VFF The Book Continues part 5
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Time for another thread.
Here some news the crew needs to see.
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Where we started
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33104
Where we moved to
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33308
The one after that
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33361&m=603846#603846
The one were leaving
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=21&t=33451
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**** sits in her pilot seat and remembers ................
It was a bright beautiful day . As it should be on her wedding day.
Sha'uri--- well (to her bridesmaids) in about 45min. Iamgoing to be Mrs.Christian Fox.
Monica--- look you are one of the luckiest girls I know. YOu get to marry this hot officer and where his brother has got some serious feelings for you
Sha'uri--- Monica I hope that when I marry his brother that will all change.... He was a friend nothing more I don't get where he thinks That I share his feelings when I don't. My family Thought it best to marry me to his older brother not him.
Monica---I know sweety. But understand this his younger brother wants you BAD. I am not kidding it Scares me on how obsessive he has become and with the indepenance causing so much trouble.
Sha'uri--- Yeah I hear ya there. Where do weget the right to tell anyone what to do. Hell I am entering into and arranged marriage . I feel in love with the man after I meet him and our wedding date was set . not before like everyone else gets too. I mean who even does this "arranged marrige" thing anymore?
**** the younger fox brother moves closer to listen to the conversation. all the while getting more and more turned on and pissed that his brother get his bride*********
***Sha'uri walks up to the mirror and admires her beautiful ( traditonal Chinese wedding dress)********
Monica--- Well I am going to get everyone lined up and ready to go see you in 5.
****monica walks out and the other bridesmaids follow. Lt. Fox come out from behind the mirror******
Lt.fox--- well My love you are going to be married to my brother in 5 min. Run away with me and marry me...
Sha'uri--- I can't I love your brother . And I am promised to your brother not you. your my best friend I don't love you like I love him.
*** he walks away from me and walks to the mirror looks at him self****
Sha'uri --- now lets take me to get married . your are after all giving me away....
**** scared she prays that moniica will come and hurry them along***
Lt. fox--- I will not have you marry my brother when you are mine.
**** he turns and waks towards me with a look that could kill***
Sha'uri --- don't look at me like that...
*** backing away****
Lt. fox--- You marry my brother I will kill him while I makle you watch. marry me and you both live.
*** I notice that there is some candles burning near my hand. I slowly grab them and tell him***
Sha'uri--- I will never marry you I hate you!!! YOu kill him you'll never see me again .
***I fling to hot wax in his face and run with out looking back**********
**** Oram hits the comm****
Wash you wanna com eat with us?
***hears mobexx gripping in the background****
***wipes her tears and Hits the com ***
Yeah I am on my way......
I am a leaf on the wind
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(After fueling and prepping the ship Spots heads to his room and grabs his cello, setting up in the common room he begins to play)
** Stan coming up from his bunk to see whats for dinner**
Stan: well its good to hear the cello again all healed
yeah it hurts but its good to play
Stan: Hey Birt tells me that your Mom was famous... was she??
Yesss** almost growing (looking up from his cello**
she was a command performance Violinist, she played all over the verse
Stan: really what was her name?
Maria Wölfle... she tough my brother and sister to play we had a string quartet before my brother left.
Stan: really
Oram: Foods ready *from the galley*
well lets eat * as spots packs up his cello
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A little earlier…
abbey leaves her shuttle and goes up to the galley. She is hungry, but can’t figure out what she wants. She is digging around the lockers when Colt walks in and starts to pour a cup of coffee. She ignores him.
Colt *nervously. He doesn’t want to incite an argument with her*: You… uh… looking for something?
abbey: Yes.
Colt: What? Maybe I could help.
abbey: I don’t know. *looks up at him* You know what were having for dinner tonight?
Colt: No. *she starts going through the lockers again. He notices what she’s wearing. She looks really nice in those short skirts she always seems to have on.* You look… uh… nice today.
abbey merely snorts at him in response and keeps rifling through everything.
Colt: If you can tell me what you are looking for. I can help –
abbey *interrupting him*: I SAID I DON’T KNOW!
Colt *backing up a bit from her*: Just wanted to help.
abbey *pausing, turning to look at him before speaking softly*: I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to snap at you.
Colt: Seems to me that it may be catchy. Saying and doing things you don’t mean.
abbey *as she starts to search the remaining lockers*: I got your note.
Colt: I really am sorry.
abbey: I know. I’m not ready to forgive you yet. Don’t know if I can.
Colt: I figured that.
abbey *slams door of last locker once she doesn’t find anything she wants*: Tā mā de! Don’t we have anything else around here?
