Virtual Firefly Book continues 3 by Colt999

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Originally posted by Oram:
And... as I remember, you said unkind things in turn.

*shrugs* Well that's just the way I am, doc. You bite me, I bite you right back, right where it hurts... *notices her unsteady gait* 'You okay there? Y' look like you gashed your hand pretty good.

Y're not gonna flake out on me, are ya?

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 4:51 PM

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Originally posted by Mobbex:
*notices her unsteady gait* 'You okay there? Y' look like you gashed your hand pretty good.

Y're not gonna flake out on me, are ya?

*pulls herself to her feet, and starts to walk to the infirmary*

Hate to disapoint ya, but I think flake-ing is in order.

*falls to the ground unconscious*

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 5:07 PM

*witnesses Oram's collapse*

*gapes at the scene for a time*

Oh, crap...

*races up to her and lifts her over his shoulder*

*grumbles* Y're lucky I know how to make stitches...

*carries her back to the infirmary and swiftly puts her down on the bed*

*grabs a pair of scissors and a roll of wire, then proceeds to sew up the cut on Oram's palm*

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 5:17 PM

STRANGEBIRD

*Stan stands back and watches as Mobbex does an adequate job fixing up the doctors hand. He also makes a mental note not to get injured when no one else but Mobbex is around.*

Stan: "Does she do that often?"

Mobbex: "What faint?... sometimes."

*He walks over and takes Oram's pulse.*

Stan: ".... her heart-rate seems ok, I'm no medic though."

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Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 5:25 PM

*scowls at Stan* Then how 'bout you take a step back and shut your trap? I'm tryin' to work, here.

*resumes his labor*

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 5:42 PM

*slowly openes her eyes, closing them to the bright light of the infirmary, her hand hurts like no tomorrow and feels like the skin has been pulled together*

Is it Easter?

*sees both Stan and Mobbex watching her from the opposite ends of the room, she looks down at her hand and see's that the deep gash has been stitched up*

Who did this?

*both Mobbex and Stan reply in unison*

Mobbex: Stan

Stan: Mobbex

*confused* Huh? *blinks* What happened, I just remember saying something to Mobbex then nothing.

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 7:39 PM

*Colt sits abbey down by the chimney and kneels in front of her. She is wheezing badly.*

Colt *brushing a strand of hair out of her face*: You have to calm down. You need to breathe.

abbey *frightened*: I’m… trying

Colt *looking straight into her eyes*: Don’t talk… Concentrate on breathing. In… and out. In… and out.

*abbey nods as she tries to do as he says.*

Colt *softly, trying to reassure her*: In… and out. In… and out. Try to relax.

*abbey reaches her free hand up and lays it on his shoulder. Her wheezing continues. Colt tenderly brushes his hand along her jawline.*

Colt: You’re gonna be OK. I promise. Just breathe. In… and out.

Slowly, abbey nods again, but her breathing is more labored than before. Colt glances around the area, looking for something to help her, but knows that there isn’t. She only has him and he feels so helpless. Suddenly her grip on his arm tightens. He looks back at her and could tell by the look in her eyes that she is panicking. Her eyes are darting every which way and she is trying to breathe faster, but nothing is coming in.

Colt *firmly*: abbey, look at me… *she isn’t hearing him* ABBEY, LOOK AT ME!

*Her eyes lock onto his. They are pleading at him to save her. Colt’s heart nearly breaks.*

Colt: Try to relax… Breathe with me… In… and out.

*Colt notices a slightly blue tinge to her lips. He doesn’t know what to do.*

Colt *desperate*: You need to... You… You can do it.

*A tear slides down her face and he does the only thing he could think of. He pulls her into an embrace, his free arm wrapping softly around her. He could feel her heart race and her struggle to breathe.*

Colt *just above a whisper*: Feel me. Feel my heart beating. Feel how I am breathing. Match me. You can do it.

*He takes in deliberate breaths, trying to lead her the right way.

The next few minutes drag on for what seems like a lifetime, but his efforts are working. She starts to breathe easier and the blue tinge disappears. He just holds her until she returns to normal. He kisses the top of her head.*

Colt *with relief*: That’s my girl.

*He pulls away from her and looks down into her face.*

Colt: You OK?

abbey *nodding*: I… I think so. *She sounded so tired.*

Colt: You tired?

*abbey nods. Colt moves to where he can rest his back on the chimney then he pulls abbey into his lap and just holds her. She doesn’t protest.*

Colt: Now you just rest. Catch some sleep. Ship’s not going anywhere. We can take our time getting back.

*It doesn’t long before abbey is asleep. Colt rests his chin on the top of her head. His eyes look heavenward.*

Colt *barely audible*: Thank you.

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 9:35 PM

Just a question… does anybody know when Colt or Abbey are coming back?
*both guys look at her blankly*

*is slightly worried* Maybe we should start searching for them… Um, Mobbex, see who you can get in the galley, I think they might have run into foul play.

Mobbex: Nothing that the captain or Abbey can’t look after.

