Quote:

---

"I currently have the Napoleon in shrunken mode hovering over the Leighton Docks spaceport, the nearest to where Serenity was abducted. I'm trying to match the ships there to the sketchy data that ThatWeirdGirl picked up when the mystery ship jumped in system. About a dozen candidates so far. It's also possible that they didn't park here, but then their journey back would be longer. I'll stay here as a backup, to try to intercept them if they try to make for orbit."

---

Quote:

---

"Hello. I've found their ship. It matches ThatWeirdGirl's description, and its engine core shows recent use. It's called Dagger. They landed it within sight of where our own Nelson had been parked. They must have been tailing us. Seems like the work of pros.”

"Anyway, I over-rode their security and got in. Nobody home. It's engines aren't even online, so they aren't planning to leave any time soon. They aren't bringing Serenity here. There is another destination for her that they had in mind.

"Say, here is a recent note about some kind of payment expected from a man named 'Heinz'. Does that mean anything to anybody?"

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:

Quote:

---

Originally posted by CallMeAth:

He turns to Soul and asks, "Is this everyone? Once the sequence is done, we're leaving."

---

Soul looks around at the group. Jazaf. Jake7. Safe. Ath. And the newest one, Needy. The show of help actually brings a smile to Soul's face.

"I think this is everyone, Ath. Let's go get Serenity."

______________________

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/

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by safeat2nd:
One of the captors yells out “You! Go get the guns from that ship on line!” The man indicated, slings his gun over his shoulder and scrambles through the Dagger’s hatch.

---

Quote:

---

citizen wrote: "Let's get moving, I've got a track on Seryn and we don't want them getting too far away, oh and take this." He said handing over a small compact sub-machinegun. "You can't ever have enough weapons."

---

Quote:

---

originally posted by Seryn ...through the arch Seryn sees the most welcome sight since Green & Blacks brought out their drinking chocolate. Serenity, sat in a chair towards the centre of the room. Seryn struggles, trying to give herself time to make sure that Serenity is pretty much unharmed. Apart from being tied to her seat she seems to be coping. Rather than scared the expression on her face seems to be defiant and controlled.

Seryn smiles, "it worked, the damn stupid plan worked!" as long as the others got there soon, she was close enough to Serenity for them to track down this building. She stops struggling, letting the guards pull her away, she even keeps still when they whack a strip of tape across her mouth.

She listens to the sound of the door shutting and the lock sliding into place, then slips her hands around in front of her, pulls the tape off her mouth and sits with her ear against the door, listening out and amusing herself by trying to remember the words to old pop songs and weighing up the merits of the various theories over what the island from Lost actually is

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by safeat2nd:
Heinz looks up from the cortex and notices that Serenity is awake.

“Glad to see you are finally back among the world of the living.” Heinz says with a nasty grin. “Now we can get down to business”

He is interrupted by a knock on the door. And a soldier enters.

“Excuse me sir, but we found a woman snooping around outside.”

---

Quote:

---

"She could have a satellite GPS device with her. It will do her no good. You think the Blue Sun would want anyone the least bit skilled at electronics snooping on one of their labs? Do you??” Heinz yells spraying spittle on the soldier “No they wouldn’t. This place is so shielded we could set off a large explosive in here and no one would be the wiser, you imbecile!! Now get out!”

---

Quote:

---

As the soldier turns to leave, Heinz casually pulls his gun and shoots the man in the back of the head. Two guards appear at the sound.

---

Quote:

---

Heinz thinks for a moment “A friend of the winged girl eh? Hmmm… Keep the other woman close. I may need her yet…”

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
On the Sereni-Tree:

After plotting some courses away from Garrison, just in case, TheRealMe leaves the Sereni-Tree’s Bridge. He turns right, and walks along the balcony overlooking the Common Room until he approaches the North Wing entrance. Then he takes some stairs down to the main level. He buzzes the door to Washie’s quarters. Presently, she opens the door.

“Hi, Washie. Can I come in? Since the Captain is paying attention again, I expect that I’ll have a bit more free time, so...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Washie stands facing The Real Him wrapped in her burgundy colored top sheet wiping sleep from her eyes. "Hey. Good ta see ya," she smiles as she opens the door. They sit on a bench at her table, her tucking the trailing end of the sheet between her breasts as he pretends not to watch.

