Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros by TheRealMe

In the Eagle, flying rapidly toward the Sereni-Tree and the two Alliance Cruisers:

TheRealMe smiles as he explains to Jadehand and Monkeytail. “See, I got this shuttle going at a rather tremendous velocity, vectored directly at the nearer Alliance cruiser. By releasing the passenger module, it will continue on this course and impart a rather impressive amount of impact energy when it strikes. By changing the course of the rest of this craft, I can cause it to do the same to the farther cruiser. With any luck, both will be destroyed, or at least disabled.”

Jadehand stares oddly at TheRealMe. “But what will happen to US?”

“Not a problem, Jade, for you see…”

Monkeytail interrupts, pointing at the far cruiser. “Look!”

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Seryn wrote:
Soundlessly, fire in a hundred different colours erupts along seamlines in the cruiser, spreading out and then receading just as quickly, towers collapse and the bulk of the ship seems to implode. More explosions burst along its bulk, shaking the ship apart, on and on until there is nothing left but a million little pieces, sparkiling and glittering as they spread out from the point in space that the Tripoli used to occupy.

For a short time, all three stare in wonder at the fireworks.

“Huh. Well, that somewhat simplifies the plan.” TheRealMe adjusts the course of the rest of the Eagle to also impact the nearer cruiser, the Killgore. “Our passenger module will likely take out the bridge. Let’s see if WE can hit the engines.”

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 3:40 AM

In the Common Room of the Sereni-Tree:

A spot of light appears in the Common Room. It expands, to become a ring of fire around a dark void, perhaps the height of a person. Out of this hole in reality step Jadehand, Monkeytail, and TheRealMe. They drop their packs and other equipment. TheRealMe quickly turns and closes his dimensional portal.

“Well! It’s good to be home!”

He finally takes a look around the devastated Common Room, piled high with broken furnishings and bloody bodies, many human, some yeti.

“Ugh!”

But there are still some defenders standing firm, among them Soul, Kelly, some yeti, Trey, an unfamiliar cyborg, and…

“Washie!”

TheRealMe heads toward ItsAWash, but is intercepted by an exhuberant and affectionate Nugget the Meteor Troll!

TheRealMe sputters as Nugget's long scaly tongue licks his face.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 3:42 AM

In space around the Sereni-Tree:

Soon after the explosion of the Tripoli, the Killgore is struck by two rapidly-moving objects, objects too massive for the Killgore’s big guns and complement of defensive fighters to deal with. The first strike vaporizes the cruiser’s main bridge. The second causes damage to one of its engines. The great ship seems to drift listlessly for a time, but then re-orients itself and begins to widen the space between it and the Sereni-Tree. Soon, it is obvious that the Killgore is attempting to withdraw, limping away under the cover of its fighters.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 3:50 AM

CALLMESERENITY

Ooh Green!

*With a triumphant gleam in her eye, Serenity places down her next card: a green Skip.*

Your turn again, Mai!

"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 4:28 AM

SAFEAT2ND

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In Safe’s ISSCV craft:
Bride7’s complaints trail off when she notices the girl peeking in on the cockpit. Surprised, Bride7 locks eyes with her for a moment, and then sighs. “Oh, this is getting better and better! SAFE! We got us a stow-away!”

"What??" Safe turns and looks back into the passenger compartment. "Well buckle her in, we'll sort it out later"

"Ummm... Safe.."

Safe looks back at Citizen to see him pointing out the pilot's side window, mouth gape.

Safe straightens in his seat and follows Citizens gaze. The Alliance Cruiser Tripoli was coming apart at the seams, and they were too close.

"Sheeit!! Hang ON!!"

Safe cranks the controls to the side and jams the engine to full. They weren't going to make it.

The shock wave tosses the ISSCV like a bit of flotsam on a wave. The ships thick metal plating groans but holds.

"WhaaHooo!" Safe grins as he regains control. He slaps Citizen on the back. "How's that for mititary technology!"

Citizen grins weakly "Ya... great.. just great"

Safe angles the ISSCV for the Tree.

"Captain Seth Franklin, call sign Safe, to the Sereni-Tree, come in please."

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 5:08 AM

During the rough flight, Bride6 lunges forward with her good hand and grabs hold of the girl to try to keep her safe.

From the craft's aft, Bride7 gets banged around and resumes cursing.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 5:10 AM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In the Common Room of the Sereni-Tree:

A spot of light appears in the Common Room. It expands, to become a ring of fire around a dark void, perhaps the height of a person. Out of this hole in reality step Jadehand, Monkeytail, and TheRealMe. They drop their packs and other equipment. TheRealMe quickly turns and closes his dimensional portal.

“Well! It’s good to be home!”

He finally takes a look around the devastated Common Room, piled high with broken furnishings and bloody bodies, many human, some yeti.

“Ugh!”

But there are still some defenders standing firm, among them Soul, Trey, an unfamiliar cyborg, and…

“Washie!”

TheRealMe heads toward ItsAWash, but is intercepted by an exhuberant and affectionate Nugget the Meteor Troll!