I don’t wanna take chances with Abbey at the moment… she could have an asthma attack and Colt would be up

lake without a paddle.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:45 AM

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Originally posted by Oram:
Huh? *blinks* What happened, I just remember saying something to Mobbex then nothing.

You went down hard. 'Dunno why. Luck had it that... *coughs* Stan, was in attendance. He, huh... sprung into action like greased lightning. Y' should'a seen him, 'was beautiful.

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Originally posted by Oram:
I don’t wanna take chances with Abbey at the moment… she could have an asthma attack and Colt would be up lake without a paddle.

*shrugs* As long as she has that puff can thing you gave her, she's in the pink, right? *Oram nods reluctantly* Then I say we keep our collective snoot outta their business. These guys need to get the raunchy stuff outta the way. Them tiptoeing about each other all the time... *shakes head* 'was gettin' miserable to see.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 2:15 AM

*watches Mobbex, who doesn't meet her eyes, Oram just raises an eyebrow*
Stan sprung into action, huh? Ok, I'll take your word for it. I thankyou Stan

Stan: *looks between Mobbex and Oram* You're welcome?

*Oram turns back to Mobbex* I want those two to get it out of their system also... but I still think we need to find Abbey and Colt...

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 3:02 AM

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Originally posted by Oram:
Stan sprung into action, huh? Ok, I'll take your word for it. I thankyou Stan.

Stan: You're welcome?

*shoots Stan a vitriolic glance*

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Originally posted by Oram:
I want those two to get it out of their system also... but I still think we need to find Abbey and Colt...

*speaks in a harsh tone* Well suit y'rself! You're all stitched back up and good to go. Me, I'm gonna catch some shut-eye.

*stomps off to his bunk*

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 3:16 AM

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Originally posted by Mobbex:
*speaks in a harsh tone* Well suit y'rself! You're all stitched back up and good to go. Me, I'm gonna catch some shut-eye.

*stomps off to his bunk*

*gets off the chair, sways as vertigo hits, but Stan steadies her*

Mobbex, wait! If you help us find them in any way, I’ll pay you for it... Booze, food… you name it.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 3:31 AM

*breaks stride and about-faces, grinning from ear to ear* Pay me? Y' wanna talk payment? All righty then! I want all the booze you can spare. It's for you own good really...*adds precipitately* Oh, and an apology. That "Mr-Blew-My-Money-On-Crap" quip hit a sore spot.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 3:45 AM

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Originally posted by Mobbex:
*breaks stride and about-faces, grinning from ear to ear* Pay me? Y' wanna talk payment? All righty then! I want all the booze you can spare. It's for you own good really...*adds precipitately* Oh, and an apology. That "Mr-Blew-My-Money-On-Crap" quip hit a sore spot.

*A look comes over Oram’s face and she attempt to draw herself to her full height, but only manages to come up to Mobbex's chest, he simply looks down at the short doctor and grins*

I’ll make a deal, I'll take you to the next pub on the planet that we land on and let you have as much booze and food as you want… and get you a supply of the hangover pills….

*Mobbex gives her a surprised look, she settles then bites her lip and it just kills her to say the next part*

And … I'm sorry for the comment I made… it wasn’t called for

Mobbex: What about the hooker?

What do I look like? Some doctor from the Core?

Mobbex: *innocent look* Well, you could always…

Stop before you even think about finishing that sentence…

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:03 AM

All right, all right, no hooker. Let's call it a friend's discount. *crosses his large arms over his equally massive chest* So, where do you reckon we should start lookin'?

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:06 AM

A good place would be the pub where they last went to... then we should go from there.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:10 AM

*nods* Sounds good to me. Just le' me get dressed. I'll be along.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:20 AM

*an hour and a half later they’re are in the town. Mobbex, Oram and Stan walk out of the pub*

Ok…. No one has see them at all… the bartender was pissed off, but looking at what you did to his place I can understand.

Mobbex: You girls weren’t exactly angels yourselves…. You DANCED on a table …. Then the two nutso’s get into a fight and next are all chummy… *he trails off as he spots something in a ditch. He runs after it*

You found something?

Mobbex: Yeah… signs of a struggle… and this…

*holds up a very familiar gun, their eyes meet*

You don’t think they were killed then dumped…

Mobbex: Well, I ain’t seen any blood or their bodies... coulda been taken by surprised by thieves or such...

Well, what do we do now?

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 7:11 AM

WASHRULESBABY

________out of thread_____________

I have some bad news My dog ChewBacca Died of parvo yesterday. @ 4pm. and on top of that my comp took A crap.

the comp will be fixed by the 1st but I am going to have yo clean my house and dipose of almost everything My dog has touched.

Capt, yo uhave permissiion to use my charachter till I come back. KEEP ME UPDATED.

thank you

I am a leaf on the wind

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 7:11 AM

WASHRULESBABY

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 7:36 AM

Sorry to hear that Wash. Hope things get better for you. We'll hold down the fort. You just hurry back to us when you can.

Colt

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 8:18 AM

*tucks Colt's revolver under his belt* I ain't got a clue. We could scrounge the neighborhood for leads, but there's no guarantee that they'd help us. And siftin' through the meadowlands would take days, if not weeks.

