Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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From behind her bar, Trey takes careful aim at CallMeChucky, but does not trust her ability to pick it off cleanly without harming either Nugget or TheRealMe.
Trey, Bride3
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With his hands full dodging Alliance fighters, Safe can't hail the Tree again.
The odd whoop of victory and string of curses from the back, tell Safe that Bride7 is keeping the fighters off their tail. And despite his claim otherwise, Citizen was a decent shot. Yet another thing Safe would have to ask him about.
Suddenly the fighters break off their attack. A boarding vessel detaches from the Tree, and follows the fighters back to the Kilgore.
That's odd... Safe thought.
"Safe to the Tree. Come in please." Still no response.
"The landing bay is closed, see if you can find another docking area." Safe asks Citizen as he guides the ISSCV around the Tree.
"There, where the boarding vessel took off from, and airlock." Citizen says pointing to the spot.
Safe guides the ISSCV in. There is a slight bump and a hiss as he activates the docking clamp.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Safe looks back at Citizen to see him pointing out the pilot's side window, mouth gape.
Safe straightens in his seat and follows Citizens gaze. The Alliance Cruiser Tripoli was coming apart at the seams, and they were too close.
"Sheeit!! Hang ON!!"
Safe cranks the controls to the side and jams the engine to full. They weren't going to make it.
The shock wave tosses the ISSCV like a bit of flotsam on a wave. The ships thick metal plating groans but holds.
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
During the rough flight, Bride6 lunges forward with her good hand and grabs hold of the girl to try to keep her safe.
Shadow watched wide eyed as the battle raged around them, gripping tight to Bride6 as the woman held tight. She hoped Ghost was safe…and she hoped they both would survive this fight.
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From the craft's aft, Bride7 gets banged around and resumes cursing.
Ghost was scared. Her sister had left her forever ago, and the once calm ride had turned rough. She was scared. A small whimper escaped her as the ship jolted and her head hit the side of her hiding place, a small trickle of blood began dripping down the side of her face staining the child's hair.
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"WhaaHooo!" Safe grins as he regains control. He slaps Citizen on the back. "How's that for mititary technology!"
Citizen grins weakly "Ya... great.. just great"
Safe angles the ISSCV for the Tree.
"Captain Seth Franklin, call sign Safe, to the Sereni-Tree, come in please."
Shadow began to shake as the last few hours caught up with her. Relief, panic, fear, joy, and many other emotions overwhelming the girl as her shaking became shock and she fell limp into Bride6’s arms, unconscious taking over her.
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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Ooh Green!
*With a triumphant gleam in her eye, Serenity places down her next card: a green Skip.*
Your turn again, Mai!
why is it always green?, thinks lmd as he appears as though he is about to cry...
/me turns the near-sobs into roaring laughter, then looks sheepishly at the two women
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In the Common Room of Sereni-Tree:
In excruciating pain from CallMeChucky’s continuing attack, TheRealMe blinks back tears as he forces words past clenched teeth.
“Nugget, keep hold!”
He pulls a pen from his shirt pocket.
“Trey, nametag!”
Trey drops her weapon and half vaults, half flies, over the bar. She fishes through the pockets of the fallen Jadehand, then tosses a name tag to TheRealMe. He scribbles furiously: “ZOE ALLEYNE WASHBURN,” then slaps it to his chest.
Suddenly free, TheRealZoe yells, “Now, Nugget, smash it to the deck!”
When Nugget complies, TheRealZoe’s boot descends upon the little neck of CallMeChucky. She plants the muzzle of her gun at the back of the evil doll’s head and fires three times in rapid succession. Then she removes her boot and blasts the body twice at point blank range. The evil doll is in pieces, electronic components scattered everywhere. A puzzled Nugget still holds a little leg in each hand. “Nugget, sweep it up, put it into an extra-strong bag, and bring it back to me.”
