off of his feet as the ship lurched to the side. Ebo was at the controls, with Teela hanging onto the back of her chair for dear life.
Manti's voice came shouting over the intercom. "I said fancy flyin', not crazy flyin'!"
"Hey," Ebo shot back, "I'm kinda tryin' to keep us alive here, so unless you want Wilkins getting his hands on us..." She let the thought hang in the air unfinished.
Soul stepped forward, grabbing onto anything he could find to keep from falling over. "Do what you have to do, Ebo," he said. "Just buy us as much time as you can."
She grinned at him. "Sure thing," she beemed while Teela looked on in horror as Ebo jerked the controls once again.
Soul could hear Wilkins' voice screaming over the comm-link between the Firefly and the Alliance ship, but Soul ignored it, instead grabbing the intercom mike and keying up the engine room.
"Manti, he yelled, "Whatever idea you had involving Wilkins' fighter, if it's going to help us live for longer than five minutes, speak now, or..." He gulped, imagining the iminent firey death that they all faced if the Alliance ship got ahold of them. "...or forever hold your peace."
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"Thank you for bein all ominous and depressing while we're outrunning bad guys," Ebo quiped, "Your an insipration to us all, beacon of light and so on."
"You just drive."
"Soul, hold the com for me, I wanna talk to Manti."
Soul did so, "Your the boss, boss."
"No, I'm the boss," Tella said.
"Manti, before you go save the day in that fighter, tell me something," Ebo said into the com Soul was holding out for her, "We're gonna hit atmo in 2 minutes. Is the engine ok for that?"
"No."
"Oh good."
"We could shut her down," Soul said.
"He's right, that'd cool her off," Manti added, "Just line up your trajectory and coast on in. Buy us somemore hard burn time if we needed it too."
"What are the chances it'll start again?" Ebo asked, "Need the engine turning to land."
"Probably about 50/50." Manti said.
"Do it," Tella ordered, "And Manti, if you have any idea's regarding that fighter I'd get do doin em."
"Alright, I'm shutting her down," Ebo said, reaching up to flip the three switches above her head.
The ship hit atmo and began its wild shaking, and Ebo silently hoped the shaking wouldn't throw them too far off their trajectory.
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OOC: The three switches!!! Gotta love 'em! 
And why does everyone presume that I had a plan involving the fighter...? Ah, well.
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Do you think explosions are pretty?
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'Adrenaline surge, bang on time...' Mantichorus smirked to himself. "Soul, Glico. Do either of you have enough knowledge to overload both the engines and weapons on that fighter?"
There was a pause. "I think I could do it." Soul's voice came cautiously over the intercom. "Why, what's your plan?"
Mantichorus took a deep breath. "Set them to overload, set the fighter adrift, and... boom. We ride the shockwave down. It should also throw the Alliance off."
There was a second pause. "Are you completely INSANE?!" Teela asked increduously.
"I haven't discounted that possibility." Mantichorus admitted.
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Soul made his way through the ship to the Fighter, holding to the walls and railings as Sidere buckled through the atmosphere. He crawled through the hatch and set to work on the controlls. He heard Gilico come through behind him and settle into the other chair.
After a handfull of seconds during which Sidere's shaking got even worse, Gilico clapped her hands at the same moment Soul hit the final button.
"Done!" Gilico exclaimed.
Soul clambored out of his seat. "Then let's get out of here," he said.
The two of them had barely made it back into Sidere when the docking clamps released on the Fighter. Soul and Gilico ran back up the stairs, splitting again with Gilico running to the Engine Room and Soul heading for the bridge.
Teela turned and looked at him. "Are we set?" she asked.
Soul nodded and looked down at the console to his right as he brought up the countdown clock that he and Gilico had set up on the Fighter. "Ten seconds!" he said.
Teela grabbed the intercom mike. "Hang on!" she yelled.
Soul counted down, his arm gripping the copilot's chair. "Five...four...three...two...one...-"
The Fighter exploded, and Sidere was bathed in the light of a thousand suns.
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OOC: Whee! That last line, I was just dying to use that, so...BOOM!
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"Shit!" Ebo cried, and started fliping switches, "We need to start her up again. Got no controls with the engines off. The repercusions from the blast are pushing her tail end the wrong way. We'll be spinning soon."
"Planets commin up a bit fast," Gilco mentioned.
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Ebo barked, "Guys, anything you can do in the engine room would be good. Sooner would be better then later."
Soul and Manti ran out towards the engine room.
They just made it through the kitchen when they were thrown off their feet, landing in a heap on the cealing.
"Gravity forces," Manti said, pulling Soul up, "We're fliped over, and the gravity from the planet is stronger then our artificial gravity. Our situation has not improved."
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"An example of 'out of the frying pan into the fire' I guess." Teela said.
"Yes, Tella, only in your head." Ebo said. "I have everything under control.
"My name is Teela, a, and b, that last comment does not make me feel any better."
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Yay for not advancing the plot! Oh well, I can do that sometime later/soon/whenever.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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