Oram: We could always use the ship.

Stan: That wouldn't work either. Fireflys aren't designed for atmospheric flight, she'd run out of fuel after only a dozen minutes.

Mobbex: Yeah, and I ain't rarin' on flyin' this old crate in atmo with the hydraulics actin' up.

Stan: *frowns* With the hydrau...

Oram: So... what do we do?

Mobbex: I'm gonna take the mule for a spin, maybe I'll get lucky...

Stan: *his eyes suddenly widen out* Take the... are you, hum... *clears throat, regains his composure* That's not a very good idea.

Oram: Is there something I don't...

Mobbex: *gives Stan a black look* You got a better one, maybe?

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 9:57 AM

*I’m holding Abbey next to while she sleeps, and thanking God she didn’t just die. I look down at her. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful. I try to capture the image in my mind. Hold on to it, because I know at some point we’ll be fighting again. But that’s ok too. Coming so close to losing her, make me want her around fighting or not*

*I hear a sound near the well. It’s a horse.*

Abbey wake up. Abbey *She starts to stir* Come on now wake up. I think I found our way home.

*We approach slowly, Abbey leaning on me for support. It seems tame enough. We get close enough to lay hands on it. It turns its head and lets us pet him*

Abbey: You think we can ride it?

One way to find out.

I put a hand on his nose and one under his head and lead him back towards the well. I make a quick check for snakes and assure Abbey the horse wouldn’t go near if there were any around. With the horse next to the well, we’re ready to mount up*

Ok real quick like. Just put you foot on the well and swing across. *nervously she does as I ask.*

Now duck down so I can get my arm over you.

*I stand on the edge and hike up my skirt. Then I swing on, trying to grab the mane with my right hand and maneuver my left around Abbey’s body. We almost go into the well.*

You ok?

Abbey *Eyes shut tight* Yeah why?

Don’t worry we’re going home.

*We head out across an open field. The horse responds well to my heels and stays on course. Soon Abbey is back asleep. She nuzzles her head into my chest and lets out a soft moan.*

*Abbey wakes up and notices the rather close proximity between us. She jerks her head up and smashes into my chin. I dig my heels into the horse to try and stay on his back. He shoots forward and both of us crash to the ground*

Wat you do at for.

Abbey: What?
You it me in a hin. it my anm tung *spiting blood and trying to talk straight* Bit my tongue. You hit me in the chin

Abbey: It’s not my fault. You were …you were practily groping me.

Ropeing. *Spits again* Groping I was just holding on to you. We’re handcuffed. *Pulling both our hands in the air and shaking them*

*We get up off the ground*

Abbey: Great there goes our horse. I thought you said you could ride?

I don’t have a bridle. We were fairing just fine until you went and got all uppity about me touching you and smacked me in the chin.

*We recapture the horse and ride the rest of the way, bickering back and forth*

*Finally we arrive at the Book. I dismount and pull Abbey roughly off the horse. She keep stride with my step.*

SPOTS! Get a torch.

Abbey: Yes and please hurry.

See Brit lying on the catwalk holding her head* what’s with you?

Brit: Drinking equals pain not joy. Why do it?

Tried to warn you ‘bout that the other day. Seem to remember you sticking you tongue out me. *She does it again*

SPOTS hurry up.

*We sit on a large crate and our hands touch. We both jerk away and sneer*

Spots: Captain I *Notices my dress* I…

Get on with

Spots: I was checking the hydraulic line we replaced. It’s not the correct type for a Firefly. We need …

*Stan walks up*

Stan: Excuse me Captain. Do you remember me from last night? *I hold up a finger and nod to Spots*
Spots: The hoses might break again. If it happens on re-entry things could get bad.

Define Bad,

Spots: The fluid will ignite severing our wings.

How much? And get these off! *Shaking the cuffs*

Spots: I can probably pick them if you give me a few minutes

Abby and I in unison: Cut em.

*Turning back to Stan while Spots mumbles *

Yeah from the bar. Sam right?

Stan: No Stan. I was wondering sir if I might… * I pause him again*

Wash wave LT find out when he wants to discuss the plan.

Spots: It’s only the 12 hoses 30 credits a piece.

Stan: I’d like to book passage on your boat.

Wash: Bad news Captain. I talked to Dash on the Indy. She says LT hasn’t made it back yet.

*Looking at Abbey* You got a sister here? Maybe he’s tied naked to the back of a donkey right now. * She rolls her eyes*

You were saying *to Stan*

Stan: I’d like to book passage on the boat.

Can you pay up front?

Stan: Yes I can. I would also like to discuss some other possibilities.

That be great. At dinner tonight. Right now I got to get out of this dress.

*The cuffs chain cut. Abbey and I head different directions.*

Spots: We can’t get the hoses on Greenleaf Captain.

Where can we?

Spots: Creed it’s about a day’s flight.

Wash wave Dash let her know we’re heading to Creed for repairs. Tell her to let us know when LT gets back and plot our course.

