RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 14
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Saturday, April 24, 2004 00:52
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ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION: BRIDGE
Quote:
KAYLEE: "Sure thing. I'll git right on it. That was a helluva Crazy Ivan yesterday, Wash. Ya know how ta take good care o' meh girl. But if ya break her at some point, Zoe'll be mournin' certain body parts."
Grinning, KAYLEE turns to leave as ZOE enters with 2 cups of coffee. "Oh, hey, ZOE...".
WASH glances at ZOE as she enters the bridge.
WASH: "Did you hear that reckless threat? our marital bliss would take a terrible toll."
ZOE chuckles as KAYLEE leaves the bridge, then walks over to WASH and hands him a cup of coffee, made up just the way he likes it. Leaning lazily against her favorite corner of the console, back to the windows, she smiles broadly as she raises her cup.
ZOE: "Well, then, I suggest you don't go breakin' her ship, husband."
As the steam rising off the coffee reaches her nose, ZOE breathes in the aroma... and jerks her head back in surprise.
ZOE: "What the..."
ZOE carefully raises the cup and takes a small sip, then puckers her lips in an expression of distaste. Then she reaches over and takes WASH's cup out of his hands.
WASH: "Hon, why...?"
ZOE: "Stronger'n battery acid, dear. I'll go make some fresh and bring you some o' that - I don't think either of us could handle another sleep-deprived trip into the Black."
Grinning fondly at her husband, ZOE levers away from the console and heads back to the galley, cups in hands.
End Move.
OOC: Whew! I'm glad I read Merz's note about the coffee! Can you imagine Wash on stims???
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
I'm looking for two good seat straps for the bridge chairs. I figure we should go ahead and sort them all into groups as we go.
MERZ settles on the other side of the box and takes a deep drink of coffee before joining him in searching and sorting.
"If you do not mind a suggestion, lets find four matching. Seat belts are not going to be of much help during maneuvers. A 4-point harness will be safer. Crossed belts is as close as we can come."
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by MercedesTroy:
"If you do not mind a suggestion, lets find four matching. Seat belts are not going to be of much help during maneuvers. A 4-point harness will be safer. Crossed belts is as close as we can come."
"Not sure whether we'll find two matching harnesses, but using two 4-points probably isn't a bad idea."
He finally manages to loosen the rest of his knot and begins pulling out the individual straps and putting them into piles.
"Did you guys get as banged up on the bridge as we did in here?"
Damon listens as Merz gives a short summary of what happen. He's impressed by the way the crew seemed to handle the situation and by how well they could do their jobs.
"Well, I'm glad we have such good commanders, pilots and gunners on board. Don't think anyone would have been very happy if we had been boarded. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
Location: His Room and thereabouts.
Book leaves his room in search of River again. Maybe I should have stayed with her while she used the memory stick. I suppose I thought of it as a private thing.
He has decided who he will give the memory stick to next. Book goes to River's room and peers in the open door. Empty. As was the common area when he passed by. Where is she?
EM
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Don't think anyone would have been very happy if we had been boarded. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
aahhhh. it never bloody ends
MERZ pulls a knot of strapping into her lap, and shakes her head while starting to unravel it. “I think we all would have handled being boarded well enough, there were not that many pursuers this time. You are right, Serenity has a good crew and you and I are lucky to have fallen in with such good companions. As I mentioned before, *petit frère, I have been in the military. There is really no need to be more specific than that; I had a difference of opinion with the powers-that-be. They taught me to shoot, among other things.”
Pause
“I did not mean to step on your toes – Captain asked me to man the cannon. Otherwise you would have done it, and probably as well. No hard feelings I hope?”
She pulls two straps out of the mess in her lap, and starts separate piles on the table.
“Now, I have a question for you. I would have spent some time sighting that cannon by the tried and true method of firing at a target, and adjusting until it was right. How did you do that? If I knew your method, it could save me much time in the future.”
EOM
*petit frère = little brother (French)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE
Inara is lost in her own thoughts as she applies brush and color to Rowan's face. Her mind wanders back to the Academy...to a face not dissimilar to Rowans....
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"There now....you're a vision!" Aislin chuckles and settles onto her heels, placing her pot of rouge and blending brush to the side. The older woman holds up a mirror for Inara to take. Inara lets out a peal of girlish laughter when she sees her own face in the mirror. Her hair is pulled into a multitude of tiny tails around her face, to hold the strands away from Aislin's work.
