The Sereni-Tree, an evil doll, and a showdown on Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, February 11, 2006 06:02
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No, I don't believe I've ever heard of a kissie...I'll have to check those out right away...and a zoo sounds like a fine idea.
*a grin appears on Elemdee's face as the various sounds roar through the office*
The band of yeti are wondering why we look at them strangely when we are the ones that are out of our minds.
Though it's not what Inola Teg is saying, the undertones of its speech definitly point to it simply wanting some attention, a scratch or a pat or the like...kind of like a lonely puppy desperate for some love.
I don't know if I'd go so far as to say I'm a universal translator, but I certainly 'get' more than most...intentions, vibes, so on.
Oh, and Kelly's speech? I've never heard that particular dialect before, but I can follow it.
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*works on cunning plan with Rat.*
So, most people sleep the whole weekend eh?
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*Wakes up.*
We could avoid time travel all together if you take the pad you got there, write "Ocean Cloud" on it and stick it to the dash' of The General!
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Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE
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”Astounding, Elemdee! In fact, Inola Teg proved to be a most sensitive and friendly creature after ThatWeirdGirl approached it and started talking to it. To her, I mean. Of course, that was after we barely escaped with our lives, and after the nearly complete devastation of the Treehouse and everything in it. It seems that Inola Teg had followed me across dimensions in order to recover some special ice cream of hers that I had… found.
“Well, as regards kissies, go to see Bride5, uh, 'Quincey', as she is the resident kissie expert.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a time, I have a few things to do.”
LMD departs.
Alone in his office, TheRealMe concentrates. A spot of light appears before him, and it expands into a tiny circle of fire surrounding a dark void, only about a handspan across. Through the portal can be heard faint sounds of gunfire. Then some familiar voices:
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“No, no, no NO! Not without Mister Safe, Mister Jack, and Mister Citizen!”
"Suit yourself!"
Then the portal collapses.
“Huh! That was Bride6 and Bride7, all right. I still can’t open much of a portal to them. It sounds like they are in trouble! But did Bride6 mention SafeAt2nd and CastIronJack? Are they all together?”
TheRealMe picks up his com-link to see if Safe or Jack left some clue as to their intended destination in the Sereni-Tree’s computer records when they departed in the General Grant.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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“Hair. Very, very long hair, all tied around itself. Hair as an evolutionary development is based on greatly extended reptilian scales, lengthened in order to provide insulation to a creature with a warm-blooded metabolism. That, or else God made hair that way. Hmmm… It just needs a pretty little bow.”
Startled, ItsAWash awakens in her room. She sees a young, slightly built woman with long dark hair sitting on the side of her bed and admiring Washie’s four-foot long braid.
Then the young woman notices that Washie is awake, and stares into her eyes. Seriously, she adds, “It’s not what you think. It’s not what anyone thinks. It’s a lie. It’s here, or it will be... soon.”
Washie blinks once or twice, and then she finds herself alone again.
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Rather soon afterward, Ath arrives, followed by Kelly. Both seem to be half-finished with their tea. TheRealMe smiles at Ath's Hawaiian shirt.
“Hi, Ath, Kelly. Ath, I’m here to check you out on this equipment before you assume any official duties.”
[snip]
Ath touches a few of the control surfaces in front of him and twists a control grip. The Sereni-Tree pivots slightly and its engines flare to life. The ship starts to accelerate away from the derelict.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
*KellyofLuthien can tell that Ath needs all the concentration he can muster, and so decides to leave him for now. Setting down her tea, Kelly wanders outside of the cockpit, thinking that it'd be nice to have a real sit-down tea with Ath later. Taking out her map of the Sereni-tree, Kelly mutters a few words in Elvish. the map lights up and miniscule dots begin to move, indicating the location of everyone on the ship. Kelly quickly scans the map and finds who she is looking for. Placing the map in a pouch, Kelly heads towards the Pifflepony ranch.
Kelly enters the cargobay holding the ranch and is met by a neigh from Shadowfax. Soon he canters over to her, nuzzling her face. Kelly hears a laugh and looks up to see Piffle sitting on a nearby fence. Kelly separates herself from Shadowfax and steps lightly over to Piffle.*
"Mae govannen. You must be Piffle. I was looking for you! My name is KellyofLuthien."
"Hi KOL!" Piffle says cheerfully. "Nice to meet ya! What can I help you with?"
"Well, Piffle, I've fallen in love with your ranch here and wanted to ask you a favor."
Kelly digs in her pouch and draws out a small wooden box. Opening it, Kelly shows the contents to Piffle. Inside is a small silver nut.
"It's a mallorn seed. It will grow a beautiful tree, the kind that I lived in back on Middle Earth. I was wondering if you'd allow me to let it grow here so that I could build my home. In return, I will gladly help take care of your beautiful piffleponies."
