Life (or lack thereof) Onboard Serenity: Moving On From Muir To Lilac
POSTED BY: DRPAIN
UPDATED: Thursday, March 29, 2007 01:30
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Watch the movie it helped with mine.
After some hugs and tears the crew loaded back on theboat and left Haven. Going no where in particular of to find a job maybe. Early one "morning" A wave came in.
"Inara" Mal said shocked.
"Is this um a bad time" the companion replied.
The stiff conversation continued on as the entire crew flocked to the bridge to watch.
"Aw she wants us to come and visit" Kaylee said when she asked for their help. She was quickly shushed by all around.
"You left some things we put them in a box" Mal said over the wave.
"I didn't mean to leave things."
"Well I didn't look threw them" After a akward pause "Kaylee's missin you somethin feirce." A collective groan of dissapointment echo over the crowd. John threw his popcorn at the screen. After a while the captain joined the crew in the bridge.
"Trap?" Zoe asked.
"Trap" Mal replied.
"We goin in" John questioned. Mal nodded
"Wait what about the partwhere it's a trap" Wash asked
"How do we know it's a trap?" Kaylee chimed in "Couldn't it be Inara Just missin you. People have feelin's you know. We're talking here about people."
"I figure you were watchin" Mal asked. The crew nodded. "Trap"
So you know if one of you writes the scene where Mal goes to resue her I want to go with him
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BUMPIZZLE FO' SHIZZLE!!! I was going to post that part, but I forgot the piece of paper that I wrote it down on. I'll post it later this evening though.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Double the bumpiness!
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Post modified to include John.
Seventy miles from the Training House
Serenity flies gracefully over a mountain range, the sun glinting off her big glowing butt, which wasn't so much as glowing since she was in atmo. Mal had just walked onto the Bridge after having a chat with John. The man's reason to come along puzzled Mal, but right now it there wasn't time to question it.
"We're about seventy miles from the Traing House and nobody on radar. If the Alliance is about, they're laying low." replied Wash from the pilot's seat.
"They're about. Find us a home. John and I'll take the shuttle in closer. Zoe, ship is yours." replied Mal before he started to make his way off the Bridge. He stopped, turned to Zoe and said "Remember. If anythin' happens to us, or you don't hear from me within the hour...you take this ship and you come and rescue us."
Zoe leaned on the console near her husband and said, smiling "What? And risk my ship?"
As Mal began to exit, he said "I mean it. It's cold out there. I don't wanna get left and I'm right sure that John don't either."
Mal then left the Bridge and made his way into the Galley where John was waiting. Walking over to the man, Mal asked "You sure you wanna do this?"
Hopefully when Ertia gets back from her vacation, she'll post something for Inara and that lady with amnesia. What was her name again?
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"There's things I need to see down there. I'm seperating from you when we get there, but I'll be back on the shuttle when you leave."
"I'll leave you if you're not back in time"
"I'll be back"
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BUMP
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grumble doublepost grumble
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The shuttle landed with a not so quiet thump. The engines shut off and the door opened, two figures stepping out.
"Well that landing wasn't as graceful as I hoped it would, but at least we landed on solid ground." replied Mal. Turning to John, Mal continued "Remember be back here in a hour's time or else I leave without you. Dong ma?"
Ertia if you're out there, now would be a good time to post something for Inara and that girl with amnesia.
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BIG BADA BUMP! If I had a nickel for every time I had to bump this thread, I'd be rich. 
"Don't worry about me Captain, I'll be fine." replied John, before setting off to do what he was going to do.
"Right." replied Mal, watching the other man go before heading off to do what he was going to do.
Exterior Hall of the Companion Training House
A line of young trainees file by in robes with red shawls pulled over their head, including a trainee who stands a good deal larger than the rest.
Inara's Room - Later
Inara is kneeling in front of a statue of Buddha, lighting a few sticks of incense (or so she says ). The room is sparsely lush and not as opulent as the shuttle she used to entertain clients in, but still beautifuly furnished and draped. A lace curtain hangs in front of the light, casting its pattern in shadow over everything, including the rather large figure in a red shawl, who kneels beside her.
"Dear Buddha, please send me a pony, and a plastic rocket, and a..."
Inara was suprised and shocked and it showed in her voice.
"Mal! What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You invited me." replied Mal.
"I never thought for a second you'd be stupid enough to come!" yelled Inara.
"Well that makes you kind of a tease, doesn't it?" quipped Mal, giving Inara that quirky smile of his.