*Sky comes into the cargo bay at the same time Mobbex and Doc pull up in the mule*

Sky seeing my dress: Not as nice as the one I picked out for you but it is your color.

Oh you’re a riot

Sky: Here let me help *She grabs my cuffed hand and small pick from her pocket. Seconds later the cuff fall to the floor.*

When you learn to do that?

Sky: I’m surprised you don’t know how. *She heads off to find Abbey and free her*.

*Mobbex and Doc come over*

Oram: You ok

Fine. What happened to your hand?

Oram: It’s nothing. Is Abbey alright?

She seems to be but go check her out. She lost her inhaler and had some problems.

*Doc leaves and Mobbex is just staring at me and my dress, slack jawed*

What?

Mobbex: I aint judging you Captain. It’s just that if you’re going to wear those git ups. I think you should walk past a mirror. Might change you mind about is all.

I didn’t do it on purpose jackass.

Mobbex: Oh, here I found this. *handing me my gun*

There’s a horse outside we need to return. Since the mules out you can follow me.

Mobbex: Why can’t we load it in the bed?

Cause it will fall out.

Mobbex: Not if it lays down.
Lays down. Are you…never mind just get the mule ready.

*I come back out in my own clothes, relieved to be putting Greenleaf behind us*

Wash: Course is plotted Captain we’re ready when you are.

Thank you Wash. Soon as we get the horse returned we’ll head out.

*I walk up to the mule and see the horse lying down in the cargo bed *

*Looking at Mobbex* How did you get him to do that?

Mobbex: I got a way with animal’s s’all. *tossing the syringe under the mule*

*We arrive back at the Book and I see two strangers standing on the ramp. Mobbex pulls the mule in*

I can’t believe you drugged the horse.

Mobbex: I thought it would wear off by the time we got there/

We had to tie it to a tree and drive out from under it!

Mobbex: *Shrugs* Didn’t hit the ground that hard.

*I go to see the men on the ramp*

Gentlemen, how can I help you?

Horace: See I told you it was him

Jasper: Sure nuff, it is

*I stare at them confused*

Jasper: Sorry sir it’s just that we seen you earlier over at Bonn’s place

Bonn’s place?

Horace: The whorehouse.

Oh *wincing* you saw that?

Jasper: Well we went over to have a rut ourselves but that purtty lady weren’t there.

Horace: You got any idea where we can find her?
Oh…OH wait fella’s you got the wrong idea.

*They got from almost giddy to disappointment. Then it hits me*

Yeah she doesn’t work out of that rat trap. She was just picking up some goods. *I move between them and throw my arms around their shoulders* She rents a shuttle right out of this here boat.

Jasper: You’re joshing.

No not at all. Let’s just see if she’s receiving gentleman callers. * I move to the comm.*

Abbey?

Abbey: What. *irritated*

Got some fellas down here looking for some game. *I grin and give them the thumbs up*

Abbey: I thought we were leaving?

Well we can hang about a while if you want.

Abbey: We had a long ride earlier I’m really tired. * I smile sheepishly and they give me the thumbs up*

Well it’s your call. Can’t hurt to meet with em. Might set an appointment for next time we’re here.

Abbey: Ok send them up.

Ok boys that’s the best I could do for you. Work your magic. Hers is the shuttle on the right. Got a curtain over it. Go on in she has an open door policy.

*On the comm again* Wash when Abbeys visitors leave get us out of the world.

*Sky Mobbex and Spots overhear all of it and are laughing*

Spots: Are you sure she’s going to be alright sir.

She’ll be fine. Them two that need to worry.

Sky: That’s just mean Colt.

*Yelling echo’s through the Book; Get out Get out now or I’m going to shoot you*

Yep I’m a bad man.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 10:51 AM

*The two strangers are forced backwards down the catwalks into the bay. Abbey has a very large gun (intimidating one like Vera, just smaller) pointed at them. She gets them back down onto the ramp and motions wildly with the barrel of the gun.*

abbey: Like I said… I do not conduct business in that way…

*She looks over at Colt, who is grinning from ear to ear. She glares at him. Suddenly, she lowers the gun, steps altogether too close to the strangers and starts to whisper to them. Colt warily watches them as a sinking feeling settles in his stomach.*

Colt moves to the right hoping he can get a better view at what is going on. The two strangers are listening to her intently, nodding as she spoke. Then they grin widely and nod enthusiastically.

Stranger *eagerly*: Absolutely, miss. Sounds like a plan. We are much obliged to participate in your services.

*Colts jaw drops to the ground.*

Colt *to himself*: She wouldn’t…

*He feels his blood start to boil. He’s not sure if it is because she is about to do something that he definitely doesn’t want her to do or if he wants to kill the men who are intent on doing it.*

abbey *loudly*: “I’ll see you tonight!”

They look back at Colt, give an excited wave good bye and leave the ship with a definite bounce in their step. abbey turns with a smile on her face and starts to walk by Colt on the way back to her shuttle. He grabs her arm.