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*Her head whips around to follow the sound of her name in a familiar voice, a big grin on her face as she turns toward him. Washie is just in time to see TRM enfolded in a large friendly Troll-hug-and-kiss more like what Fessig might perpetrate on Inigo rather than Wesley with Buttercup. No kissies drop to the deck as a result, so she figures no amour there, thank Buddha, also no need for her to send a 'Hands...errr...mouth OFFA the man' message to Nugget.

All dressed up with power to spare and nowhere to fling it, Washie manages to bleed off almost half of what she's gathered to her, Riverclone helping disperse and reorganize Washie at a cellular level more approaching what's normal for her. 'Chakra tuning'll be needed after this day's work', she sighs, assured by Riverclone that last time wasn't NOTHING compared to what it'll be like with HER helping out with chakra adjustment.

Washie takes a few paces toward TheRealHim on that thought, patiently waiting her turn, if not for a hug, then a mere touch of her hand along the side of his face to assure herself he's the real him and not a shade like River.

"Good to see ya," she says, catching his eye and smiling as soon as he's free of trollish glee. "You good?"

Wiping a spot of drool off his nose and brushing at more of it on his uniform, TRM sighs and catches Washie's hand in his as it strokes his face. He laughs and kisses her palm, "Took names, no prisoners, effected some mayhem out on the raggedy edge. We're all good. Won't be long now until all there is is clean-up."

He looks about, taking a first officer's thorough assesment of damage done, allies lost or missing, as best he can, at least, in the spotty lighting and massed blood and gore conditions the common room finds itself.

"Heard from you while I was on the Eagle. ESP and TK are phasing off you like steam from a tea kettle, and are those small blue wings down there on your heels?"

Shrugging and nodding, Washie replies, "My cabin roommate's partially responsible for the powers. The wings just kinda (sorta) 'became.' Wish I could tell ya more."

"Later," TRM says, "Time to get a full damage assessment and figure out if we're in the clear now."

TRM feels the deck shiver under him and follows the sensation to a hulking behemoth of metal and man currently taking two steps closer to Washie's side. The cyborg recognizes a command uniform when he sees it and extends a threatening hand toward him. "McQ, this is TheRealMe, Serenitree's First Officer I was tellin' you about earlier. TRM? McQ, late of the Gorram Feds, now friend of the 'Tree."

TRM's gaze starts at the thing's huge feet and travels up and up to the bare chin and mouth to the helmet that covers his (its?) head. "Buy you a drink later, McQ, I'll want to hear your story. For now, let's see what's what. There's business to be done and we'll all be hard at it."

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 5:32 AM

*JadeHand steps out of TRM's portal, back into the common room of the Tree. He gazes around at the destruction. Slowly he peals the tag off his chest and his body struggles to become his own again as he stumbles towards the bar.*

"Where's Seryn? Is she ok? Has anyone heard from her?"

Trey places a drink in front off him and slowly shakes her head. "Nothing yet."

*JadeHand grabs the side of head with his left hand and winces at the screams inside. Voices he recognizes, that are not his own, speak to him. He trys quickly do drown them out with the pint in front of him. But the multiple shifts in such a short time have left him exhausted. He slips slowly to the floor, comatose.*

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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 5:36 AM

CALLMEATH

*In the engine room of the Kilgore, now the makeshift bridge, acting captian Commander Matsuoka surveys the damage reports. It is only do to the heroic efforts of the Kilgore's crew that the cruiser is still intact. Even so, fires still run rampant through a portion of the ship, and over half the crew is lost.*

"Ensign Callaway, open a channel to all batteries. Tell them to open fire on my mark. I want those bastards blown out of my sky."

*Flinching as another explosion runs through the cruiser, Matsuoka feels a sense of relief that even if the Kilgore doesn't make it back to port, which the engineers tell him is very likely, she can at least take that damn ship down with her.*

"Commander! We have a priority wave from command."

"Bring it up, Ensign."

*On the screen is Rear Admiral Tao, Commander of Alliance Command, Gamma Quadrant.*

"We just received word that the Tripoli is lost. How's your status?"

"The mission is a failure, sir. We lost most of command when they took out the bridge, and we'll be lucky to make it back home. I'm sending you a report now. But we're about to open fire and take those bastards down."

"Negative, Commander. Tell your men to stand down."

"But sir! That ship nearly destroyed us! You can't expect us to just-"

"That was an order Commander!"

"Yes sir. Ensign, tell the gunners to stand down."

"Very good, Commander. When you get back, I want a full report from the marines. Are you still receiving the signal from our contact inside?"

"Yes sir. The contact just recently rejoined the Sereni-Tree. We expect to get a signal in about five minutes."

"Excellent. Forward it to us when it arrives."

"Yes sir."

*The admiral gives Matsuoka a kind smile.*

"All things considered, you've done well. I expect to see you at headquarters in two days, Commander."

*The screen goes black.

Mastuoka gives the order to retreat. The crew grumbles, but within seconds the Kilgore pulls away from the Sereni-Tree, the fighters returning to their bays. Five minutes later, the Kilgore is just another speck of light to the crew of the Sereni-Tree.*

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 6:27 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

Quote:

A man lies on the floor not far away, seemingly unconscious.

“Yeah, looks like you helped out a lot up there. Sorry, I had to check. You could have been an Alliance mole.” She replaces her glasses and studies SR carefully, frowning as she sweeps an errant lock of hair back from her face. “You still could be, I guess, but I really need the help just now.”