Colt: There’s nothing in your shuttle? You usually have some prime stuff there. *abbey gives him a withering look* All I have is some Fruity, Oatey Bars…
abbey *face brightening significantly*: You do? Can I have one?
Colt *moving into the pantry*: I have them hidden up here…
*With some effort, he reaches up and into a hidey hole he found there and pulls out a nearly full box of them. abbey snatches the box from his hand and opens one up, taking a big bite.*
abbey *sighing*: That’s perfect.
Colt: Chow will be in just a little bit. I wouldn’t eat too much.
abbey *ignoring him*: That hits the spot. *she looks up at him and smiles* Thanks, Colt.
Colt smiles back at her and stretches out his hand towards the box abbey is holding. He wants to return them to their hiding spot, but abbey whirls around and exits the galley, taking the whole box with her. Colt looks at her in disbelief.
Colt: Huh.
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*The crew gathers round the table and begins to eat. Stan is the last to arrive, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.*
I told you we have a job. No surprise Badger is in the slave trade, and the work he has for us has to do with that.
*All but Sky, Brit and I erupt with comments*
Wash: Slaving?
Spots: I didn’t think you abided such things
Oram: I won’t abide it
Abbey: You can’t be serious
Stan: Captain you can’t
Mobbex: Bout time you came around to good paying work.
Everybody settle down. We’re not slaving. We’re liberating.
*The table gets quite*
Badger had a slave ship intercepted by a fella named Tony Siringo. Small time boss trying to break into the big league. Taking what’s Badgers gave him clout. Badger wants us to take that away.
All the credentials are in his office on Newhall.
Sky: Office?
*I shoot her a look.* Small fortress on Newhall. Badger just wants to embarrass Siringo. We take the papers and deliver them to Ezra and the slaves go free.
Sky: And we take a nice piece of change for doing Badger dirty work.
Sky, Brit and I will sneak in and crack the safe.
Mobbex: You’re bringing Moon Brain?
*Brit sticks out her tongue, and I can’t help but wonder why she aint running him through with a gravy spoon. Strange kid. She looks at me and sticks her tongue out again*
Yeah she’s coming. Some of you may have noticed she has a way of seeing things before they happen. She’s going to be our look out. She says we leave everyone drops what there doing and get out.
Abbey: Everyone? I thought you said the three of you were going in.
Going to need all of the crew for this. Oram and Stan will pose as buyers. They keep Siringo out of the …
Abbey: Like hell she will. You know what will happen if your plan goes bad, like they usually do, she’ll be bound into slavery. You all will.
Didn’t say it wasn’t risky. But she will be going. She’s on the crew.
Abbey: She’s the doctor.
And she’s still going.
*Abbey sits back in her seat and crosses her arms. I continue*
Mobbex and Wash you two will cover the front. Once their inside you take out any guards in the area and fall back to Spots. He’ll be…
Abbey: I’ll go
I turn to her.
Abbey: Let me go with them. I can be convincing as a buyer.
Oram: I’ll be fine Abbey. I can do this.
She aint saying you don’t have the brass for it Doc. She’s just saying she has the experience. You sure about this?
Abbey: We’ll keep him distracted.
Abbey your a renter. You can schedule a game.
Abbey: What are you saying? I'm not part of your crew so I can't go. If Oram goes I go.
Ok. Spots you’ll drop Abbey, Oram and Stan, then hang back with the mule. Once Wash and Mobbex have taken out the guards, they’ll link up with you. We’ll signal Stan when we have the goods and they can make an exit. Once they are onboard you pick us up on the north side of the complex.
Sky: It’s a good plan. Everyone does their part, we all come back in one piece.
*I look across at Abbey and hope Sky is right*
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*After my announcement, most everyone was silent. Luckily, conversation started up again and got more toward normal as dinner progressed. Only abbey seemed to be still apprehensive. She looked a bit pale and just pushed her food around. I finish and go one up to the bridge. She almost gives me a heart attack when she taps me on the shoulder.*
abbey: You can't let her go.
Oram?
abbey: It's too dangerous. She shouldn't be there.
And you should?
abbey: I don't want to.
Then why are you? I don't want you. I'd feel better if you stayed here.
abbey: If she stays, then so will I.
But then Stan would be out there with no backup. Oram is crew and she said she could do it. Don't argue what's already been decided.
abbey: Then don't argue with what I decided. Should this go wrong, I am a better shot. They'll need me. So don't try to talk me out of it. I am just as stubborn as you.
