Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros

POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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SAFEAT2ND

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 4:57 PM

Boros:

“Now, now Captain, let us not be hasty.” The Bluehand’s eyes never leave Safe’s. “I’ve read your service records. You’re an… honorable man. You wouldn’t shoot and unarmed man, and as you can see I am unarmed.”

“I don’t have any such qualms.” Jack sneers. “Let me shoot ‘im Safe.”

“I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” Bluehands still refused to acknowledge the other members of the group. “Just walk out of here with me quietly. And they…” he waved his good hand dismissively at the others “Will be allowed to leave the building unharmed.”

“Say again??” Citizen blurts in amazement. “How the Blue Sun Corp. ever stays in business with that kinda twisted logic amazes and sickens me.”

“What would you know about business?” The Bluehands snaps at Citizen, his calm demeanor starting to fray. “Wait… I know you, or should I say I knew your grandfather wasn’t it? He was a weak man.”

Citizen dives at the Bluehands tackling him to the ground.

Jack, Bride7 and Safe struggle to separate the two. Jack and Bride7 pull Citizen off the Bluehands while Safe pushes the Bluehands down and plants his boot on the mans throat.

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!” The Bluehands screams, clawing at Safe’s leg. “Bunch of stinking animals, that’s all you are! You are nothing, NOTHING!!”

Safe steps down harder on the man’s throat to control him. The Bluehand is reduced to grunting, foam flying from his mouth with his exertions as he continues to claw at Safe’s leg.

“Versa, Flechette, can either of you prep a shuttle?” Flechette and Versa nod. “Good, prep that shuttle over there.” Safe points to the larger shuttle at the top end of the hanger. Barely visible on its side are the markings ISSCV. “There’s a ship in orbit waiting for us. Jack, open the hanger roof.”

At that moment, the Bluehand punches Safe in the back of the knee, loosening his hold on him. Safe’s gun bucks and Bluehand flops once and is still.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

SAFEAT2ND

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 4:59 PM

Boros:

The whine of engines fills the air as the roof rolls back. Flechette emerges from a second shuttle and runs over to Safe. “We’re not going with you.”

“We?”

“Amy, Versa and I. There’s another underground encampment on Persephone and an a ship waiting in the shadow of Boros’s moon. We’ve got to continue our work. What we’ve seen here has only strengthened our resolve.”

Everyone was now gathered by the shuttles. “Can’t say as I’m surprised.” Safe sighed.

“Won’t you come with us Safe?” Amy asked hopefully.

“…no… It’s safer if I stay on the move and that ship up there will allow me that luxury.”

“Safe, I’m going with them, if they’ll have me. I’m tired of runnin’.” Jack says looking hopefully at Flechette.

“Glad to have you. We could use your inside knowledge of the Alliance. Safe, Good luck to you.” Flechette and Safe shake hands. Amy, tears welling up in her eyes, hugs Safe fiercely.

Safe clears his throat. “So, Citizen, are you coming with me or staying with the underground. You do owe me an explanation as to your full involvement. Needy… wait a minute, how come you’re still standing?? You can tell me on our way out.”

Safe and Bride7 carry Bride6 into the ISSCV. Safe turns back to Citizen and Needy.

“You guys coming?”

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 5:17 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In the Sereni-Tree common room:

The lights go out, plunging the room into total darkness. Alliance Sergeant Chin calls out, "Activate infrared!" A hundred clicks sound throughout the room, and the Alliance troops resume shooting at the blinded Sereni-Tree crew.

For a brief moment Kelly is blinded by inpenetrable darkness. Ahead of her she hears the gruff order of the Sergeant and the massive ping of multiple infrared goggles activating simultaneously. Kelly backs herself into a corner of the room, knowing there is only one thing she can do to help. She holds her ringed hand out in front of her, as if shielding the darkness, and shouts:

"Sereni-Tree! Close your eyes! NOW! Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!"

An explosion of white fire erupts from Narya and Kelly hears the satisfying screams of the Alliance troops as their goggles are filled with blinding white light. Holding the Ring aloft, she shouts to her comrades to keep firing.

