The Sereni-Tree and the Neverending Peril
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, May 9, 2006 03:53
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*JadeHand bolts the SEP to the console and makes the final power connections as instructed by Jet. Quickly going over it's simple use with those on the bridge, he turns to leave, pulling himself away.*
"Ok, so that's that. I'd love to stay, but just in case, I better get back to that turrent. And I might still need to see the doc."
*He stumbles out of the bridge, and heads back to the turrent, determined to defend his friends.*
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"Either make us not here or let me shoot cos its getting awful close to us not having either option"
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After hearing that, Quincey drops the crybaby and then sets the Sereni-tree for a full burn. She shuts the engines down, turns on the SEP field, and remotely activates the crybaby.
"HA! Okay, they'll think we're still there in our parking orbit, but now we're drifting down a bit."
Quincey, Bride5
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
After hearing that, Quincey drops the crybaby and then sets the Sereni-tree for a full burn. She shuts the engines down, turns on the SEP field, and remotely activates the crybaby.
"HA! Okay, they'll think we're still there in our parking orbit, but now we're drifting down a bit."
Quincey, Bride5
The Admiral Nelson heads towards the Tree as it appears on sensors as no one has notified the pilot that it's a mirage.
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*twg watches as her shuttle flies towards the cry baby. The subspace communications are still down, she can’t risk giving away their location...what can she do?*
Gorramit! I shouldn’t be in charge…it was my responsibility to make sure we were ready to go silent…wánquán yúchûn …*she watches as those aboard the Admiral get farther away…she kicks a panel and punches a viewer*
Bèn dàn! Ow…bloody…
*she stops moving. She stops talking. Her breathing seems to stop. Those on the bridge and watching her screen are suddenly fearful. twg is in constant motion…except when she’s been dead. They’re concerned. Though it’s only been 30 seconds, Tre walks over to her and touches her shoulder…she jumps and is moving faster than they’ve ever seen her move...with purpose. She drops to the floor and opens a panel beneath navigation*
Get me my toolbox.
*no one moves. She looks up, steel in her eyes, and repeats herself*
Get me my toolbox, mâshàng!
*as Tre runs off to twg’s quarters, twg crawls over to the panel beneath communications and begins to pull at wires…*
I need a hand...somebody want to get over here?
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Needy stands dazed and confused.
So much has happened in a short period of time that he now finds himself struggling to keep up - where he was, what he was supposed to be doing.
Safe was talking now, but he had no idea what was going on
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Originally posted by safeat2nd:
“No, that would be akin to poking a beehive with a stick. We do this quiet like. You got us covered?”
Needy looks around him. Everybody seems to be paying attention and now were nodding in reply to Safe's question. Needy followed their lead and nods also. Seems like the thing to do
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Originally posted by safeat2nd:
“Wait for my signal. Then go in small groups.”
Okaaaaay Needy thinks to himself, before sighing. I kinda wish I was somewhere else right now
"Then you want to know more?" a voice sounds in his head.
"Sorry?" Needy asks turning around.
He finds he is no longer where he thought he was.
He is in the Gardens of Mella. A glorious scenic park on the outskirts of Londinum's capital city.
He is surrounded by beautiful green grass and trees. Flowers of yellow and red. And a being of light standing before him.
The light dims as it had before as the form of Serenity stands before him.
"Did I die again?" Needy asks the figure.
"No, of course not." The being says, smiling.
"Then how... why am I here?"
"Now is the time"
"Time for what, exactly?" Needy asks apprehensively.
"Time for answers. Time for you to begin."
"Begin what?"
"Your training"
"Training for what?"
"The battle"
Needy rolls his eyes and sighs. "I had to ask"
OOC: Just to clarify, Needy is still there with the group, even if he's not all there. He's there in body, if not in mind. Whether that means he's a walking zombie or going through the motions or he's collapsed unconscious, I don't know. Feel free to conjure up your own description for what his body's up to at the minute if you so wish. (Man did that sound dirty)
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(ooc- howabout halfway between)
Seryn shove her thumbs into her beltloops noncholantly, jabbers away happily, strolls like she hasn't a care in the world.
All the while she acutely aware of the fact that she's conspicuously free of shoes, that she's the least conspicuous of the lot of them, and that Needy, walking, stumbling alone beside her, seems to be seeing a whole lot of things that ain't infront of him.
He lurches slighlty, and she slips her hand through his arm, pulling him in the right direction.
"hey, less of the sauce for you on our next trip i think buddy!"
the interminable walk to the shuttle over, they enter thought the hatch left open for them. She drops Needy into a seat, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes, trying to get a reaction, and failing utterly. His eyes continue to look around, focusing on things that arn't there, but he slumps in the chair and the only other indicator of life is shallow breaths.
