The Independence II - A VFF
POSTED BY: LtShepard
UPDATED: Saturday, May 31, 2008 18:17
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Dash finished her work and went up to the Mess, Lt followed her up and throw two bowls of protein to her and Argo.
Lt: You personal opinion?
Lt throw the pad Dash's way.
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
Abbey: Words have gender in German, Italian, Spanish, etc.
Mobbex: : Yeah
Abbey: English is unisex
Stan: English is bi-sexual.
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Transmission : Alliance Legal & Security services.
Incoming wave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~~~
From: Alliance coms officer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is an Order for the Arrest of persons residing on your vessel. Kkkrrrrrrrrt t Continuing to harbor these miscreants will result in a bounty for this vessel and all crew members.
Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------
Contact an Alliance coms officer and make arrangements for the surrender of these persons and all contraband imediately. Kkkrrrrrrrrt t Your vessal has been identified and taged with, Alliance Legal & Security services.
Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------
Failure to comply with the apprehention of agent Shepard ~-:-`)^%p% will result in imediate 
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The summons Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------
of the present charges Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------ ~-:-`)^%a% |]]|{:"';
will be dispatched to your ship an Alliance coms officer will make contact. ~-:-`)^%n% :':<.$ Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ~-:-`)^%s% ------ reference # 354~-:-`)^%y%99
Alliance coms officer
Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------
Sir my request for a replacement transmitter needs to be up graded. Transmission static is Kkkrrrrrrrrt t ------ uncomprehensible
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*Watching the pad come at me, I move out of the way, before it lands on the ground, and then I pick it up.
LT: "Not even going to ask."
"My opinion is you shouldn't throw things."
LT says half heartedly: "Yeah, my boat... anyway what's your opinion?"
"He talks too much."
LT: "No, not Argo."
"He's a diversion."
Argo: "Hey!"
LT: "The job Dash, I'm asking you about the job."
"And I'm telling you the answer."
*She waits. LT thinks for a moment. Stares at Argo, smiling.
LT: "Hey, that's not half bad."
Argo: "What?"
LT (to Argo): "How would you like to make use of that mouth you've got? I'll even cut you a bigger discount on you first month's rent, if you use it for me."
*To myself
"The Leopard stirs from the shadows..."
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*Jay Is awakened by the incoming transmission and listens to it*
*He quickly finds Lt, dash, and Argo.*
Jay: Cap, we just got a fresh warrant for your arrest.
Lt: Shun-SHENG duh gao-WAHN!
Jay: I think we could finish the Job before we take off.
Argo: If Lt's plan works as well as he seems to think it will.
Jay: What is the plan?
最高的价由最高的获取
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*as leopard is going crazy waiting for a wave, her PorTex finally lights up. She activates it, and enters the command to display message. She sees her good friend Ansell Hraban, tied up to an electric chair and looking worse for wear. She notices a couple of burn marks on his face.*
LF- Ansell! What happened!
AH, speaking with a heavy deutsche accent- I am afraid I got a little bit careless, and managed to get myself captured by the Taggart brothers. You really should have killed them, you know? *gives her a reproachful look*
LF- I know, but I needed that money, they keep their money in the bank, the bastards. And afterwards... I was running. And you're trying to change the subject, damn you. What business are you mixed up in this time?!
AH- The usual... an incredible object, worth lots of money.
LF- So where is it? *gives him a barely noticible wink, designed to tell him she knows that he's being watched*
AH- In all honesty, I do not know; I have not even been able to find so much as a clue.
LF- Curses, Ansell; why did these guys nab you, than?
AH- They think that I know. I tried to tell them, but they will not believe me... *pauses as he bites back a groan*
LF- *mutters a rapid string or profanity*
AH- Hah, Schatzi, do not be like that, the mistake was mine. Besides, I have passwords for Halsey's security system:
My thunder comes before lightning
My lightning comes before the clouds;
My rain dries all the land it touches.
Do not ask questions now! *starts to look lightly worried, which would look convincing to anyone who didn't know him* I must go, before they get back. Abschied!
*the PorTex goes dead*
*LF utters more profanity*
*she races toward the cargo bay, where she knows most of the crew is at*
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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
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Ignore for now.
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(OOC: I got a big block of post I need to work on guys, so no major interfering with me, or the ship or at all.)
98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
Abbey: Words have gender in German, Italian, Spanish, etc.
Mobbex: : Yeah
Abbey: English is unisex
Stan: English is bi-sexual.
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*thinking to himself*
Boros... If I don't find a way off this rock soon I'm going to be suffering the same interrogation nightmares the Alliance had me inflicting on so many so called "guilty" prisoners... "DAMNIT!" How could I be so foolish to believe that one day the tables wouldn't be turned against me!?? And here I am... what the hell have I become??? And for what??? The Alliance... Gorram Alliance... I've been so blind...
*shakes his head in disbelief*
What am I going to do now... this can't be happening... "DAMNIT!" Allright Tax... just pull your head together... think... think man...
*peers his head out from the night shadows so make sure no Alliance patrols will be alerted*
I've got to get rid of these cloths... I've just got to blend in long enough to get a ride outa this madhouse...
*eyes a local house of worship, looks left then right and then walks briskly over to the door with a nervously conspicuous posture*
These shepards got to have some duds I can swipe... they're constantly changing into robes and such...
*rows upon rows of empty pews echo with the sermon of a lonly shepard prostalatising to a ragged man and woman and their child*
I've just got to find my way into this zealots changing room and I'll be set to jet...
*Tax takes a seat in the closest position to what appears to be a door to the Shepards quarters*
I'll just wait till they're all praying with their eyes closed and I'll sprint through that door and out whatever exit I can find back there...
