Sereni-Tree: Boros cliffhanger, engaging paramours

POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, March 6, 2006 11:36
VIEWED: 29584
PAGE 1 of 20

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 NEXT PAGE

COZEN

Friday, February 24, 2006 5:32 PM

Wherein war and love continue, as ever, intertwined.

Previous thread at:

http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=17692&m=255611#255611

COZEN

Friday, February 24, 2006 5:45 PM

Let's see: While ScorpionRegent & Needy & safeat2nd & Citizen & TRM & a bevy of Brides heroically do heroic deeds on Boros, romance(s) blossom(s) on the Tree.

SOULOFSERENITY

Friday, February 24, 2006 5:48 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
Let's see: While ScorpionRegent & Needy & safeat2nd & Citizen & TRM & a bevy of Brides heroically do heroic deeds on Boros, romance(s) blossom(s) on the Tree.

TRM's on Boros?

______________________

Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

http://havenofsouls.livejournal.com/

COZEN

Friday, February 24, 2006 5:51 PM

Whadda I know? I've been confuzzled since the Pageant days!

Posts are editable, llamas will shit.

G'day, all, must needs sleep a portion of this one.

CALLMESERENITY

Friday, February 24, 2006 6:13 PM

From the previous thread:

Quote:
Schwartz, looking a tad distressed, ambles into the Tree's common room. He hoofs it over to LightMeDark, squatting down between LMD and mai, patiently waiting for nature to take its course.

Oh, look, it's Schwartz! He's such an amusing llama.

Hey, Schwartz, would you like another carrot? I think I've got one somewhere...

*searches through pockets*

Oh, here we go!

*holds out carrot to Schwartz*

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

PSYCHICRIVER

Friday, February 24, 2006 6:36 PM

*The sun shines down and birds fly by,
While beneath the Sereni-Tree's Tree,
PR does lie.*

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

Friday, February 24, 2006 6:44 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
From the previous thread:

Quote:
Schwartz, looking a tad distressed, ambles into the Tree's common room. He hoofs it over to LightMeDark, squatting down between LMD and mai, patiently waiting for nature to take its course.

Oh, look, it's Schwartz! He's such an amusing llama.

Hey, Schwartz, would you like another carrot? I think I've got one somewhere...

*searches through pockets*

Oh, here we go!

*holds out carrot to Schwartz*

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

*KellyofLuthien furrows her brow.*

"He sure is standing funny...."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I love my Captain

Check out my Big Damn FF Icons at http://www.livejournal.com/community/bigdamnfficons/

NEEDY

Friday, February 24, 2006 7:30 PM

Boros:

Quote:
Originally posted by NEEDY:

Needy tried to form words, maybe to ask for a hand up, or to ask if Flechette was alright – that flesh wound to her shoulder didn’t look pretty. But he couldn’t form words. He manages to make a sound using his lips, but that’s all it is – a sound, a groan, a gasp for air.

He coughs, spurting up blood in the process, blood that covers his chin and begins to run down his neck

“Hold on” Flechette encourages, as gunfire continues to blast around them.

“I…” he starts, before gagging on the blood in his throat

“Dammit, stay with me” Flechette orders, her hands gripped on the wounded companion’s torn shirt.
A tear formed in her eye as she realised he was no longer responding
“Needy!” she calls out as SR pulls her aside. “What are you doing?!” she screams at the stranger.
“You’re not doing him any good, he needs more help than you screaming at him” SR throws at her.
SLAP
Flechette hits the guy on the right side of his face with her good arm. “Then you friggin’ help him!”
SR’s head snaps back at her as the anger builds up inside of him It’s not me she’s angry at he tells himself, restraining the urge to hit her back.
Instead he looks at her injured shoulder, seeing that it could do with some more attention.

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

"Let's see that shoulder…”

He says, holding the wrist on her right arm as he looks at the wound.

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

"You're not so bad."

“It’s not me, that’s the problem! He needs help” Flechette shouts, pulling her wrist away from him
“That he does, but we can’t do much here, we need to move him” SR tells her, grabbing hold of her arm as he moves in for a closer look at her shoulder.

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

SR employs yet another bandannna bandage on Flechette

Just then, two women appear from the alley behind Flechette.

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

SR notices them and recognises them for guerillas or civilians. . He motions that they be quiet and join them under cover which they do quickly.

Amy and Versereader spot the man and although the latter understands what he is trying to say, Amy is too caught up in her own thoughts, especially when she catches sight of Needy lying motionless on the floor close to the man.

Amy runs up the three of them, occasionally ducking her body as gunshots shout out.

She slides next to Needy’s body, kicking up dust in the process with her feet.

“Oh god no!” she sobs, tears falling from her cheek onto his exposed bloody chest.

“You’re together?” SR asks her but she is unresponsive. Looking up to Versereader as she carefully approaches them, he asks the same question. She too doesn’t speak words at first, merely nodding before a word escapes her lips “Yes”.
“They’re with us” Flechette stares into SR’s eyes.
Versereader looks down at Flechette, a lump forming in her throat as she realises that Needy isn’t the only one who has been injured.

-----
Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
-----
www.myspace.com/needsalt

NEEDY

Friday, February 24, 2006 7:34 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

"Your friend is in a world of hurt you need to get him out of here and to a doctor right away, preferably one off planet. When I start firing get him over to that truck and get him out of here."

