TALK STORY

Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros

POSTED BY: THEREALME
UPDATED: Monday, March 13, 2006 18:50
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Monday, March 13, 2006 9:04 AM

SAFEAT2ND


"It's almost like there is someone or something is pushing from the other side." Citizen grunts as he pushes on the hatch. "Do they always welcome people this warmly?"

"On three, we'll push together" Safe says, leaning into the door with his good shoulder, his left arm hanging useless at his side.

"One, two, three!" Both men push. at first nothing happens, then the door slowly moves inward.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Monday, March 13, 2006 9:59 AM

MCQ


As McQ assists in cleaning up the rummage in the common room and makes minor repairs to holes in the walls with a laser welder equiped in his left arm's accessories. He turns and notices a petite body in a corner. The body is wearing an Alliance uniform, but there's something different about it. McQ squats down by the body and gently lifts it's head which is encased in a cracked battle helmet. He realizes right away that this soldier is a woman. McQ removes the cracked helmet to reveal long brunette hair that covers the woman's face. He gently brushes the hair aside, gets a look at the face and is filled with sudden horror.

His memory races back to before he became a cyborg and was known to most as - what was that name? - oh yes, McQwertz. Patrick McQwertz. It was so clear now. He remembers how he had a relationship with this woman and even asked for her to marry him. The marriage never happened as he was severely wounded in a battle and presumed dead by most. The memory fades and McQ's awareness returns to present time.

"How can this be?" he asks quietly. "This can't be happening. It...it can't!!" his voice gets a little louder and others in the room turn to observe. McQ's anger for his former sweetheart's death and for the Alliance to allow her to fight such a hopeless battle turns to rage. He stands up, not aware of those looking at him and bellows out in a low, slightly mechanical roar, "NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" McQ turns and punches a steel beam, slightly denting it then realizes he's not alone in the room. He turns back around and notices everyone looking at him. He breathes deeply for a moment as all eyes are fixed on him - some in confusion, others a little afraid. "Sorry," McQ simply says and kneels down next to his fallen sweetheart.

He proceeds to lift her small petite body and notices her severe wounds in the process. His anger turns to sorrow and - could it be? - a tear escapes his human eye and slowly makes it's way down his cheek. McQ stands up with the woman's body in his arms and sees he's still being watched by the others as some lower their heads upon understanding what happened.

"We must give her proper burial," he says a bit more calmly and with his voice breaking a little. McQ slowly makes his way out of the room and heads for the cargo bay, not knowing where else to take his fallen bride-to-be. The others pause for a moment, not quite sure what to make of what happened before returning to their duties of cleaning up the common room.

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Monday, March 13, 2006 10:34 AM

ITSAWASH


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe spends the better part of an hour plotting some potential hyperspace jumps to worlds where the platinum from the Ocean Cloud Scam might be readily spent. He would consult with Jadehand and Seryn later to see if they had any specific opinions.

After this task, TheRealMe leads a group in the unpleasant task of cleaning up the Common Room. There are dead of both sides, dropped equipment, smashed furniture, and shining discs of precious DVD collections scattered everywhere.

There are others in the Common Room: SimonWho is treating Jadehand. McQ, the impressive cyborg, is helping as he can. Deuce is wandering around, muttering at the devastation, until Cozen swoops in to kidnap her. Oh well, she doesn’t seem to be objecting, and she can certainly take care of herself!

The cleanup crew consisted pretty much of TheRealMe, Trey, Sparky, Nugget the Meteor Troll, and the surviving Yeti. Sparky conveys a suggestion from Jet’s friend Warren (aka ScorpionRegent) that the Alliance bodies be searched for any equipment or items for intelligence purposes. That was a good idea.

TheRealMe does not interfere with the Yeti’s funeral customs, but considers what to do with all the other casualties. “Hmmm… We’ll need to set up a morgue, probably in a cargo bay… and maybe find a shepherd….”

TheRealMe surveys the rest of the Common Room, shaking his head. “Sad, sad. What a tremendous loss of life. Well, high on our list is repairing the main airlock. That Sticky compound just burned right through the thick metal of the… Uh, Sparky?”

“Yes, sir?”

“What is that movement in the rubble around the airlock?”

“It is the Ebo Golem.”

TheRealMe is genuinely surprised. “Really? I thought it got blown to pieces by a rocket launcher!”

“That is correct, sir. Blown to pieces. Yet, one piece is still functioning.”

