The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything by TheRealMe

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Originally posted by mai:

*suddenly a pain shoots through her head and falls to the ground screaming*

Some... one ... go... he ... needs help.

*passes out*

Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com

"What the..." N0Skillz shutters moving towards Mai whilst hitting his comm link" Doc, I thin kwe need you in the common room. And does anyone need any help on this ship? Mai seemed to think someone did."

-editted to make me look like less of a retard-
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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:03 AM

SIMONWHO

*hears the call for help go over the intercom* Damn it. Sorry Seryn, I'll be back as soon as I can.

*dashes out into the main corridor where Needy is approaching the infirmary*

Ahhh... bollocks. Okay, take Needy inside, I have another emergency to attend to.

*rushes round to LMD's quarters*

Whoa. *administers a sedative* Easy there. Now then what caused... *notices the CD player* CDs? How quaint. Now then what... *notices the currently playing CD* Good grief. Why would you want to know that? Very bad idea.

Now let's get you back to the infirmary, I can monitor you better there. *hoists LMD over his shoulder and starts back to the medical bay*

*wheezes* Remind me also to go over healthy eating habits with the crew. *wheeze*

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:46 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul stares at the bodies.

"I agree. We need to get these bodies as far away as possible. I'm not sure just throwing them out an airlock would be enough, though. We need to move them much further away than that."

"Let's just blow them out the air lock for a start. We can move the ship the opposite direction to buy us a little space and once we have the star drive in order the point will be moot. Is there any way you can get some help down here to expedite this? Tempus Fugit. Do you think we should tell TRM about this? It's rather important. I guess we're totally screwed if they've been bologically messed with, diseases and such. Their blood's all over the common room floor we aren't wearing masks. A lot of people have touched them. I guess we just have to hope for the best."

SR notices that he's power talking and stops to give Soul a chance.

Scorpion Regent

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 3:19 AM

Bride7 comes off of Safe's stolen dropship, walks up to TheRealMe, and gives him an odd look.

He seems uncomfortable. "Welcome back, Bride7."

She snorts and pushes past Washie, without a word.

Next, TheRealMe welcomes Safe aboard the Sereni-Tree, and shakes his hand. "Glad to have you back, Safe. I see that you brought us a few new people." His eyes search the line of people coming aboard. He is suddenly concerned. "I don't see your friend, Jack. I hope that nothing terrible happened to him!"

"Oh, Jack's fine!" Bride6 says, sleepily, as Sparky carries her past. "He went off with a bunch of women..."

"Bride6, I'm so happy you are safe! Uh, relatively, I mean. Sparky, get her to the Infirmary! And Needy!" TheRealMe says in surprise, "it has been a while since you have traveled with us!" Next, TheRealMe shakes Citizen's hand. Then, "Oh, and children. Hello young ones!" Through the side of his mouth TheRealMe asks, "Safe, where did you get these kids? Where are their parents?"

TheRealMe's com-link beeps.

"Well, I am sorry, everyone, but I must attend to other matters."

Then, TheRealMe talks with Jet concerning her progress with the stardrive, and heads off to the morgue.

Meanwhile, Sparky carries Bride6 into the Infirmary. She has a mangled hand and leg and is still bleeding from several gunshot wounds. Sparky carefully removes the many pistols she has on her person. "You might hurt someone with these, Miss Roberta." He says.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:08 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

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Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:

"Let's just blow them out the air lock for a start. We can move the ship the opposite direction to buy us a little space and once we have the star drive in order the point will be moot. Is there any way you can get some help down here to expedite this? Tempus Fugit. Do you think we should tell TRM about this? It's rather important. I guess we're totally screwed if they've been bologically messed with, diseases and such. Their blood's all over the common room floor we aren't wearing masks. A lot of people have touched them. I guess we just have to hope for the best."

SR notices that he's power talking and stops to give Soul a chance.

Soul nods thoughtfully.

"I know TRM was setting up a few hyperspace jumps earlier, so I guess if we can get these bodies jettisoned, we should be able to leave them behind rather rapidly."

Soul looks around the room, forgetting if there is an airlock in cargo bay A5, or even if they can just dump the entire contents of the room into space. Of course, the latter plan depends on the room being empty of anything woth keeping.

Soul sighs and depresses the button on his comlink.

"TRM, I've got a quick question for you..."

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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 16, 2006 4:30 AM

On the Sereni-Tree’s Bridge, Quincy stirs from her deep sleep. Her com-link is beeping. She slowly opens her eyes and answers it. “Mmmmm?”

“Bride5, this is Me. Are you still on the Bridge?”

Quincey recognizes TheRealMe’s voice and is suddenly awake. “Yes, I’m here!”

“Good! Get whatever sensors we still have online. Do a full spherical sweep of our position, and let me know if trouble is heading our way. I doubt that the Alliance has three cruisers in this sector, but the Killgore might be repaired and return. As soon as Bride4 down in Engineering signals you that the stardrive is working, I want you ready to perform a hyperspace jump. I have already plotted six courses in the nav computer, each of about a week’s duration. Let me know when we are ready to go. If, for whatever reason, you cannot contact myself or ThatWeirdGirl, throw a six-sided die and pick a destination that way. I don’t want anybody else to know where we are going. If we are about to be attacked before the stardrive is ready, signal a ship-wide alarm and perform evasive maneuvers to give Bride4 more time to work. Is that all clear?”

“Yes, I understand!” Quincey says. Quincey smiles and rubs her hands in glee. A hyperspace jump! She’d always wanted to try one of those!

Quincey, Bride5

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:32 AM

TheRealMe walks into the morgue just as Soul's signal starts his com-link beeping. TheRealMe calls out and waves at him. "Yes, Soul, what is it?"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:44 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe walks into the morgue just as Soul's signal starts his com-link beeping. TheRealMe calls out and waves at him. "Yes, Soul, what is it?"

Soul explains the situation to the First Officer.

"Basically, we need to get these bodies out of here as quickly as we can, especially before we get attacked again. God only knows how many booby traps are hidden on them. I need to know if there is an airlock on this level we can use, or if we can just jettison the entire contents of the bay. If we have to do this one body at a time out an airlock, it's gonna take a while unless we can get some help."

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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."

http://havenofsouls.livejournal.com/

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:57 AM

TheRealMe considers this news gravely, chin in hand. "Yes, there is a cargo airlock on this level. But, Soul, Warren, I have to say that unless this situation poses a clear and present danger to the ship, I am reluctant to vent human bodies into space like so much garbage. That's the way reavers would operate... or the Alliance. The families of these soldiers deserve to be able to bury and mourn their dead."

He activates his com-link. "Sparky, when Bride6 is safely in the Infirmary, report to the morgue." He touches another control. "Bride4? Can you spare some DRDs? Oh, perhaps ten or a dozen? Six? That will be fine. Send them to cargo bay A5."