*"And it was so... and it was done... and on the 7th hour of the 7th day..."*
Go go go go go *Tax hits the side door qith a quickness, and just as he expected a clothing rack full of decorative holy robes*
And I didn't want to be conspicuous... damnit go man go... which one which one...
*thumbing through the garments one by one sliding one after another from the left to the righ of the clothing rack*
This is going to have to do...
*Nervously looking around he finds the opening at the bottom of the holy vestment and pulls it over his head*
Holy hell... no doors no doors...
*seeing the Holy Bible sitting on a desk in his frantic search for an escape route he grabs it and tucks it under his arm*
I guess I'm going to need an explaination for this rediculous outfit... there's got to be one in here... I'm just glad we're on the first floor...
*And with his new colorful ensemble flowing down to the floor Tax wiggles his way through the narrow window opening out into the dark ally way*
Now how the hell am I getting out of here... I guess I'll go to the merchant quarter and hunt for a vessel that can use a prayer monger. I'll just use the old "flip through the pages,point and read" method... this should be interesting.
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Lt walked down to the cargo bay.
Lt: *To Himself* Where is this damned thing!
Lt spotted Leopard pushing through the crowd, and when she made it through, her face said all Lt needed to know.
Lt: *To Himself* Goramit girl, not more trouble.
Lf: Look, I might know where this job takes us, but I need your help. Specifically, I need you to help me rescue Ansell.
Lt: I’m not getting in more trouble, Leopard, look at me!
Lt has scars all over him, most of them faded, almost invisible, now, one of the only things they did right was there surgical precision.
Lf grabbed the PorTex and showed Lt, a still frame of Ansell was shown.
Lt: The latest in reaver fashion?
Leopard gave a look that could have killed Lt, and raised her hand to slap him
Lt: I can kill you.
Lf: I'd kill you first.
Lt: Damn assassin.
Lf: Please, Lt.
Lt: I’ll do it, ok? Just it better be damn worth the trouble.
Dash walked into the room.
Dash: She comes out of the shadows when he calls.
Lt: English?
Dash: This is going to go wrong…
Lt: Damnit, I hate being right!
Lt grabbed the PorTex from Leopard.
Lt: Which building?
Leopard pointed to one of the hundreds of building in the market district.
Lf: Here, 41st floor.
Lt: Aww sh
it! Dash, prep the mule.
Dash was obviously puzzled at this, one of the rare occasions the reader mechanic was.
Dash: You don’t kn-
Lt: That’s correct
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Lt walked up to the mess, Jason was bragging to Jayne about his races.
Argo: …I killed the engines, praying that the e-
Lt: Stop bragging Argo, I can’t find Larry, so you have to fly this mission. Jayne, get your stuff, it is time for some thrilling heroics.
Argo: Wh-?
Lt: You want that discount?
Argo: Kay, kay….
Jayne: Yee haw!
Lt: Once your done Jayne, get on the mule, I’ll meet you there.
Jayne scurried off to grab her stuff
Dash: Death…..
Lt: Mule ready? Good. Argo *Lt showed him the building* 41st floor, get us in line to the 45th and keep us flying hard and straight till I say otherwise. I’ll launch the mule into the 41st floor.
Argo: You're nuts!
An Di hobbled into the room.
An Di: He’s not nuts! He’s crazy!
Lt: Well, if I’m going to do something, I do it spectacularly or I don’t do it at all.
Jay: No one has ever done this before.
Lt: That’s why it going to work.
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The Firefly rose into the air, shaking as it started to lift off with an open cargo bay. Warning lights were going off around Argo in the cockpit. Not that Shepard could hear it.
Lt turned his head, Jayne, Leopard and him self were in the mule, its two massive turbines roaring. Leopard was armed to the teeth with shurikens and knives, it was pretty scary actually.
Jayne had all sorts of guns, half of which Lt couldn’t name for the life of him. Lt himself was armed heavily, while no where near to the extent of the other two, sticking with his Grizzly Automatic Rifle and his pistols for the way of weaponry. He double checked to make sure his lock picking equipment was secure to his belt.
Argo: Go, go, go!
Lt: Not yet.
Argo: Now or never!
Lt: Now!
Lt put his foot down and sent the mule flying out of the Independence at an astonishing speed.
Lt: Shit! Were not going to make the 41st floor! Hang on!
Lt pushed down as hard as he good, rocketing into the 38th floor.
The glass sprayed every which way. Dash was going to be pissed. The mule was in pieces. Lt turned around, checking on the other two. Lt was relived, Leopard had only minor cuts and bruises. Jayne wasn’t there.
Lt: JAYNE!
No response.
Lt: JAYYYYYYNNNEEE!
Lt looked out the shattered window. A body was vaguely visible 38 stories below.
Lf: Oh… God…
Lt: No time to think, just move! Mourn later!
Lf: Ansell... right.
Lt: The elevator, let's move before we have another body!
Lf ran
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*thinking*
...I've tortured and interogated so many in the line of duty for the Alliance. The names... the faces... actuality of guilt... as time wore on they all just blended into a mass of indistinguishable forms, and this guy isn't any different... I've been a bad man and from what I've heard about carma... I'm due for some nasty payback, but for right now I helped save his ass, and that's got to be worth something on the carma scale... I hope.
Handing his Bible to LF, Tax reaches down to Jaynes lifeless body and wrestles to get a grip to drag the corpse wherever he was going to be digging a grave.
"You got it mister. So where we going to bury your friend? I'll be glad to do the work, but I could use a hand moving the body."
*Looking at Lt, Tax motions that he could use some help*
Mister... what should I call you anyway.
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