Piffle considers this for a moment. "Sure, I don't see why that would be a problem. Is it big enough for two?"
"Yes, of course, Piffle! I will gladly share my home with you if you like!" Kelly hugs Piffle and walks over to Shadowfax. "Can I ride him over to where I'd like to plant my tree?"
"Looks like Shadowfax has chosen you to be his: You can have him!" Piffle answers, smiling. "Have fun!"
"Hantanyel, Piffle!" Kelly calls as she grabs Shadowfax's mane and jumps on.
Kelly and Shadowfax ride to the other side of the ranch. A beautiful forest of trees lines the edge of the ranch, and Kelly chooses her spot. Planting the mallorn seed, Kelly covers it with earth and says a few words in Elvish. Magically, a magestic tree with silver bark and silver and green leaves grows to an impressive height, its huge limbs twisting to create stairways, rooms, floors, and furniture.
Kelly stands back and admires her new home.
"Perfect!"
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Ah, if only I could speak Elvish...
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I wish it were that easy, Rat. But these things only work on the living, or at least only on human types. I mean they could be dead I guess, or Undead. But not machine. But if you know someone who could just create it or wish it or something we could try being them. What's wrong with the General ?
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion
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TRM's Office on board the Sereni-Tree;
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TheRealMe picks up his com-link to see if Safe or Jack left some clue as to their intended destination in the Sereni-Tree’s computer records when they departed in the General Grant.
COMPUTER...
Access General Grant On Board Navigational Computer records...
ACCESSING PLEASE WAIT...
ACCESSING...
CURRENT CONNECTION UNAVALIABLE AT THIS TIME...
Access General Grant O.B.N.C.'s last recorded information...
ACCESSING PLEASE WAIT...
ACCESSING...
LAST INPUTED DESTINATION, PLANET BOROS, CENTRAL SPACE TERMINAL...
CONNECT TO BOROS SPACE TERMINAL FOR CONFIRMATION?(Y/N)...
Boros: Companion House;
Bride6 shakes her head and yawns trying to relieve the pressure in her ears. Citizen backs towards the tunnels, guns drawn as he warily eyes the windows.
Bride6 raises her guns, confused as to why they suddenly seem heavier. All trace of the flirting bubbly persona gone, replaced by a steely continence. She takes aim at the man in gray, now flanked by Alliance soldiers dressed in weird helmets and body armor.
Why are these soldiers unaffected when the other soldiers continue to fight a slow-motion battle? No time for that now, she squeezes the triggers.
Both guns buck and the bullets speed for their mark. While not so slow as to leave trials like outside, they move almost visible. Upon hitting the glass of the window, the window, instead of shattering, bulges. When the glass final breaks the glittering pieces float in the air and the bullets slow further, now showing a trail through the air.
The man in gray watches the bullets as they float towards his head, a smirk on his face. He casually steps to the side and watches the bullets creep past.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Seryn wakes, smiling slightly, waiting fro her brain to re-establish its link with the rest of her.
The first message she gets is from her toes, telling her that they are entirely too warm and something appears to be nawing ever so slightly on them.
'Archie, get off, i'm not a chew toy'
The second message is from the rest of her body telling her that it is very jelous and it too wishes to be warm, though it can leave or take the rabbit.
The third is from an occaisionally used part of her brain that has spent the night beating her memory into submission and has now managed to come up with a great plan that will get them the Ocean Cloud with out all of the time travel and theft shenanigans.
Hitting the com button on her wrist she hopes that it will only address Rat and Jadehand.
'Guys? Rat? Jadehand? You think you could make your way to the third floor of the hangar bay? And, um, bring me some breakfast? Er, a bagel, cream cheese? Maybe some crispy bacon? And a cup of tea? Cheers, see you soon'
Seryn looks down at herself. 'I'd better put something more suitable for visitors on really... ' Wandering out to the main bay she spies a row of lockers along a wall near the entrance. Opening them she finds several mechanics coveralls, and a random assorment of vest t-shirts and pants. Selecting a fresh sleeveles womens vest and a pair of cotton shorts, she pulls the coverall on top of them and goes off to find the welding torch and a mask in order to work on reparing and replacing the plating on the fighters outer skin.
*hums contentedly to herself*
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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*
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Oh, Breakfast sounds good. I'll swing by the kitchen and get some stuff for us. Rat, I'll meet you and Seryn with some grub in the hanger bay. Let her know I'm on my way.
*runs off to the kitchen*
*prepares a cart loaded with bagels, cream cheese, crispy bacon, Scrambbled eggs And a pitcher of tea, and another of Orange Juice. Adds plates, silverware, glasses and cups and saucers. pushes the whole cart up to the hanger bay*
Breakfast is served!
*looks around*
You slept here? Ah, well good for inspiration I guess. What's on your mind?
*begins pouring Tea and Serving*
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion
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