The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 16:28
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*turns over on his bed*
*vaguely hears the emergency announcement*
*goes back to sleep*
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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
Also, with the pain out of the way, Ath realizes he's hungry. He decides that since there are no alarms going off, the ship can wait for a bit. He heads off instead to the kitchen, where he sees Kelly, NoSkillz, Serenity, and a pair of young girls who look like sisters making cookies.*
"Mmm, that smells great! Are they ready yet?"
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
*At the sight of Ath standing tall, KellyofLuthien nearly drops the lembas she just pulled out of the oven.*
"Ath! What are you doing?! You can't walk!"
"I think the fact that I'm walking right now pretty much proves that I can," Ath says cheerily as he snatches up a tea sandwich.
"I....okay, but let me make you something good to eat," Kelly replies, clearly flustered and confused that Ath is already out of bed.
"Nah, this'll do just fine," Ath says through a mouthful of his third tea sandwich.
Kelly looks to Serenity, who shrugs, and then notices that Ghost is hiding behind her skirts again. She lays a light hand on Ghost's head, stroking her hair.
"Ath, I have two very special people I'd like you to meet. This is Shadow and this is Ghost," she says, pointing to the two girls. "Girls, this is CallMeAth. He's Serenity's brother and a pilot! Doesn't he have nice wings too?"
Ath grins and gives a greeting as he pulls a plate of veggies and dip toward him. As he takes his first bite, an annoucement comes on the com.
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“Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”
Quincey, Bride5
"Oh, go-se," Ath says, earning a raised eyebrow from Serenity.
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Safe continues to watch quietly from the doorway. A grin forms on his face as Nos is drawn into the fun reluctantly, intentionally or just because he couldn't hold his stomach off any longer, it didn't really matter.
Another man enters the room, wings on his back too. When he is introduced to the younglings as Serenity's brother Safe nods, that makes sense he thinks.
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
“Attention! We have an Alliance BATTLESHIP that just appeared off our port quarter!”
Safe steps aside as Ath and Nos bolt out of the room, still chewing on their food.
For the first time, Safe feels... useless. He didn't know the ship and had no idea where to go to help.
A snippet of conversation he heard earlier, gives him an idea. Safe sprints for the ISSCV. With the main engines out, the ISSCV's engines might be able to provide a little extra boost.
Dropping into the pilot's chair in the ISSCV, Safe keys the comm. "ISSCV to Sereni-Tree, this is Safe. I may be able to add some boost. While it's not star drive type boost, I figure every little bit helps. Just say when."
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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As N0Skillz and Shadow make there way to the hanger, they see TRM exit the hanger.
"TRM, i never got a offical tour of this ship. Where there any gun turrets or anything i should be manning? Or should i wait to see if we can get away?"
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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree
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*Counseling duties can wait, the ship's in peril....again. "This place is many things, but boring ain't one of 'em, by god," she sighs as she heads toward the action about to descend on the common room.
On her way she notices movement through an open lab door, finds the resident cyborg detaching his helmet and faceplate. Not daring to go into the room, she stands at the door's edge unnoticed as McQ stares full-on riveted into his ravaged face in the mirror.
Almost half of him is still there, the rest coated in warm metal sleekly contoured to his skull and maxillofacial area. She detects a smile as the corners of his lips pull upward. Entering the room then, Wash approaches his back slowly as he finds a glowing button-like object and crushes it with satisfaction. He turns, sits heavily, and says it's time now to wait.
Looking up at last, the cyborg sees Washie before him and actually jumps in his seat, metallic parts jingling almost musically. She touches the metal coating the side of his face and head, one of his hands coming up to stop her, but instead hovering an inch from her questing hand.
From the metal portion, she slides her fingertips onto the intact skin of his cheek, down his jaw and over his mouth. "Hello, Handsome," she tells him smiling.
Not buying her judgment of his looks, he takes time instead to flinch as her palm sweeps up and crosses the red lit robotic eye, his vision involuntarily scanning the bones and tissue in her hand. "Good bone structure," he mutters, "long and strong metacarpals, and the carpals are thicker than normal, enhanced, I believe."
"Might have something to do with the fighting I've done with them lately, although I dunno how any enhancements could happen so fast. I'll look into it later."
"Well, from what my systems processed about your energy gathering and dispersement laying hell on the feds back in the common room, your bone structure would have needed to shore up quick or else shatter leaving you a boneless chicken from the shoulders down."
Laughing, Washie decides counseling time is over, action about to descend on the half-cleaned up common area.
"You want to stay here and wait for TRM, Babe, you're welcome to, but from what I know about him it'll be a long cold wait." She stepped toward the door, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"I don't know if I'm cleared of threats to the crew, to you..."
Nodding, Washie rushes away down corridors toward the common area to be of any aid she can. If nothing else, it could be an opportunity to try her post-Riverclone bonding TK powers, should enemies require quelling.
As Washie leaves the lab, McQ feels a little embarrased that of all those to see him "unmasked" or without his helmet, that she was the first. "I did not intend for her to see me that way," he thought to himself for a moment.
This thought was dismissed with TRM's urgent message of another Alliance vessel approaching. "I hope this isn't because they tracked me or my warning to TRM will be true and I am a threat to these people and their well-being."