"Okay, here is my plan: the three of us will collect the penal soldiers and toss them out of the cargolock immediately. They pose the greatest risk. Then Sparky and six Diangostic Repair Drones will load the rest in a cargo container that we can leave in orbit with a beacon. Do the two of you think that is a reasonable way to proceed, or do you think that the danger is really so great that we must vent them all now?"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 6:36 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe considers this news gravely, chin in hand. "Yes, there is a cargo airlock on this level. But, Soul, Warren, I have to say that unless this situation poses a clear and present danger to the ship, I am reluctant to vent human bodies into space like so much garbage. That's the way reavers would operate... or the Alliance. The families of these soldiers deserve to be able to bury and mourn their dead."

"Is there a risk, yes, any of these bodies could be kinked. The PCC soldiers are the biggest risk because as far as the alliance was concerned they are the cheapest possible expendable shock troops. They had no rights what so ever, so implanting them with bombs or viruses wouldn't even raise a eyebrow. Maybe everyone deserves a funeral and I don't know these men, but it's my suspicion that they were mass murders before they were sentenced. Where I come from burial at sea, in space, under the ground, on a fire, it's still a dead body. If we don't get them of the ship then we might all wind up swimming in space. wel that's my opinion. But you know me I like to err on the of safety."

With the "you know me" TRM realizes that "Warren" is the Scorpion Regent that was ready to throw the popcorn machine out the airlock. His eyes tighten up slightly.

Quote:

He activates his com-link. "Sparky, when Bride6 is safely in the Infirmary, report to the morgue." He touches another control. "Bride4? Can you spare some DRDs? Oh, perhaps ten or a dozen? Six? That will be fine. Send them to cargo bay A5."

"Okay, here is my plan: the three of us will collect the penal soldiers and toss them out of the cargolock immediately. They pose the greatest risk. Then Sparky and six Diangostic Repair Drones will load the rest in a cargo container that we can leave in orbit with a beacon. Do the two of you think that is a reasonable way to proceed, or do you think that the danger is really so great that we must vent them all now?"

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

"Sounds good. We should make sure that we are thurough as to their personal affect as well. Any trophies or captured weapons or equipment could be tagged with a tracer. We should only keep what we have examined completely if we keep anything. After we get done with the PCC bodies; I'll go back to engineering and help Jet get the stardrive back on line."

Scorpion Regent

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:40 AM

Despite her best effort to watch what Jadhand is saying, she slips into sleep only to wake up mere minutes later as more people arrive in the infirmary. First a man she doesn't know, but obviously suffering, andother girl, lushly pretty, but with awful wounds to her hands, Mai, and finally LMD, borne by the struggling Simonwho.

'Oh gods, are we being attacked again? whats happening?'

Jadehand listens to whoever replied to her question, then shakes his head, relieved, in her direction. She relaxes, but still climbs off the bed in time for Simonwho to lay LMD down on it.

She stand nervously, not knowing what to do, watching as the doctor examines the Mai and LMD, then moves on to patching up the others wounds.
In the end she settles for handing people stuff, but it doesn't work, showing and pointing taking to long, and she decides to just get the hell out of the way.
Standing outside the infirmary she watches the goings on, motioning for Jadehand to stay and help, and trying to make up the absent sounds in her head.
In the end she grows frustrated, and wanders off to find something to do, finding herself, eventually, back in the cargo bay.

'hey all ...Whats going on?'

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:57 AM

ITSAWASH

* Waking in her quarters with no memory of how she got there, Washie doesn't pay it much mind, simply grateful to wake feeling refreshed. "Shower," she says aloud, suiting action to impulse she sheds her slippers and long pale rose gown, draping it on a chair as she steps into the shower that her one spoken word had activated to the perfect pounding flow and temperature. English Lavendar soap, her trademark scent is applied and rubbed in to tired muscles, especially her upper and forearms and hands which bear kneading due to the gathering and dispersing energy during the hellish fight.

Long blonde wavy hair goes darker in the water and heavier with the weight of it as she applies a cupped palm of shampoo to scalp and lathers it in all along the wet mass pulled over one shoulder. Sighing at the scent of clean hair and body, she applies two handfuls of conditioner to her hair, rinses blisfully in perfectly warm water then says, "Done," and the flow stops.

Toweling dry her hair and body, Washie then steps into the coverall uniform Seryn had given her long ago. Lots of work to do today, work clothes are required. As she snaps the buttons in front, liking the roughness of the material against her bare skin underneath, she runs fingers through her long damp hair and spares a thought for Riverclone's new being.

What she had gathered pre-collapse was that the shade had gained corporeal form after selflessly healing the nearly-dead crew member in sick bay. The ex-ghost would need some talking to along with a thorough med-check to see just how human she was now. Was there any information on this kind of transformation?

Wash sat down at an infoterminal in her quarters and fast-typed query after query into this time's version of Google. "Reanimation" brought synopses of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake literature series. No good. Well, QUITE good, sexy as hell, but not helpful here.

"Re-corporealization" didn't do it for her either, more zombieness lore whipped up onto the screen.

Pushing back from the monitor, Wash stepped into ankle boots and out the door of her cabin, going in search of Riverclone for a little face time.

Despite their no longer riding in the same Washie body, Washie feels a tenuous connection to the girl, something like a Donny Darko wormhole drawing her forward down corridor after corridor, past the medlab, down a right turn and into the cryogenic storage area. The other woman is securing the door on a cryo-drawer, sliding the complicated clasp down. Stepping soundlessly on the balls of her feet, Washie stops a few feet from the loosely gowned ex-ghost's back and waits to be noticed, wondering if the connection she feels is also felt by Riverclone.

"You're quiet but that will never matter. I know where you are, been knowing it e'er since you got on the boat."

Washie smiles and nods as Riverclone turns to face her, no smile on her face, rather a look of sadness. Washie's smile fades too in reaction and she reaches out her right hand to smooth along the girl's bare arm to clasp her hand. River doesn't fight the motion and allows herself to be drawn by their linked hands to an adjoining laboratory where there's a small kitchen table and chairs. Seating River in a comfy chair, she goes to the refrigerated storage box, finds some cookies and a flask of what turns out to be apple juice. Pouring two glasses and placing a plate of cookies on the table in front of Riverclone, Wash sits to face her, elbows on the table, chin in both hands.

Riverclone takes a tentative bite, murmurs, "Mmmm. Chocochip," and slurps noisily at the juice. "Been a long time no tasting. Feels like chunks of styrofoam floating in my mouth, but tastes all fun like a circus." Wash nods her head, processing the words but really wanting to untangle the jumbled thoughts in the head beneath that long soft dark hair across the table.

"River, how do you feel?" The younger girl doesn't reply but continues eating and drinking. Washie delves into her companion's mind as River continues to be distracted by the food. What she finds there is a developing neural net of information-gathering, as if the girl were linked into the ship's database. 'A mentat is what we've got here. Well, if not quite one yet, she's well on her way to becoming. Thufir Hawat for the good or Piter DeVries toward the evil and dangerous side, I'd sure like to know which...'