She looks out, just visible, the next two are making their way over. Grabbing a med kit she leaves it next to Needys chair, then goes to the control console, and does her best to start the engines up, ready for Safe's show of nifty getaway driving.
Noises behind her indicate Soul and McQ's safe arrival, engines humming softly in what she hopes is correct working order, she crosses to them and starts trying to make Serenity comfortable.
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With a flash of light, TheRealMe pops into thin air, which, being thin air, fails to support him adequately. He falls, performing a perfect belly-flop into what appears to be a small lake in the middle of a forest. He sputters as he rises back up to the surface.
“Wonderful!” he comments to himself. Seeing as fortune has placed him near to the center of the lake, he picks a direction at random and begins to swim to shore. Slowly, it dawn on him that the shopping moon of Commerce does not have any significant forested areas. Where was he? What had gone so wrong with the dimensional portal that he had created in order to escape the Napoleon Bonaparte? Did something happen to Washie? Something was... wrong.
Eventually, TheRealMe slogs up onto shore. He takes off the jacket of his suit and wrings it out. Then, he hears voices. They sound playful, happy. He starts moving through the thick undergrowth, thinking that he might actually recognize…
TheRealMe comes upon Kelly and Ath, together in this woodland paradise. He quickly averts his eyes, hoping that Kelly does not decide to turn him into a stag or anything. “Ahem! Excuse me!” Still looking away from the couple, he continues, “Uh, would either of you happen to know where we are?”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Near the forested lake:
To Kelly and Ath (who appear not to have noticed him), TheRealMe takes his leave, moves away a safe distance, then tries to create a new dimensional portal. He reaches out before him, and a point of light appears…
On the Sereni-Tree’s Bridge:
A point of light appears on the Bridge, which expands into one of TheRealMe’s dimensional portals. He walks through, dressed in a fine suit but still dripping wet. He surveys the scene. ThatWeirdGirl is mostly inside a control console, furiously working on its innards. She is aided by Trey, who has just handed her a tool. Quincey and Shadow are at control consoles. TheRealMe raises an eyebrow at the little girl, but doesn’t mention anything. “Hi, everybody. So, what’s up?”
TheRealMe is brought up to date on the current situation, including the threats from the Alliance Cruiser, the malfunctioning communications equipment, the newly installed SEP field, Jet’s crybaby that duplicates the Sereni-Tree, and the shuttle Admiral Nelson which is moving to rendezvous with the crybaby, not the Sereni-Tree.
“Ah, well, then.” TheRealMe hops into a spare control console. He brings up displays and controls for navigation, ship power systems, and communications. He taps a few controls. “Hey, Bride4? Are you down in Engineering? I have an idea. While the maneuvering drives built by TheGreyJedi are powerful, they are also obvious. Shut them down.”
”Shut them DOWN?” Jet’s disbelieving voice comes over the com.
Quincey looks up from her piloting controls. “But we’ll be adrift without them!”
TheRealMe shrugs as he answers Quincey. “But we’ll be a target with them. Every time you perform a burn, even a small one, the Alliance cruiser can track us by our engine plumes.” He directs his attention back to his control console. “Bride4? Still there? After you shut down the main maneuver drive, I’d like you to please divert all of its power to the ‘This Land’ park.”
“’This Land’? Huh?” Jet is even more confused. “What is in ‘This Land’ that would use that much extra power?”
TheRealMe smiles. “Butterflies. A whole cage-full of butterflies. Ever since Grey burned out most of our butterfly-shaped reactionless thrusters back in thread 12 or so, I’ve been breeding more. By now, we have enough to move Sereni-Tree again. They don’t provide as much thrust as Grey’s technomagic engines, but they should be quiet. Undetectable.”
“Right! I’ll let you know when I’m done!” Jet responds, then signs off.
ThatWeirdGirl, still working on the electronics, sounds a little concerned. “That invisibility field of Jadehand’s is using a lot of power.”
“We’ll have enough,” TheRealMe replies confidently. “Bride5, when Bride4 gets the reactionless thrusters online, match courses with the shuttle Admiral Nelson. Get us in close.”
Quincey nods. “Okay, but how are we going to signal them to dock with us? The com’s still down.”
Still sitting in his control seat, TheRealMe reaches his hands up high. A pair of plastic and metal gauntlets descend and encase his arms, activating the Sereni-Tree’s external grappler arms. TheRealMe moves his arms about, and the gigantic arms mounted on the outside of the ship follow his every motion. He flexes his fingers, and the huge digits at the ends of the grappler arms respond. “I’ll think of some way to bring them aboard,” TheRealMe grins.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
EDITED to better mesh with TWG
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OCC: well, then i guess that takes care of that...nevermind my console hacking....carry on! Though I'm worried about what you've done to Sparky....
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