Sereni-Tree: Boros cliffhanger, engaging paramours
POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, March 6, 2006 11:36
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*left alone in her magic elven circle, Serenity pulls out her knitting needles and some yarn and starts knitting a pair of baby booties.*
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"
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In the Bonaparte flying over Boros Prime:
Quincey points, “There’s another candidate. I’ll fly us closer.”
TheRealMe checks computer readouts. “Okay, that is definitely a hanger on the outskirts of Boros Prime. A private one, owned by one A. Dresden, according to my Cortex link.”
Monkeytail puts his face to a window and peers down. “But how do we know it’s the right one?”
Jadehand whistles. “Lots of Alliance troops surrounding it. Look, there’s a transport just arrived, dumping out another squad.”
TheRealMe nods, still looking at his screen. “And we are not too far from the location of the General Grant’s auto distress beacon. I think it’s a good bet that… Gorramit!”
Jadehand looks concerned. “What is it?”
TheRealMe activates an expanded holo display for the benefit of Jadehand and Monkeytail. “Take a look at the last guy who hopped out of that transport. He has blue hands. This is the place. Our friends are inside, probably trying to acquire a shuttle to get off this rock.”
TheRealMe thinks for a bit. “Okay, we’ll need someone on the ground to keep them out of that hanger. I’ll go down. Maybe Jade or Monkeytail can, too. Quincey, you provide us air support. If something flies out of that hanger, cover it, too, and then circle back around to pick us up.”
Monkeytail draws his lightsaber. “I’m ready!”
TheRealMe starts going through his pack, selecting weapons. He sighs. “Too bad that my lightsaber was destroyed back on the Arkham. One of those would be handy just about…”
Jadehand takes a pen, scribbles a bit, then slaps a name tag onto TheRealMe’s chest. A young Obi-wan Kenobi turns to Quincey. “Enlarge the Bonaparte once we are among them. We’ll drop down and take it from there." Obi-wan draws his own lightsaber and turns to Monkeytail. “Let's go!”
The Real Kenobi, Jedi Knight of the Sereni-Tree
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**jake7, still bound with satiny leg shackles and held in thrall by Cozen's Chakra massage, manages to look out the window at the battle raging outside. Weakly she states**
Remember those weak spots I showed ya! Open fire as soon as they're in range!
**She continues to try to bring herself out of her lethargy, but Cozen has now added dark chocolate to the mix and she is helpless to resist.**
(OOC: Remember, I'm being kidnapped by Cozen. I'm completely helpless, as he is the master at this. There is no way I'll be able to resist him to fight.)
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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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*Quincey comes in for a landing behind a large shipping crate and expands the Bonaparte to full size long enough for the three to run out with their various bags of weapons and supplies, then shrinks again and takes to the sky to provide air support and intel on the surrounding purplebellies. JadeHand slaps a preprepared tag to his chest and a chill fills the air around them. MonkeyTail and a Young Obi-Wan look over to see "Robert Drake" just as ice begins to form around the body. JadeHand smiles.*
We should be able to hold them off while those inside secure a shuttle, and maybe even have a little fun until they they notice us over here.
*JadeHand pulls out a couple of grenades, pops the pins out with his thumbs, and small blocks of ice form around the spoons holding them in place until the ice melts. He sets them on the ground.*
Think you can Jedi those into that transport without them noticing? Once the Ice melts they'll have a bit of a distraction.
*JadeHand notices a group of about 10 troops making their way to the hanger and raises his hand slightly. The lead trooper seems to have a very difficult time getting the handle on the side door to turn.*
Well, this should be fun.
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Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
*looks at the yeti*
oh! how cute!
From down the corridor the sound of several men marching in step can be heard.
'OH crap, um, PR? any ideas?
The Yeti produces a horrifying smile. "Lady think Ervin cute? Awwww!"
Ervin bends down and gives Seryn a rib-crushing hug. "Ervin think Lady cute too. Buy her drink later!"
Then he lets her go and stands up straight.
"Ervin has idea. Ervin stay here. Stop bad ones. You go! All go! Stop more bad."
The first Alliance trooper rushes out of a side corridor. Ervin's extra-long yeti arm reaches out to pop him one in the face. The surprised trooper goes down.
"Ervin stop bad like that! You go! Ervin catch up."
Ervin the Yeti
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Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
**She continues to try to bring herself out of her lethargy....**
{The next morning....}
*Jake7 eases open the door to the Stockholm suite of rooms in the East wing. She steps gingerly into the hallway, with one hand attempting to restore a semblence of order to the violent mess of her hair. Her clothing doesn't appear to be properly set on her frame. Her glazed eyes attempt to focus upon her surroundings -- perhaps she is looking to hail a taxi? The door softly eases closed on its well oiled hinges.*
*cozen awakens to the snick made by the door's locking mechanism. A wistful sigh escapes his lips as he arises from the floor, tightening his robe about himself to ward off an imagined chill. Surveying the room, he notes the general chaotic disorder of the closed environment.*
*He sets to placing the magnums of Dom Perrignon into the recycling unit. Notes the tear in the comfy chair's Corinthian leather. Sees that the room service trays are lying on their sides or upside down. China plates lie strewn in random patterns on the floor, some are cracked and broken. Bits of cooked pheasant, vegetables and fruits can be found clinging on everything. He idly flicks a fork from the bed.*
*Dawn's first rays of sunlight reflect off of the many chocolate wrappers, which glint in seeming amusement. A satin handcuff winks in a demonstration of complicity. Coloured beakers which had contained massaging oils lie tipped over, their remnant fluids staining the rug with their guilt.*
*cozen's brain pounds with the fury of a massive hangover, which at least mitigates the sharp pains left by the various tooth and claw marks that adorn his flesh. He doesn't know it yet, but the shower's gonna hurt like a sumbitch.*
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Smooth is over rated as a virtue.