*She looked really pale.*
Are you OK?
abbey: I'm fine. This whole thing has me on edge. The whole thing just sickens me. And just so you are abundantly clear, I am going with them.
*She whirled around and went back towards her shuttle. I head up to the bridge*
Gorram woman's gonna be the death of me.
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As she walks towards her shuttle, abbey thinks about the recent announcement Colt gave. Slavers. She can't believe they are about to do anything even remotely connected with them. Doesn't anyone realize how dangerous these people are?
And Oram. She is going along with it. She should know better. Or has she forgotten everything that has happened in the past. Doesn't she know what it is she could be sacrificing? Has she gone crazy?
And Colt. He is OK with this. He knows the risks and is still willing to do it anyway. They could all end up in bonds and sold off to God knows where to do God knows what.
The more she thought about it, the more it didn't sit well with her. When she got back to her shuttle, she vomits in the sink, emptying everything from her stomach that she had eaten before dinner.
After cleaning herself up, she grabs another fruity oatey bar and a large glass of d'Orange and heads back up to the galley, hoping there will be some kind of activity up there that can take her mind off their insane plan.
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*Stan leans back in his chair, his plate almost spotless. He glances around the room at those of the crew who are still seated or moving about the galley. Mobbex is seated in his chair, shuffling one of the stolen decks of cards.*
Stan: *Matter-of-fact* "You stole those.."
*Mobbex stops shuffling for a moment and looks up, squinting.*
Mobbex: *Confused* "Yeah... so? Whatzit to you?"
Stan: *Slightly defensive* "Nothing. Do you know how to do more than shuffle?"
Mobbex: "What? Yeah. Why?"
Stan: "Want to play?"
*Mobbex stares at Stan for a few moments. Then sets the shuffled deck down on the table, by now those still in the galley are watching the exchange. Abbey walks in carrying a large glass of orange colored liquid and a fruity oatey bar. *
Mobbex: "Yeah... sure. What're we bettin'? Food? Chores? Got any good girlie rags?"
*Stan blinks then picks up the deck. He begins to reshuffle the cards as he speaks*
Stan: "Well it's up to the one betting I guess...."
*Oram sits down in the chair opposite Mobbex.*
Oram: "Deal me in, Stan. Can't play a decent game with only two people."
*Stan gets up and heads to the galley kitchen, returning with two partially used sheets of paper. Tearing them into small pieces he passes them out evenly among them. Abbey walks over and sits next to Oram.*
Abbey: "Don't mind me. I'm just going to watch."
Stan: "Ok write down various chores and duties and we'll use them for betting. Feel free to use real paper money or anything else. Bet what you want, as long anyone else playing doesn't have an issue with it, we'll consider it kosher..."
*They finish writing out chores. Stan piles his neatly in front of him. He grabs the deck, splits out the tall cards and passes them to Mobbex, who shuffles them.*
Stan: "Okay, ante up."
*Everyone places a slip of paper in the pot and Mobbex flips over one tall card. As Stan deals everyone five cards, Abbey moves around the table and peers over Stan's shoulder at his hand. He can smell her drink, orange, with a hint of alcohol.*
*Stan pulls his cards close to his chest and glances at abbey.*
Oram: "I bet, Trash." *She tosses a slip of paper into the pot.*
Stan: "I call."
Mobbex: "Trash... and I raise.. Deck cleanin'."
Oram: "Yeah, I call."
Stan: "Same."
*Mobbex discards three cards and draws three more.*
Oram: "I'll take that tall.."
Stan: "I check."
Mobbex: "I bet Grease Duty"
Oram: *mumbles* "Well.. I fold" * She places her cards on the table.
Stan: "I raise you.. Dishes."
Mobbex: *Grumbling* "Fine." *He matches."
*Stan and Mobbex place they cards face up on the table. Stan's hand is two peach aces and a Phoenix kicker. Mobbex' three apple aces and a Dragon. Mobbex grins and rakes the pot over into a pile in front of him. Stan passes the deck to Mobbex, who passes the tall cards to him.*
Mobbex: "Alrighty, ante up folks."