TheRealZoe strides over to Schwartz the Llamma, kicks the remote out of its teeth and up into the air, and blasts it twice before its pieces rain down.
Then TheRealZoe reloads while she calmly surveys the wreckage of the Common Room with a critical eye. She sees the Alliance bodies, the yeti mourning their dead, the unfamiliar cyborg, the slumped forms of Jadehand and Washie. TheRealZoe nods, done reloading. “Report!”
With a tremble in every movement, the Ebo Golem, missing its right side, forces itself to its feet. It turns, takes a few steps, and resumes pushing furniture through the airlock door.
TheRealZoe looks over her shoulder and sighs. "Nugget, sweetie, quit crying. It wasn't a real baby!"
TheRealZoe, First Mate of the Sereni-Tree
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Quincey pilots the Napoleon Bonaparte up to the hanger bay over the South Wing, and punches a code into her console. The great doors do not open. She tries again. Nothing. She tries the com.
“Hello? Hello? Sereni-Tree?"
Nothing.
“Gorramit! Now what? I hate waiting!”
She sighs, and begins to drum her fingers on the side of her pilot’s console. That's when she realizes that she's still wearing her slinky red dress from her earlier attempt to get noticed by Roberts.
"Hmmm... I wonder what happened to him?"
Quincey, Bride5
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I'm tired. I'm angry. I don't know the fate of most of those on board. But I can't think about that now.
Ath's wounds are a mix of the grave and superficial. However, it is this cut that worries me the most. If I can't fix it, we're going to have to perform a transplant. Thankfully, there are no shortage of donors today. But...
Kelly, I know yours is a race of old beliefs and ways. I know parts of the body are not mere organs to your kind. I know you want Ath as he was, healed as good as new. But if it comes down to it, a transplant may be necessary. You may want to prepare yourself.
*he focuses his attention back on his patient, feeling the pressure of knowing one slight mistake would be fatal, trying his hardest to repair the damage done to Ath's slow beating heart*
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Ath seems to be lying on his back. He believes that he sees Riverclone standing over him. But that's... impossible.
She seems to stare down at him, a grave expression on her face. "No, not yet. But maybe soon. It looks like you might end up being a sacrifice after all." She gets a far-off look. "If you do, she'll name it after you. Heh. 'Atherton' would be such a silly name for a girl!"
Riverclone reaches out and lightly touches Ath's chest. "The problem is here." She smiles sadly. "You're suffering from a broken heart!"
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In the darkness:
*JadeHand floats in the black. He is alone. He's been here before. The sharp pain in his head dulls briefly, as an image appears before him: Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side. Then just as suddenly the image is gone. Another dream. Another fantasy. Whatever is was, it's gone now. JadeHand thinks to himself: "Wait, I thought things here were supposed to be more real. Has the astral plane changed that much since I was last here? How long did I think I could keep them away? At least it's Peaceful......aside from the voices. Crap. They keep getting louder. Like they're getting closer."
* He turns to face them, all of them are here. And they're more than just a little upset.*
* One of them steps forward, a chill fills the space around him. "It's time."*
"Oh come on, just let me go back. I'll drink you all away again."
"Not this time, you've put it off too long this time. Besides you don't want him to get upset....er"
*He points behind him at one of the other figures where just enough light glistens of the the nearby metal to show the scar on the man's face.*
"Fine, fine. You win. Tell me again what I have to do, It has been awhile."
*One of the other figures steps forward*
"Is simple, da? You use us to solve your problems. Now our turn. You pay debt."
"Great. That clears that up."
"You come with us now."
*A steely hand takes him by the shoulder and leads him off with the rest deeper into the black*
On the Tree:
JadeHand lies perfectly still and unresponsive.
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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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Oh darn I don't have any green ones left. Whatever shall I do? *lays down blue skip*
Hmm.. guess that will work. 
*whispers to Serenity, while pointing @ LMD* He's actin' kind a funny. Wonder what's wrong with him?
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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