McQ decided that he won't do any good by sitting around waiting and might be of more good by helping out with possibly more fighting. He picks up his helmet, places it back on his head and bolts it into place. He then reconnects his jetpack, bolting it on securely. From there McQ start gathering his multiple weapons and putting them back where he disarmed them from. His left hand retreated back into his forearm so he could reinsert the assortment of weapons on his left arm. He set that arsenal to mini rocket launcher and four small rockets popped out from each side of his wrist. Last but not least, he picked up his trusty blaster rifle an switched off the safety.
"Time to go to work," he says as he departs the lab.
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TheRealMe and ScorpionRegent run up to the vault-like doors of Main Engineering. TheRealMe’s fingers flash as he inputs the entry code and the massive door opens. The pair step inside and the door closes behind them. Jet is seated in the hovering command chair, flitting from place to place as necessary. With intense concentration, she taps on the chair’s master control panel to enter some new program. Then she looks up at the new arrivals.
“Good! Glad you’re here. We're really gorram close to being able to jump. She points to TheRealMe. You, there is a mis-alignment in the power converters leading to the hyperspace warp generator. Those have to be tuned down to the level of secondary harmonics.” She points to ScorpionRegent. “You, there is a leak in one of three plasma conduits that I haven’t been able to track down. Find it. Plug it. You guys do that, it’ll free me for more complex stuff.”
“Right!” TheRealMe responds, and they get to it.
As they are heading off to their new assignments, ScorpionRegent mutters to TheRealMe, “I thought that you were in charge here.”
TheRealMe chuckles in response. “Not HERE!”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Citizen lent back in his chair and put his feet up on the table.
"You know, I never quite understand why people don't just ask the Alliance to stop shooting."
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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TheRealMe and ScorpionRegent run up to the vault-like doors of Main Engineering. TheRealMe’s fingers flash as he inputs the entry code and the massive door opens. The pair step inside and the door closes behind them. Jet is seated in the hovering command chair, flitting from place to place as necessary. With intense concentration, she taps on the chair’s master control panel to enter some new program. Then she looks up at the new arrivals.
“Good! Glad you’re here. We're really gorram close to being able to jump. She points to TheRealMe. You, there is a mis-alignment in the power converters leading to the hyperspace warp generator. Those have to be tuned down to the level of secondary harmonics.” She points to ScorpionRegent. “You, there is a leak in one of three plasma conduits that I haven’t been able to track down. Find it. Plug it. You guys do that, it’ll free me for more complex stuff.”
“Right!” TheRealMe responds, and they get to it.
As they are heading off to their new assignments, ScorpionRegent mutters to TheRealMe, “I thought that you were in charge here.”
TheRealMe chuckles in response. “Not HERE!”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
"Fix the problem now. Take credit or blame later. We can discus command issues tomorrow, if we earn one."
SR goes to a board and in several minutes isolates the area of plasma loss. He buffers more power to the affected circuit's shields and problem solved. He notes that if the shields weaken, he can route a bypass and notes the best way to do it if/when it becomes necessary, then he goes to the fridge and pokes around for a possibility at a leftover hamburger.
Scorpion Regent
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Having reached the cargo bays to find SR, TRM and Soul gone already, She makes her way back to the common room, and through lack of any distinct action there, wonders into the kitchen.
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Citizen lent back in his chair and put his feet up on the table.
"You know, I never quite understand why people don't just ask the Alliance to stop shooting."
She throws him a funny look, which he doesn't respond to, his facing away from her and all, and attempts to sound funny and breezy,
'Oh, tried that, whilst you were on Boros. Asked very nicely, even offered them the chance at a cashy money reward. They seemed all amenable, and then it went down hill from there. It didn't end well for any of us' *she raises a hand to her ear unconciously* Though recent events have inspired me to be forgiving'
She catches sight of Ath, and smiles at him, 'kissies? Did they help? They wern't that powerful on others, but I hope they helped!'
Finally her eyes and brain catch up with her nose
'...oh my word... food...'
Two or three sandwiches later, she looks around again, and waves at the two little girls eying her nervously from behind Kelly, she thinks for a minute
'Hey, after all this is done, and hopefully we have tucked tail and escaped, Does finding a really sunny warm planet and spending the weekend sound like a very good idea to anybody else?' She looks around 'I don't know, just a weekend of really hard decisions like 'mojito or mai-tai?' sounds a mighty appealing'
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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
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Quincey and ThatWeirdGirl are on the Bridge of the Sereni-Tree, watching the sensor display reveal the approach of the Alliance Battleship Wilkins. It is gaining on Sereni-Tree, slowly. Fighters launch from the massive craft, as do a spread of missiles.
Then a signal comes from Engineering, the signal that Quincey has been waiting for! She uses her right hand to shove the maneuver drive controls off to one side, and brings back the jump drive controls. There is one prominent, flashing control that she slaps with the palm of her hand.
The Sereni-tree shivers as its FTL drives spin up and roar to life. Space-time is twisted back on itself, and the Sereni-Tree disappears into hyperspace.
Quincey sighs, and leans back in her seat, and clicks the ship intercom. “We made it! We’re safe. They can’t track us through hyperspace! That’s impossible! Now we just have to travel a couple of days in hyperspace, and we’ll be at our destination!
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