Riverclone munches and sends a wordless message to Washie, 'Dune, desert planet. Created by the mind of Frank Herbert. Mentat: human computer, created after the Butlerian jihad outlawed thinking machines.' Wash's head jerked up in reaction and she smiled wide, leaving her seat to crouch next to Riverclone, taking into her hand the one that doesn't hold a cookie.

Physical connection made, better enabling their thoughts to ride along with one another, Washie sends her, 'Thufir or Piter? And you know your answer is very important.'

What Washie receives is a mixture of both characters, perhaps a trifle more of the good than bad.

Standing straight, Wash looses her grip and pulls a brush from her pocket, sliding it through River's long mussed hair. The other girl tilts her head back the better to allow the grooming, humming softly what sounds like a lullaby, her thoughts meandering. Washie sends a summons to TRM, finds him busy as hell.

He hears her, however, and gives back a question as to how urgently she needs him. 'You know that surprise I told you to expect? Come to the cryogenic storage area lab. There's someone here you need to meet.'

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 11:08 AM

MCQ

As things in the common room return more or less to normal with repairs and clean-ups, McQ decides to check other sections of the 'tree for damages. He departs down a corridor when suddenly he has a strange, unfamiliar thought appear in his mind.

He pauses in the hallway and shakes his head to clear up his line of thinking, but the thought doesn't go way. Suddenly it's not just a thought but more like an intense amount of pressure in his brain along with a warning. A high pitch ringing tone fills his head along with the words encriped message: "Directive 7 violated - prepare to shutdown".

McQ searches his internal database for "Directive 7" and comes up with a classified notice. He takes his right hand and slams his head to get this possible malfunction to stop. For now it does. "I need to get to a computer," he says to himself so he can download what's in his mind and see what's going on with him. He wanders along the corridor until he comes upon a computer lab of some sort. He finds one with a sizable screen and in a Robocop fashion, flicks out an extention in his right wrist and slides it into the computers input jack. He downloads files he has stored within his memory bank into the computer and searches for "Directive 7". Again he comes upon a classified notice but also a password request icon pops up. Using one that's encryped within his memory bank, McQ manages to override the classified screen to find out exactly what "Directive 7" means.

Searching a little further, McQ learns that "Directive 7" is a shutdown order for when he or other cyborgs turn against Alliance troops and forces them to shutdown. It could be activated remotely in case of an escape is attempted. "Hmmm," McQ says and disconnects himself from the computer, which returns to its desktop screen as he does so.

"If this 'Directive 7' was suddenly activated, then somehow they know I'm still alive - they might now where I am and may be tracking me," McQ thinks to himself outloud. "This can't be good for the crew of this ship. My presence may be endangering them. I need to find their leader and inform them of my findings."

He exits the computer room and heads back to the common room, a little more rushed this time. Some of those in the common room turn to McQ as they hear him thumping loudly down the corridor. "Which one of you is in charge?" he asks urgently. "I need to speak with a commanding officer. You all may be in danger."

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:50 PM

JADEHAND

*JadeHand remains in the infirmary. He assists with the work required for the patients as much as he can. Changing IV's, recording vitals, and moving food trays in and out until everyone who is able has eaten. Still exhausted and barely able to think, he makes a report to SimonWho and requests he check on Seryn when he's able.

JadeHand shuffles out of the door moving from wall to wall in an attempt to stay verticle. He moves through the common room, and behind the bar, through to the brewery where he begins checking the vats and making repairs to areas that were damaged by wayward rounds. He clears the violated vats of their contents, cleans them, patches them and begins fresh brewing. He knows the crew aren't exactly in the mood for much celebrating, but decides it's best to be ready when they are. After running a thourough check up to confirm all is running smoothly, he pours several bottles from a keg of rum, slips them into his bag and stops by the bar for a bucket of ice before returning to his room.

There he pours the first glass and drinks it quickly. He undresses and showers. The warmth of the water refreshing his body, but not yet his mind. He towels off and returns to his room where he promptly passes out his bed, managing to barely cover himself before he drifts off to what he hopes is a few days of sleep.*

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:51 PM

LIGHTMEDARK

he lies on the table, his convulsions mostly under control. Occasionaly he mutters something about the number fourty-two interspersed with seemingly meaningless phrases which often contradict eachother. Something like a wave of calm seems to overtake him when mai is laid next to him in the infirmary.

elsewhere...

he opens his eyes to find himself floating in a dark maelstrom, an amalgamut of dark, sickly gray and infinite black malice. but there is light. he turns to it, begins willing his way towards it, inching. the light is new but familiar, refreshing. he longs for it, hearing its almost-whispers, it's seeming promise of his own completion.

he begins to near it. the light's source is now evident and only brings the longing to bear even more sharply upon him, welling desire. the light...

it's mai.

he's almost to her now, can almost reach out, touch her sweet, shining face. overwhelmed with excitement, he moves to fulfill his need.

his outstretched hand, straining towards her, tingles as it comes nigh. he can feel the warmth emanating from her, the joy spreading to-

pain wracks his body. incomprehensible noise nearly blasts his consciousness from him as the light - his longing and his desire, his hope - is snuffed out, collapsing in on itself as a nova, like that now exploding pain and loss and suffering ten-fold through him.

then, all is quiet. he would weep if he had eyes, would cry out in anguish if he had lips to part, but there is naught there of him left, just his lack. lack of that which is good. lack of hope of happy endings, lack of purpose, of direction...

direction. he clings on to this with the desperation of one fighting for its very survival. direction. mai. his light.

he gathers himself, and sets off with his only purpose, the purpose that will save him. he will find mai.

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:17 PM

SAFEAT2ND

Safe shakes the First Officer's hand(TRM). He had a lot he wanted to talk to TRM about but it was obvious he was busy. Safe made a mental note to catch up with him later.

Bride7 had walked off in a huff, Bride6 was taken to the infirmary as was Needy which left Citizen and the two little ones.

"Citizen, you might as well have a look around. I'm going to secure the shuttle and help tidy up here a bit. But at some point you have fill me in on some details."

Safe turns and looks down at the stow-aways. Scooping them up one by one with his good arm, he hoists them onto a nearby crate. Easing out of his jacket, he drapes it over their shoulders.

"I'm going to help here a bit, then I need you to tell how and why you came to be in the back of that shuttle." Safe says as he rips off the blood soaked left sleeve of his shirt, using it to clumsily dress the wound in his arm.

Seeing the worried look in thier eyes, Safe offers a kind smile. "You're safe here. These folks are good people. We'll get things squared away soon enough."

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:25 PM

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Originally posted by McQ:

He exits the computer room and heads back to the common room, a little more rushed this time. Some of those in the common room turn to McQ as they hear him thumping loudly down the corridor. "Which one of you is in charge?" he asks urgently. "I need to speak with a commanding officer. You all may be in danger."