SR extract a captured alliance pistol from his waistband and offers it but first to Jet.

"Will this make you feel more comfortable?'

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The command chair lands and she hops out. She is rather short. “Hi, I’m Bride4. Name’s Jet. I’m an Assistant Engineer here. The Chief Engineer’s gone, don’t know where to. So’s the other AE, and maybe that’s no accident, as they had a thing.” She tosses SR a very thick phone book-sized manual. “That’s the book I call 'Grey’s Anatomy'. It’s the technical specs and design docs for most of what we have down here. Of the whole ship, really. You should realize that all this tech was tinkered together by TheGreyJedi on his own. Nothing down here is standard, and half the stuff runs by some kind of weird techno-magic that even I haven’t figured out… yet, and I've been trying for about a year. But our main fusion plant isn’t too outlandish, and is probably something you could help with right away if you have engineering experience. As it happens, that’s what we need to get going first. Sereni-Tree’s operating on batteries right now.”

She sighs, and rubs her eyes behind her glasses. She as the look of someone who has not rested in a while.

“So? Ready to get going? Oh, and what’s your name?”

Jet, Bride4

"Oh for now, you can call me Warren."

SR thinks to himself, "Duece, Jet, six, seven,...that's four out of seven."

Scorpion Regent

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 6:41 AM

JAKE7

**jake7 continues blindly fumbling her way down the corridor, checking doors to find a dark place where she can hopefully see the remote and turn off the night vision. She ferverently hopes that she is found by her friends instead of any Alliance troops**

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 7:04 AM

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Originally posted by Jadehand:
*JadeHand steps out of TRM's portal, back into the common room of the Tree. He gazes around at the destruction. Slowly he peals the tag off his chest and his body struggles to become his own again as he stumbles towards the bar.*

"Where's Seryn? Is she ok? Has anyone heard from her?"

Trey places a drink in front off him and slowly shakes her head. "Nothing yet."

*JadeHand grabs the side of head with his left hand and winces at the screams inside. Voices he recognizes, that are not his own, speak to him. He trys quickly do drown them out with the pint in front of him. But the multiple shifts in such a short time have left him exhausted. He slips slowly to the floor, comatose.*

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*Washie takes in the quietly desperate exchange at the bar. She and TRM rush to Jadehand's side in time to catch him on his way down. She kneels over him impatiently brushing her long hair out of her way and laying the same hand spread-fingered over Jadehand's left temple, thumb beneath his ear, pinkie mid-forehead. TRM checks the fallen man's pulse.

Wash nods her head, eyes closed, "He's just about going crazy. Cellular changes at a molecular level, all his body's systems running amuck. Best thing for the poor man is some rest. That and we need to take those labels away from him for about 6 weeks." As she utters the last sentence, Wash begins going through Jade's pockets in search of the morphing devices. Coming up with several, she hands them to TRM for safe-keeping. She soothes Jade's mind with a telepathic image of Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side.

As she leans down almost flush with the fallen man to reach in his back pockets, the robot baby's remote control presses uncomfortably against her breasts in her bodice. She sits up and reaches for the device down the neck of her low-cut gown as TRM watches curiously. "You might as well take this too," she says as she hands the small warm pulsing black box to him. "Cozen, I think it was, dumped this into a planter in the bar quite awhile back. I wouldn't have noticed, if I hadn't heard him whisper something about not wanting me to... see... it... there..."

Her final words taper off to nothing and she sways a bit on her knees beside Jadehand. She has a terrible craving to snatch the remote back from TRM, thinking she needs it placed back over her heart quick-like or something terrible will happen. Her last thought before she slumps down unconscious across Jadehand's chest is, 'What the HECK?'

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 7:29 AM

COZEN

From its hidey-hole, Chucky/Charlise/RoboBaby3000 warily eyes TheRealMe. Given TRM holds control over RB3000 in his meaty hand, Chucky senses its future as being inviable to iffy, at best. It's AI algorithms do quite a lot of math in a very short period of time.

Conclusion: attack soonest, or die.

Drawing upon the remaining reserves of its fading battery array, Chucky swoops across to TRM and with great force clamps his/her/its jaws in that place all males most dread suffering damage.

TRM, noticeably pained -- and who can blame him, eh? -- drops the remote.

And doesn't Schwartz the llama just happen to wander by at that exact moment. Schwartz picks up the RoboBaby3000 remote with his teeth. The llama turns to cozen, whom, of course, has so very coincidentally wandered on to the scene after a short recovery from his electrocution.

"Mmmphh?", sez Schwartz.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 9:27 AM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

*KellyofLuthien stands still as stone, surrounded by a pile of mangled Alliance bodies. Dark blood drips from her sword, her tattered dress, and from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Slowly, methodically, Kelly wipes the blood off of Nardol and takes off her Ring of Fire, placing it on the chain around her neck. Instantly Kelly transforms from a glowing angel of Elven death to an exhausted, broken woman. She stumbles slowly up to the infirmary, saying a silent prayer to Eru that Ath is still alive.

SimonWho has Ath on the table, his bloody shirt cut open. Simon locks eyes with Kelly, and she sees from his look that it is not good.*

"Is he alive?" she asks feebly.

"Yes, barely. I'm going into surgery now."