Aislin and Inara are on the floor of Aislin's private quarters surrounded by cases of makeup and brushes...the soft tapestries on the wall absorb the sound of Inara's mirth. There are dozens of soft cushions on the floor, Inara and Aislin perched in the middle--islands of flesh in a sea of red brocade and white satin.
"--hahaha-- silly!" Aislin scolds, pulling the barretes from Inara's wavy hair and rearranging the curls.
She is transformed...the young woman who entered Aislin's room for an impromptu makeup lesson has gone, in her stead is a grown Companion...dark eyes stare back at Inara, rimmed with khol and shining with a dark mystery that frightens her a little.
Inara glances up at Aislin, who smiles sadly back...it's strange isn't it? What these dyes and powders can do...." Inara nods mutely, memorizing the mask of a Companion.
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Inara sits back and amires her handiwork--Rowan's face is now almost unrecognizable, it is now the face of a very young woman...though she had no contacts to cover Rowan's jade eyes, Inara did her best to detract from their color with clever masking.
Rowan's once-full lips are now concealed and drawn in thin...the tilt to her asian eyes disguised by expert use of a lining pencil, and her lashes lengthened to shadow her eye color...her skin has taken on a pinker cast, and a smattering of freckles covers her nose. Inara has clipped false earrings to Rowan's upper ears, and rearranged her long dark hair.
Appraising her work with the end of a blending brush pressed to her lips, Inara sighs.
This is all that I can do with what I have, Rowan...unless I cut and color your hair. Inara winces at the thought, tucking a silky strand behind Rowan's ear.
OOC got some time, I'll delete it if you have something else in mind, Rowan
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by MercedesTroy:
“I think we all would have handled being boarded well enough, there were not that many pursuers this time. You are right, Serenity has a good crew and you and I are lucky to have fallen in with such good companions. As I mentioned before, *petit frère, I have been in the military. There is really no need to be more specific than that; I had a difference of opinion with the powers-that-be. They taught me to shoot, among other things.”
Pause
“I did not mean to step on your toes – Captain asked me to man the cannon. Otherwise you would have done it, and probably as well. No hard feelings I hope?”
Damon picks up another bundle of straps.
"Actually, I don't have much experience with shooting those things, I just put 'em together and take 'em apart."
Quote:
“Now, I have a question for you. I would have spent some time sighting that cannon by the tried and true method of firing at a target, and adjusting until it was right. How did you do that? If I knew your method, it could save me much time in the future.”
Damon can't help smiling. He takes a moment to consider his response, chosing his words carefully.
"I worked at one of the fatories that made those things. I had my own issues with the powers-that-be and decided to pull a prank. Each of those cannons has a targeting system designed to be 100% accurate, but I got my hands on the modules and changed the default setting to throw off the readings. That's why most of those models are off by 15 to 25 degrees.
"So to answer your question, I simply accessed the targeting system and set the default back to the original setting. Most people can't fix it that way because they assume that the default is correct, and even if they do figure out that the default is wrong, they'll only be able to fix it if they know the original setting."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Wash blinks as he turns back to the ship. Now terribly paranoid, he checks one last time. Should arrive in New Hokkaido in a day.
Slight's move:
Slight closes his eyes. He answers quietly.
"I am."
He remembered the joke of fear. "He's the Blue Son."
There's a moment of tense silence. "What the gorram hell are you doing here." Candy says in icy tones.
Slight explains quietly. "I left the Sun. One day, I was ordered to rape a girl. I'd been dry for seven days." Although his eyes are still closed, Candy nods. His eyes have shifted into a hunter mode of heat-sight. She knows what sort of things the younger soldiers were ordered to do. The Sun recognized the sexual drives of humans, and ordered a sexual performance once every three days. These were eventually regarded as a family ritual, a habit. But when you were ordered to go "dry," to not have any sex for eight days, you knew you were going to have sex with a norm. Raped, or inviting the act-either way, you would get laid.
"I. . .I saw my soul that day." He opens his eyes to see Candy tilt her head in confusion. His eyes return to normal. "The woman was somehow sensitive enough to help. She was able to read enough to break open the firewalls in place. I saw the energies inside everyone."
