Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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A man lies on the floor not far away, seemingly unconscious.
“Yeah, looks like you helped out a lot up there. Sorry, I had to check. You could have been an Alliance mole.” She replaces her glasses and studies SR carefully, frowning as she sweeps an errant lock of hair back from her face. “You still could be, I guess, but I really need the help just now.”
SR extract a captured alliance pistol from his waistband and offers it but first to Jet.
"Will this make you feel more comfortable?'
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The command chair lands and she hops out. She is rather short. “Hi, I’m Bride4. Name’s Jet. I’m an Assistant Engineer here. The Chief Engineer’s gone, don’t know where to. So’s the other AE, and maybe that’s no accident, as they had a thing.” She tosses SR a very thick phone book-sized manual. “That’s the book I call 'Grey’s Anatomy'. It’s the technical specs and design docs for most of what we have down here. Of the whole ship, really. You should realize that all this tech was tinkered together by TheGreyJedi on his own. Nothing down here is standard, and half the stuff runs by some kind of weird techno-magic that even I haven’t figured out… yet, and I've been trying for about a year. But our main fusion plant isn’t too outlandish, and is probably something you could help with right away if you have engineering experience. As it happens, that’s what we need to get going first. Sereni-Tree’s operating on batteries right now.”
She sighs, and rubs her eyes behind her glasses. She as the look of someone who has not rested in a while.
“So? Ready to get going? Oh, and what’s your name?”
Jet, Bride4
"Oh for now, you can call me Warren."
SR thinks to himself, "Duece, Jet, six, seven,...that's four out of seven."
Scorpion Regent
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**jake7 continues blindly fumbling her way down the corridor, checking doors to find a dark place where she can hopefully see the remote and turn off the night vision. She ferverently hopes that she is found by her friends instead of any Alliance troops**
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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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Originally posted by Jadehand:
*JadeHand steps out of TRM's portal, back into the common room of the Tree. He gazes around at the destruction. Slowly he peals the tag off his chest and his body struggles to become his own again as he stumbles towards the bar.*
"Where's Seryn? Is she ok? Has anyone heard from her?"
Trey places a drink in front off him and slowly shakes her head. "Nothing yet."
*JadeHand grabs the side of head with his left hand and winces at the screams inside. Voices he recognizes, that are not his own, speak to him. He trys quickly do drown them out with the pint in front of him. But the multiple shifts in such a short time have left him exhausted. He slips slowly to the floor, comatose.*
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*Washie takes in the quietly desperate exchange at the bar. She and TRM rush to Jadehand's side in time to catch him on his way down. She kneels over him impatiently brushing her long hair out of her way and laying the same hand spread-fingered over Jadehand's left temple, thumb beneath his ear, pinkie mid-forehead. TRM checks the fallen man's pulse.
Wash nods her head, eyes closed, "He's just about going crazy. Cellular changes at a molecular level, all his body's systems running amuck. Best thing for the poor man is some rest. That and we need to take those labels away from him for about 6 weeks." As she utters the last sentence, Wash begins going through Jade's pockets in search of the morphing devices. Coming up with several, she hands them to TRM for safe-keeping. She soothes Jade's mind with a telepathic image of Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side.
As she leans down almost flush with the fallen man to reach in his back pockets, the robot baby's remote control presses uncomfortably against her breasts in her bodice. She sits up and reaches for the device down the neck of her low-cut gown as TRM watches curiously. "You might as well take this too," she says as she hands the small warm pulsing black box to him. "Cozen, I think it was, dumped this into a planter in the bar quite awhile back. I wouldn't have noticed, if I hadn't heard him whisper something about not wanting me to... see... it... there..."
Her final words taper off to nothing and she sways a bit on her knees beside Jadehand. She has a terrible craving to snatch the remote back from TRM, thinking she needs it placed back over her heart quick-like or something terrible will happen. Her last thought before she slumps down unconscious across Jadehand's chest is, 'What the HECK?'
Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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From its hidey-hole, Chucky/Charlise/RoboBaby3000 warily eyes TheRealMe. Given TRM holds control over RB3000 in his meaty hand, Chucky senses its future as being inviable to iffy, at best. It's AI algorithms do quite a lot of math in a very short period of time.
Conclusion: attack soonest, or die.
Drawing upon the remaining reserves of its fading battery array, Chucky swoops across to TRM and with great force clamps his/her/its jaws in that place all males most dread suffering damage.
TRM, noticeably pained -- and who can blame him, eh? -- drops the remote.
And doesn't Schwartz the llama just happen to wander by at that exact moment. Schwartz picks up the RoboBaby3000 remote with his teeth. The llama turns to cozen, whom, of course, has so very coincidentally wandered on to the scene after a short recovery from his electrocution.
"Mmmphh?", sez Schwartz.