"How's life been? I've enjoyed the heck outta my rest. Needed it more than I needed to deal with some of the shipboard intrigue. I do have some great ideas for a wedding present for the happy couple and baby gifts for those who are enceinte. Sometime in between naps somebody waved me a message about a choco-jacuzzi and a shopping trip. You get in on that action at all?"

TRM clears his throat, ignores the jacuzzi question and just says, "I've missed you. Good that you got the rest you needed but we could use your services as Ship's Counselor when you're of a mind to get back to work."

"Yeah? Ready to report to duty, Sir," Washie gives a poorly done salute owing to her using an elbow to keep the knot at her chest secured.

Washie raises one arm and yawns, her palm politely covering her mouth as she does. The First Officer and Ship's Counselor seem terribly drowsy all of a sudden, TRM yawns too and sways a little on the bench beside the touseled woman.

"Can I get you some tea or something? Sweet Buddha, but I'm fixin' to pass out here on this seat, don't know why, don't need anymore sleep, certainly. Can't imagine wha.." She ends the commentary on another yawn.

TRM stands up to catch Washie as she slumps down, her head caught on his arm instead of on the hard table it was aiming for. He carries her to the bed, his arms angling her feet down to be tucked beneath the comforter. She's sound asleep bunched up in the sheet she had earlier tucked around herself to answer him at the door.

TRM hesitates, warring with his concern for her modesty and her need for comfort, smiling as he realizes what she'd say about that, and takes that grinning thought as impetus to bend to her form, untucking the wine-colored sheet from her chest and unrolling the sleeping woman from the cocoon. Her hair is wrapped around her now after the sheet is half off, and in untangling her from the long strands, TRM accidentally awakens her.

Washie murmurs sleepily, smiles and pulls him down to the pillow next to her head. TRM feels more drowsy the closer he gets to the bed and suddently has neither the will nor the energy to rise. He fades from consciousness partially prone on the bed, booted feet hanging off the edge, his face pressed half on Washie's pillow, half into her neck, her wavy hair against his cheek.

They sleep. For almost a week.

~One week later~

TRM wakes to find himself naked, his clothes scattered hither and yon like so much flotsam and jetsam on the shores of Washie's quarters. If the state of his limbs twined with Washie's equally unclothed ones is any indication (and his memory tells him it certainly is), their chakras are likely in finer tune than even the last time they were in this bunk together.

He presses a good morning kind of kiss on her lips and waits for her to rouse. Nothing.
"Washie, ummmmm, time to get up, gotta figure out what day this is, for one thing, and what jobs we've both got left to claim, for another." The woman slumbers on. He checks her vital signs, sees nothing to indicate she's anything but sleeping. He carries her to the shower and turns it on both of them quite warm and pulsing. Washie inhales sharply and stretches in TRM's arms, finding her feet as she slides down his naked body under the stream.

She stands on tiptoe for a long kiss, murmuring, "G'morning," and gathers lather from the dispensor on the shower wall for some body cleansing. Looking up at the chronometer near the door TRM sees that it's been a full week since he rang the buzzer outside her door.

"Something's odd about this."

"Odd? You saying that you and me here are odd? 'Cause I was thinking we're fairly well, might even say evenly matched in a lot of ways, TRM, and if you need some more convincing, well then,"

"No, Honey," he laughs. "All the sleeping. Hell, you've been out cold for I don't know how long, even before I came to check on you and ended up Rip Van Winkleing in your bunk right with you."

Washie smiles slowly up at him, lathering luxuriously, and ventures, "Wasn't all sleeping, though, was it?" He catches her smile and his own broadens.

"No, no. You have the right of it. And no complaints here, don't want you to get the wrong idea, I'm nowhere near complaining. My chakras are more than happy with the sleeping. And with the after-sleeping. What with the twining and the holding and the...all of it."

Rinsing off, Washie steps out of the shower to give TRM time to himself. She grabs a thick towel for herself and hangs one on a wall hook for TRM. Absent mindedly toweling off, Wash pads barefoot from the shower room to her bedroom, yawning the closer she gets to the bed. When TRM finally comes from the shower, towels off and then dons his errant clothes from the floor as he goes, he reaches Washie's bed to find her adrift upon it, asleep again. Wrapping her in the comforter, he carries her out of the room down the hall, planning to take her to medical, maybe com them first to let them know her symptoms, get her a thorough check-up.