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
*looks at the yeti*
oh! how cute!
From down the corridor the sound of several men marching in step can be heard.
'OH crap, um, PR? any ideas?
The Yeti produces a horrifying smile. "Lady think Ervin cute? Awwww!"
Ervin bends down and gives Seryn a rib-crushing hug. "Ervin think Lady cute too. Buy her drink later!"
Then he lets her go and stands up straight.
"Ervin has idea. Ervin stay here. Stop bad ones. You go! All go! Stop more bad."
The first Alliance trooper rushes out of a side corridor. Ervin's extra-long yeti arm reaches out to pop him one in the face. The surprised trooper goes down.
"Ervin stop bad like that! You go! Ervin catch up."
Ervin the Yeti
*In awe.*
We won't leave without you.
*PR turns to Seryn, TWG and Soul.* Come on, let's go!
*They start rushing away and Seryn turns to PR as they go.*
Seryn: I'm sytill confused. How did you get here?
PR:
You bought me here.PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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'huh?'
'nevermind. Can't talk, oh gods I think i'm gonna die!'*leans against a wall, blinking and staring at the pretty little lights in front of her eyes* 'There has to be a quicker way to get there, jeeze even a milk float could overtake me at the moment'
*sighs and pushes away from the wall* 'I got nothing, on with the running'
they run, seemingly endlessly, through grey corridors and up and down grey stairways. At one point, PR stops them and ducks into a room, returning quickly with the wineskin and other assorted items, then they double back almost and continues running until they reach what looks like the bay, they hide in the convenient alcoves that corridors in ships always seem to have, and watch as a group of engineer types wheel past a trolly loaded with gas cannisters.
'oh I love cheesy sci-fi cliche's!' *grins* 'right, does anyone have a plan?'
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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Boros: The Hangar
Still disorientated from his whole ordeal, Needy struggles to keep his eyes open.
In the last hour he has held up a weapon store, got involved in a firefight, been fatally wounded and quite possibly been resurrected by some spiritual being. Or by Versa at the very least.
The device she had used could possibly have been responsible for his sudden recovery, he just didn’t know. He wasn’t sure of anything right now. It hadn’t been the best day for the male companion, and now he was being held hostage by the Alliance
Physically speaking, he had felt better.
It wasn’t the gunshot wound though – it was his whole body, still burning from what may or may not have happened when he was unconscious. Whether it was Serenity-form’s doing or the device, it didn’t matter. Needy just wanted it to stop. In retrospect, being shot didn’t feel so bad in comparison.
His body was weak, feeling bruised all over, and he struggled to stand. He felt he would collapse then and there if it wasn’t for the officer that held him at his left bicep.
This is ridiculous, Needy told himself. I’m helpless, and Safe is going to get himself killed. All of them are. We’re all going to be slaughtered.
“Now lower your weapons,” the man in charge orders Jack and Safe.
The two hesitate to listen to him.
“Drop your weapons now or you won’t like the consequences.” He threatens
When Safe and Jack fail to comply, still evaluating the situation, the man signals to the officer that held Needy.
Needy tried to keep up with the conversation, his head still spinning. But things soon became clear when the officer beside him pressed the barrel of his gun against Needy’s temple.
Just then all the pain and confusion evaporated and his mind was once again clear. His purpose was focussed.
“No!” Safe screamed, lowering his weapon – but it was too little, too late.
The officer pulled the trigger.
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“You will be in a position to help your new friends. This is what you must do.”
Needy recalled the words spoken to him before, and he realised that now was the time.
Maybe Safe’s scream triggered the reaction, or maybe it was gut instinct, whatever it was, Needy seized the opportunity.
Nobody was expecting it, not from a person that had already been shot and was about as alert as a dead duck. Not the Alliance’s men, the companion’s new colleagues… not even Needy himself – his reactions were almost superhuman in nature and came completely out of the blue.
In the split second that it took the officer to pull the trigger of his gun, Needy had already ripped himself from the man’s clutches and pulled away – dodging the bullet meant for him.
Before the officer can even react, Needy knocks him out cold with a solid punch to his chin, snatching the weapon from his hand as he falls.
Immediately he spins around to the other officer that stands over Amy and uses the barrel of the gun to strike him on his brow.
With the officer knocked down but not out, Amy jumps aside, away from his grasp.
Acting more like a program than a man on the defensive, Needy next turns around again, and faces the leader of the soldiers. Then with a cold soulless look in his eyes, raises the weapon he has obtained and aims it at the head of the man.
Needy doesn’t speak. Just waits for instruction from Safe
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