RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15
POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagol
UPDATED: Monday, May 3, 2004 06:49
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ACRONYM DEFINITIONS & TERMS
EOM = End of Move
OOC = Out Of Character
POV = Point Of View
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Character Locations:
MAL & BOOK - Mal's Dorm, Discovering that there is trouble brewing on the horizon.
INARA & ROWAN - Inara's shuttle, doing something private. So keep yer nose outta it!
ZOE - On her way to the Bridge, to learn how to blow stuff up with the new cannon. Boy is SHE happy and still with an afterglow.
WASH,THORNE,DAMON & MERZ - Bridge, Merz has fallen and she canna get up...
SIMON - Waiting and pondering - Not quite on the sanity loop ...
RIVER - Her room, having a Mightmare...
JAYNE - passed out in his dorm?
SLIGHT - Visting Mr. Serling in the pit of man's fears?
NISKA - Hera{?} desert, eating a noon lunch of McCoyote.
NICOALLEZ - New Hokkaido: Ughigatana City outside the Reinact Faire telling parables of war.
JAX & HLASTONI - New Hokkaido: Ughigatana City: Sitting tight and waiting for a wave from Thorne.
TILDA - On the job - nuff said!
CORVAIR TROY - Flying fast in the Black to pick up Niska - so he thinks! Boy will he be surprised!
Oh yes and ...
YOSAFBRIDGE, EARLY - Somewhere over the Rim, where Reavers fly ... and YoSaf is having a nice flaming banannas Jubliee ...
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
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INSERT : LOCAL COMMERCIAL HERE
MERZ is in the cargo bay – at the weight bench, lifting an impressive load. Suddenly aware of the camera, she lowers the weights, stands and walks towards it.
“Had a long day of working out? Beat up just one too many smart alec’s and evil persons. Well some days are just like that. But before you let sore muscles slow you down tomorrow, spend a little time with your friend – Blue Sun Balm.”
She brings her right hand out from behind her back with a small, bright blue jar, logo prominent. Slowly removing the lid, she carefully takes a generous dollop on her fingers and spreads it on her right arm.
“This stuff is just the last word. Makes them tired muscles just loosen up and go limp. I recommend you keep some on hand all the time.” She is facing the camera with a huge grin on her face as we fade to black.
But the audio does not cut out soon enough.
“Ow, HEY, OUCH. Hey YOU, you promised me – this jar was supposed to be cold cream . You get back here, I am talkin’ to you. Mutters ‘gorram agent gonna die for this one, that really HURTS’"
EOCommercial
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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River stis down on her bed, and looks directly at the memory stick.
Play time is over.
In her head, she remembers Simon doing work, while she tried to make him join. Also, the voice of Simon comes up: "No more games - this one is for keeps. Remember - I'll always love you" River drifts into sleep...
She's at the Academy. Looking in on her are people in white. All familiar voices, but she can't see them...
"What should we do now sir?" Female, strong. A fighter.
"Whatever has to be. What do those reports say she'll do next?" Male, leader. Hard life.
"She'll either kill them, or something about soup, maybe the computers busted." Male, takes orders, doesn't make them.
"We need to cut. She's highly volatile." The leader again.
"But cutting sir?" Female. Such a young person, and caring.
"This plan is startin' ta sound better." Male, rugged.
"But cutting, won't that damage her?" Female, educated and elegant.
"No, not damage. Improve. Make better." Male, low and fatherly. Calm.
Footsteps come. "Are we ready to begin the procedure? Playtime is just beginning..." Male, young. Too young. They all come into the light, and their faces appear. All of the crew, Zoe, Mal, Wash, Kaylee, Jayne, Inara, Book, and leading them was Simon...
A voice speaks out. Her own. "Ge-ge, please don't! You don't need to!"
Two of them grabbed her, and sat her down, and they all came closer...
She wakes up screaming-no, no sobbing. A lone voice on a lone ship. "Ge-ge..."
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Okay, that's my post! Made new line, please check.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Damon looks up from his work on Wash's chair to see Merz nearly collapse barley breathing. The first thought to cross his mind is that the poor hwoon dahn had better get up before the guards see him.
He metally kicks himself and moves around Wash to get a look at Merz. He squats in front of her, careful to not crowd her and tries to make eye contact.
"Hey, you okay? Don't you pass out on me, I ain't tearin' my stitches to carry you down to the infirmery," he says jokingly, "And I definately ain't putting my mouth anywhere near yours so you better keep breathing."
He continues to watch her carefully.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Interlude 2 Part IV
LOCATION - NEW HOKKAIDO / UCHIGATANA CITY DOCKS
Docking Bay 54, Cargo Tug Rubicon
2518 AD~Solor Day 024/Jan 24~1717hrs/5:17PM AMT
As ... On wave receiver monitor:
Quote:JAX
THORNE
"Squire, still as big a ponce as ever, I see. Afraid you'll never know how they're hangin', just that they don't swing your way. Looked over your list of prime real estate, and number three looks O.K. to me. Dry and empty as HLASTONI's heart. Not my idea of a pleasure palace either. Maybe after the deal's done you and I can hit Hokkaido City and have a good carouse before you head home. But don't bring your boss. All in all, he's just another brickhead in the wall. THORNE out."
Shaking his head ruefully
"That old dingo is NEVER going to let me forget the practical joke we played on him last Unification Eve. Wasn't that at that unlicensed bordello on ..."