Colt *growling*: You didn’t… You wouldn’t… You can’t…

abbey: They are very lonely, Captain. I had to help them out. They will be back later… with some friends.

Colt’s heart leaped into his throat. He couldn’t believe she was going through with it. And friends?

Colt *stammering*: I only meant… It was a joke… How could you…

abbey: They will be back tonight. They seemed very excited about my plans.

Colt *his eyes pleading with her not to go through with it*: You can’t…

*Abbey leans in and whispers into his ear.*

abbey *smiling all evil-like*: I told them that you had a black sequined nightie. They are looking forward to quite a show.

*With that she left him, making her way up the catwalk.*

*Colt stood there for a minute, his mouth opening then closing several times, trying to think of a response. Finally he moved over to the comm.*

Colt: WASH! I WANT TO BE UP IN THE AIR NOW!

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 12:58 PM

SEVENSKIES

(I'm officially back in Cali now. Yes. Good to be home.)

*Chuckles as the Captain's cheeks redden and follows him up to the bridge*
Rough night, I take it.

Colt: Ya think?

Just good to have you back is all.

Colt: *stares at Sky for a moment and notices her chuckling* What?

Just got a pretty Captain is all.

Colt: *looks down at his dress and gives Sky "the look" before he heads down and changes, then soon comes back up*

So what happened? You and Abbey finally decide to--

Colt: Don't even think about saying it. We got kidnapped is all.

Ah, so that's what they call it these days, huh?

Colt: *sarcasm is clearly in his tone of voice* Amazing aint it? Now I got to thinking that this crew needs to lay off on the drinking. If it weren't for ya'll getting drunk Abbey wouldn't have been out there and in danger.

Aw, how cute.

Colt: What are you implying?

It's nothing.

Colt: Next time we decide to take a vacation, I need you to stay sober.

But-- *sighs* Fine, sir. But you can't say you didn't at least get a little drunk.

Colt: Well... I...

Aha!

Colt: Not the point! What would have happened to Abbey if I wasn't there, huh? She coulda gotten killed.

Probably woulda been better off actually.

Colt: Huh?

For instance... Bellerophon...

Colt: Don't start blaming that on me!

I ain't blamin' I'm just statin' facts. I could have gotten in there and out safely if you wouldn't have triggered that gorram alarm.
*smiles and begins to walk out*
Why dont you come on down on the galley. Must be hungry from all that "kidnappin" you were doin'.

Colt: From all that-- Ha. That's a good one!

*Sky laughs as she exits the bridge*

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:05 PM

*Oram comes across Abbey on the catwalk, she’s changed into some more comfortable, but naturally expansive, clothes*

Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna rib you about the Captain, but you are going to the infirmary to get on an nebulizer… I can hear you from here. And you're wrist is all cut up also, which will need some antiseptic cream and a bandage.

Abbey: I just need an inhaler

Who is the doctor on board? You want it to scar up and look all mummified?

*Abbey rolls here eyes but follows Oram to the infirmary reluctantly*

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:24 PM

STRANGEBIRD

*After talking with the captain Stan walks out of the hold and down the gangway into the common room. He grabs his duffel and case and sits on the ratty article of furniture that passes for a couch and opens the duffel. A short period of mumbling and searching later he pulls out a small secured wallet and punches in his security code.*

Stan:*quietly to himself* "Damn... well I'm sure I'll have enough for passage for awhile and maybe a bit left over. Didn't expect to spend this much so soon."

*Putting the wallet back into his duffel he finds a thick syntheather covered hard-case and opens it.*

Stan: "Alright, well at least these are safe."

*He smiles as he removes his spare glasses from their case and puts them on. They are of much finer quality than his other pair, having a wireless video link chip and biophotochromic cells for glare and UV protection when needed.*

*The doc and a woman who's name he cannot recall walk past towards the infirmary.*

Stan: "Hello."

Abbey: "Hi."

Oram: "Hey Stan, how's your nose?"

Stan: "Quite a bit better thanks to you."

*They enter the infirmary.*

*Mobbex rushes past quickly and into the infirmary.*

*Standing up and grabbing his things he takes them into the port passenger dorm hallway and sets them inside the closest empty room. After closing the door he heads up the stairs towards the aft-hallway on his way to the galley.*

Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:40 PM

*Mobbex is on his way to his bunk when...* Ah... ha... aaaATCHOOo! *a hail of nasal gunk comes rocketing out of his nostrils and splatters the flooring*

Ugh... *notes that his throat feels a mite ticklish, all of a sudden*

What the... ahh ah *pinches the bridge of his nose, hence cutting the sneeze short* What's happenin' about me!?

*spins around and rushes toward the lower deck*

*Comes dashing into the infirmary with a look of distraught on his face* Doc, somethin' ain't right 'bout me. I'm sneezing and itchy all over and... *pulls up his shirt* Look! My belly's all reddish!