TheRealMe runs over to where the Ebo Golem is still trying to push rubble to block the airlock. Its right arm and much of its right torso is missing. Its movements are shaky and unsure. “Ebo Golem! Stop your work and stand over there!” The Ebo Golem obeys and moves to the location specified.

"Hmmm... If we collected all its pieces... and got a bottle of superglue..."

Then TheRealMe notices something as he looks down the corridor of the airlock. “Hey, is that a ship docked there? Did all our sensors short out or something? Sparky, please clear me a path to that ship!”


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree



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*Fortuitously finding a bottle of superglue tumbled intact on the deck against a wall, Washie applies some to the side of the mishapen creature TRM has ordered to stand at attention. Barely finishing the glue application, she finds a large chunk of the same material EboG appears to be made of and holds it out this way and that, finally settling on the correct formation. She sticks it to the rest of the critter, stands back to eye her work critically. Nodding, she hunts around for more ebo-jigsawness but stops and strides to TRM's side upon hearing him give Sparky an order for path-clearing toward a what? A ship still docked with us? Shite!

She steps close, a hand on his arm, "Don't go in there alone, TRM. I'm with ya."


Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Monday, March 13, 2006 10:57 AM

ITSAWASH


Quote:

Originally posted by McQ:
As McQ assists in cleaning up the rummage in the common room and makes minor repairs to holes in the walls with a laser welder equiped in his left arm's accessories. He turns and notices a petite body in a corner. The body is wearing an Alliance uniform, but there's something different about it. McQ squats down by the body and gently lifts it's head which is encased in a cracked battle helmet. He realizes right away that this soldier is a woman. McQ removes the cracked helmet to reveal long brunette hair that covers the woman's face. He gently brushes the hair aside, gets a look at the face and is filled with sudden horror.

His memory races back to before he became a cyborg and was known to most as - what was that name? - oh yes, McQwertz. Patrick McQwertz. It was so clear now. He remembers how he had a relationship with this woman and even asked for her to marry him. The marriage never happened as he was severely wounded in a battle and presumed dead by most. The memory fades and McQ's awareness returns to present time.

"How can this be?" he asks quietly. "This can't be happening. It...it can't!!" his voice gets a little louder and others in the room turn to observe. McQ's anger for his former sweetheart's death and for the Alliance to allow her to fight such a hopeless battle turns to rage. He stands up, not aware of those looking at him and bellows out in a low, slightly mechanical roar, "NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" McQ turns and punches a steel beam, slightly denting it then realizes he's not alone in the room. He turns back around and notices everyone looking at him. He breathes deeply for a moment as all eyes are fixed on him - some in confusion, others a little afraid. "Sorry," McQ simply says and kneels down next to his fallen sweetheart.

He proceeds to lift her small petite body and notices her severe wounds in the process. His anger turns to sorrow and - could it be? - a tear escapes his human eye and slowly makes it's way down his cheek. McQ stands up with the woman's body in his arms and sees he's still being watched by the others as some lower their heads upon understanding what happened.

"We must give her proper burial," he says a bit more calmly and with his voice breaking a little. McQ slowly makes his way out of the room and heads for the cargo bay, not knowing where else to take his fallen bride-to-be. The others pause for a moment, not quite sure what to make of what happened before returning to their duties of cleaning up the common room.



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

*As she stands next to TRM, quietly watching Sparky clear what seems like a ton of debris from where they stand to the place the craft is docked, Washie whips around upon hearing a gut-wrenching cry of despair from something not quite human.

Their new friend McQ has found somebody close to him, and worse, has LOST her too. The body of his beloved is cradled in his arms, her long oak-colored hair rivals the gleam of his metal arms as he carries her, one small pale hand waves sadly as he ponderously steps out of the common room, heading down the hall to points unknown, looking for burial where there is none to be had.

Squeezing TRM's arm, she asks, "Sparky'll be a few minutes longer, TRM, I'll be back in less time than that. Stay, yes?" Not awaiting a reply, she rushes out the door following McQ, figuring this might be a job for her as ship's counselor, although lacking SimonWho's approval, she isn't technically employed yet.

Catching up with McQ easily assisted by still-winged feet, she calls out to him and skids to a halt as he does.

Staring up into his faceplate, Washie plumbs the depths of his mind, brushing past the dagger-like pain and want in the man, clearing a pathway to soothe where she can, heal where he is ready to allow it. Unlike Jadehand's tortured psyche from earlier, this cyborg is made of more easily healed stuff.

