RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15

POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagol
UPDATED: Monday, May 3, 2004 06:49
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OOC: Whoa, Decoy, you went to town with lunch... if it's all the same to you, I'm going to continue writing one piece at a time. I'll keep the interaction bewteen Damon, Zoe and Wash minimal to stay consistent.

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM

Quote:

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(Wash and Zoe looks at each other knowingly, as Zoe goes and gets one to show Damon.)

(Wash to Damon): "She had to show me before too… I can fly a ship, but if I’m caught in the galley by myself again, Mal’s promised to space me. Let’s eat."

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Damon takes the measuring cup from Zoe and fills it with water at the sink. He dumps it into the pot and turns on the stove. After following the rest of the instructions and waiting for the food to cook, he spoons it onto a plate. He grabs a beer from the fridge on the way to the table and sits down.

Zoe and Wash join him after a few minutes, making a few negative comments about the food. But Damon has no complaints, he enjoys every bite of it.

It doesn't take long for him to forget that Zoe and Wash are even there. His thoughts wander off to New Hokkaido and what still needs to be done before he gets there. Would probably be best to ask the captain about that. Wash mentioned something about the port burner but ultimately, Mal's the one with the money.

Finished with his plate, he gets up for more.


I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

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MERZ move

TIME 12:43 AMT

LOCATION - CARGO BAY or CATWALKS


JAYNE
"Hey there! You might wanna take a bow an' scoot for a while so's I can get to work down here. Miss, uh..., miss."

MERZ declines to answer him, or even acknowledge she has heard him speak. She moves off to the opposite side of the cargo bay, as far from his location as there is space for. As JAYNE works in the cargo space, wherever he moves she remains at the furthest place from him, seemingly oblivious to his existence.

At the top of the hour, her internal clock goes off, and MERZ drifts from the fighting kata into pure acrobatics. Finding the floor space to be somewhat confining she stops momentarily to remove the heavy boots she has been wearing and the socks beneath.

Carrying her footwear with the socks tucked inside and the laces tied together, MERZ pads over to the nearest set of stairs to the catwalks and springs lightly onto the handrail. She dances up the railing and drops her shoes across the rail at the top, out of anyone’s way and then drops softly to the catwalk.

MERZ returns to her acrobatics around and around the upper level, remaining always opposite JAYNE’s location below.

TIME tick 13:00 AMT and continuing.

EOM


If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:50 PM

Jayne puts his back into a few heavy moves and secures the loads to the wall. He's sure Rowan has found something else to do by now, but that other woman is still sneaking around the cargo hold.

Jayne casually makes his way to the control console near the airlock. He glances around. It's all clear apart from the dancing lady, and she's at the opposite end of the bay. Jayne leans into the controls and pushes the comm button for Inara's shuttle.

JAYNE
Whispering
"'Nara. 'Nara, you there? Answer me if yer still alive."

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LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE TO CARGO BAY
As ...

Inara finishes stowing away her makeup cases, removes the cups and saucers to their rightful places, and glances in the mirror hanging beside the shuttle door. Smiling at her own reflection, Inara tidies up her hair and wipes a bit of powder from the bridge of her nose with a smirk. She leaves her shuttle intent on a bit of food from the galley.

Gently closing the door behind her, Inara simultaneously hears Jayne's words from the comm behind her, and in the cavernous bay below her.

"'Nara. 'Nara, you there? Answer me if yer still alive."

Inara steps lightly along the catwalk and peeks down to see Jayne huddled in front of the intercomm, clutching it's sides as if he weren't only speaking to her, but straining to reach and touch her.

He says again, a bit more forcefully-- "'Nara. 'Nara, you there?"

Inara steps quietly onto the cargo bay floor, and walks slowly over to the airlock controls, her soft slippers making barely a sound. Engrossed as he is with the intercomm, Jayne doesn't hear her footfalls.

"I'm here, Jayne.." she says softly from just behind his left ear

**awaiting Jayne's response**


ooc:
I'm back, dearies....and trying to catch up!! forgive my cruddy posts at first ;P

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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OOC: since a lot of us operative types are working out, guess I should too.