Casting one last wistful glance at the bunk and yawning again just before her door closes, TRM feels his memory of what they'd shared inside the cabin fading to black and by the time he leaves Washie in a side storage room that nobody ever goes into and closes, then locks the door behind him, he's completely forgotten that he did anything other than stand outside her cabin door for an entire week waiting for her to answer the buzzer. The man strides off down the corridor about his First Officer-type business.

Inside the Ship's Counselor's cabin, a faint miasma of blue emanates off the sheets and the bunk the pair had occupied for so many days and nights. It lingers close to the surface of the bed, sending up tendrils of sensual wanting and needful sleepiness. A small laugh is heard in the foggy vapor.

Washie sleeps on behind a locked storage room door down the hall, one arm tucked under her head for a pillow. The faintest blue haze wafts up from the comforter to drift around her eyes and nose.

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

Quote:

---

Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
Wisp hobbles after Noskills and Jade but quickly loses ground. He stops and crouches to the floor.
"Are we gonna have to leave you?" says Jade halfway down the corridor

"No. Give me two ticks" Wisp looks at the blood seeping from his leg. "Blood loss is low Femeral Arteries intact" He then pulls the Blade from his leg with an obvious wince and throws it to one side. He puts his hands in one of the lower pockets on his jeans and removes a small aerosol can with a thin wire attached to the head.
"What the hells that?" asks Noskills
"Everything a hole in the thigh needs, Artifical clotting, Antibiotics and most important...Pain killers" He sticks the wire into the wound and sprays shouting and writhing in pain as he does it. He then stands up puts the can in his pocket and picks up the sword. "she'll want this back" He checks his power cell on this pulse rifle then nods to Jade and the crew continue down the hall

---

Quote:

---

"Just point that bit at them and pull the trigger."

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by safeat2nd:
"Safe looks at the faces assembled and gets the answer he was hoping for, put to voice by Soul.

"Time for action. I'm not sitting here while my wife and child are in danger, and not one of you can stop me." Soul says glaring at them, daring anyone to argue.

"You'll not get an argument out of us." Safe says and the others nod in agreement. "It just needed to be said is all. It's not like we were going to sit idly by. The ISSCV is here, we can take that, but you have to let the rest of us help."

Jake7, Jazaf and Needy run in. Soul takes a deep breath and looks at the faces around him. With the exception of the strangers Safe and Needy, these were his friends and more importantly, Serenity's friends. The worry was evident on their faces too. His eyes settle on Ath. Seeing his own grim faced determination mirrored on his future brother-in-law's face made up his mind.

"Ok, but we have to move fast. I don't want the trail to get cold."

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
*He grabs at her, tears at her shirt, and she acts without thinking. She pulls her hands free of the ropes, stabs up with her knife with all her strength, piercing Heinz' throat, then pulls the blade across, using both hands. He clutches at his throat, at her wrists, her arms, her neck, his hands scrambling for some hold as the blood pours from the wound. Serenity fights back, stabbing at his wrists as his hands clench around her throat. Finally, his grip loosens and he falls forward onto her. She shoves at him and he slides to the floor.*

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by cozen:
*Sobering up as best he can, cozen suggests to LMD:*

Ought we not immediately volunteer for anything TWG asks?

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by seryn:

She stands, idly kicking the man in the gut, and wonders what they do next.

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul drops from the ISSCV, falling the distance to the tarmac and landing in a roll. Bring up his bow, he fires an arrow through the shin of a retreating gunman. The man collapses to the ground in pain, and Soul hears a voice cry out.

Quote:

---

Originally posted by safeat2nd:
One of the captors yells out “You! Go get the guns from that ship on line!” The man indicated, slings his gun over his shoulder and scrambles through the Dagger’s hatch.

---

If they get those guns online, this fight is gonna get a bit too messy.

Soul looks around at the confusion and makes a break for the Dagger.

---

Quote:

---

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*comm* I got a cruiser coming in for Commerce. Jake7’s got her in sights, but that’s just one gun. I need some help here...my sky’s gonna get crowded again....I don’t like that!

Shadow, hon? Can you press that green button over there. It’s a buzzer for Tre...she’ll know what it means.

Ah bugger, I left the comm on...sorry. *comm off*

---