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RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 11
Thursday, March 4, 2004 9:31 AM
FRAUDIREKTOR
Thursday, March 4, 2004 9:53 AM
MANIACNUMBERONE
Thursday, March 4, 2004 10:45 AM
SQUEE
Thursday, March 4, 2004 11:30 AM
BOOMERGOODHEART
Thursday, March 4, 2004 12:52 PM
CAPNRAHN
Quote:BOOK pockets the memory stick, and immediately a tumble of questions pour out of him "Are you leaving now? Where is this facility? What do you plan to do if you catch up with this scientist? And when do you expect to return? Behind BOOK, the saucepan on the stove starts to smoke excessively, which catches both BOOKs and SIMONs attention. BOOK rushes over to the stove and pulls off the ruined sauce. BOOK "I'm sorry, I know I'm asking too many questions. I'm just worried about you." Before SIMON can answer, SLIGHT sidles in behind the doctor. SLIGHT cutting off any answer SIMON might have given "I apologize, Shepherd, but time is of the essence. The doctor and I need to leave. Quickly. If he feels he has time, it's his choice. But I would suggest leaving it until we return." BOOK brows draw together in worry "So, you two are heading off together." shakes his head, but knows that there isn't much he can say to make Simon change his mind "Be careful, son." With sudden insight, Book reaches into his pocket and pulls out his ident card. He motions Simon close to him, shows him the card and whispers. BOOK "Simon, if you need to, my name may help to get you out of trouble." Book's worry is visible on his face. He turns away from Simon and Slight. BOOK in a hoarse voice "You two should go... before my senses return and I tell the captain what you're doing." Book moves to the large wooden table and sits down, a cup of strong tea in hand. He sets down the cup and raises his hands to his head.
Thursday, March 4, 2004 4:17 PM
GEEZER
Keep the Shiny side up
Thursday, March 4, 2004 4:28 PM
Thursday, March 4, 2004 4:37 PM
Thursday, March 4, 2004 5:48 PM
MERCEDESTROY
Quote:"Well, if you want it mounted: yes. If you want it mounted and functional, I could use another pair of hands. Your mechanic seems to be the top of her class, but I think she's pissed at me... Anyway, mounting it under the bridge would be best. Harder for the Feds to spot or shoot at from under there. But I'm gonna need a ladder or something to get up there."
Thursday, March 4, 2004 11:22 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 1:56 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 2:42 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 6:27 AM
RAVENWHYTEWING
Friday, March 5, 2004 8:58 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 9:46 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 9:52 AM
Quote:Originally posted by Geezer: MAL:[starting low and building in volume and intensity]"Ni ta ma de. Tian xia shuo you de ren dou gaisi Every Gorram time I turn around there's another. Momma told me 'Guan ni zi zi de shi qing, and I try. But every bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro stray in creation has to show up and try to tai-kong suo-yo de shing-chiou doh sai-jin wu di pigu." "So who the Hell are you, little missy, an' what's your sad story? I know you got one. Did Daddy make you do housework? Do the shops here not carry your brand of smellum-good? Do you crave adventure in far-away places? Why shouldn't I just leave you here as a snack for the dingoes?" "No. Don't even answer. Don't talk at all. Just drop your crap over there an' get to work. I give up. I don't know why I even pretend to be Captain around here any more. Wuh de tyen. Gou zao de.."
Quote: Damon was lying on his bed, listening to his favorite music, grinning from ear to ear when his mother opened his door. He pulled off his headphones. “Your father’s home. He wants to see you,” she said. Damon frowned and sat up. “See me? What the hell for? I didn’t do anything.” “I don’t know, just get downstairs.” She paused at the door and turned back. “What’s with you these last couple weeks? You’ve been…” “Happy?” he answered, jumping to his feet. “Yes, happy. You’re not on something again are you?” “No.” His smile widened. It’s my birthday in a few days, he wanted to scream. My eighteenth birthday. Freedom. Free to get the hell out of here, away from him. No more screaming, no more bruises, no more blood, no more broken bones. Sweet freedom to travel the ‘verse, get a job and a girl, make money. Live a life. Excitement boiled inside him until it exploded into uncontrollable laughter and then a long whoop of pure joy. He laughed all the harder at the sight of his mother’s confused look. “Damon, I swear, if you are blowing money on drugs…” “No, no I’m not,” he assured her. I’ll leave that to you and Dad when I’m gone, he thought. That shiong-mung duh kwong-run is always ranting about how useless his son is, how he’s a waist of money. “Never again,” he promised and strode down the hall grinning. He entered the living room where his father and a very rich looking stranger stood waiting. Standing to the side were four more men who had ‘henchmen’ written all over them. Why did he feel like he had just walked into a trap? He stopped a good distance away from all six men and immediately frowned at his father’s appearance. “You’re sober.” “Miracles do happen.” “Yeah, they must.” Damon indulged in a careless sneer. His father kept a straight face, but his gray eyes betrayed the glimmer of a smile that sent a shiver down Damon’s spine. “You on drugs, boy?” the rich stranger asked. Damon glared at him. “Gwon nee tze-jee duh shr.” He turned to his father and folded his arms. “What do you want?” His father slowly raised a piece of paper, holding it for Damon to see. Damon’s gut twisted into a knot; it was his birth certificate. His brain raced for an explanation but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what the hell his father would want with his birth certificate. Something wasn’t right and he suddenly felt a very strong urge to be out of the room. “Know what this is?” Damon didn’t answer. His father lowered the paper, still glaring at him. “It’s a piece of paper with writing on it, nothing more. A worthless piece of luh-suh, a jing-(chang) mei yong duh scrap of fei-oo…” Damon clenched his teeth but stood his ground. He wasn’t going to be baited into starting a fight. Fighting his father when he was drunk was one thing, but fighting him when he was sober with five friends in the room was another. “I’m tired of dealing with it,” his father continued, “Not worth my time, or energy. Not worth anything. But you know what they say: one man’s junk is another man’s treasure.” He lifted the certificate and handed it to the rich stranger. Damon was quiet a moment and then laughed. “You putting me up for adoption?” “No, Damon,” the stranger answered, pulling out a bag of coins, “he’s putting you up for sale.” Damon’s heart leapt to his throat. He felt the blood drain from his face and icy fingers wrenching his insides. “I’m to be your first buyer but certainly not your last.” The stranger handed the bag to Damon’s father and then nodded to his men. Damon bolted for the door, but a strong arm caught his neck from behind. He rammed his elbow into the guy’s middle and tore free only to be grabbed again by someone else. “No! You can’t do this!” A fist plowed into his stomach. He struggled ferociously, but by now there were too many hands holding him. They forced him to his knees, but still he fought. He felt cuffs being closed tightly on his wrists and grimaced as they dug painfully into his skin. “Better get used to them,” the rich man said. “You’ll be wearing them for the entire trip to Oroboros and probably the rest of your life once you are bought.” “NO!” Damon glared at his father, trying to pull free so he could pound his face in. “I’LL KILL YOU! MEH, TAH MAH DUH HWOON DAHN, I’LL KILL YOU!” He felt a hard object make solid contact with his head, and knew no more.