*Looking up as McQ walks in*
'Damn, another new guy?' N0Skillz thinks to himself.

"Your prolly gonna wanna speak to TRM, I believe he was headed to one of the cargo bays." N0S says as he points in the direction of it, then hands McQ a comm link "You can call him on the comm link if you want?"

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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:52 PM

Shadow and Ghost walked off the craft not hearing the conversations around them, their eyes looking at their new surroundings. Blood, Bodies, Broken furniture, and Machine parts were strewn about. Pulling her sister tighter to her Shadow turned her attention away from the gore and to the new adults. She still wasn't sure this was safe. She still wasnt't sure about anything. No she was sure about two things. She would protect Ghost and they were in deep trouble.

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Originally posted by safeat2nd:
Safe turns and looks down at the stow-aways. Scooping them up one by one with his good arm, he hoists them onto a nearby crate. Easing out of his jacket, he drapes it over their shoulders.

"I'm going to help here a bit, then I need you to tell how and why you came to be in the back of that shuttle." Safe says as he rips off the blood soaked left sleeve of his shirt, using it to clumsily dress the wound in his arm.

Seeing the worried look in thier eyes, Safe offers a kind smile. "You're safe here. These folks are good people. We'll get things squared away soon enough."

Shadow sat on the crate holding Ghost close. Captain Safe seemed like a good guy, and that lady Bride Bobbi seemed nice too, oh and Mr. Needy who was sick, he seemed like a good guy, but even good adults didn't always treat kids good.

Shadow watched as Safe went to help then slid off the crate pulling Ghost after her. "Come on Ghost, maybe if we help they won't get rid of us."
Quietly the two young sisters followed Safe.

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 2:55 PM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

*The sudden burst of the opening infirmary doors shakes Kelly from her reverie and she watches as more injured people are brought in, some carried, some walking, albeit slowly. Jadehand is rushing like a madman, helping all he can, and Kelly feels guilty for sitting by Ath's side. Suddenly she feels very hungry, and she leaves to go to the kitchen with the vague notion that perhaps others could use some food as well.

Kelly reaches the kitchen and begins preparing light snacks that are easily eaten while doing other work. Tea sandwiches, assorted fruits, homemade potato chips, as well as canteens of iced tea, lemonade and fruit juice soon line the counters, ready for those who need them. Jade pops in every few minutes with new orders, and Kelly works diligently to ensure everyone has what they want. In the back of her mind, Ath's pale face is a constant, but Kelly concentrates on the task at hand, humming a snatch of Elvish tune to keep her heart at ease.

It takes a full minute before Kelly realizes she is being watched, and she chides herself for not being more alert. She turns to speak to the watcher, but at first sees nothing. Then she glances down and sees a tiny girl, barely noticeable in all the commotion going on in the common room. The girl promptly runs away, and Kelly sets down her butter knife to go find her.

Kelly looks everywhere in the common room, but the girl has vanished like a ghost. She is just about to head back to the kitchen when she sees the girl perched on a crate, clinging to a larger girl.

"Aiya, little one. Did the food smell good in my kitchen?" Kelly asks.

The little girl gives a barely perceptable nod, her eyes wide as saucers as she looks at Kelly's flowing dress and pointed ears.

"Tell me, do you like cookies? I could really use some help making some lembas, and you both have the perfect sized hands for baking."

The older one nods this time, but glances over at a soldier straightening up in a shuttle. He looks up, noticing Kelly, and she makes gestures to let him know she's taking them to the kitchen. After his nod, Kelly holds out her hands.

"Come, little ghosts. I have all kinds of good food for you to try."

"I'm not Ghost," the older one says, finally finding her voice.

"Hmm?"

"I'm not Ghost. She's Ghost. I'm Shadow."

"Ah! Á tulë yo ni, come with me, Shadow and Ghost. I'm KellyofLuthien. Do you like chocolate or vanilla ice cream better?"

The girls look at each other, hop off the crate, and each grab one of Kelly's hands as she leads them to the kitchen.

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 5:07 PM

MCQ

McQ takes the comm link and turns to head towards the cargo bay. Holding the comm link in his right hand, he attempts to contact TRM to let him know he's coming with urgency. Unfortunately McQ isn't yet accustomed to the strength of his new limbs and accidentally crushes the link as he attempts to speak into it.

"TRM...do you--" *crunch*

McQ looks at the now broken comm link in his big metallic hands for a second with a puzzled look, then tosses it aside. He feels it's important to find TRM quickly so instead of running he decides to activate his jetback on "hover" mode so he can glide through the corridors. Once he reaches the cargo bay, he looks around to see if he can find TRM.

"TRM? Are you here? I have urgent news to tell you. Your crew may be in danger..."

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 5:13 PM

Ghost followed after her sister then stopped suddenly as delicious smells wafted out of a room along the way, following the smells she peeked in to a large kitchen. A lady was in the room, a very pretty lady that reminded Ghost a little of someone she couldn’t quite remember. The woman turned and looked right at her. Ghost turned and ran.

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It takes a full minute before Kelly realizes she is being watched, and she chides herself for not being more alert. She turns to speak to the watcher, but at first sees nothing. Then she glances down and sees a tiny girl, barely noticeable in all the commotion going on in the common room. The girl promptly runs away, and Kelly sets down her butter knife to go find her.

Shadow had not walked far when she realized Ghost was gone. Turning quickly she retraced her steps back to the crate when Ghost ran into her. Seeing the mix of fear and panic in her sister’s eyes Shadow lifted her back up on to the crate, jumping up to sit beside her and began to try to calm her and find what happened. The answer came a minute later in the form of a beautiful lady, with a flowy dress and pointed ears.

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Kelly looks everywhere in the common room, but the girl has vanished like a ghost. She is just about to head back to the kitchen when she sees the girl perched on a crate, clinging to a larger girl.

"Aiya, little one. Did the food smell good in my kitchen?" Kelly asks.

The little girl gives a barely perceptable nod, her eyes wide as saucers as she looks at Kelly's flowing dress and pointed ears.

"Tell me, do you like cookies? I could really use some help making some lembas, and you both have the perfect sized hands for baking."

The older one nods this time, but glances over at a soldier straightening up in a shuttle. He looks up, noticing Kelly, and she makes gestures to let him know she's taking them to the kitchen. After his nod, Kelly holds out her hands.

"Come, little ghosts. I have all kinds of good food for you to try."

"I'm not Ghost," the older one says, finally finding her voice.

"Hmm?"

"I'm not Ghost. She's Ghost. I'm Shadow."

"Ah! Á tulë yo ni, come with me, Shadow and Ghost. I'm KellyofLuthien. Do you like chocolate or vanilla ice cream better?"

The girls look at each other, hop off the crate, and each grab one of Kelly's hands as she leads them to the kitchen.