"Hey. It was beautiful, what you two had, Honey. 'Twould be easy to let the fact of your finding her and losing her again like this kill your chances of making a new life. Feel your pain, don't fight it, but know this for true: If you let it, the time will come when you will smile when you think of her, instead of wanting to weep. I promise, okay?"

She watches a tear streak down McQ's cheek to plop with a ping on his armoured torso. Looking down at the creature's large feet, Washie steps up onto his "instep" and hugs him and his sweetheart, tucking her head under his chin, her cheek against his cold metal shoulder. Taking off her outer robe, Washie gently lays it over the lifeless woman's body, tucking it carefully over the pale battle-streaked but still lovely face.

"The medlab's that way, my Friend," she points down the corridor. "Take her there and lay her down, McQ. We'll get her a proper burial, I promise, after the living are seen to. Will you trust me?"

McQ nods and strides heavily off toward the medlab, glad to have direction from a friend. Washie flies back to TRM just in time to see him begin striding towards the spectre of a craft attached to their home like a parasitic mushroom to the base of a Sequouia. She moves into step beside him, gathering power along the way, hands clenched tight, holding it in in case they need it, all her mind's considerable reading impulses tuned toward what's ahead of them.


Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Monday, March 13, 2006 11:03 AM

JADEHAND


*JadeHand stirs awake at the noise in the room and finds himself still lying on the floor near the bar. He struggles to rise to his feet and finds several tubes running into his body*

"Huh? What's about me? I only feel is all."

*He steadies himself against the bar and looks around to survey the damage to the common room and his new allies. He looks across the bar to see Trey replacing broken bottles and wiping down the bar. His pint still rest there. He clutches the pint and tilts it back at his lips finishing it in one action. He wipes his lip and thanks Trey. She gives him a wink and a nod.*

*JadeHand puts one hand on the IV stand that contains the machines pumping the non-alcoholic fluids into him, and drags it with him as he approaches a familiar face.*

"Hey you, It's good to see you again."

*He winces as he's caught in a hug, but is quickly distracted by the noise of the broken furniture being pushed along the floor. He drags himself towards the airlock and begins moving things away from the entrance as others move towards the airlock.*

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Monday, March 13, 2006 11:50 AM

SERYN


It only slowly dawns on her, as she works at pulling an alliance soldier free of a broken sofa, that the others have paused in their work. pay attention dear...
Looking up she follows the line of their gaze to where a large... man? Cradles a dead soldier in his arms. From the long hair he can see that the soldier is female, and her brain leaps to put two and two together.
She watches for a moment, then turns away crying like a little girl is not one of your options! But she is unable to not look back.

By now, Washie sits with the cyborg, for thats what she guesses he must be, talking him down. He stands up, still carrying the dead soldier, but Seryns attention is caught by movement by the bar. Jadehand!

He survived! oh thank god for that! on impulse she goes to run and say hi, but stops at the last moment, unable to go forward, and watches as he hugs people and moves to help with digging out the air lock.

She turns to Ervin, she tugs at his elbow to get his attention. 'If you organise everyone to carry these people to the upper cargo bay? The one with the cold rooms. I'll go and try to find some sheets to cover them with. And then you have to break, eat and drink something, the one over there looks like she's about to drop.'

Ervin looks solemly at the young female yeti sitting by the dead one. 'she says she not eat, but we make sure she does, for her little one.'

'she's having a baby? Wow, thats... and he was the father? oh...'

He nod, slowly and sadly 'Yes. We take people to cold places, you get... shrouds? Then we rest. You see doctor, for ears and for own little one.'

'You...? *blinks* no... i'm not... *shakes head* Tell no one.'

Walking away from the group, she pauses to watch the last of the stuff being moved away from the airlock doors, then ducks into the kitchen to find sheets and to panic in peace.


(ooc: Ok, had an idea for a story (going to attempt to write! arrrgh! Trying out a few things, so please excuse the fantastical backstories that will inevitably crop up soon, cheers!

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Monday, March 13, 2006 12:52 PM

ITSAWASH


I like what you're typing, Seryn, you do great work. It'll all come together, I'm sure. Keep up the good work.

Oh! And McQ & Aprilise? EXCELLENT additions to our Tree-ness, you two! Nice having you aboard.

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Monday, March 13, 2006 1:43 PM

SIMONWHO


I've stablised Jadehand as best I can. There should be no long term damage but I don't know when he'll regain consciousness. When he's ready, he'll come back to us.