Kelly leans back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor.

"Good....that's good."

Pain and darkness finally overwhelm her, and she slumps against the wall.

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I love my Captain

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:00 AM

Jet looks at the weapon offered by Scorpion Regent.

"No, I don't want it. Trey's a good judge of character. She would have warned me if she didn't trust you. But if you have anything that might go off as you move around, stack it over there. I don't want either of us getting shot by accident!"

She reaches over to touch one of the controls on the chair and the ponderous vault doors begin to close. She looks around, and the fallen man is nowhere to be seen.

"Huh. Wonder what happened to Cozen? Must have slipped out while we were talking."

The vault door slams shut. Mechanisms whirl to lock it tight.

"So, Warren, have you ever worked with a standard Class IV fusion plant before? We need to light it within about two hours or we'll be doing it in the dark!"

Jet, Bride4

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:03 AM

As ItsAWash begins to slide down to the deck, TheRealMe moves to catch her. "Washie!"

He is totally unprepared for CallMeChucky's attack!

"OW! Who let that gorram thing out of the brig!"

Nugget jumps forward and grabs the evil doll's legs. The massive muscles in Nugget's shoulders begin to tense, and...

"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:18 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

"NO! DON'T PULL IT AWAY!"

OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:32 AM

MCQ

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

In space around the Sereni-Tree:

Soon after the explosion of the Tripoli, the Killgore is struck by two rapidly-moving objects, objects too massive for the Killgore’s big guns and complement of defensive fighters to deal with. The first strike vaporizes the cruiser’s main bridge. The second causes damage to one of its engines. The great ship seems to drift listlessly for a time, but then re-orients itself and begins to widen the space between it and the Sereni-Tree. Soon, it is obvious that the Killgore is attempting to withdraw, limping away under the cover of its fighters.

McQ observes the Killgore drifting away and realize it's too far for his jet pack boosters to enable him to get on board. He lowers his rifle blaster with disappointment as his thirst for revenge will have to wait for now.

He turns around and summons the damage in the common room, then observes the blood that splattered over his metalic body during the battle which he didn't have time to notice before. McQ realizes he doesn't really know his new allies other than a woman who answers to the name Wash, although they haven't had the time to be formally introduced. He feels a little disoriented, yet makes his way to a flight of stairs where he decides to sit. He then lets out a sigh of frustration, disappointment and relief. "So, what now?" he thinks to himself.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:38 AM

SERYN

'Fight stop, noises gone, talking now. Can hear 1st mate, and female, lots of talking'

'oh, its obviously over then, and the rescue team are back! Jadehand! She breathes a low sigh, hoping despite what the cold little voice of realism may say, that everyone is ok. Nevertheless they maintain their slow pace, pausing at doorways to scan the rooms, weapons held out and low.

On their third stop Ervin listens intently, then lets out a low slow yelp. In the back of his throat a low keening starts, and he picks up the pace. The keening grows, louder and louder, but the first she knows of it is when she puts out her hand to slow him, and feels the rumbling permeating his whole body. She looks up, astonished at the pained expression in his features. 'Ok, go on, run...' He bolts ahead, and she abandons the caution and follows after, reaching the common room's balconies as he reaches the bottom and joins the other Yeti crowded around another.

She watches for a moment, then searches the other dead, sparing barely a glance for the living, trying to spot Tree-folk amongst the numerous bodies, but no-one seems familiar. She realises that most will be in the infirmary. She also realises that she should be headed there herself, but, she figures I can hardly get any more deaf, I can wait until after the worst is dealt with, meanwhile... She heads back towards the bay, reasoning that if the Killgore were to launch another boarding, the bay would be as good a place as any.

Approaching the bay doors she checks they are secure and takes up a postion accros the way, near the door leading to the rest of the Tree.

As silence descends, something seems to click in her head, like a plug being pulled out, and a low buzzing starts, angry and waspish, but the most welcome sound she's ever heard. Without much warning her vision clouds over and her balance deserts her. She stumbles over to the wall, looking to hold herself up, and failing pretty miserably. As she hits the deck, some prissy little voice observes that maybe the lockers with soft laundry to land on would have been a better idea, but as it is, she didn't land with her knickers showing, and maybe just taking a few days to lie about all unconcious wasn't such a bad plan.

hm? Goodnight...

(ooc, hey! everyones doing it ...its a good plan...) (and I second that laugh, that was bloody funny

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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. O.W.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 10:40 AM

From behind her bar, Trey takes careful aim at CallMeChucky, but does not trust her ability to pick it off cleanly without harming either Nugget or TheRealMe.

Trey, Bride3

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 11:02 AM

SAFEAT2ND

With his hands full dodging Alliance fighters, Safe can't hail the Tree again.

The odd whoop of victory and string of curses from the back, tell Safe that Bride7 is keeping the fighters off their tail. And despite his claim otherwise, Citizen was a decent shot. Yet another thing Safe would have to ask him about.

Suddenly the fighters break off their attack. A boarding vessel detaches from the Tree, and follows the fighters back to the Kilgore.

That's odd... Safe thought.

"Safe to the Tree. Come in please." Still no response.

"The landing bay is closed, see if you can find another docking area." Safe asks Citizen as he guides the ISSCV around the Tree.