Slights move:
Slight finishes the cig, putting it out against his hand. With one hand, he launches over the railing. He lands silently. Standing up, he pulls off the trenchcoat. The armor explodes off of him, as he lowers his head, closing his eyes and cocking his elbows. His fists are clenched at his hips, as he breathes deeply. The armor forms several balls and disks. The disks are razor sharp-if they were instructed to, they could slice through the bulkhead and suck 'em all into the Void. The balls are the weight and solidity of lead, capable of smashing skulls.
Childsplay.
Two razors launch first, almost silent.
Slight twists to the side and falls to one knee, using his wrists to deflect both. Three balls now rush at him, as he backflips over them. four blades are twirling towards him even as he lands, and drops to his stomach. The first two blades now rush at him, as he does a push up into the air and locks them down with his feet. As programmed, they remain there, until the next session. In response, the nanytes combine tactics, two weights dropping down from above as blades arch towards him in a scissor pattern. He twirls, cating the wieghts by dropping his arm and absorbing the shock by swinging his arms down with the force as the bades miss him by inches. He programs the weights into gloves, and catches the last four in his fists.
The first session is over.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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"A terrible display, Agent Slight. Such pointless bloodshed." The Power was enjoying his title, obviously.
Slight raised his eyebrow. "I snapped the kids neck, Tenth Power. There wasn't any blood."
The Power sneered. Definetly new, so low on the chain, and unaware of who Slight was exactly. "You cut yourself on the environment in the middle of the ritual, Agent. And show respect for your superior, or else-"
Slight was done playing. "Or else what, Power?" he whispered in a deadly tone.
He leaned forward, staring into the mans eyes with his red gaze. Show them your strength.
The man couldn't even resist a flinch. Sad. "Let me guess, Tenth Power. Son of another power, probably Seventh or Eighth. No faith structuring, since you would never think of betraying the Sun."
The Power gulped, scratching at his blue gloves a little.
"Nor any fieldwork. You ever seen a Blue Sun Power at work? They are surgical in what they do. No unnecessary words, no actions unintentional. They are machines. You will never see the outside of this building again acting like a spoiled child. Your pee goo will remain where it is. Behind this desk, and give agents a pat on the back and their ritual talismans." The Blue Sun didn't give medals. Counterproductive, gave them pride. But give them rights, such as a talisman for women or men, depending on the case, and they will beg. "But if you give them real trouble over nothing, such as getting clipped by a innercity train on their way out? Then you will become a zealot. Faith restructuring daily, Blackout drugs will be implanted into your skin. You will become the training toys of this place. Any idea how many zealots I have killed, just to get here? Imagine being the plaything of a Nemesis."
The Powers lip was trembling. Now he is scared.
The First Power slid in. "That is enough, Brink Helsing. Return to your quarters."
"Yes, sir." Slight makes sure to smirk at the Power as he leaves. Then he has a thought. "Sir, may I inform this man of my heritage?"
Harold Helsing shrugged. "Why not. May teach him the lesson further than you already have."
The mans eyes might leave his skull at any moment. Slight smiles. "I am the son of the Blue Sun. I am the child of Harold Helsing."
As the door shuts behind him, he can hear the mans scream.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM

Damon finishes the last of his meal and stacks his dishes in the sink. Time to have another talk with the captain.

He asks Zoe and Wash as they decend into their bunk where he would find Mal and is directed to his bunk not far away. Standing near the entrence, he turns on the com to Mal's room.

He hesitates for a moment, still not really sure how he should address him or what to say.

"Uh, cap'n, could I speak to you?"

END LOCATION - FORWARD HALL

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:52 PM

INARA
"I'm here, Jayne.." she says softly from just behind his left ear

Jayne reels about in surprise, falling backward onto the three-foot high comm console and grabbing at it for support.

JAYNE
Yelping in surprise, but immediately catching himself and carrying on as normal
"Aaahh thought you was in yer shuttle."

Jayne's voice echoes throughout the cargo bay unnaturally. His face is pale and shocked, but that changes rapidly to a pained look as he realizes the comm is on. He steadies himself and turns to look down at the panel behind him. A dim green shimmers next to the label, "broadcast all". Jayne switches the comm off and turns back to Inara, his eyes closed and his mouth silently cursing. He gathers himself and speaks quietly to her.

JAYNE
"That girl Rowan was up in your shuttle. You know 'bout that?"

INARA
"Well, yes, I was there with her, why..."

JAYNE
"An' yer alright?" Jayne looks confused, his brow furrowed. Well, if Rowan wasn't there to kill Inara, maybe she was pushing her for information. "Was she askin' 'bout stuff? About Mal, or the ship? Maybe ya talked in yer sleep?"

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DireKtor Emphasis
12:52 PM AMT

Over the intercom through every speaker on Serenity, rebounding and echoing throughout the ship: Jayne's voice - distorted yelp then a too loud exclamation.

Jayne
"Aaahh thought you was in yer shuttle."

EODE
Quicky DireKtor post - will fix format and spelling later - gotta run!

OOC
Now edited... does this type of post work as intended? Now ya just gotta figger out my intentions!

"Observe Analyze & Respond"
Motto of the A.P.E.s
Alliance Protean Engineers

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