"You knew my invitation wasn't on the level." replied Inara, lowering her voice just a tad.
"Which led me to the conclusion that you must be in some trouble." replied Mal.
"I'm fine! I'm... giddy." shot back Inara. Why must Mal be such an ass?
"For a woman schooled in tellin' men what they wanna hear, you ain't much of a liar." replied Mal, knowing full well that he was getting underneath Inara's skin.
"Mal, you cannot handle this man." pleaded Inara.
The Operative had been listening in on their conversation and chose that time to enter the room.
"I have to say, I'm impressed that you would come for her yourself. And that you would make it this far in that outfit." replied the Operative, looking at Mal in his getup.
Mal stood up, eyeing the man and said "I can be very graceful when I need to."
"I've no doubt." replied the Operative, cooly.
Mal shed his robe and shawl as Inara kneeled at the altair and picked out another stick of incense.
"What are you doin'?" asked Mal as he watched her.
"I'm praying for you, Mal." responded Inara, not looking at him as she lit the incense.
"That's very thoughtful, but I mean it when I say you're not in any danger." replied the Operative.
"Speak your piece." replied Mal, turning his attention back to the man.
"I think you're beginning to understand how dangerous River Tam is." spoke the Operative to Mal.
"She is a mite unpredictable. Mood swings, of a sort." replied Mal.
Malcolm Reynolds was being cocky and the Operative knew that, but let it pass as he said "It's worse than you know."
"It usually is." replied Mal.
To be continued...
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Sammy's memory was gone, but her common sense, seemingly, had stayed intact.
From behind the heavy tapestry, she watched the interplay between the man who had come- the dark and dangerous one- and Malcolm Reynolds, who's face tugged at her memories, tried to bring them clear again.
They were in danger. More danger than they had ever... no... somehow she knew that they'd been in just as much danger before.
"It's worse than you know."
Yeah. Nothin' like stating the obvious.
"It usually is." Mal's voice, seemingly calm, but betraying his stress.
"That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship."
Gorram it. This was going to go badly. Sammy stepped out from her hiding place, her grin sticking firmly in place, "Well, she wouldn't be the first, would she Cap? Hiya, Captain, good to see you."
"Ertia." Mal didn't look away from the Operative as he greeted her.
She gave him a quick bow and another to the Operative, "Uh, listen, tall and dark, you maybe don't know how we do things, so ummm..." What the hell was she doing? Her heart was pounding, "Let me just say, death, danger, murder... we're no strangers. You got something you want to say, say it."
The Operative's gaze swept over her and then back to Mal, dismissing her, "She's cute. But I have no patience for games, Captain Reynolds. I've seen your war record, I know how you must feel about the Alliance."
"You really don't." Mal's confidence was bolstering, and Sammy slipped past behind him, towards the bed, towards the thick soft pillows, and the heavy marble candlesticks beyond them.
Distracting, buying time...what was Inara doing praying at a time like this? ... Sammy interjected, "Unless of course the Alliance destroyed everything you loved, tortured your people, imprisoned your family, took your entire life and left you to rot in hell..."
She grinned at the Operative again, leaning forward curiously, "Did they?"
"This isn't about me." The Operative's voice was calm, his eyes still on Mal as he addressed her, "Nor is it about you, Kitten."
His deliberate use of her hacker identity silenced her, as he must have known it would. "You can all go on your way. As soon as you let me take River Tam back home."
"I already know you will not see reason."
Mal countered, and Sammy drew back a step, when the quiet words, "Alliance wanted to show me reason they shouldn't have sent an assassin."
Assassin. The Operative froze, turned slowly. He was playing his ace card, Sammy realized. Here was where it was all going to come down.
Locked on to Serenity's pulse beacon? Sammy nearly choked with laughter. She and Kaylee had rigged that beacon themselves! The pulse beacon she'd stolen from the junkyard after they'd blown up that Alliance cruiser...
The pulse beacon she'd stolen. Had she done that? When? Did it matter? Another lost fragment of her broken mind returning... not important
Mal would have thought of that. But then she saw the cold nervousness on Inara's face and met her gaze, shrugging. He WOULD have thought of that? Wouldn't he? The relief when he pulled the beacon from his coat and tossed to the Operative
was palpable.
Sammy couldn't help it. She laughed outloud, even as her fingers closed around the marble candlestick at her back. "Huh. Looks an awful lot like a pulse beacon there."
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