"There, where the boarding vessel took off from, and airlock." Citizen says pointing to the spot.

Safe guides the ISSCV in. There is a slight bump and a hiss as he activates the docking clamp.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 11:44 AM

APRILISE

Quote:

Safe looks back at Citizen to see him pointing out the pilot's side window, mouth gape.

Safe straightens in his seat and follows Citizens gaze. The Alliance Cruiser Tripoli was coming apart at the seams, and they were too close.

"Sheeit!! Hang ON!!"

Safe cranks the controls to the side and jams the engine to full. They weren't going to make it.

The shock wave tosses the ISSCV like a bit of flotsam on a wave. The ships thick metal plating groans but holds.

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
During the rough flight, Bride6 lunges forward with her good hand and grabs hold of the girl to try to keep her safe.

Shadow watched wide eyed as the battle raged around them, gripping tight to Bride6 as the woman held tight. She hoped Ghost was safe…and she hoped they both would survive this fight.

Quote:
From the craft's aft, Bride7 gets banged around and resumes cursing.

Ghost was scared. Her sister had left her forever ago, and the once calm ride had turned rough. She was scared. A small whimper escaped her as the ship jolted and her head hit the side of her hiding place, a small trickle of blood began dripping down the side of her face staining the child's hair.

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"WhaaHooo!" Safe grins as he regains control. He slaps Citizen on the back. "How's that for mititary technology!"

Citizen grins weakly "Ya... great.. just great"

Safe angles the ISSCV for the Tree.

"Captain Seth Franklin, call sign Safe, to the Sereni-Tree, come in please."

Shadow began to shake as the last few hours caught up with her. Relief, panic, fear, joy, and many other emotions overwhelming the girl as her shaking became shock and she fell limp into Bride6’s arms, unconscious taking over her.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 11:49 AM

LIGHTMEDARK

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Ooh Green!

*With a triumphant gleam in her eye, Serenity places down her next card: a green Skip.*

Your turn again, Mai!

why is it always green?, thinks lmd as he appears as though he is about to cry...

/me turns the near-sobs into roaring laughter, then looks sheepishly at the two women

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 11:53 AM

In the Common Room of Sereni-Tree:

In excruciating pain from CallMeChucky’s continuing attack, TheRealMe blinks back tears as he forces words past clenched teeth.

“Nugget, keep hold!”

He pulls a pen from his shirt pocket.

“Trey, nametag!”

Trey drops her weapon and half vaults, half flies, over the bar. She fishes through the pockets of the fallen Jadehand, then tosses a name tag to TheRealMe. He scribbles furiously: “ZOE ALLEYNE WASHBURN,” then slaps it to his chest.

Suddenly free, TheRealZoe yells, “Now, Nugget, smash it to the deck!”

When Nugget complies, TheRealZoe’s boot descends upon the little neck of CallMeChucky. She plants the muzzle of her gun at the back of the evil doll’s head and fires three times in rapid succession. Then she removes her boot and blasts the body twice at point blank range. The evil doll is in pieces, electronic components scattered everywhere. A puzzled Nugget still holds a little leg in each hand. “Nugget, sweep it up, put it into an extra-strong bag, and bring it back to me.”

TheRealZoe strides over to Schwartz the Llamma, kicks the remote out of its teeth and up into the air, and blasts it twice before its pieces rain down.

Then TheRealZoe reloads while she calmly surveys the wreckage of the Common Room with a critical eye. She sees the Alliance bodies, the yeti mourning their dead, the unfamiliar cyborg, the slumped forms of Jadehand and Washie. TheRealZoe nods, done reloading. “Report!”

With a tremble in every movement, the Ebo Golem, missing its right side, forces itself to its feet. It turns, takes a few steps, and resumes pushing furniture through the airlock door.

TheRealZoe looks over her shoulder and sighs. "Nugget, sweetie, quit crying. It wasn't a real baby!"

TheRealZoe, First Mate of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 12:22 PM

Quincey pilots the Napoleon Bonaparte up to the hanger bay over the South Wing, and punches a code into her console. The great doors do not open. She tries again. Nothing. She tries the com.

“Hello? Hello? Sereni-Tree?"

Nothing.

“Gorramit! Now what? I hate waiting!”

She sighs, and begins to drum her fingers on the side of her pilot’s console. That's when she realizes that she's still wearing her slinky red dress from her earlier attempt to get noticed by Roberts.

"Hmmm... I wonder what happened to him?"

Quincey, Bride5

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 12:59 PM

SIMONWHO

I'm tired. I'm angry. I don't know the fate of most of those on board. But I can't think about that now.

Ath's wounds are a mix of the grave and superficial. However, it is this cut that worries me the most. If I can't fix it, we're going to have to perform a transplant. Thankfully, there are no shortage of donors today. But...

Kelly, I know yours is a race of old beliefs and ways. I know parts of the body are not mere organs to your kind. I know you want Ath as he was, healed as good as new. But if it comes down to it, a transplant may be necessary. You may want to prepare yourself.

*he focuses his attention back on his patient, feeling the pressure of knowing one slight mistake would be fatal, trying his hardest to repair the damage done to Ath's slow beating heart*

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 1:07 PM

Ath seems to be lying on his back. He believes that he sees Riverclone standing over him. But that's... impossible.