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I love my Captain

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COZEN

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 5:25 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
Close your eyes! NOW!

*Still comatose....*

"revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night...."

Situation desperate, what with the quoting of Springsteen 'n all.

Medic!

***
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php

NEEDY

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 5:47 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
Boros:
Safe clears his throat. “So, Citizen, are you coming with me or staying with the underground. You do owe me an explanation as to your full involvement. Needy… wait a minute, how come you’re still standing?? You can tell me on our way out.”
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

Needy hesitates, still thinking about what had just happened - his mind racing to catch up.

He looks down and begins to pick with his finger his second chest wound. It too, like the other, resembles nothing mroe than a scab

Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
Boros:
Safe and Bride7 carry Bride6 into the ISSCV. Safe turns back to Citizen and Needy.

“You guys coming?”

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

Needy looks up at Safe

"Yeah... I think so."

"You don't seem so sure about that" Safe replies

"No, I'm not. I'm not sure of anything right now. But I can't stay here, and I'm not ready yet to join any underground movement... yeah, I'll come with you Safe. If you don't mind"

Safe smiles "Course not"

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Needy. Male Companion a.k.a. First Boy Whore of Destiny
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ITSAWASH

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 6:59 PM

*Wash stands with her comrades, feet firmly planted, wings on her heels peeking out beneath the hem of her flowing gown. She is at peace in the midst of pitch darkness and even in the blinding light that follows. Her hands, her arms hold no weapons anybody can see, her hair writhes and folds around her shoulders and back like the strands of a sea anemone as a cryptic smile graces her lips. Although she does not seek cover, no bullets, no lazer blasts, nothing hurled penetrates an area roughly 4 inches around her form. Her hands are slowly lifting now as she sees clearly after the elven magic brightened the room, then dims to a manageable level. The magic was just what they needed, effectively blinding the purple bellies due to their foolish use of night-vision equipment.

Washie draws living energy from the 'Tree's crew and the enemy alike, wasted power that has bled off of them from fear and battle-glory. RiverClone is alive inside her, on her skin, laughing quietly, reveling in the now of this, the hot heated flavor of this. Wash curls and coils the power, concentrating it along her biceps, down her wrists, holding it there, fingers gracefully curved toward her palms, waiting the right moment to unleash hell on the enemy. The pitiful remains of this latest Alliance force are stunned and sightless, writhing in pain on the deck.

But the next wave is coming, and with them she "reads" a half-metallic hunk of humanity who is not-quite-foe, not-quite-friend to her new family on this ship. Something about him bothers her, but not necessarily in a wholely bad way.

"It's not over yet," she hears somebody on her side say. "More are coming, they ain't no way giving up that easily. Eyes forward, Boys and Girls, we're fighting for everything we hold dear."

Washie's last thought as she awaits the unslipping of the dogs of war is of somebody in particular worth fighting with, worth fighting for, that she has held dear not two days past. Her fingers begin to uncurl the slightest bit, energy audibly crackling between her spreading fingers, noticed by those surrounding her, who step away from her field of fire.

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

SOULOFSERENITY

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 7:52 PM

OOC: Heh, Kelly I had the same basic idea for the blinding white light, except I was going to use an arrowhead.

___________________________

Soul continued firing, his hands flying as he made his way through most of the arrowheads on the bandolier across his chest. One Fed falls as an arc of electricity renders him unconscious; another bursts into flames; a third vanishes in the quick blink of a vortex. Finally, Soul is down to a single arrow and two arrowheads: a duplicate of the Phoenix one Soul had used on Static back at the Dark Tower, and the only one he had never used before, the arrowhead in the shape of the head of the man called Succotash. Soul makes his decision, fits his final arrow with the arrowhead, and aims straight up, watching as the arrow flies up straight and true. Instead of impacting the ceiling, though, it phases right through, thanks to the quick burst of energy Soul had run through it.

Soul lowers his eyes and drops his bow. Grabbing the dagger at his waist, he takes a hold of the handle shaped like the tail of a scorpion, and leaps into the fray, swinging the black blade as he goes.

Above the SereniTREE, the arrow passes through the final bit of hull and continues up for a few seconds, before vanishing in a blinding flash of white light. Then, nothing.