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"True glory consists of doing what deserves to be written, and writing what deserves to be read" Gaius Plinius Secundus
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(Spots finishes dinner quietly and grabs his cello which he left in the common room.. after scaling the ladder into his room stowing the cello over his bed then sits down on his bed and turns on is stereo)
**knocking at the door**
Colt: Hey Spots can we talk
Sure **opening the hatch**
Colt: you seem a little upset about this job
yeah Ive just go a bad feeling about this one
Colt: **sitting down on the bed** well its been a long time sense ive felt good about anything
well i still cant shake this one
Colt: it will be fine when has anything not gone to plan
**spots glares at him**
Colt: Oook... but we are lucky and thats got to count for something
**colt looking around the room for something to change the subject grabbing a book off of Spots' night stand**
Colt:whats this?? **looking at the markings and not recognizing them**
its a quran
Colt: you a Muslim?
no im an student of theological history
**holding up the cross around his neck with a St.Michael Medal on the chain as well**
Colt:ah
Capitan I want you to know even though I don't like it I'll do whats needed of me
Colt: well its good to know that your loyal but it will be fine... Trust me**getting up to leave**
thanks capt. I trust you
***as Colt exits the room***
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Mobbex reaches a hand out and yanks the deck out of Stan's grip.
Mobbex: Gimme that, I'll show ya how it's done... *starts to shuffle the cards in an intricate pattern* Nifty trick, huh? 'Picked that one up from a fish vendor back on Lylac... 'think Ainsley was the name. 'Guy was a chipper sort, a real bundle of fun... *gets sidetracked and mishandles the cards, which tumble from his hands and spread across the begrimed floor*
Oram: Yeah... *holds a concealing hand over her yawning mouth* ...a master at work, real' artful.
Mobbex blurts out a run of angry imprecations as he bends over to gather the strewn cards.
Mobbex, speaking in an undertone: Well card stunts are for washouts and posers, anyhow... *plunks himself back onto his seat, bringing about string of pained creaks as the rickety wooden chair strains under his bulk*
Oram: *a sneering smile comes upon her face* What treasures of sagacity...
Mobbex: *stacks the cards in a neat, trim pile and starts passing them around* Shén me shi?
Stan: *coughs to disguise his mirth* I think she was complimenting your wits.
Mobbex: Yeah? Aw, well... thankee.
Oram and Stan share eloquent glances and snort.
Mobbex, not altogether oblivious to the exchange: ...Serious?
Stan: *lays a hand over the tall card decks and turns the topmost card face up* A... -ahem- apples are tall.
Oram: I'll... I'm gonna chance laundry.
Stan: I'll call that...
Mobbex: *raises a dubious eyebrow* Hmmm... I raise dishes.
Oram: *peers thoughtfully at her hand* Gimme two.
Mobbex: *wriggles on his seat, spawning another set of ominous creaking sounds* There ya go... *tosses a pair of cards her way*
Stan: Same for me.
Mobbex: Here... *hands him a couple of cards* ...well, 'guess I'll claim the tall, huh?
Oram: Looks like... *Mobbex shifts on his seat, causing the run-down chair to squeak yet again* ...could you stop fidgeting like that? You look like you have woodworms up your heiniehole or something.
Mobbex: *gives her a big cheesy grin* 'That your definite doctory opinion or do y'wanna run a check?
Stan stifles a quiet laugh; Oram rolls her eyes.
Oram: Well, it's distracting. Plus, 'you keep it up that chair's sure to fall to bits.
Stan: Yeah, you might want to nip that one in the bud, friend. If not I suggest you take a seat on the floor right away, that thing looks like it's just about ready to give way.
Mobbex: An' I suggest you both keep your snoots about y're own business if you're bent on holdin' on to 'em. Now, 'we playin' cards here or not?
Oram, sighing as her fit of pique wears off: Yeah, just... whatever. *drops a pair of paper shred in the pot* I raise hull scouring.
Stan: *furrows his brow pensively* Bold.
Oram: Call it my spunky nature shining through.
Stan: *gives a slight shake of his head* Too bold. I fold.
Oram shifts her gaze back at Mobbex.
Mobbex, looking all manner of assertive: Oh, I'll match that... *casts a handful of paper strips in the pot* ...and then some. Head duty.
Oram: Hmm... *eyes her cards considerately* ...all right, I'll play along.
She matches the wager and slaps her cards down on the table, revealing a full house.
Oram: Show me what you got.
Mobbex: *flashes his emblematic gap-toothed grin and throws down his cards* Five of a kind! I'm takin' it again!
Stan, looking throughly dumbstuck: Huh...
Oram: *shakes her head in defeat* Gee, Mob, if I didn't know any better I'd suspect you were cheating.
Mobbex: *smiles at her contemptuously* It's all skills, doll... *stretches his hands out to collect his wins* ...'am thinkin' we should do that more often.
Secret Agent Stan: The ducks have settled in the coffee shop......
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