Shadow looked over to her younger sister, who was now gazing adoringly up at Ms. Luthien. She knew the lady had won her sister’s adoration with the promise of food and ice cream. It had been days since they had had a decent meal, actually the last thing she could remember them eating was an apple and a hunk of bread that she had taken from a vendor on Boros, but that was two days ago, before they had snuck on the shuttle.

Which reminded her, she really should go back on the shuttle and get her and Ghost’s backpacks. All their belongings were in those two small bags.

But first she would eat, her eyes widened as she saw and smelled all the food as they entered the kitchen, erasing all thoughts of their situation and the explaination she was going to have to give when Captain Safe returned.

Looking over at Ghost she nodded then looked up at KellyofLuthien, “Ghost and Me would like both, please.”, Then pausing for a moment she spoke again, “And two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with milk to drink please Ms. Luthien”

April (AKA Shadow and Ghost)

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Thursday, March 16, 2006 9:09 PM

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ScorpionRegent wrote:
“Where I come from, burial at sea, in space, under the ground, on a fire, it's still a dead body. If we don't get them off the ship then we might all wind up swimming in space. Well, that's my opinion. But you know me. I like to err on the of safety."

With the "you know me" TRM realizes that "Warren" is the Scorpion Regent that was ready to throw the popcorn machine out the airlock. His eyes tighten up slightly.

TheRealMe, who holds no grudge, rubs the eyelash out of his eye to loosen them up. “Oh, and Warren, you might be interested to know that I’ve installed emergency cut-off switches in most areas of the Sereni-Tree, where power can be shut off in the case of dangerous appliances running amok. And yes, I agree that the personal effects of these prison warriors, these slave-soldiers, should be tossed out as well.”

The three work for a short time, dragging slave-soldiers to the cargo airlock chamber. Soon, TheRealMe wipes the perspiration from his forehead touches a control on the wall. The inner door of the cargo airlock slides shut, though it has a window through which one can look. Then he hits a different control. The outer door of the cargo airlock opens, and all the slave-soldiers are blown out into space, tumbling and spinning into the distance. He hits the same control again, and the outer doors begin to close.

“Well, that’s done!”

Sparky arrives, as do six DRDs. They start collecting other bodies, moving them to a specially prepared cargo container that has been fitted with an auto beacon.

TheRealMe calls out, “Are any Yeti bodies there? We will retain those until the surviving Yeti are done with their rituals.”

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Seryn wrote:
In the end she grows frustrated, and wanders off to find something to do, finding herself, eventually, back in the cargo bay.

'hey all ...Whats going on?'

“Greetings, Seryn!” Seryn does not quite understand. Before long, it is clear that Seryn has suffered hearing loss.

TheRealMe fiddles with his com-link. It starts displaying a hologram. Soon every word that TheRealMe speaks is written out above his head, displayed in a hologram. “IS THIS BETTER, SERYN?” she reads.

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Standing straight, Wash looses her grip and pulls a brush from her pocket, sliding it through River's long mussed hair. The other girl tilts her head back the better to allow the grooming, humming softly what sounds like a lullaby, her thoughts meandering. Washie sends a summons to TRM, finds him busy as hell.

In the cargo bay, TheRealMe stops his work and cocks his head, as if hearing something that nobody else can sense.

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He hears her, however, and gives back a question as to how urgently she needs him. 'You know that surprise I told you to expect? Come to the cryogenic storage area lab. There's someone here you need to meet.'

TheRealMe mutters… “In the cryo… No, she couldn’t have revived Bride1, could she? Or worse, the FemaleReaver? No, there’s certainly not enough left of either of them to pose a danger! Who, then?” These words are, of course, repeated in holo-writing above his head.

TheRealMe’s com-link beeps.

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McQ wrote:
"TRM...do you--" *crunch*

Before long, the cyborg McQ flies into the cargo bay using a built-in jet pack.

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"TRM? Are you here? I have urgent news to tell you. Your crew may be in danger..."

TheRealMe waves, and holograms above his head repeat his words, “Yes, here I am, McQ! What is the problem?” Realizing how silly he looks, TheRealMe turns off the holographic effect.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 12:47 AM

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“Greetings, Seryn!” Seryn does not quite understand. Before long, it is clear that Seryn has suffered hearing loss.

TheRealMe fiddles with his com-link. It starts displaying a hologram. Soon every word that TheRealMe speaks is written out above his head, displayed in a hologram. “IS THIS BETTER, SERYN?” she reads.

Oh! thats absolutely brilliant! Thank you! Can all the communication devices do that? If they can, then that means...'

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TheRealMe stops his work and cocks his head, as if hearing something that nobody else can sense.

She stops talking, looking round to all the other people to see who is speaking, all as puzzled as she is, then she spots a very welcome sight...

'SR! oh, gods, I thought you'd gone forever! How do you do that, the disappearing thing, when...?'
She walks as quickly as she can, trying not to run, and hesitates, but only briefly, before hugging him tightly around the waist.
In her mind a dry little voice mutters: well, good to see that the tiredness and the hormones arn't making an idiot out of you.. and she looks down at her shoes, embaressed at her outburst, until he hugs her back briefly and she breaks away.
She goes to speak, but at that point TRM starts to mumble and the flickering of words abovce his head capture her attention.

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“In the cryo… No, she couldn’t have revived Bride1, could she? Or worse, the FemaleReaver? No, there’s certainly not enough left of either of them to pose a danger! Who, then?”

She goes to ask what he means, what could be happening, and if he needs her help, but again, TheRealMe’s com-link beeps.

He listens to the comm, seeming to be puzzled, then they watch as McQ, veers into the room, he yells something that she can't catchs, and TRM answers him, the words flickering up, until he cuts them off and the rest of the conversation is lost to her.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 1:36 AM

CITIZEN

Citizen caught a brief look at CallMeSerenity.
"Hold on." He said staring after her. "Are those, are those wings?" He said. He broke in to a run to catch up too her. "Hold up, have you ever considered a career in show-buissiness?"

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Friday, March 17, 2006 4:06 AM

*Serenity turns around as she hears Citizen's voice.*

Show business? I'm a gardener, not a freak show act! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a very pregnant gardener.

If you'll excuse me...

*She heads off to the kitchen. She walks in to find two little girls baking with Kelly.*

Kelly! Who are your new helpers?

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Friday, March 17, 2006 4:22 AM

When he realizes that he's leaving Seryn out of the conversation, TheRealMe feels guilty and re-activates the holographic word balloon feature on his com-link.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 4:48 AM

SIMONWHO

*finishes up work on his last patient*

Right. Everyone's stable. They need time to recover before I can think about doing anything else to help them. I think I'm done.

*looks at the infirmary's door expectantly*

Phew.

*clambers up on top of one of the medical beds and lies down*

I'm going to have a nice lonnnnnng sleep now. Only wake me in the case of a dire medical emergency, the ship being on fire or a new series of Firefly being announced. Anyone who disturbs me with a grazed shin or a cut finger will have their ailment cured by means of amputation.

