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Originally posted by Bluefishie:
*still reeling from all the action around her, Bluefishie stands in the same room as she had been in before, looking around, dazed*

"...where's the medical room? I don't wanna stay alone..."

*sits down, waiting for someone to come back so she can follow someone as to not get lost*

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
A FEW HOURS EARLIER:

"...so she'll be sure to come eventually to taunt me or kill me." TheRealMe then points to a location on the Sereni-Tree deckplans. "This is a half-deck below the West Wing. It's for machinery, maintenance corridors, air ducts, and the like. You'll be waiting here, directly below my quarters, with all the firepower that we have left. Collect your people quietly, in person, no e-mails. If she survives the laser barrage, you blast her again. If we can keep her confused and off-balance, she might phase down through the floor again to escape, and that would mean..."

Soul smiles. "That would mean that she would phase outside the ship completely."

"And be caught in the raging turmoil of hyperspace. If it didn't destroy her, then most likely she would fall out of hyperspace to some other destination than Sereni-Tree, where she would be caught in a vacuum."


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree




OOC: Well, McQ, if I related the plan FIRST, then we would have lost the element of suspense in that last scene. I'm sure that everyone was concerned that TheRealMe was a gonner! Oh, nobody cared? Oh, and if someone has an alternate plan, it could be incorporated. The important bit though is that FemaleReaver should be outsmarted. She's too clever to fall in a frontal assault, unless we have OVERWHELMING firepower.

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Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:
*Looks around, and, finding no one rushing in to see if he is ok, BC goes to the footlocker at the end of his bed and pulls out his blood stained pants*

"huh... *grimaces* well... better 'n these hospital fits..."
*pulls his pants on under the hospital gown and then looses the offending piece of "clothing" he also notices his shirt, with the giant hole where his heart and lung should have been*

"huh... wonder how I actually managed to survive that one..."

*shudders and decides to forgo that somewhat... morbid... line of thought, and that article of cloathing as well, and begins to make his way, slowly, to his bunk, holding a hand over the wrap around bandage that is going across his cheast and the neatly stitched togather skin over his heart, and, if the tight feeling in his shoulder is any indication, the duplicate set of stitches in his back. Rounding a corner, BC stops dead in his tracks as he sees a rather dazed... and, more importantly blood covered Bluefishie sitting with her back against a wall, one that happens to have a tear, as if from a sword, in it, and a massive pool of blood under it... Seeing this, BC rushes into the room and slides to the ground next to Fishie, not knowing what to say, he sits in silence with her*

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Originally posted by Bluefishie:
"Guess that's your rapid healing ability? Can't think that I helped much..."

*grins*

"I think maybe we both should at least change our clothes."

*stands up and looks down at her bloody feet*

"And clean up...nasty bare feet are no fun..."

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Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:
OOC: Realy now ladies, please, young, impressionable, college level ears here yeah, like I haven't drank anything yet

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
You've got 5 months. Get crackin'.

Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep

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heh, right, I'll get right on it

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Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:
After takeing a long, hot shower and changeing into some clean clothes, BC'07 makes his way to the bridge and looks over the co-ords input into the jump station... looking again, he sees his eyes weren't deceving him and punches the overhead com unit on the consoule next to the jump point

"BC'07 to... EVERYBODY!!! I need to call a meeting right now about where we're headed... FemaleReaver screwed us but GOOD..."

gets off the com unit and begins to pace like a caged panther...

oh hell we are SCREWED... I can't belive even someone like the female reaver would send us there...

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe gravely considers BrownCoat2007’s discovery. So, it seems that shortly after dropping out of hyperspace at our destination, ship defenses and engines would be shorted out, after docking with a Reaver-filled planetoid. This could not be allowed to happen, especially since the crew of Sereni-Tree has been under pretty constant peril for the last six or eight threads, ever since the time of the Second Gala Pageant. The war between the Immortals and the Octagonal Order, Mai-quest3, the return of FemaleReaver… Too much peril! Some breathing time is essential.

He brings in ScorpionRegent, Jet, Wisp, TheGreyJedi (if he is still around) and anyone else who has demonstrated significant technical expertise. Various options and ideas are discussed (and please do so in succeeding posts!).