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:47 PM

SPOTS74

(Sky walking down to the galley, Spots is pouring over technical blueprints)
Sky: Hey spots whats the news.

the starboard nacelle's hydraulic lines keep braking and i cant pin down the reason. maybe it is the main pressure drive or just the local unit if i reroute this i could **trails off in technical speech**

Sky: ooooK **eyebrow raised with a confused look on her face***

well if i dont get it goin we go WEEHHHHHHHOO POOF **mimicking a ship flying then crashing**

Sky: ah you do that then

well i think that when a made her run hot from Hera to Persephone it weakened the lines but i cant be sure

Sky: well i dont want to go splat so just fix it
(walking away)

will do

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 1:57 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Mobbex:
*Mobbex is on his way to his bunk when...* Ah... ha... aaaATCHOOo! *a hail of nasal gunk comes rocketing out of his nostrils and splatters the flooring*

Ugh... *notes that his throat feels a mite ticklish, all of a sudden*

What the... ahh ah *pinches the bridge of his nose, hence cutting the sneeze short* What's happenin' about me!?

*spins around and rushes toward the lower deck*

*Comes dashing into the infirmary with a look of distraught on his face* Doc, somethin' ain't right 'bout me. I'm sneezing and itchy all over and... *pulls up his shirt* Look! My belly's all reddish!

*Oram has set Abbey on the nebulizer when Mobbex comes in all sorts of panic, she turns around and is face to face with his reddish and obviously infected stomach*

*taken by surprise, she jumps back* AHH!!

Mobbex: *terrified* Is it serious!!

No, you’ve got hives and an allergy, I’ve got some crème and tablets in the cupboard to get rid of them… Jesus, did you HAVE to come THAT close to me?

Mobbex: Well, you have glasses…. Thought you might needed to see closer…

I'm not blind!

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 2:50 PM

Mobbex: *takes a step back* All right, all right! So, it's... huh... *gulps* benign?

Oram: *nods a yes* Yeah, it's probably just an atopic reaction to certain chemical compounds... *remembers who she's talking to* Huh... your body is... *sighs* You'll be fine, and for Christ's sake: put your shirt back down! I'm gonna put you on anti-leukotrienes and give you some calamine lotion for the rash...

*as she extends her hand to open one of the drawers, Abbey notices the gash on her palm*

Abbey: Oh my... that's a serious cut Oram! Did you sew it shut yourself?

Mobbex: Uh-uh, she blacked out.

Abbey: *gives Oram an inquiring look* You did? Who fixed you up then?

Oram: Oh, Stan did it. It's fine handiwork too, 'guy knew what he was doing.

*Mobbex scratches the back of his head, throwing glances left and write in a lame attempt at making himself look apathetic*

*Oram notices* What, you got a rash up there too?

Mobbex: Huh? No, I's just... forget it. So, erm, fine handiwork, huh?

Oram: Yup *hands Mobbex some pills and a bottle of skin lotion* It's good to know that there's someone else on this boat that can take care of things if something were to happen to me.

Mobbex: Take care of... wh...

Oram: Yep! How much do you weigh?

Mobbex: Huh? Ehr... 252.

Oram: *glances at the ceiling as she's gauging the posology* Two pills, once a day. Take'em before meal if possible.

Mobbex: But... I... Bah! *stomps off, his face twisted into a fierce scowl*

*gives Stan the cold shoulder as he walks by him*

Abbey: What's with him?

Oram: *chuckles* What isn't?

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 3:24 PM

*checks Abbey's vitals before signing the medical journal*

It'll take an hour, but I've got to clean the mess in the kitchen... been preoccupied with finding you and slicing my hand.

*Abbey only nods, enjoying the feeling of being able to breath easier. Oram heads for the galley, and begins cleaning up the unfinished meal, and cleaning up the droplets of blood and such she’s left on the floor and knife. She swallows back bile… has always hated blood when it’s from herself… but can handle it coming from other people.*
*Finally the area is clean and she begins a light meal for herself, along with a cup of strong tea to settle her protesting stomach. Thinking she can finally relax, she looks up and rolls her eyes*

Shouldn’t you be in your bunk scratching yourself stupid?

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:03 PM

Nah, I gotta grab somethin' to eat first, I'm starvin'. *rummages through the sideboards for something that fits his taste*

Oram: *sips her mug of tea* Don't forget the pills.

Mobbex: Right. *stuffs a hand into his jacket pocket, takes out a pair of scarlet red gelcaps and dry swallows them*

*winces slightly * Gah... that's stuff taste like Feh feh pi goh... *nods at Oram's plate* Any more where that came from?

Oram: *she shakes her head* Not this time.

Mobbex: Darn... *pokes around the kitchen for anything remotely edible* Hah! *takes out a dusty glass jar containing what seems to be olives suspended in vinegar*

*eyes the jar suspiciously* What the hell is that, in there? Are they like, eyes, or... *trails off*

*Oram just ignores him*

Mobbex: *shrugs, then unscrews the cap* Might's well have a sample... *struggles to pickup the olives with his clumsy, callused fingers* Gorram't... *finally manages to get hold of one, which he pops into his mouth without delay... only to spit it back out just as hurriedly* Pouah! This stuff's horrendous! *plunks the jar on the countertop, then walks off*

I'll be in my bunk!