HLASTONI
flatly
"Barberell's Pygar Saloon, Mhatmoz Central City. And I still say you should have shaved your mustache and goatee. It clashed with the pink hair band and grey feather boa-bra."
JAX
in mock defensivness
HEY! I was SUPPOSED to have a veil with that outfit. And further - Rosie knows how I swing, he just has to have the last bloody word and try to wind me up -mostly under his breath and with a tiny laugh- and he usually succeeds, the friggin' bastich."
HLASTONI
looking up, tilting his head to the left and raising both his eyebrows
"He probably feel that once a transvestite, always a transvestite. Not to mention - your very ...with a hint of disdain... touchy-feely."
JAX
"Pbbbpth ... oh, camel-buttberries! You two are just too wrapped up in your testosterone poisoned posturing. If I touch you, you gimboyds think I want to ram you. I may seem girlie-man to you seething gits -- but I prefer innies and not outies in the groinal area. And I despise hairy arses. -with a wicked grin- "Can't help it that I was born pretty"
HLASTONI
looking thoughtful for a moment and then says with no change in inflection
"Option 3, map co-ord 51n18 by 42w69, also called Groom Lake. OK, I figured he would like that one. Nice multichannel canyons with tri-corbormite ore to scramble sensors. Perfect natural overhang big enough for the Rubi and their shuttle or conex and with room to spare. -he pauses for a moment- and a few handy sniping positions. Best to use slugthrowers, tri-c is techy when it comes to sonics."
JAX
not quite under his breath
"Always changing the frippin' subject."
End Of Interlude 2 Part IV
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Book's Move
LOCATION - MAL'S QUARTERS
Books face hardens unconsciously as he considers Mal's suggestion. "I wish it were as simple as you say captain, but I have a feeling that Simon's used the card for something other than his 'simple plan'." He is a good man, Book thinks, as he looks at the captain.
"There is something more I can do... though I don't much care to do it." Book says with grim resolution as he walks towards the ladder. He turns back to Mal as he puts his mostly healed hand on the ladder rung next to his shoulder.
Book looks over his shoulder at the captain and silently considers what he could tell him. He suspects much about me already. I'm only giving him more reason to question me by not telling him. I should tell him. NO. I can't. Yes. It's in the past. But... No. Book sighs again.
"Please give me some time captain. There are a few things I need to do. I will find you soon." Book turns back towards the ladder, climbs it and walks down the hallway in a fog. His mind consumed by what he must do. He avoids the galley, not wanting to gather more attention than needed and heads down the fore stairway, crossing the catwalk to the stairs at the back of the cargo bay and quickly down and into the common area. Book doesn't look directly at the few people he see's on his way, trying to concentrate on the proper words he's going to need to use. It's been such a long time.
He arrives at the closed panel door to this quarters, lowers his head and slides the door open with numb hands. I don't want to do this anymore. As the door slides open and he lifts his head, he see's the purple light flashing gently again in the very container he was thinking about. He walks to it.
As Book initiates the safe-open sequence on the comunicator, he walks to the door again, slides it shut and the communicator blooms into life.
[Voice of communicator operator] "Sir, we've been trying to re-establish a communication link with you. There's new information regarding that illegal transmission."
{Book} "Niska."
[Voice of communicator operator] "Yes. {pause} How did... {pause} never mind, sir. We should have expected you to deduce the situation."
{Book} "There's more to the situation. I cannot go into it. Do not attempt to hinder the man using the card. That is an order. {pause}
[Voice of communicator operator] "Confirmed."
{Book} "Where is the exact area that communication came from?"
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Mal's Move
LOCATION - MALs DORM
12:21 PM AMT
As ...
BOOK
with a sigh
"Please give me some time captain. There are a few things I need to do. I will find you soon."
Book turns back towards the ladder and ascends out of sight. Mal stands and stares long after Book leaves. His mind trying to connect all of the puzzle pieces.
MAL
softly and with a grunt
"Too many rammin' variables in this gorram situation."
He turns back to finish his paperwork and inventory, pushing off thoughts of what he cannot control or plan for at this moment. Only time and more information will tell.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Double rammin' post!
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LOCATION - WAVE INTERCEPT STATION
1225hrs AMT {Alliance Mean Time}
As ...
OPERATIVE THX 1138
"Where is the exact area that communication came from?"
STATION 42 TECH
with a slight hesitation in her voice
"Sorry sir, but the NOC protocol was used. The holders of the NOC list are incommunicado at the moment, so no pin-point is possible. IntenSec reports that there is severe unrest in the Enclave. It is a powder keg and all statistic probability points to an eruption of a coup in the near future. -she pauses and nervously clears her throat- There are 4 list holders in the dozen that have infiltated the Enclave, all are past due on their 60 day reports. The entirety of active efforts are now focused on their eventual extraction. However, your status is to remain unchanged.
The Tech jitters a bit while waiting for THX 1138's response.
EOM
TechnoBabble explanation
*NOC - Nexus-Omega Communication - a protocol which utilizes a wave frequency hopping routine to mask the transmission message. The message is also broken up into disparate packets and then sent through multiple cortex nodes along with numerous 'herrings' {false packets} in complex patterns. These techniques, coupled with various others, aids in keeping the transmitter's location a secret.
Any NOC list holder can trace any NOC transmission location utilizing their portion of the NOC list in combination with two other NOC list holders.
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