The man that had chosen to assist them spoke slow and clearly but Amy could not fully take in his words. Flechette’s head was in it at first, but now the pain of the bullet wound was becoming apparent, until she found it difficult to focus her mind on anything else.

Versereader was the only one that was strong enough to keep her mind in the game.

“That’s an alliance militia truck” she replied to him

Realising that the only one listening to him was the one responding, SR turned to face Versereader alone.

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

"Yeah it means that it will have the keys in it, a full tank of fuel and if your driving it fast enough no alliance will stop you."

Versereader looks up at the truck in the distance, locking her gaze upon it.
Then she looks at the other two women – they weren’t with it. Responsibilty fell on her shoulders.
“Ok” she replied to him

Nodding to her, SR follows through with his part of the plan, breaking cover to engage the troopers

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

He zigs and zags his way back towards the alley. laying down heavy fire on any that stands in his way.

Having practically ignored every other word that had issued forth from the stranger’s mouth, Amy tears her eyes from Needy just long enough to see the man duck and dive through the bullets.

She looks at Flechette and begs “Who… who was that masked man?”

Flechette looks back at her clueless.

“We’ve got to get him out of here” Versereader interrupts, getting the attention of the others. “We need to move him, get him to that truck”

Amy and Flechette share looks with each other, unsure about the task at hand

“It’s his only chance!” Versereader insists

“Ok” Amy mutters before moving close to the companion’s ear. “Needy, we’re gonna get you out of here. Hang on”
Flechette bites her lip through the pain as she bends down, ready to lift him
“No, you’re hurt” Versereader stops Flechette “I’ll help lift him, you go for the truck” Flechette would normally argue the point, she was after all much stronger than Versereader and more capable therefore of lifting someone, but she knew the woman that had taken it upon herself to lead them was right.
“Ok” Flechette replied, running back down the alley to cut through the abandoned building to get to the truck
Versereader and Amy crouched on opposite sides of the companion as they both put their hands under his armpits, preparing to lift him upwards.
“Ready?” Versereader asks, prompting a nod from Amy as they struggle to pull and raise the man’s back from the hard floor.
Amy cringes as blood pours out from his chest as he gains upright position.
“C’mon we gotta move him now. Are you ready to lift him?”
Amy hesitates as her eyes follow the blood down his chest to his belly “No”
“What?” Versereader gasps
“Look” Amy replies, nodding her heads towards Needy’s hip
Slipping out of the man’s trouser pocket is a silver pensized device
“What is that thing?” Amy asks
Being an expert in bombs and Alliance weaponry, Versereader recognises it for what it is knowing all too well about it, and what it does.

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, February 24, 2006 9:03 PM

Quote:
Slipping out of the man’s trouser pocket is a silver pensized device
“What is that thing?” Amy asks
Being an expert in bombs and Alliance weaponry, Versereader recognizes it for what it is knowing all too well about it, and what it does.

Her next thought is how Needy came to have it in his pocket. Versereader snaps her head up. He must have picked it up... that means... Leaving Needy slumped against Amy; Versa jumps up and runs of to the fallen Alliance officer. Searching him, she pockets any pass cards or ID she finds. Taking his hat and coat, she pauses scanning the ground. THERE! Laying against the wall, about the size of a baseball bat, a Sonic Mine!

Adding the mine to her armful, Versa turns as the Alliance truck backs into their area.

Flechette jumps down from the cab and the three lift Needy into the back.

Flechette accepts the coat, hat and papers from Versa without question. Putting the hat on, she slips gingerly into the coat with Amy’s help. Amy’s tailor instincts overriding her fear, she adjusts the jacket commenting that the dark colors will hide the blood stains.

“Hey!! What’s this truck doing...” an Alliance soldier starts as he rounds the corner. He never has a chance to finish the question. In one quick motion, Amy plucks the square metal name tag from the front of Flechettes new coat, spins and throws. It whistles through the air catching the soldier square in the windpipe. The soldier drops noiselessly to the ground.

Flechette and Versa stare open mouthed at Amy.

“What? I took training too you know...”

“Ok, let’s move!” Versa and Amy hop into the back of the truck. Flechette puts the truck in gear and drives forward. The Alliance soldiers, having seen the truck drive in, don’t gave it a second thought when a "uniform" drove it back trough the ranks.

In the back Amy, tears in hers eyes, looks to Versa “He’s not going to make it.”

Versa looks down at the Sonic mine still held in her hand. Her mind flashes back to her book store. She had a Blue Sun Tech manual that she had paid a pretty penny for. She had spent hours pouring over it. Recalling the pages on the Sonic Mine, its effects included a slowing of the body’s functions, allowing for easy capture. If she could jury-rig it to localize its effects, she might be able to slow Needy’s body down to buy them more time.

Gently releasing the mine from the end of the rod, Versa eases open an access panel exposing the wires. Versa dials back the event radius and puts the cover back in place.

“That should about do it.”

“Do what?” a nervous Amy asks.

“Watch and see.” Versa grins. She puts the mine over Needy’s chest and triggers the release mechanism. Four “legs” pops out of the sides of the mine and a humming, more felt than heard, fills the back of the truck. Versa slowly lets go of the mine and it hovers about two inches over Needy’s chest.

Amy gasps as the blood, once flowing freely from Needy’s wound, slows and stops.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 NEXT PAGE