*wraps blanket around himself*

*mumbles*

*snores*

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Friday, March 17, 2006 5:52 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
When he realizes that he's leaving Seryn out of the conversation, TheRealMe feels guilty and re-activates the holographic word balloon feature on his com-link.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

SR being a quick study switches his comlink to subtitle mode and taps Seryn on the shoulder.

"Capt'n you trust me, yes?"

Seryn reads and nods yes.

"I saw somebody do something the last time I was here and I think it will help."

SR Sweeps Seryn off her feet and gives her a intense kiss. Her sets her back on a even keel and instantly recieves a smack across the jaw from Seryn. SR takes the punch in stride and holds up a hand. Seryn pauses and watches as SR captures the newly created kissie. He then points at something over Seryn's right shoulder. As she turns to look SR shoves the kissie into her left ear.

Scorpion Regent

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Friday, March 17, 2006 7:01 AM

*Smelling the food from the kitchen, N0Skillz and his large feline compainion stroll into the kitchen to find Kelly, CMS and 2 young girls in there with some yummy smelling things in the oven*

"I seem to be at a little loss of what to do with myself. Maybe i'll start with helping y'all "move" some of this food around" N0Skillz emphizes the word 'move' with the quotation mark fingers.

"Oh and who are these two youngsters?" Looking at the two girls.

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Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 17, 2006 7:16 AM

She gasps, clapping a hand over her ear, a series of pops, tiny squeaking working in time to the movement of her head as she turns to look to TRM, the to the others in the room, then back at SR. A buzzing noise starts, then just as quickly stops, and with a final sensation like surfacing from deep water, her ear clears, and alll the little minute noises filter in.

She closes her eyes, happy, excited little breaths, and a big beaming smile grows upon her face.

Opening her eyes again, she smiles at everyone she can see. Raising a tentative fingers to the other ear, expecting the same to happen for it. But it doesn't.

'Oh' she breathes, and looks up to SR, a little light of mischeviousness glinting.
Quickly before he can stop her, she raises a hand and smacks him once more.

Again, he takes it, but this time rubs his jaw a little 'and what was that one for?'

'An advance' and to the obvious bemusement of the others, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him, with all the hollywood style she can muster.

TRM turns and throws a questioning look over his shoulder at Soul, who simply shrugs, and watches as kissie after kissie flutters up into the air.

After a few more moments than was strictly necessary, they break away from each other, SR panting slightly. Seryn already intent on capturing one of the little flitting creatures. She hands one to him and lets him apply it to her ear. Then catching up a sheet, sets to capturing the rest.

Once all are contained in the improvised bag, she turns to the men.

'Sorry, sorry for the interruption, please, you where talking about something. While... well, nevermind, I had an idea. Please, continue, I have something to do'
she smiles her most dazzling smile, so happy she could almost burst. Crossing back over to SR, she pull his head down to her height again, kisses him lightly on the cheek in heartfelt thanks then whispers lightly in his ears.

'deus ex machina I believe'

and laughing slightly to herself, runs back to the infirmary.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 7:34 AM

As she hits the common room, she slows, her new burst of energy flagging a little, but the sheer giddiness arising from her hearing being back carries her through.

She moves through the common room slowly, looking out for people too stubborn to go to the infirmary. Spotting one, she crosses to him, and throwing out another dazzling smile, introduces her self.

'hi, i'm Seryn, and you are?' With out waiting for a reply, she grabs a kissie from the sheet, catches hold of his left hand, removes the makeshift bandage from his arm, throwing him a mock-stern look at the same time, and places the kissie over the most damaged looking area.

It works with less efficiency than the others did, she guesses its because they worked best on the people who created them, but it works well enough, she can read in his eyes that it already hurts a little less.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?' He looks at her, a little freaked at her hyper friendly manner 'uh, Safe I...' She closes her eyes again, inhaling sharply, overjoyed to hear a voice in her ears again, then smiles at him a final time, and turns away, and heads to the infirmary.

Swinging round the doorpost, she holds out the sheet-bag, and announces in her clearest voice

'Fresh kissies to go! Who wants one?'

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Friday, March 17, 2006 10:13 AM

MCQ

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TheRealMe’s com-link beeps.

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McQ wrote:
"TRM...do you--" *crunch*

Before long, the cyborg McQ flies into the cargo bay using a built-in jet pack.

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"TRM? Are you here? I have urgent news to tell you. Your crew may be in danger..."

TheRealMe waves, and holograms above his head repeat his words, “Yes, here I am, McQ! What is the problem?” Realizing how silly he looks, TheRealMe turns off the holographic effect.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

McQ turns deactivates his jetpack and lands on the floor with a small metallic thud.

"Sir," he started speaking to TRM, "My inner program attempted to shut me down a short while ago. Apparently 'Directive 7' went into effect. This happens when I or other cyborgs turn against or cause damage/harm to other Alliance troops. If they were able to activate it remotely, then they must be tracking me - knowing I still function. I am unaware of any tracking devices or beacons installed within my metallic frame, yet if there is one to be found, the Alliance will know where to find me and would lead them directly to you all. If this 'Directive 7' should fail I may be equipped with self-destruct devices that may also harm your crew." McQ speaks with a steady yet low, slightly mechanical voice. Despite what he's telling TRM, McQ's voice remains calm.

"Knowing how they failed the previous battle, they'd come with more force until they've wiped every one of us out. The whole crew could be in grave danger as long as I'm on this ship."

McQ pauses a moment as TRM tries to take all this in. He's got enough on his mind already so the added drama is really not what TRM needs to hear.

"Sir," McQ starts again, "if you have a technical engineer aboard this ship, I suggest you have them scan me for tracking beacons or other devices that may be of harm to your crew. If I am going to stay aboard I don't want to be a threat, but rather an ally as I have my own personal agenda against the Alliance as well. I'm told you're in charge so I needed to inform you immediately."

TRM ponders for a moment before giving McQ his response...

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Friday, March 17, 2006 10:42 AM

*At the sight of the large cat, little Ghost tries to scramble into Serenity's lap. Unfortunately, there's not much room left on her lap, and Ghost ends up clinging to Serenity's leg instead.*

It's okay, sweetie! The cat won't hurt you. I promise.

Hey NOS, do you think maybe your friend could wait outside for now? The girls are still getting used to being here.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 11:06 AM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

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Kelly! Who are your new helpers?

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"Serenity, these are the two best lembas bakers I've seen outside of Lothlorien! I'd like to introduce you to Shadow and Ghost. Girls, this is CallMeSerenity, and she is a gardener and a true angel at heart. You can trust her. Aren't her wings pretty?"

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Friday, March 17, 2006 11:18 AM

*before the enterance of NOS.*

Well, hello! Very nice to meet you Shadow and Ghost. How wonderful of you to help Kelly! She could certainly use some good helpers.

Say, do you girls like apples? I think I've got some in here somewhere...*she fumbles through a few pockets and produces two shiny red apples.* Here! One for each of you!

