Life Onboard Serenity: To Londinium and Beyond!
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Tuesday, June 27, 2006 03:09
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*Chang's Gun Emporium!!*
13 snorts at the flaring neon sign. "Catchy name."
The quartet of 13, Guy, Pain and Jayne make their way into the store, which is mostly empty except for several seedy merc types.
"13, me an' Guy'll go see about some guns. Jayne, keep your com on."
13 doesn't register these words, his mouth wide and eyes bright with infatuation. Pain, noticing his un-attention, waves two fingers in front of his face. When that does nothing, he follows 13's eyes to the object of his desire.
A long, white rapier is safeguarded in a locked plexiglas case. 13 approaches Chang, and says:
"How much for the Pemier?"
"Ah, noticed that, did you? Picked up this trinket at an Alliance auction. Apprehended from a corrupt officer."
Chang takes the sword from its case, and 13's eyes hungrily trace the blade.
"Reinforced L-steel, sharkskin handle. The basket guard will do you well in a duel. Slightly imbalanced, on account of the gemmed pommel. I'd say...well, only cash'll buy this item, on account of its restricted nature."
"Its only a rapier. That doesn't warrant a restriction."
"Yeah, but this just isn't *any* rapier. It can do...this." Chang depresses the 'gem' in the pommel, and the blade retracts into the handle. "Collapsible."
Even before Chang says 'collapsible,' 13 is pulling up the leg of his pants. Plucking at a black mole, his calf springs open to reveal a wad of cash. Hurriedly, 13 shoves it at Chang.
"And get me a nice scabbard, would you?"
"Of course, sir. And I can throw in a pair of kama as a bonus."
"That'd be great."
Meanwhile, Just Eight Hours From the Fuelling Station...
"Just got a wave from the Dying Angel. We're to hire out every merc we can find. Contract 'em for..." the thin-faced man squints at a piece of paper in his hand, "all Firefly class ships. This one'll have carbon scoring, take out identification. Also, its got a special mark on the hull."
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After purchasing the fine, collapsible Pemier sword, 13 decides to shop by himself. Telling Pain this, the merc consents.
Walking out of the Emporium, 13 is approached by a small, cunning-looking man wearing a burgundy overcoat and silver-laced clogs. He looks 13 up and down, and says:
"Hey, kid, you look like you could use a French Hen to tide you over."
"Whats a French Hen?" 13 scratches his head at this unfamiliar term.
The man smiles.
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ok, so, when you blew up the high charity, ertia shot him, and he came onboard, then i got bored and skipped a few and now he's on persephonie. 
*wolf finnaly found the ammo shop, as he saw the neon sign*
wolf" oooh, changs gun emporium, sounds good."
*wolf walked in and saw the others.*
wolf" hey guys."
pain" hey."
*wolf looks around and see's various revolvers, automatics, explosives and blades.*
wolf" hey chang. got any ammo for a 366 model rapid fire shotgun?"
chang" absolutly, how much ya need?"
wolf" lots, ooh nice sword 13."
13" thanks"
*as wolf looks around the store.*
wolf" hey, how much for the katana and sai's?"
chang" 3400 creds"
wolf" damn!"
*wolf starts mumbling and hands over the cash.*
*as he takes the wepons and conceals them about his person and he walks out a man comes running down the street being followed by the alliance patrol.*
random crimanal" arrrgh!"
*wolf slides out his blades and holds out his arm, the man runs by and is decapitated by wolfs outstreched claws*
*wolf appers not to notice.*
wolf" yeah take that... oh 
!"
*the alliance chases after him as the others walk back to the ship.*
jayne" toldya i wouldn't get inta trouble."
pain" well someone had to didn't they. *sigh* 
"
*they board the ship just as jr and fly step in.*
fly" we ready to go?"
jr" just a mo."
*wolf runs onto the ship and jumps passed distressed passers by.*
wolf" FLY DAMNIT!!! FLY!!!"
*he jumps screaming through the closing doors.
mal" ANYONE MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE GO SE JUST HAPPEND?!"
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LOL! Due to my stupid computer at home having problems again. I'll be using the ones at the library. Hopefully my computer will be fixed sometime tomorrow afternoon.
*Mal looks at Pain and Jayne. Pain looks at Jayne then at Mal and says*
Hey we managed to stay out of trouble!
*Mal just gives the two mercs a look as Guy says*
Um I think Wolf decapitated some guy being chased by Feds. I guess the Feds didn't like it.
*Mal mutters something in Chinese, walks over to the com, presses the talk button says*
Wash contact your wife and tell her and Ertia to take the shuttle and meet us once we're out of atmo.
*Wash replies over the com*
You got it sir.
*Mal clicks off the com and storms off to the bridge in a huff.*
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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13 stumbles into the ship, eyes wide and knees weak.
"THAT'S a French Hen?! Damn!"
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Ertia carefully went over the paperwork with the Registry officer, signing here and there, and making sure the magnetic codes worked.
Zoe discretely tapped the center of her back, and she glanced up and over her shoulder. Zoe's thumb jerked towards the door.
"Well, if that's everything?"
"It is. Safe flying." The registry officer handed Ertia the codes and she smiled as she turned to follow Zoe who was already heading for the door.
On the promenade, the problem instantly became apparent. Sirens were blaring on every level of the space station, and Alliance soldiers ran this way and that.
"We're to get the shuttle and join the others in space." Zoe frowned, and Ertia followed her train of thought as they passed a dozen shops selling pretty clothes and trinkets.
No shopping today. What the hell had happened now? Recovering the shuttle proved to be no problem at all and it was fully fueled and ready to go.
Zoe ran the start up sequence while Ertia hacked into the Cortex and changed the registry codes for Serenity.
"Zoe? Does it seem to you like we're always on the run?"
The warrior woman glanced back with a grin as she charged the shuttle out of the docking bay and towards the coordinates Wash was beaming her. "Well, beats standing still, I suppose."
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Meanwhile, Orbiting Londinium Space Station..
"Sir! Just got a transcript from a comp-plant!"
The thin merc snatched the length of paper, grinning as he studied it.
"Alliance action, eh? This is good...let the Alliance take the Firefly. After the crew's apprehended, we'll get a mole to bring the crew to Orphan."
"By the way, how soon is he gonna get here?"
"Three hours, minimum."
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Londinium space station? Or Fueling Station 45? This mean we aren't gonna be able to finish the job, and meet up with Sybil?
French hens! ;)
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(Don't rightly know myself. Orphan and his boys are quite the confused lot, bumbling and such.)
(Yeah, I likes my French hens.)
(Although what would a French rooster be? ;)
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Hey my computer loaded with no stupid "Windows Protection Error" YAY!
*Pain sat on a crate in the cargo bay amd thought to himself*
That went well. I hope Ertia and Zoe are alright.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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