She seems to stare down at him, a grave expression on her face. "No, not yet. But maybe soon. It looks like you might end up being a sacrifice after all." She gets a far-off look. "If you do, she'll name it after you. Heh. 'Atherton' would be such a silly name for a girl!"

Riverclone reaches out and lightly touches Ath's chest. "The problem is here." She smiles sadly. "You're suffering from a broken heart!"

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 2:49 PM

In the darkness:

*JadeHand floats in the black. He is alone. He's been here before. The sharp pain in his head dulls briefly, as an image appears before him: Seryn looking hale and hearty, even now rushing toward the common room to be by his side. Then just as suddenly the image is gone. Another dream. Another fantasy. Whatever is was, it's gone now. JadeHand thinks to himself: "Wait, I thought things here were supposed to be more real. Has the astral plane changed that much since I was last here? How long did I think I could keep them away? At least it's Peaceful......aside from the voices. Crap. They keep getting louder. Like they're getting closer."

* He turns to face them, all of them are here. And they're more than just a little upset.*

* One of them steps forward, a chill fills the space around him. "It's time."*

"Oh come on, just let me go back. I'll drink you all away again."

"Not this time, you've put it off too long this time. Besides you don't want him to get upset....er"
*He points behind him at one of the other figures where just enough light glistens of the the nearby metal to show the scar on the man's face.*

"Fine, fine. You win. Tell me again what I have to do, It has been awhile."

*One of the other figures steps forward*
"Is simple, da? You use us to solve your problems. Now our turn. You pay debt."

"Great. That clears that up."
"You come with us now."

*A steely hand takes him by the shoulder and leads him off with the rest deeper into the black*

On the Tree:
JadeHand lies perfectly still and unresponsive.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 7:04 PM

MAI

Oh darn I don't have any green ones left. Whatever shall I do? *lays down blue skip*

Hmm.. guess that will work.

*whispers to Serenity, while pointing @ LMD* He's actin' kind a funny. Wonder what's wrong with him?

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 9:27 PM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
Kelly, I know yours is a race of old beliefs and ways. I know parts of the body are not mere organs to your kind. I know you want Ath as he was, healed as good as new. But if it comes down to it, a transplant may be necessary. You may want to prepare yourself.

*Kelly's eyes flutter slowly open, surveying the doctor from her place on the floor. Her cold hand touches the back of SimonWho's leg and when he turns, she looks at him with sad eyes.*

"Elves don't understand death, doctor. I'm lost in the woods. Do what you must, just don't let him die."

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Thursday, March 9, 2006 9:58 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL

*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*

I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.

*she runs out of the infirmary and down the corridos towards the common room. She spies Jade collapsed on the floor*

NO!!

*she rushes over to him, tearing off her smock and gloves as she approaches. She leans over him, gently rolling Washie to the side. She strokes his face and kisses his forehead*

Baby, Honey, Jade! Please wake up. I know I'm not hwo you need right now, but you gotta hear me. *she leans in close and whispers in his ear* Jade, you can fight this, you're stronger than this...than them...I've died twice...you won't like it....don't succumb to them....don't let them take you. *she cups his chin and kisses him softly. She moves his head to her lap, stroking his hair, while she waits for the one he needs* I think she could love you.

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Friday, March 10, 2006 12:08 AM

PSYCHICRIVER

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*

I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.

Um...okay. *Turns to his dad.* So now what?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, March 10, 2006 1:20 AM

CITIZEN

"So," Citizen started as they unbuckled and prepared to enter the Sereni-tree. "Quite place, this ship of yours?"

"It, erm, has its moments." Safe replied slowly.

Citizen stared through the view port windows of the ISSCV at the wreck of the Tripoli for a second. "Really?" he replied.

"It's of interest to me how you know so much about combat operations." Safe said as they prepared to open the Airlock.

"Wasn't born a small time Monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur, Safe." Citizen replied, stepping into the opening Airlock chamber.

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Friday, March 10, 2006 2:57 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

Quote:

"So, Warren, have you ever worked with a standard Class IV fusion plant before? We need to light it within about two hours or we'll be doing it in the dark!"

SR shrugs of his pack and his coat, the pain from his abdomen makes his teeth clench and his vision swims for a moment, but he knows it's just his nerves telling him he's hurt. He pulls out what tools he has with him and strap on a head lamp just in case the dark thing comes to pass. He keeps a pistol on his hip and a dagger, but his weapon and all the other stuff is secured.

"Fusion four, no, not as such, but I'm a quickstudy."

Scorpion Regent

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Friday, March 10, 2006 3:25 AM

CALLMESERENITY

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Oh darn I don't have any green ones left. Whatever shall I do? *lays down blue skip*

Hmm.. guess that will work.

*whispers to Serenity, while pointing @ LMD* He's actin' kind a funny. Wonder what's wrong with him?

*whispers to mai*

I don't know him too well, yet, but it seems to me he's usually acting kinda funny.

*nudges LMD because it's his turn*

*He plays a blue 9*

And it's your turn again, Mai!

I wonder what's going on out there. I hope everyone's okay! It seems we've been here in here for quite some time.

"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"

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Friday, March 10, 2006 4:29 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*as she's about to assist the doc, she feels a loss...a muffled confusion in the dark*

I'm sorry. I have to go. PR, please take over for me. Keep them safe.