*As the girls take the apples, CMS and Kelly exchange a look over their heads. They can tell that these girls have been through hard times and need all the care they can get.*

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Friday, March 17, 2006 11:18 AM

SAFEAT2ND

Safe gets to work lending his hand cleaning the rest of the rubble in front of the airlock.

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Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
He looks up, noticing Kelly, and she makes gestures to let him know she's taking them to the kitchen. After his nod, Kelly holds out her hands.

Safe watches them go. So small and alone, it just wasn't right. He shook his head sadly, then bent back to his task.

Before long, most of the rubble was arranged in organized piles, there was something to be said for a military lifestyle, and the blood washed up.

Safe stood off to the side taking a small break. With the help of a protruding piece of metal, he had torn off his other sleeve and was using it to mop his forehead. A voice at his shoulder causes him to pause.

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'hi, i'm Seryn, and you are?' With out waiting for a reply, she grabs a kissie from the sheet, catches hold of his left hand, removes the makeshift bandage from his arm, throwing him a mock-stern look at the same time, and places the kissie over the most damaged looking area.

It works with less efficiency than the others did, she guesses its because they worked best on the people who created them, but it works well enough, she can read in his eyes that it already hurts a little less.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?' He looks at her, a little freaked at her hyper friendly manner 'uh, Safe I...' She closes her eyes again, inhaling sharply, overjoyed to hear a voice in her ears again, then smiles at him a final time, and turns away, and heads to the infirmary.

Safe flexes his left arm. It still hurt like a bugger, but at least now he could use it again. Tying the bandage back in place, he sets to organizing the ISSCV.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, March 17, 2006 11:33 AM

SAFEAT2ND

Not knowing if there were any spare rooms, Safe was perfectly happy with the prospect of using the ISSCV as his living quarters. Plus it was built to house up to twenty soldiers on a long term missions, so there was room for Needy Citizen and the moppets, if push came to shove.

Satisfied that everthing was in order, Safe heads off in search of the little ones. He follows the smell of food to the kitchen and he is rudely reminded by his stomach that he hasn't easten in a long time.

Sidestepping a large cat, Safe leans against the doorjam, absently cleaning his hands with his torn sleeve, silently absorbing the sights, sounds and smells of the kitchen.

Both Ghost and Shadow had flour in their hair and on their faces. Little mirrors of a grinning Kelly and Serenity.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 11:45 AM

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*At the sight of the large cat, little Ghost tries to scramble into Serenity's lap. Unfortunately, there's not much room left on her lap, and Ghost ends up clinging to Serenity's leg instead.*

It's okay, sweetie! The cat won't hurt you. I promise.

Hey NOS, do you think maybe your friend could wait outside for now? The girls are still getting used to being here.

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

*Laughing N0Skillz whispers in his companions ear, and stroking the cats head, as it turns to walk out*

"Sorry bout that, forgot not everyones as comfortable around him as me. "

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Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 17, 2006 12:15 PM

CITIZEN

Citizen wandered into the Kitchen after taking in some more of the ship. He circled the room, taking mental notes.
"Nice Kitchen." He said finally. "You know I've got this great recipe for Chinchilla Enchilladas if anyones interested." He started looking through the cuboards. "You know this place is well stocked, plenty of people need food around the rim, could turn a healthy profit."

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Friday, March 17, 2006 12:25 PM

'Kissies? Anyone? ...oh'

She looks around all of the beds, seeing all of the sleeping people. Sighing, she leaves the bag just inside the door, and writes a note on a paper towel warning of the contents, and telling all not to open it unprepared.

She leaves, thinking of heading back to the hold to help with whatever was going on there, but realises she really doesn't want to face SR so soon after her little 'display'. She also thinks about food, but realises more than anything else she wants to be clean.

Heading to the common room, she spots the large cat, and hunkers down infront of him. Tentatively she holds out a hand for him to smell, then gently rubs above his brow and his ears, waiting until a deep purr starts, and smiles.

'Anyone wants to know where I am, you point the way, ok guy?'

She heads back to the bay, retrieves her bag, and on a whim, the two suitcases. Deciding against her hammock in favor of a real bed, she heads for the nearest empty room to the common room. once inside she finds her music collection and sets it to play, feeds the rabbits, showers until she is wrinkly and falls into the bed along with much happy sighing.

In the infirmary, the kissies start to wriggle about. Their movements disloge the note, and it floats to the ground, lost amonst all the other disorganised equipment.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 12:54 PM

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Heading to the common room, she spots the large cat, and hunkers down infront of him. Tentatively she holds out a hand for him to smell, then gently rubs above his brow and his ears, waiting until a deep purr starts, and smiles.

*Shadow purrs deeply, rubbing his hand into her hand*

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'Anyone wants to know where I am, you point the way, ok guy?'

*The feline gives a shake of his head, and contents himself to cleaning while waiting for N0S*

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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 17, 2006 2:05 PM

Ghost was having fun, The nice elf lady had given them lots of good food and ice cream, and was letting her bake cookies all by herself. She liked it in this place, it was way less scary than the shuttle or the room with the blood all over the place. Reaching out a little hand she dipped her finger in the batter she was stirring and scooped out some cookie dough bringing the now sticky finger to her mouth.

No one in the kitchen noticed the new person enter until she spoke.

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*She heads off to the kitchen. She walks in to find two little girls baking with Kelly.*
Kelly! Who are your new helpers?

Ghost was startled by the new lady running to hide behind Kelly and Shadow.

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"Serenity, these are the two best lembas bakers I've seen outside of Lothlorien! I'd like to introduce you to Shadow and Ghost. Girls, this is CallMeSerenity, and she is a gardener and a true angel at heart. You can trust her. Aren't her wings pretty?"

Peeking out from behind her sister and Ms. Luthien, Ghost got a good look at the lady, She did have pretty wings.

Shadow looked at the new lady cautiously, as much as she liked Ms. Luthien, she wasn’t ready to let her guard down completely. Adults could be nice then turn on you in a second. Like at second foster family they were sent to. They had seemed nice until she had accidentally broken a lamp then they weren’t nice anymore. Rubbing her arm and remembering the broken arm that had been the first result of that particular incident she turned her attention back to the new lady. “Hello Ms. Serenity.” She said quietly.

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Well, hello! Very nice to meet you Shadow and Ghost. How wonderful of you to help Kelly! She could certainly use some good helpers.

Say, do you girls like apples? I think I've got some in here somewhere...*she fumbles through a few pockets and produces two shiny red apples.* Here! One for each of you!

*As the girls take the apples, CMS and Kelly exchange a look over their heads. They can tell that these girls have been through hard times and need all the care they can get.*

Shadow grinned, ice cream and cookies might be a great way to get Ghost’s attention but apples were her favorite. Easy to get, and easy to hide, they also were healthy, and made decent weapons if needed. She was starting to think this place.