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:11 PM

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Originally posted by Mobbex:
I'll be in my bunk!

*aims, then throws her right slipper at Mobbex's back, deliberately missing him by inches*
Enjoy your bunk.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:22 PM

*catches sight of a slipper swishing by him*

*turns about*

Quote:
Originally posted by OramL
Enjoy your bunk!

*points an index at his boots* See those? They're military grade combat boots made outta reinforced leather, and I hooked'em up with steel caps and titanium cleats.

*takes a step forward and rises to his full height*

You do NOT want to go down that road with me.

*kicks the hatch open and disappears into his bunk*

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 4:25 PM

*yells at Mobbex*

I'm so scared!!!

*to herself*
I think he just threatened to kick your arse.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008 6:49 PM

*pops his head out furiously* Well y' should be! There's a limit to what a man can put up with at a single point in time! I haven't slept in a day, I'm hungover, I got bruises in places I didn't even know I had, this ruttin' planet's makin' me sick, and I'm runnin' on an empty stomach to boot! I'm warnin' you Doc, I'm this *draws his left thumb and index together* close to throwing a fit and going berserk on you...

Oh! I don't believe this... Do you realize how much of a pain in the butt you've been on this trip? Picking fights, torching LT's mule...

Mobbex: *frowns* Hey, how'd you...

I'M NOT FINISHED! You really make it look like you're hell-bent on making your presence as big of a nuisance as humanly possible. Hitting brit... SHUT IT! Hitting Brit, barging into Abbey's shuttle, making outrageous demands on your shipmates when you're not just helping yourself to their valuables, and making the most salacious allusions, because to top if all off, you're the most filthy sick oversexed mongrel I've ever seen or heard of! Heck, with all this whore chasing you do, it's a miracle you're still alive at all! I'd be willing to bet that you've got more STD's than brain cells! You're a pathetic excuse for a man! And a lousy crew mate!

*crawls back out like a bat out of hell* You little... *hops on his good leg as he unties one of his boots* Mi tian gohn! You asked for it!

*Mobbex widens his stance to optimize the potency of his throw, then hurls the boot at her.*

*Oram gasps and ducks precipitately*

*The boot soars across the galley and embeds itself in the bulkhead by the doorway to the aft hallway, a mere six inches away from Stan's head, who was just coming into the room.*

Abbey:...Pleasuretex?

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Monday, April 21, 2008 3:12 AM

Stan: *Looking at the boot that nearly killed him* Um…. Is this a bad time for you too… *backs out and walks hurriedly away from the two loonies*

*Mobbex makes to pull the boot out of the wall, shoving Oram to the ground, causing her to fall onto her butt, he smirks at what he’s done, but the grin falls away when she goes for him. In an instant he’s fallen to the ground, his bulk and momentum having moved the main table to the other side. Oram gets a few punches in (that that Mobbex feels them, or that they do any damage), before getting his wits about him. As an attempt, he grabs her injured hand, she yells in pain and swears at him*

You ta ma de hun han!!!

Mobbex: You started it!!

Let go!

Mobbex: Not if you’re gonna keep hitting my face!

Ni ta ma de!!

*Mobbex has had enough, he grabs her other hand. She’s obviously ripped some stitches out as blood is trickling down both of their writs, he tries to roll over, but he’s between a wall and a table leg*

Mobbex: *Yelling in general* Some help wouldn’t go amiss.

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Monday, April 21, 2008 3:53 AM

*abbey hears a big commotion coming from above her: yelling, crashing and such. She fights the temptation to go see what is going on, but doesn't want to jeopardize the fact that she is breathing pretty good right now. She decides to keep listening.*

abbey *to herself*: Do we have a drunken brawl up there too?

*She hears another big crash*

abbey *again to herself*: Well, it sounds like someone will be down here sooner or later.

*abbey relaxes, closes her eyes and accidentally drifts off to sleep.

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Monday, April 21, 2008 3:54 AM

*spots the stream of blood pouring from Oram's hand* Aw, look at what you've done... ruined a perfectly good stitch job... *Oram headbutts him in the chin*

Oram and Mobbex, in unison: Ow!

Mobbex: *grunts* All right, enough o' this nonsense... *sees Colt coming down the stairs from the cockpit* Boss! Get y're butt over here n' get her off o' me, or you'll find y'rself out of a medic!

Abbey:...Pleasuretex?

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Monday, April 21, 2008 4:29 AM

*Heading to the galley to see what's for dinner. When I hear a big ruckus*

*I walk in to see Doc straddling Mobbex. She wailing away with a flurry punches to his body and head.*

Huh

*I scratch my head and think to myself "And people think Abbey and I have romantic tension."*

*I see blood from Doc's hand at the same time Mobbex threatens to fight back. Time to put an end to this*

*I grab Doc under the shoulders and lift her off Mobbex*

Easy there Doc. How I'm supposed to parade my intimidating Merc around if you go putting dents in him?