*she runs out of the infirmary and down the corridos towards the common room. She spies Jade collapsed on the floor*

NO!!

*she rushes over to him, tearing off her smock and gloves as she approaches. She leans over him, gently rolling Washie to the side. She strokes his face and kisses his forehead*

Baby, Honey, Jade! Please wake up. I know I'm not hwo you need right now, but you gotta hear me. *she leans in close and whispers in his ear* Jade, you can fight this, you're stronger than this...than them...I've died twice...you won't like it....don't succumb to them....don't let them take you. *she cups his chin and kisses him softly. She moves his head to her lap, stroking his hair, while she waits for the one he needs* I think she could love you.

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*McQ thuds his way over to where Washie lays in a tangle of her hair and gown near TWG and Jadehand. His bulky hands flatten as he bends down low to the deck sliding one under her hips, the other around her shoulders and lifts her high. One of her arms dangles along his side and the motion seems to rouse her as she moans the smallest bit.

They cyborg finds the way to the infirmary with little trouble but once he gets there he notes the place is a madhouse of injury and pain attended to as best he can by the beleaguered ship's doctor.

Dr. SimonWho spied the metal man cradling Washie and grunts, pointing at a low bench along a low and blood-washed bench along the wall, "If she's breathing, put her down over there." McQ takes one step in that direction before pivoting gravely on his shoebox-sized heel and leaving the medlab still carrying his burden. He meets Sparky the Robot in the corridor outside.

"Ah! Miss Wash, is it? And the 'Tree's newest fighting addition. Allow me to introduce myself: Spar.."

"Stuff it, metal mind," growls McQ. "And tell me where I can get some help for my friend."

"Certainly, Sir." Sparky checks Wash's pulse and breathing with only a glance, carefully lifts one eyelid to see her blue eye slightly rolled back and gives an accurate diagnosis. "The woman is merely suffering from fatigue and most probably dehydration, like most of the humanoids in this crew, Sir." The robot touches a compartment at his side, withdraws a portable i.v. kit as McQ stands stock-still in aid. Sparky's fingers fly as he concocts a tincture of mild stimulants, proteins, glucose and a little something extra, saving the recipe in his databanks. Sparky punctures Washie's brachial vein at the bend of her elbow sending body-quenching hydration flowing swiftly. He attaches the i.v. pouch to a recessed area on the cyborg's helmet, looping the tubing around McQ's neck to dangle safely, draining vital fluids into Washie.

Sparky stands awaiting Wash's body's judgment of his skills. A scant few minutes later, the woman stirs in McQ's arms and tries to sit up in mid-air. McQ's fingers hold her i.v.'d arm still while his other hand cradles her and assists in sitting up.

"How goes the battle?" Washie asks. Sparky bows and tells her, "The battle has passed, Miss Washie, and until you were in receipt of my excellent cure, you were among the casualties."

"McQ? Jadehand's down, isn't he? Put me down and let's get back to the commons to see what we can do to help. Sparky? Whatever you did for me needs doing for Jade as well. Follow me and bring some of that stuff with you."

McQ answers Wash's demand that he put her down by turning and heading back to the common area performing a cyborg taxi service toting Washie thataway. Smiling and stroking his cheek in thanks, Washie settles into the surprisingly warm metallic hold and looks back to make sure Sparky is along for the walk.

* They reach the commons to find TWG holding Jade's touseled head in her lap, his thick dark curling hair grasped lightly in her fingers. McQ gently deposits Washie in a sitting position next to Jade and TWG.

"Let us at him, TWG, just for a sec. Sparky's got some kinda intravenous tisane that worked wonders on me. Let's see what he can do for our Morphing Mad Man, here."

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Friday, March 10, 2006 5:08 AM

As Washie, McQ, and Sparky return to the Common Room, they notice that, among the other injured, TheRealZoe lies unconscious, head cradled in Trey’s lap. Trey pulls off the nametag, and the shape reverts to TheRealMe. He stirs, holding his head.

“She just gasped and fell down. Uh, I mean, he did.”

“Pardon me, Miss Wash.” Sparky pushes past her. After a quick evaluation, he decides to hook up Jadehand to his internal med-kit first. Trey and Nugget the Meteor Troll (still holding a baby doll leg) move TheRealMe closer so that he can receive the same treatment.

As Washie approaches this scene, she almost trips over something. It is Sparky’s burnt and damaged disembodied head!

Sparky notices. “Ah, Miss Wash, you have found an important piece of my predecessor. If you would be so kind as to bring it here, I can download his last five hours of memories.”

Responding to treatment, TheRealMe’s eyes flutter open. “Ah, good! The backup Sparky activiated!” He groans and hold his head, then looks over to Jadehand lying on the other side of Sparky II. "Jade never told me about any side effects of these nametags! So, what casualties have we suffered? What is our damage report? And who is flying the ship?"

Another spasm of pain invades his head. "OW!" He looks around at the people near him. "Washie, I'm glad you're safe! You too, Nugget, Trey. And thanks, Sparky." He looks at the cyborg, confused. "Have we met?"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 10, 2006 5:11 AM

*JadeHand is lead off deeper into the Astral. He's put off paying his debt here for far too long. Once It's paid, He should be allowed to return to his friends. But there's no getting out before then.*

"Ok, let's get this started....."