An officer aboard the Tripoli watches the light through a vidscreen, but thinks nothing of it. At least until an alarm on his console signals the opening of a singularity above the Alliance ship, followed quickly by an explosion that rocks the Tripoli. Grabbing onto his console, the officer stares at the vidscreen in shock as he watches another ship drop into view.

Destiny’s Shadow, piloted by none other than the disembodied head of Succotash, joins the fight once again.

______________________

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/

MCQ

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 8:22 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The Sereni-Tree common room:

When his commander falls, Sergeant Chin takes command of the platoon, and pushes into the common room, taking cover behind the busted and broken furniture. The Yetis Assan and Hewitt retreat, each leaving a companion behind.

Chin calls out loudly, "Second Platoon, attack!"

More Alliance troops come pouring into the common room.

McQ enters with the second platoon. As the room goes dark, his infrared eye enables him to see, yet is briefly blinded by a white flash. He then looks around and scans the room for damages. Seeing the Sergeant was injured McQ decides that this is his time for vengeance. McQ approaches the wounded sergeant and lifts him by the throat with one hand, looking directly into his eyes as they filled with horror.

"Now you get to see what your new WEAPON can do," snarls McQ and tosses the helpless sergeant against the nearest wall. McQ turns to a small gathering of Alliance soldiers and bellows, "You turned me into this mechanical beast and now you'll PAY!!" Using a buzzsaw feature of his ensemble of weapons on his left arm, starts slashing away at the small group of soldiers. They scream and try to fight back but it's useless and he rips them apart in sheer anger.

"McQ, what do you think you're doing?" the sergeant demanded to know. "I command you to stop at once!!"

Turning to the sergeant, McQ takes his blaster rifle and merely mutters, "Make me" before blasting him to his death.

Within the Alliance ship turmoil breaks out among the higher ranks.

"I knew that ... THING ... would be unstable! We have to deactivate it before it kills every one of our troops!" one leader demanded.

"How do you suggest we do that?" inquired another. "That beast is twice as powerful as us."

"You leave that to me," the first leader snorted and stormed out of the room.

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You ain't seen nothing yet.

ITSAWASH

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 9:01 PM

* As Alliance forces pour into the room, Washie's concentration shifts from the pooling powerhouse she's channeling to the largest individual accompanying the emerging soldiers. She notes his violence against his own leader and troops, processes his shouted cries of pain and vengeance.

'He's not theirs anymore, but neither is he ours. Remains to be seen what he is, for true,' she thinks, sending out a flicker of her mind to seek his thoughts out. Anger, hatred, confusion and hope war within the electrode-implanted brain of McQ. He never was theirs, not really, and Washie knows he could be an invaluable ally to the 'Tree, long as the decks of whatever quarters TRM assigns him can be reinforced to stand up to his bulked up form.

As a cadre of feds heads toward the cyborg to try to take him down, Wash lets slip the merest tendrils of energy, another experiment, really, to stop their onslaught against McQ, and, in doing so, show him that she understands he's on the right side of this battle. Radiant bluish-white falls on the purple bellies upon whom she gazes, their eyes roll up and they fade into black, crumpled up dolls on the ground for more troops to stumble over as they continue to pour into the common area.

McQ whirls to see the lightning striking his former allies and he follows the arcs back to the lass doing the killing. She senses his gaze on her, but does not dare look away from her work, can't look at him or anybody else for fear the fire will fall on them too.

She sends McQ an unspoken greeting to which he responds with an audible, "Huh," his full lips giving a small smile instead of bared teeth. The cyborg moves more or less to her side and they face the coming storm, one tall, broad-bodied and formidable, the other slighter, feminine and soft, both smiling oddly, eager for the fray.

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

MAI

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 9:17 PM

Finally all the animals, lined up and readied for the battle that they hope won't reach this far, Mai, LMD and Serenity sit down to relax a bit. Not that relaxing is really happening as they all seem tense with worry about their fellow Tree family.

Thanks Serenity *drinks* Whoa. Now that is what I call yummy. What exactly is in that?

Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com

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