*stands up and wobbles*

Mmm. Okay. Too long without sleep. This isn't good. I'm not one of those Earth doctors who can for five days straight on nothing but caffeine. I need my rest. But... I still have work to do.

*enters the infirmary*

It looks like Ath's vitals are getting stronger. This is a good sign. But we still need to keep him under close observation. I still don't know if more drastic surgery will be needed. For now, I'll do some micro-procedures that should help.

Son? I think you should go get some sleep. See if your mother is around. She might need some company.

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Monday, March 13, 2006 2:16 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL


*twg hugs Jade and smiles at him. He heads off to help the others*
I wonder where Seryn is. He needs her.
*she sees Simon go back to the infirmary so she follows*

Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
Son? I think you should go get some sleep. See if your mother is around. She might need some company.


Boo.
*they both jump slightly, one because he wasn’t expecting her, the other because he’s nervous*

What are you boys...oh Ath...is he okay?

*she steps forward, lacing her fingers with the Doc’s, to gaze at Ath*

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Monday, March 13, 2006 6:27 PM

THEREALME

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Monday, March 13, 2006 6:41 PM

MCQ


Quote:

*As she stands next to TRM, quietly watching Sparky clear what seems like a ton of debris from where they stand to the place the craft is docked, Washie whips around upon hearing a gut-wrenching cry of despair from something not quite human.

Their new friend McQ has found somebody close to him, and worse, has LOST her too. The body of his beloved is cradled in his arms, her long oak-colored hair rivals the gleam of his metal arms as he carries her, one small pale hand waves sadly as he ponderously steps out of the common room, heading down the hall to points unknown, looking for burial where there is none to be had.

Squeezing TRM's arm, she asks, "Sparky'll be a few minutes longer, TRM, I'll be back in less time than that. Stay, yes?" Not awaiting a reply, she rushes out the door following McQ, figuring this might be a job for her as ship's counselor, although lacking SimonWho's approval, she isn't technically employed yet.

Catching up with McQ easily assisted by still-winged feet, she calls out to him and skids to a halt as he does.

Staring up into his faceplate, Washie plumbs the depths of his mind, brushing past the dagger-like pain and want in the man, clearing a pathway to soothe where she can, heal where he is ready to allow it. Unlike Jadehand's tortured psyche from earlier, this cyborg is made of more easily healed stuff.

"Hey. It was beautiful, what you two had, Honey. 'Twould be easy to let the fact of your finding her and losing her again like this kill your chances of making a new life. Feel your pain, don't fight it, but know this for true: If you let it, the time will come when you will smile when you think of her, instead of wanting to weep. I promise, okay?"

She watches a tear streak down McQ's cheek to plop with a ping on his armoured torso. Looking down at the creature's large feet, Washie steps up onto his "instep" and hugs him and his sweetheart, tucking her head under his chin, her cheek against his cold metal shoulder. Taking off her outer robe, Washie gently lays it over the lifeless woman's body, tucking it carefully over the pale battle-streaked but still lovely face.

"The medlab's that way, my Friend," she points down the corridor. "Take her there and lay her down, McQ. We'll get her a proper burial, I promise, after the living are seen to. Will you trust me?"

McQ nods and strides heavily off toward the medlab, glad to have direction from a friend. Washie flies back to TRM just in time to see him begin striding towards the spectre of a craft attached to their home like a parasitic mushroom to the base of a Sequouia. She moves into step beside him, gathering power along the way, hands clenched tight, holding it in in case they need it, all her mind's considerable reading impulses tuned toward what's ahead of them.



McQ approaches the medlab with his deceased companion, but can't quite bring himself to take her into the room. He slides against the wall, making a nasty metallic screeching noise until he's sitting on the floor of the corridor holding his sweetheart's lifeless body close to his. He looks around and realizes he's alone.

"How could I let this happen?" he asks quietly as if she could hear him. "I should've found a way out for both of us. This is not right ... you had too much to live for ... had I known you'd be involved with this horrible battle I'd have tried to protect you."

He holds her gently and rests her head against his cold metallic shoulders. "I wish I could feel you more. These limbs don't let me touch as if they were my own." He kisses her softly on the lips although he knows she can't feel them. "Rest peacefully, Krysten Renae." He stands while supporting her body and carries her into the medlab, resting her body on a nearby bed. Turning to the medical officer and again says "She deserves proper burial." He sits beside her and holds her lifeless hand.

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Monday, March 13, 2006 6:50 PM

THEREALME


Hi, McQ,

Looks like we had a near-simultaneous post. Check my previous post. We've jumped to a new thread.


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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