*The figures around him step closer.*

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Friday, March 10, 2006 5:20 AM

Tired of waiting, Quincey departs the Napoleon Bonaparte in a vac-suit, floats over to an emergency airlock on the Sereni-Tree’s South Wing, and clips a line from her suit to a hook next to the door. She performs a mental countdown, then sees the Bonaparte shrink down until it is about a foot long. With the shuttle under one arm, she keys the airlock to cycle. Nothing happens.

“Gorramit! Still no power!”

She clips the shuttle to her belt, opens a panel near the door, and begins the long, laborious process of cranking the door open.

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Friday, March 10, 2006 5:24 AM

PSYCHICRIVER

Some are like water,
Some are like the heat,
Some are a melody,
And some are the beat.

Sooner or later, they all will be gone.
Why don't they stay young?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, March 10, 2006 5:49 AM

SAFEAT2ND

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"It's of interest to me how you know so much about combat operations." Safe said as they prepared to open the Airlock.

"Wasn't born a small time Monkey trainer with delusions of grandeur, Safe." Citizen replied, stepping into the opening Airlock chamber.

"I'm beginning to get that impression..." Safe starts, but movement towards the rear of the passenger compartment catches his eye, cutting his thoughts off.

Hand on his holstered gun, Safe peers around some crates.

A little girl, cowering in the corner, looks up at him. Fear showing plainly on her tear and blood streaked face.

Safe crouches down and slowly extends his good hand "Hey sweetie, I won't hurt you." he says softly.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, March 10, 2006 6:14 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

Breathing heavily, Soul makes his way through the ship until he reaches the door for the Animal Preserve, which is, of course, sealed shut. Gathering as much energy as he can, he pushes forward and phases through the door. The process takes much longer than usual, and it feels like walking through Jello; but after a moment Soul is through, and he drops to his knees. Looking out across the field, he sees a ring of light, with several figures cluttered in the middle of it.

Groaning, Soul stands shakily and makes his way over to the group and plops down on the ground next to Serenity.

"Uno? Can someone deal me in?"

______________________

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Friday, March 10, 2006 7:18 AM

CALLMESERENITY

SOUL!

*Serenity is so surprised and happy to see Soul that she hugs him so hard they both fall over, spilling juice and cards everywhere. Soul grunts in pain.*

How are you? Are you okay? What's going on? Is it over? Did we win? What happened? Is everyone alright? Why does everyone have wings again? Oh, it's been so hard waiting in here not knowing what's going on!

Can you help me up?

"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't the wings get in the way?"

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Friday, March 10, 2006 7:35 AM

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As Washie, McQ, and Sparky return to the Common Room, they notice that, among the other injured, TheRealZoe lies unconscious, head cradled in Trey’s lap. Trey pulls off the nametag, and the shape reverts to TheRealMe. He stirs, holding his head.

“She just gasped and fell down. Uh, I mean, he did.”

“Pardon me, Miss Wash.” Sparky pushes past her. After a quick evaluation, he decides to hook up Jadehand to his internal med-kit first. Trey and Nugget the Meteor Troll (still holding a baby doll leg) move TheRealMe closer so that he can receive the same treatment.

As Washie approaches this scene, she almost trips over something. It is Sparky’s burnt and damaged disembodied head!

Sparky notices. “Ah, Miss Wash, you have found an important piece of my predecessor. If you would be so kind as to bring it here, I can download his last five hours of memories.”

Responding to treatment, TheRealMe’s eyes flutter open. “Ah, good! The backup Sparky activiated!” He groans and hold his head, then looks over to Jadehand lying on the other side of Sparky II. "Jade never told me about any side effects of these nametags! So, what casualties have we suffered? What is our damage report? And who is flying the ship?"

Another spasm of pain invades his head. "OW!" He looks around at the people near him. "Washie, I'm glad you're safe! You too, Nugget, Trey. And thanks, Sparky." He looks at the cyborg, confused. "Have we met?"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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*Washie tosses Sparky his predecessor's head, barely noticing whether he catches it in her haste to make sure TRM/TRZ is okay.

"Those freakin' labels oughta be locked up somewhere safe. I don't like what they're doing to our crew," she grumbles, frowning. "Okay, okay, so some of you would be DEAD if not for the life-saving morphing powers of the stupid things, but what use is saving ya if you're just gonna almost die on us later?" She runs a hand through TRM's hair, dislodging his own hand gripping his forehead in pain.

Washie sits down close behind TheRealHim, between his back and the wall for support. Leaning him against her chest, she takes both her hands to his scalp from his temples to the base of his neck and massages small circles moving along both sides of his head. She hasn't gone very far into the treatment before he gives a heavy sigh of pain-free pleasure.

Wash performs the necessary introduction: "TRM, meet McQ, not too long ago the Alliance's bright hope for a secret weapon but now the enemy of our enemy, thus our friend. McQ? TheRealHim, First Officer of the Serenitree and all around caretaker of us all."

Washie breaks away from TRM, and as she goes to check on Jadehand she says over her shoulder, "I have a feeling McQ has a fascinating life story to tell. Let's buy him a drink sometime."

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