Friday, March 5, 2004 10:04 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 10:18 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 10:35 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 10:51 AM
Friday, March 5, 2004 2:23 PM
Quote: "No. Don't even answer. Don't talk at all. Just drop your crap over there an' get to work. I give up. I don't know why I even pretend to be Captain around here any more. Wuh de tyen. Gou zao de..."
Quote:"Things can always get worse, captain," he muttered,turning back to his work. "And somehow they always do."
Quote:"You know anything about mounting laser cannons?"
Friday, March 5, 2004 3:16 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 4:15 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 5:08 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 5:15 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 6:30 PM
Friday, March 5, 2004 9:49 PM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 1:40 AM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 7:02 AM
CIARA
Saturday, March 6, 2004 9:24 AM
Quote:Originally posted by MercedesTroy: MERZ cocks her head at him. "If it is there, we can find it." She indicates Slight with a toss of her head. "He mentioned a mechanic too. When we see one, we can ask. Wager by then we will have found it ourselves." She walks back to the completed cannon, and the small box to one side containing the firing controls. Picking up the box she tosses it to DAMON and not even bothering to see if he catches it, reaches down and gets both arms around the cannon. She muscles it up onto her right shoulder and then stands upright with the cannon balanced.
Saturday, March 6, 2004 11:23 AM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 1:56 PM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 4:30 PM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 5:57 PM
Saturday, March 6, 2004 6:37 PM
Quote: DAMON "If you aren't looking for passage, then why are you working for these people?" He closes the door and picks up his box.
Saturday, March 6, 2004 10:53 PM
Quote:Originally posted by MercedesTroy: She follows, slowly. "I was looking for passage. I was attempting to bargain for payment in the kind of assistance I could render. I . . . have difficulties dealing with . . people. Apparently I did not make myself understood." She is silent for a heartbeat, looking for words. "I can, I hope, get back to the port and hire out for passage with someone else. I have skills and time, well, it is not like I have somewhere to be right now." She sighs, and then without warning when she speaks again, her voice has gone hard and cold and her eyes look like chips of ice. "I will tell you something, boy. Just between you and me. I was raised a soldier, and for 34 years it was it was all I had and all I was. But I had a gift. It was different and it was frowned apon, and eventually when they could not break me of it, they decided to let me expand my - well, skills to include something else. A warrier is what they made me, but what I think of when I think of myself is what I would be, a weapons tech, and an engineer." She drops her eyes and her voice lowers. "I lost the A.P.E.s and I am out here alone in the black, looking for them. I will do what it takes." And in a whisper, "I would have installed his *wan jun gun for joy alone." When she raises her eyes again the mask is back. "So, lets go find a pilot and mount this puppy."
Sunday, March 7, 2004 6:16 AM
SERENITYSSON
Monday, March 8, 2004 6:25 AM
CHANNAIN
i DO aim to misbehave
Monday, March 8, 2004 9:05 AM
Monday, March 8, 2004 9:51 AM
Monday, March 8, 2004 10:16 AM
Monday, March 8, 2004 3:45 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 4:01 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 4:05 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 4:15 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 5:28 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 6:08 PM
Quote: MERZ flattened out and let DAMON get her ankles and then eased out of the hatch. She opened the power panel and pulled out the 3 leads and then leaned out and over. DAMON held tight, bracing his feet on the rail. "This had better be fast," he muttered. "or I'm gonna drop her."
Quote: "That's it. Now we just need the wires from the box to fasten on this end and run to whichever console gets the firing controls and it's done." MERZ scrubbed her face with both hands - but with both hands and face dirty it did not accomplish much. "Do you feel like climbing out for the wires?" She studied his face for a moment. "You are surely a stubborn *randi ko chhoro. Just how badly are you damaged?"
Quote: She swarmed out of the crawlspace before he could move and carefully lifted him out and set him back on the deck.
Monday, March 8, 2004 8:18 PM
Monday, March 8, 2004 11:21 PM
Tuesday, March 9, 2004 2:36 AM
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