TheRealMe spends a lot of time on the bridge, working at a console there, modeling possible outcomes and attempting to undo FemaleReaver’s sabotage, with only partial success.

Suddenly, TheRealMe smiles, and glances up. “Ah ha! I got it! The damage from the sabotage only occurs AFTER we drop out of hyperspace! Hmmm… Well, without Static, Ath, or Bride5 available, I suppose that we don’t have a dedicated pilot.” TheRealMe climbs up from the bridge level into the pilot dome and squeezes himself into the cockpit. All around him is an unobstructed view of the raw, swirling, mind-bending un-reality that is hyperspace. He tries not to look at it. He touches a few controls on the pilot’s console and many displays come to life. He activates communications. Then he grabs the control grips on either side of the chair.

“Bride4? This is Me. Are you still in Engineering?”

“Jet here. Yes, I am.”

“I’d like to bring the main maneuver drive online. Push it up to maximum thrust. That’s what, 20, 30 gees?”

Jet sounds dubious. “But we’re still in hyperspace. That won’t change our course or anything. It can only impart a velocity to the ship with respect to normal space.”

“Yes. And so, if we run the maneuver drive now for a day or so, when we finally do drop back into normal space…”

“We’ll appear, from nowhere, with our velocity conserved. Suddenly, the ship will be moving at a hell of a clip. Even if those engines are disabled at drop-out. Smart.”

“Right. If anyone is waiting for us, maybe we’ll be too fast to be caught. Also, just before we drop out of hyperspace, I plan to kill the engines and activate the ship’s S.E.P device that Jadehand installed long ago. It is not in the original blueprints. I traced some control lines and couldn’t find a problem. I think that FemaleReaver missed it.”

Jet ponders this. “So we’ll drop out of hyperspace and instantly shoot off in some direction, with no engine output to track, AND covered by a Somebody Else’s Problem field? Nobody could stop us, and probably nobody would even see us. There’s a problem, though. If we drop out and our velocity vector just happens to be pointing toward any sizeable object, like say a planet, we’ll be squashed.”

TheRealMe shrugs. “True. I think that is a small chance.”

Jet does not respond.

TheRealMe continues. “But that will probably give us the time we need to get us ready for another Jump, possibly including undoing sabotage and repairing any damage that occurs. Then we can go somewhere of OUR choosing.”

“Course?”

He scratches his chin. “Hmmm… I don’t know. Maybe back to Zanzibar. ScorpionRegent had something he wanted to do there. Or maybe we can go back to Earth-That-Still-Is. We’re coming up on our third anniversary near the end of May, and it’s traditional to go home and have a party.” He sighs wistfully. “I could stand to relax among dandelions, again. But first things first! We have to get the Jump Drive operational. We might need replacement parts. We might need somebody to head off in our shuttles to get these parts.”

Jet seems incredulous. “From the Reavers?”

TheRealMe shrugs. “From wherever they can be had.”

“Maneuver Drive coming online… now!”

TheRealMe twists the grips on either side of the pilot chair, and points the Sereni-Tree in the direction away from where the planetoid is expected to be when they drop out of hyperspace. He runs the thrust up to maximum and leaves it there.



TheRealMe, Captain of Sereni-Tree



P.S. This compromise allows for those of us who still wish peril can use our shuttles to invade Reaver territory to get spare parts, while still allowing others of us to relax in a peril-free environment. Pick your sides!

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Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:

*retracts the claws and removes the gloves*

"I'll be in the kitchen..."

*wanders off to find Fishie in the halls, looking for the kitchen as well*

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Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:
*gets his bearings and leads Fishie to the pool area first*

"So... I vaugely recall something being said about someone being stupid... although I must admit I was a little spaced at the time... someone other than 'that stupid bitch' *grins at Fishie* were you worried about me?"

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Originally posted by Jadehand:
"Comm 3, check. Water tow...... wait. This isn't right."
*JadeHand shakes his head trying to make the images in his head go away.*
"Grey, use channel 2, and try the roof of the hotel on the other side of the jail. This happened before, and I can't be here. If I'm here, people die. I have to go. Tell her I'm sorry."
*JadeHand removes a nametag from under a coat, changing shape to his normal self. He turns and leaves the group to return to the Sereni-Tree. Once on board, he heads to the hanger bay, and departs on board Ocean Cloud. Vanishing into the black.*

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