Candy sits down, unable to blink. "But when I looked at the zealot guarding, I saw nothing. Like a candle that wasn't lit. So I left. I started to break some of us free, started to help those inside out. I broke some of the operatives free first.
"Most went their way. A couple-new op's, barely a week into the world-told me about an Academy, some sort of school. Only they were playing with the brains of the 'students.' When I got there, security was considerably tighter. Apparently, one of the students had been broken out by some radical terrorist group. I was taking the schematics for the building when two zealots attacked. They used the Blackout drugs."
Neither he nor Candy felt like discussing the Blackouts. It was used on true believers because they were the only ones able to focus on the mission once injested. Simple put, it activated your andrenaline, boosted the serotonin, and just about shut down your concious mind. You became an unstoppable machine with only one thought-if it moves, kill it. Even if you blew the legs off someone in Blackout, they would crawl to you faster than you could run, and try to gnaw off your head.
"I got one of them, but the other was too fast. He knocked me out the window. I hit the ground from about eight stories. The zealot broke his neck on his way down. I was in no condition to fight," Slight remember the doctor telling him almost every bone had been broken, "and so I moved out to the borders, and tracked down the girl who broke out."
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
I worked at one of the factories that made those things. I had my own issues with the powers-that-be and decided to pull a prank. Each of those cannons has a targeting system designed to be 100% accurate, but I got my hands on the modules and changed the default setting to throw off the readings. That's why most of those models are off by 15 to 25 degrees . . . .
look at that smile; he is proud of himself
MERZ just looked at DAMON for a second, then emptied her mug and shook her head.
“Interesting. Let me give you something to think about. Blowing up a factory hurts the powers-that-be and those-who-lead. Sabotaging a gun sight mostly kills grunts. Sometimes checking the equipment has to wait. So you have someone missing the target and getting blown up for it. Hitting a friendly by accident. Grunts who may be no more responsible for, or pleased by where they are and what they are doing than you were. I know. I have been there.”
MERZ scrubbed at her eyes. “And I cannot even take you to task for it – you believed you were standing up for yourself; and I have been assigned to enough shadow OPPS to be just as guilty of the same wretched actions. Just one more reason why I am here and not . . . elsewhere.”
“I can remember a lot of years. The more I see of this world that I am in now, the more I realize I have lived a entire lifetime and accomplished nothing of which I can be proud.” Pause “Except perhaps yesterday. To defend these good people from – anything is the most worthy thing I have done in my life to date.” MERZ tilts her head and looks at DAMON. “Should I be depressed by this?”
She dumped more loose straps into the piles and picked up her empty mug. “Want some coffee?”
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by MercedesTroy:
“Interesting. Let me give you something to think about. Blowing up a factory hurts the powers-that-be and those-who-lead. Sabotaging a gun sight mostly kills grunts. Sometimes checking the equipment has to wait. So you have someone missing the target and getting blown up for it. Hitting a friendly by accident. Grunts who may be no more responsible for, or pleased by where they are and what they are doing than you were. I know. I have been there.”
MERZ scrubbed at her eyes. “And I cannot even take you to task for it – you believed you were standing up for yourself; and I have been assigned to enough shadow OPPS to be just as guilty of the same wretched actions. Just one more reason why I am here and not . . . elsewhere.”
Damon gives her an even look. He doesn't need to think about his responce.
"The soldiers who were going to use those weapons were Alliance and the more of their grunts and friendlies who died because of my faulty equipment the better. I don't know what wretched things you think you've done, but I've seen my share of wretched actions, and sabotaging enemy equipment isn't one of them."
There is a moment of silence before Merz speaks again.
Quote:
“I can remember a lot of years. The more I see of this world that I am in now, the more I realize I have lived a entire lifetime and accomplished nothing of which I can be proud.” Pause “Except perhaps yesterday. To defend these good people from – anything is the most worthy thing I have done in my life to date.” MERZ tilts her head and looks at DAMON. “Should I be depressed by this?”
Damon is quiet for a long moment, thinking of his own life and how little he has accomplished in it.
"Sometimes one accomplishment is worth everything," he says softly, not looking up. "You may not accomplish much, but you should be proud of everything you can manage."
Quote:
She dumped more loose straps into the piles and picked up her empty mug. “Want some coffee?”
Damon nods.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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