*Doc's actually pissed. She keeps squirming and kicking trying to get back to Mobbex. Mobbex scrambles up off the ground and takes a defensive stance.*

Mobbex: What the hell's wrong with you. You’re as nutty as that Moon brained stowaway.

*Just then the Doc's random kicking strikes a tender spot between my legs*

Owwww

*Loose again she throws her self at Mobbex while I sink slowly to my knees*

*Mobbex seeing her coming this time quickly restrains her. She keeps fighting his grip*

ENOUGH (two octaves higher that usual)

*They both stop struggling*

Who started this?

Oram: He Did

Mobbex: She did

Well I'm ending it (under my breath) soon as I can stand again.

*I ease into a chair.*

Doc you’re bleeding all over the place. Get the Infirmary. Find Stan on the way so he can stitch you back up.
*I get to my feet and limp towards the doorway. I see a boot embedded in the wall. I turn to Mobbex*

You get this mess cleaned up.

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Monday, April 21, 2008 5:10 AM

*I follow the Doc to the infirmary*

Oram: That worthless piece of

(gripping her hand) I should have ripped his

off and shoved them down his

throat. How dare that

he should

and then

Damn Doc I think you forgot

*She looks up quite embarrassed*

Oram: I'm sorry Captain. It's just that he so insufferable

True but I didn't hire him for his winning personality. Care to tell me what that was all about.

Oram: Do I have to?

Best get to it. Can't have you two trying to kill each other. *I move over to her and look at her hand. Half the stitches are busted*

Oram: I don't know he came in with a rash. I gave him something for it. Then I went to the galley to clean up make some tea and we just got into it.

Seems to be more to it that that. *I wash her hand and disinfect the cut*

Oram: I don't know we've been bumping heads for a few days now.

I got no problem with bumping heads. (I fight the urge to turn and look at Abbey) Just see that it stops before it comes to blows next time. Now let’s see if we can find Stan to stitch you up.

Oram: Stan didn’t do it. Mobbex did.

That explains the crappy job.

Oram: He did a great job.

(I smile) So now you’re defending him?

Oram: No...Yes. I don't know. (Hanging her head in defeat)

Well, I've stitched up some livestock in the past. With a little direction I think we can get you patched up.

*With Oram patched up she leaves the infirmary*

No way you slept through all of that.

Abbey: It was quite entertaining.

*I pull a stool up next to her bed*

So how you feeling?

Abbey: Annoyed. Ready to get off this goram machine.

Hey about earlier with those....those two fellas. You know I was just playing.

*She nods*

*Standing* Ok then. I'll have someone bring you dinner. Got to go see to... well Captainy things. *Stopping at the door, I look back* You hurry and get better.

Abbey: I will. Oh and Captain, I'm sure I can find those guys contacts if you want to send them a wave.

*I roll my eyes and start down the hall. I hear her continue*

Abbey: Really I think they liked you. Maybe we can swing back by after repairs and you can go......

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Monday, April 21, 2008 5:20 AM

*abbey realizes she is back to being all alone. She frowns.*

abbey: Oram??? Are you out there?

*Listens and hears no one coming. Out of boredom, she yells after the only other person that might be in range."

abbey *yells*: Can't you do Captainy things later?

Still no one.

abbey: Rutting hell. *crosses arms over chest* Can't get the guy to fight with me even when I want him to...

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Monday, April 21, 2008 5:39 AM

DASHILE

Wave from The Independence to: Captain Colt

Ni Hao Captain:
Just wanted to let you know LT is back on board. I know you wanted to be informed so your plans could be moved forward. See you in they sky,
Dash- Mechanic

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Monday, April 21, 2008 6:04 AM

*Oram returns to the infirmary, but still in a bit of a foul mood. abbey looks at her with a huge smile on her face.*

abbey: I am SO glad to see you! I was getting lonely.

*Oram merely grunts in response.*

abbey *frowning slightly*: When can I get off this thing?

*Oram turns back around.*

Oram *smiling slightly*: Sorry, abbey. Just thinking about other things. Didn't mean to neglect you. I think we can get this off now.

abbey *relieved*: Thank God!

*Oram starts to unhook abbey from machine.*

Oram: Captain said you had some problems when you were gone.

abbey: Yes. I thought I was gonna die.

Oram *in doctor mode, concerned*: That bad?

abbey *nodding as she speaks*: Couldn't get any air in at one point. Think I scared the Captain to death.

Oram: Scared him? *smile growing wider* So how did you recover from the attack?

*abbey thinks back on how helpful he was and how tender he was. The look in his eyes... She now realized that he was truly scared. And his arms... How she felt when he held her...*

*Oram notes the slightly dreamy look in abbey's eyes and smiles wider. The heart monitor starts beating faster as abbey remembers more about the nicer side of the incident. The quickening of the beeping brings abbey back into reality and she is mortified by the change in the monitor and the absolutely giddy look that Oram has on her face.*

abbey *tossing off mask and standing up*: It was nothing. *she stomps off to shuttle*

*Oram chuckles as she finishes cleaning up.*

Oram *giggling softly*: Nothing huh?

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Monday, April 21, 2008 7:27 AM