Ghost came out from behind Kelly to smile after seeing Shadow’s smile, and took the apple. After eating it she heard the buzz of the oven and tugged on Kelly’s arm, Pointing to the oven.

“Oh the cookies are done Ms. Luthien.” Shadow said looking at her sister.

And with that the quartet began baking and cooking once again.

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*Smelling the food from the kitchen, N0Skillz and his large feline compainion stroll into the kitchen to find Kelly, CMS and 2 young girls in there with some yummy smelling things in the oven*

"I seem to be at a little loss of what to do with myself. Maybe i'll start with helping y'all "move" some of this food around" N0Skillz emphizes the word 'move' with the quotation mark fingers.

"Oh and who are these two youngsters?" Looking at the two girls.

Ghost jumped when the new guy entered dropping the bowl she was holding, batter spilling all over the floor as the bowl shattered. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at the newcomer and saw the large cat in the doorway. Fear overtook her as she ran to the nearest safe person.

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*At the sight of the large cat, little Ghost tries to scramble into Serenity's lap. Unfortunately, there's not much room left on her lap, and Ghost ends up clinging to Serenity's leg instead.*

It's okay, sweetie! The cat won't hurt you. I promise.

Hey NOS, do you think maybe your friend could wait outside for now? The girls are still getting used to being here.

Shadow glanced nervously at the man and cat before running to her sister and wrapped her arms around her to protect and calm her.

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*Laughing N0Skillz whispers in his companions ear, and stroking the cats head, as it turns to walk out*

"Sorry bout that, forgot not everyones as comfortable around him as me. "

“Ghost don’t like cats.” Shadow said actually she wasn’t fond of them herself, wasn’t fond much of guys either but she wasn’t telling the guy with the big cat this.

“Not everyone does.” N0Skillz said looking at the girl.

Ghost broke the silence that had decended upon the room by cautiously walking over to the man and tugging him over to the food.

“She wants you to help.” Shadow said seeing the confused look on the newcomers face.

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Not knowing if there were any spare rooms, Safe was perfectly happy with the prospect of using the ISSCV as his living quarters. Plus it was built to house up to twenty soldiers on a long term missions, so there was room for Needy Citizen and the moppets, if push came to shove.

Satisfied that everthing was in order, Safe heads off in search of the little ones. He follows the smell of food to the kitchen and he is rudely reminded by his stomach that he hasn't easten in a long time.

Sidestepping a large cat, Safe leans against the doorjam, absently cleaning his hands with his torn sleeve, silently absorbing the sights, sounds and smells of the kitchen.

Both Ghost and Shadow had flour in their hair and on their faces. Little mirrors of a grinning Kelly and Serenity.

April (AKA Ghost and Shadow)

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Friday, March 17, 2006 2:18 PM

JADEHAND

South Wing, 2nd floor, Just under the hanger bay:

*JadeHand stirs from his rest. He crawls out of bed and heads to the restroom. As he walks back into the bedroom he stops by the ice bucket, listens to the ice cube chime in his glass and pours a full glass of rum. He takes a seat on the other side of his bed and stares out into the blackness of space. The reflection of his still bare self on the window pane. He catches himself staring through his own eyes and searching the stars, his new sea. JadeHand has a long pull from his glass, and looks again. Searching for something to reveal itself to him like one of those old 3D pictures. He finds nothing. He finishes his glass and rolls over onto the bed, pulling a blanket over himself. Perhaps he'll feel something in the morning.*

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Friday, March 17, 2006 3:26 PM

*Serenity leans over to Shadow and whispers to her.*

You'll never guess what that big cat's name is!

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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Friday, March 17, 2006 6:43 PM

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"Sir," he started speaking to TRM, "My inner program attempted to shut me down a short while ago. Apparently 'Directive 7' went into effect. This happens when I or other cyborgs turn against or cause damage/harm to other Alliance troops. If they were able to activate it remotely, then they must be tracking me - knowing I still function. I am unaware of any tracking devices or beacons installed within my metallic frame, yet if there is one to be found, the Alliance will know where to find me and would lead them directly to you all. If this 'Directive 7' should fail I may be equipped with self-destruct devices that may also harm your crew." McQ speaks with a steady yet low, slightly mechanical voice. Despite what he's telling TRM, McQ's voice remains calm.

"Knowing how they failed the previous battle, they'd come with more force until they've wiped every one of us out. The whole crew could be in grave danger as long as I'm on this ship."

McQ pauses a moment as TRM tries to take all this in. He's got enough on his mind already so the added drama is really not what TRM needs to hear.

"Sir," McQ starts again, "if you have a technical engineer aboard this ship, I suggest you have them scan me for tracking beacons or other devices that may be of harm to your crew. If I am going to stay aboard I don't want to be a threat, but rather an ally as I have my own personal agenda against the Alliance as well. I'm told you're in charge so I needed to inform you immediately."

TRM ponders for a moment before giving McQ his response...

TheRealMe considers the situation. “Well, McQ, if you request sanctuary on this ship from the Alliance, then you shall have it. However, I am also intent on preventing damage or injury to this ship or its crew. For now, I suggest that you unload any ammunition, explosives, or other weapons of which you are aware, which we shall keep safe for you. That will lessen your ability to do us harm if you become controlled. Next, we must find you a Faraday cage so that radio signals cannot reach you. Two of our three regular engineers seem to be missing, and the third is conducting critical repairs to the ship. However, I have some experience in robotics, and I have a well-equipped lab. Perhaps I can perform the internal scans you requested.

"Oh, and you don't have to call me 'Sir'."

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 17, 2006 6:52 PM

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*Serenity leans over to Shadow and whispers to her.*

You'll never guess what that big cat's name is!

"Um...big scary cat? That'd be a good name for it." Shadow said without thinking as she reached across the counter to grab another apple.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 7:49 PM

CALLMEATH

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In the infirmary, the kissies start to wriggle about. Their movements disloge the note, and it floats to the ground, lost amonst all the other disorganised equipment.

*Ath wakes a mere half hour after he fell asleep.*

"Never was any good at taking naps, "he says to himself.

*Ath decides to get up and see how the ship and the crew are. After a brief but painful struggle, he manages to get to his feet. Walking rather crookedly out the door, he bumps into the bag of kissies that Seryn left out. At least a half dozen kissies jump out of the bag and latch onto Ath's heavily bandaged middle.

Ath feels a strange tingling sensation for a few seconds, then the kissies jump off to find someone else to help. He carefully unwraps the bandages to find that his wound has closed, and most of the pain is gone. While he's not going to be running in a marathon any time soon, it doesn't hurt to breath anymore.

Also, with the pain out of the way, Ath realizes he's hungry. He decides that since there are no alarms going off, the ship can wait for a bit. He heads off instead to the kitchen, where he sees Kelly, NoSkillz, Serenity, and a pair of young girls who look like sisters making cookies.*

"Mmm, that smells great! Are they ready yet?"

"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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Friday, March 17, 2006 8:12 PM