the shiny NEW take turns writing
POSTED BY: ebonezer
UPDATED: Sunday, November 14, 2004 03:18
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Soul sighed. He had hoped that he would never have to relive that night again. "I had you in my sights, but you saw me, right before I pulled the trigger. I just couldn't do it." He shook his head. "I have killed so many people that if I put a knotch on this gun" - he held up the rifle - "for every person I've killed, I would be holding an handful of toothpicks and lead. Some of them deserved it..." he paused, guilt racking his mind as it had for years, "some didn't."
Manti looked at him. "And me?" he asked. "Why didn't you pull the trigger?"
Soul lifted his head and stared at the curved celing. "My son was born two weeks earlier. For the first time in my life, I helped bring someone into this world, instead of helping to send them into the next." He lowered his head, staring at Manti. "I read your profile, studied everything the Alliance knew about you. You didn't desereve to die."
Manti seemed to consider that. "Then why didn't someone else come later to finish the job?"
Then Soul smiled. "As far as the Alliance knows, I killed you that night." He grinned wider. "As far as the Alliance knows, you don't even exist anymore."
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But if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.
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Glico stepped out of her fighter, quiet as night. She listened for a second then, hearing footsteps down below she walked carefully to the the crew's quarters, and fell into step behind the party escourting little Richy to a bunk. The element of surpise is sometimes the deciding factor between life and death.
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Mantichorus lay down on his bunk, pondering on what Soul had told him.
With a sigh, he pulled out the encyclopaedia. Wilkins had said 'back to Ixion', but they had taken off of Dyton colony.
"Information on Ixion- visual only." He murmured at the encyclopaedia. He'd learnt through bitter experience that the encyclopaedia's audio stream could alert half a pub to your presence. God only knew how well it would carry on a firefly. Let's see...
The jist of the information was that Ixion was the last port of call for ships before they went into mass production.
Mantichorus pulled himself off his bed, and went towards the bridge.
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Ebo frowned at the manual. How the hell was she supposed to set this clock?
"Ebo?"
"Wah!" Ebo threw the manual in the air in surprise. It landed on Mantichorus' head. "How'd you do that?!" Ebo asked. "I didn't hear you come in."
Mantichorus removed the manual from his head. "Practice." He paused. "How long until we reach Ballard?"
"Ballard? Oh, yes, Ballard! Right!" Ebo replied. "...A while. Why?"
"The sooner we get Wilkins off the ship the better, in my opinion." Mantichorus sighed wearily. "I'm gettin' a bad feelin'..."
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"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." -Elie Wiesel, quoted in US News World Report.
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OOC:
Where's everyone? Whose responsibility is it to say, that we've arrived? Maybe I'm just being impatient, but I haven't seen anyone post for a while.
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OOC: Someone else (Manti?) is gonna have to deal with Soul for a week. I have a honeymoon to go on tonight!! See you all in a week!
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But if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.
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(best kaylee voice) Have good sex!
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OOC: Wow, we all decided to take some time off at once, thats interesting. (I was fasting from the interent, thought i'd get some work done, though, in truth, i just found otherways to procrastinate). Oh, and in answer to your question glico, anyone can say where there whenever we get there. Its a kind of go with the flow thing, ya know?
I would update and pick up the story again, but i'm getting kicked off the computer.
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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OOC: Ok, new computer. Got the interent back. Typin away now.
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Ebo jumped up from the chair and trotted down the from the bridge and into the kitchen, finding it empty, everyone else was asleep. She flipped through her various protein choises, brown, brown with wierd green things stuck in it, yellow, and yellow-brown, before settling on light brown with black things stuck in it. She liked to pretend it was choclate (chochlate? God, i have no idea how to spell that.).
On returning to the bridge, protein in hand, she dropped into her seat and radioed ahead to Ballard, port of Begren. "This is Firefly class Sidere, requestiong permission to dock. Over."
After a moment a crackled response came back to her.
"Sidere this is the Begren port authority, whats your ETA?"
"About one hour, fifteen minutes. Give or take."
"Permission to dock at bay 3, dock code EW3KR5."
"Thanks guys," before closing the connection she asked, "Hey, what time is it there?"
"About 17:00 hours."
"Thanks."
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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Glico was sitting at the kitchen table, sharpening a prized knife. She set it down, and proceeded to the next weapon, a long 12 gauge rifle. She took it completely apart, but her hands kept going back to the knife. Alliance always crept her out like that. She turned resolutely toward the 12 gauge, and took out all the moving parts. The canister-barrel assemby got dunked in rubbing alcohol, and wire-brushed. She set it to dry, and turned to the next weapon when an alarm sounded.
Glico grabbed all the weapons lying on the table, and slowly, alertly strapped them on. Then, checking every blind corner, ran up to the bridge where Ebo was sitting up, a ship's manual thrown off in a corner. She was looking around, trying to determine the source of the sound. Glico walked up calmly, and pushed a few buttons. A display appeared:
PROXIMITY ALERT, ALLIANCE VESSEL: ROMANUS 20KM AND CLOSING
"They'll be looking for their boy. Try to act real civil" Glico said before turning to the comm.
"Teela, we could use you on the bridge"
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A groggy Teela appeared in the doorway, "Are we there yet?"
"Almost," Ebo said.
"But we ran into aliance," Glico added.
"Again?" Teela sighed and ploped into the co-pilots chair, "What do they want?"
"I dunno," Ebo mumbled, "It doesn't make much sense to me. Did he desert or something? How come the Aliance's henchmen came way out here to get him?"
"Have they hailed us yet?" Teela asked.
"No, not-" Ebo was inturupted mid-sentence by a beeping, "Yes, yes they have. You wanna talk to them or should I?"
"You do it, I'm not awake enough for this yet."
"Roger," she brought the screen up.
"This is Aliance Transport Ship Scapino hailing Firefly class, please respond," a tough looking Alaince thug said.
"Scapino this is Firefly Class Sidere. What can we help you with," Ebo said.
"You are transporting something of ours. We'd like it back."
"What would that be?" after thinking a moment she threw in a "Sir."
"A large crate you obtained at your last stop. Its ours. We want it back."
"A large - oh. That. Uh...lemme just check with the captain, uh, sir."
Ebo put a hand over the camera, and turned to face an angry looking Teela.
"Ebo, what's in that crate," Teela whispered, careful not to let the mic pick up her voice.
Ebo shurgged, "Beats me. Jerry never said what."
Teela sighed, "Best give it back then."
"Have you been paid for it yet?"
"No, it was-" Teela face fell, "Pay on delivery. Shit. We need the money for fuel."
"Is there a problem?" The Aliance thug asked. Ebo took her hand off the camera, "Just haven some trouble finding the crate is all," she smiled.
"Its a big crate, shouldn't be too hard to find."
"And your talking to me is not helping. Now gimme another minute," Ebo covered the camera again.
"What do you wanna do?"
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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