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FIREFLY UNIVERSE
RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 12
Sunday, March 14, 2004 4:59 PM
FRAUDIREKTOR
Sunday, March 14, 2004 5:20 PM
Sunday, March 14, 2004 8:51 PM
SQUEE
Monday, March 15, 2004 2:18 AM
GEEZER
Keep the Shiny side up
Monday, March 15, 2004 2:24 AM
MERCEDESTROY
Quote: Can someone please shoot shoot those hwoon dahns out of the sky?"
Monday, March 15, 2004 5:20 AM
ASTRIANA
Monday, March 15, 2004 6:05 AM
Monday, March 15, 2004 6:09 AM
BOOMERGOODHEART
Monday, March 15, 2004 6:58 AM
CHANNAIN
i DO aim to misbehave
Monday, March 15, 2004 7:11 AM
Monday, March 15, 2004 7:14 AM
RAVENWHYTEWING
Monday, March 15, 2004 8:10 AM
MANIACNUMBERONE
Monday, March 15, 2004 9:08 AM
Monday, March 15, 2004 10:54 AM
Monday, March 15, 2004 1:43 PM
CIARA
Monday, March 15, 2004 2:32 PM
Quote: MERZ, you ready to kick some Alliance Pigu*?
Quote: “Pilot! On my command, give us max lift. Align the bow with that pair of ships. The other will be trying to get behind us. Gunner! Fire two quick bursts at the pair on the bow as soon as they’re in range...shake them up, then look dead astern. You should find the third about 30 degrees above horizon setting up his pass. You have two seconds to burn him, wing root or cockpit's best, then get back on the pair. Execute!”
Monday, March 15, 2004 4:33 PM
TEELABROWN
Monday, March 15, 2004 4:49 PM
Monday, March 15, 2004 5:22 PM
Quote:Originally posted by TeelaBrown: It hurt. More than just physical pain. They tore you down. But you kept building yourself up. But every time they tore you down a little more. And it got harder to rebuild.
Quote: Rough hands pulled Damon off the floor of the shuttle and shoved him hard. He felt the floor disappear from under his feet but with his hands cuffed behind his back, he couldn’t catch himself when he hit the dirt. He mumbled a curse through his gag as the hands grabbed him again and hauled him to his feet. One of them pulled the blindfold from his face, blinding him with the sudden exposure to the bright afternoon sunlight. He squeezed his eyes closed and turned his head away, trying to adjust to the brilliance. “Name?” someone asked. Damon was forced to his knees. A hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back sharply. “Damon Boster,” another answered. “Age?” “Twenty-one.” Damon opened his eyes and squinted at two men standing in front of him. One carried a clipboard and was writing on it, the other looked rich and in charge. The rich ones were always in charge. In the distance were hundreds of workers going in and out of several mines. He cursed his father silently, swearing again that he would kill him the next time he laid eyes on him. “Background?” the man with the clipboard asked. “Sold into service three years ago. Worked in an Alliance weapons and military vehicles factory until sold here.” The rich man smiled. “Not much profit in making weapons and tanks now that the war is over is there?” Damon tried to speak through the gag, but none of it was audible. The rich man nodded to one of the men behind Damon. His hair was released and the gag was removed. Damon spat in the man’s face and tried to pull free from the men holding him. They grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back until his neck felt like it would snap. The man with the clipboard stepped up and kneed him in the gut. “That’s enough,” the rich man said to the man with the clipboard, “Go get the iron.” He stepped up to Damon and leaned forward until his face was only an inch from Damon’s. His breath stank of expensive wine. “Well, Damon, welcome to your new home. My name is Crofton Trinh, but you will call me either sir or master. You will speak when spoken to, you will come when I or any of my men call, two meals a day are rewarded for obedience and if you disobey, you will be punished. Your kind don’t last around here. Break fast or break hard.” Damon wished they would let go of his head so that he could spit at him again, or maybe break his nose. “Chur ni-duh, hwoon dahn,” he glared at him defiantly, “I’m not afraid of you, and nothing you can do will ever change that.” Crofton smiled and stood back as the man with the clipboard came into view, only now he was holding branding iron with a two-inch, red-hot Chinese symbol for ‘Trinh’ at the end. Damon’s eyes went wide for a moment and then he pulled at the handcuffs behind his back. “No… you son of a bitch, you can’t do this…” His words became meaningless muffled noises as they forced the gag back in his mouth. He watched as it got closer and felt someone pull up his right sleeve and grab his arm. His body went ridged as the hot metal was pressed into his arm, scorching his skin with a sharp hiss. A soft groan of pain escaped his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to shed the tears his soul was screaming to release. Ages passed before the burning metal left his arm. His head was released with a shove. His jaw felt like it was going to break and he realized he had been biting down on the gag. He opened his eyes to see Crofton crouching in front of him with a smirk on his face. “I will do as I please. I own you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Dong ma?”
Monday, March 15, 2004 7:54 PM
Monday, March 15, 2004 9:58 PM
Monday, March 15, 2004 11:09 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 2:00 AM
Quote: On the way out of the engine room he picks up the rucksack he left at the door, the taste of her still on his lips. ‘Time to go’, he thinks, ‘it is something that must be done.’ He heads for the Cargo Bay and the open hatch. When he arrives it is a bustle of activity, final preparation for leaving. Captain Reynolds is speaking to Inara and a woman he does not know. Everyone has his or her back to him for the moment and he slips out of the door.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 3:00 AM
Quote: "Dead 'un! Drop it! Let's get another."
Quote:"Pilot! Crazy Ivan!"
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 5:39 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 6:48 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 7:58 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 8:45 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 9:06 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 9:18 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 10:37 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 10:49 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 11:06 AM
Quote:It hurt. More than just physical pain. They tore you down. But you kept building yourself up. But every time they tore you down a little more. And it got harder to rebuild. Crofton's voice whispers in his ear, "Are you ready to give up yet?"
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 11:18 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 2:00 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 2:37 PM
Quote: THORNE: "Stand down. We're well away now, thanks to you. I'd fly with you people any day. WASH, pass that on to KAYLEE too, if you'd please.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 3:42 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 4:19 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 5:08 PM
Quote:MAL:"That was some mighty fancy shootin' back there. I'd guess this wasn't your first fight. Hate to seem ungrateful after what you did, but I gotta ask. What were you doing out in that God-forsaken valley, anyway?"
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 5:33 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 7:17 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 11:15 PM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 2:32 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 8:08 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 8:14 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 8:44 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 8:53 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 9:09 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 10:11 AM
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 11:02 AM
Quote:Originally posted by Channain: When Damon looks at her, showing her how weary he is, she shifts to his uninjured side and gently takes his arm. Ignoring Reynolds’ speechifying isn’t hard in the face of someone in need. ROWAN: “Don’t you think you better sit down before you fall down?”
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