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*KellyofLuthien stands still as stone, surrounded by a pile of mangled Alliance bodies. Dark blood drips from her sword, her tattered dress, and from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Slowly, methodically, Kelly wipes the blood off of Nardol and takes off her Ring of Fire, placing it on the chain around her neck. Instantly Kelly transforms from a glowing angel of Elven death to an exhausted, broken woman. She stumbles slowly up to the infirmary, saying a silent prayer to Eru that Ath is still alive.
SimonWho has Ath on the table, his bloody shirt cut open. Simon locks eyes with Kelly, and she sees from his look that it is not good.*
"Is he alive?" she asks feebly.
"Yes, barely. I'm going into surgery now."
Kelly leans back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor.
"Good....that's good."
Pain and darkness finally overwhelm her, and she slumps against the wall.
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I love my Captain 
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Jet looks at the weapon offered by Scorpion Regent.
"No, I don't want it. Trey's a good judge of character. She would have warned me if she didn't trust you. But if you have anything that might go off as you move around, stack it over there. I don't want either of us getting shot by accident!"
She reaches over to touch one of the controls on the chair and the ponderous vault doors begin to close. She looks around, and the fallen man is nowhere to be seen.
"Huh. Wonder what happened to Cozen? Must have slipped out while we were talking."
The vault door slams shut. Mechanisms whirl to lock it tight.
"So, Warren, have you ever worked with a standard Class IV fusion plant before? We need to light it within about two hours or we'll be doing it in the dark!"
Jet, Bride4
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As ItsAWash begins to slide down to the deck, TheRealMe moves to catch her. "Washie!"
He is totally unprepared for CallMeChucky's attack!
"OW! Who let that gorram thing out of the brig!"
Nugget jumps forward and grabs the evil doll's legs. The massive muscles in Nugget's shoulders begin to tense, and...
"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"
OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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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."
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In space around the Sereni-Tree:
Soon after the explosion of the Tripoli, the Killgore is struck by two rapidly-moving objects, objects too massive for the Killgore’s big guns and complement of defensive fighters to deal with. The first strike vaporizes the cruiser’s main bridge. The second causes damage to one of its engines. The great ship seems to drift listlessly for a time, but then re-orients itself and begins to widen the space between it and the Sereni-Tree. Soon, it is obvious that the Killgore is attempting to withdraw, limping away under the cover of its fighters.
McQ observes the Killgore drifting away and realize it's too far for his jet pack boosters to enable him to get on board. He lowers his rifle blaster with disappointment as his thirst for revenge will have to wait for now.
He turns around and summons the damage in the common room, then observes the blood that splattered over his metalic body during the battle which he didn't have time to notice before. McQ realizes he doesn't really know his new allies other than a woman who answers to the name Wash, although they haven't had the time to be formally introduced. He feels a little disoriented, yet makes his way to a flight of stairs where he decides to sit. He then lets out a sigh of frustration, disappointment and relief. "So, what now?" he thinks to himself.
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'Fight stop, noises gone, talking now. Can hear 1st mate, and female, lots of talking'
'oh, its obviously over then, and the rescue team are back! Jadehand! She breathes a low sigh, hoping despite what the cold little voice of realism may say, that everyone is ok. Nevertheless they maintain their slow pace, pausing at doorways to scan the rooms, weapons held out and low.
On their third stop Ervin listens intently, then lets out a low slow yelp. In the back of his throat a low keening starts, and he picks up the pace. The keening grows, louder and louder, but the first she knows of it is when she puts out her hand to slow him, and feels the rumbling permeating his whole body. She looks up, astonished at the pained expression in his features. 'Ok, go on, run...' He bolts ahead, and she abandons the caution and follows after, reaching the common room's balconies as he reaches the bottom and joins the other Yeti crowded around another.
She watches for a moment, then searches the other dead, sparing barely a glance for the living, trying to spot Tree-folk amongst the numerous bodies, but no-one seems familiar. She realises that most will be in the infirmary. She also realises that she should be headed there herself, but, she figures I can hardly get any more deaf, I can wait until after the worst is dealt with, meanwhile... She heads back towards the bay, reasoning that if the Killgore were to launch another boarding, the bay would be as good a place as any.
Approaching the bay doors she checks they are secure and takes up a postion accros the way, near the door leading to the rest of the Tree.
As silence descends, something seems to click in her head, like a plug being pulled out, and a low buzzing starts, angry and waspish, but the most welcome sound she's ever heard. Without much warning her vision clouds over and her balance deserts her. She stumbles over to the wall, looking to hold herself up, and failing pretty miserably. As she hits the deck, some prissy little voice observes that maybe the lockers with soft laundry to land on would have been a better idea, but as it is, she didn't land with her knickers showing, and maybe just taking a few days to lie about all unconcious wasn't such a bad plan.
hm? Goodnight...
(ooc, hey! everyones doing it ...its a good plan...) (and I second that laugh, that was bloody funny 
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.
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