GENERAL DISCUSSIONS

Life Onboard Serenity: To Londinium and Beyond!

POSTED BY: SAMEERTIA
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Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:42 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain kisses Ertia on the neck and says*

I'll go check the pantry babe.

*Ertia smiles a little as Pain brushes a hand across the small of her back and says*

Ok Pain.

*Pain opened the pantry and searched the shelves. He finally found a bottle of meade, grinned, walked back to Ertia and said*

How about this?

*Ertia looks at the bottle in Pain's hand, managed a smile, kissed Pain on the cheek and said*

That'll do.

*Pain put the bottle on the counter, grabbed two glasses, set them down, and opened the bottle of meade. He poured equal amounts into each glass and handed Ertia one. She smiled as she took the glass, taking a sip of the sweet liquid. Pain smiled and said*

I can't wait til we hit Londinium.

*Ertia raised an eyebrow and said*

Oh you've got something planned Pain?

*Pain smiled, took a sip from his glass and said*

You might say that.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 4:50 PM

SAMEERTIA


looks like we got another fight on the way!

"OOh! I love surprises!" Ertia takes a judicious sip of the meade. Oh glorious day, it's heavenly! "I'm just looking forward to having my feet on real ground and not looking over my shoulder every two minutes."

Guy stumps in and settles at the table, "That guy..." And he points towards the cargo bay, "Is a lunatic! He thinks that thing is a PET! He NAMED IT!"

Ertia sighs, resting her head against Pain's shoulder. "I suppose we can cook it and feed it to Jayne. He'll eat anything."

"Gorram right I will." Jayne steps into the kitchen taking a big whiff of the cooking on the stove, "My mama didn't raise no picky eaters!"

The others snicker and Ertia is forced to wonder if Jayne really WOULD eat Dani...

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:03 PM

13


(No eating of Dani! She has an eventual purpose!)

13 strides into the galley, Dani perched on his shoulder. She eyes the rest of the crew evilly, zeroing in on Zoe. Very clearly, she screams:

"SPATHIC!"

Turning to Ertia, she screams, "CALLIPYGIAN!"

13 beams at the cancerous-seeming lizard-bird, saying, "Turns out she's a mimic!"

Dani hisses and says, in her screaming mimic tone:

"Eat shit and die!"

Jayne takes another whiff of the food, saying, "Think it's a prophet, bot-boy."

"Maybe she is. Huh, my little Nostroda-" 13's eyes open wide. "We just changed course seven degrees."

"What?" Fly says. "How could yo-" Suddenly, the ship is yanked to the right, and a panicky Wash-voice rings from the com.

"Somethings got a tractor-beam on us. They've got a scrambler too, whoever they are. Can't scan the source!"



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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:05 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain put his arm around Ertia's shoulder, kissed her head noting how good she smelled and said*

You might want to stir the rice. It smells like it's burning.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:11 PM

DRPAIN


*Right after Pain said that he felt the ship rock and said*

Ai ya! What in the ruttin' hell is goin' on now!

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:28 PM

SAMEERTIA


"Hybernium!" The freakish creature on 13s shoulder squaks.

"I'll hybernium you!" Ertia reaches for a butcher knife, only to be stopped wit Zoe's hard glance.
Instead, she shuts off the stove and reaches for her laser pistol, only to remember that it's still tucked into the hidy hole.

"Great, we're being bordered and I'm armed with a skillet and a potato peeler," She complains as she watches Pain pull his pistol and move with the others toward the cargo bay. "PLease tell me it isn't REAVERS!"

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:32 PM

13


Location: Bridge

Wash wiped a sweaty palm across his forehead as Serenity drew closer to the unknown source, his other hand blindly searching for some way to repel the tractor beam.

The com-monitor blinked to life, revealing a scarred, gray-haired man.

"Permission to board?" he says with a mocking tone, a cruel half-smile on his face.

Mal rushes into the bridge, hearing Orphan's voice. He is closely followed by 13, Dani on his arm.

"No! Don't let him board, whatever you do!"

"Don't think you have a say what happens on this boat, bot-boy." He sighs, telling Orphan. "Let 'em board." The scarred man smiles, and the monitor winks into black.

"Mal, you have no clue what you just did."

"Think I have. Something with a tractor-beam strong enough to pull us in will have heavy firepower. We run, they dust us. We let 'em board, they can't attack us without blowin' themselves up."

"But-"

"Eat shit and die!" Dani screams, silencing 13.

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Orphan smiles as the doors of Serenity yawn open, smiles when he sees the brown-haired man aiming a pistol directly at his face.

"Don't even bother, Mal," 13 says weakly. "Can't shoot him."

"Sayin' he kin dodge bullets?"

"No. He just moves faster than your finger."

Orphan cocks his head in mock curiousity. "Mal Reynolds? Why, last I heard of you, you were stewing on Hera, up to your ears in blood and corpses."

Orphan looks to the catwalk, where River is poised, hands on the railing. A strange look passes over his face. Sadness...and memory...

Mal follows the merc captain's eyes to River, who is staring back at Orphan. Something unspoken passes between the pair, something beyond Mal's understanding.

"So," Orphan says, "You have one of us with you. It doesn't matter; I'm only here for 13."

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:42 PM

13


Location: Bridge

Wash wiped a sweaty palm across his forehead as Serenity drew closer to the unknown source, his other hand blindly searching for some way to repel the tractor beam.

The com-monitor blinked to life, revealing a scarred, gray-haired man.

"Permission to board?" he says with a mocking tone, a cruel half-smile on his face.

Mal rushes into the bridge, hearing Orphan's voice. He is closely followed by 13, Dani on his arm.

"No! Don't let him board, whatever you do!"

"Don't think you have a say what happens on this boat, bot-boy." He sighs, telling Orphan. "Let 'em board." The scarred man smiles, and the monitor winks into black.

"Mal, you have no clue what you just did."

"Think I have. Something with a tractor-beam strong enough to pull us in will have heavy firepower. We run, they dust us. We let 'em board, they can't attack us without blowin' themselves up."

"But-"

"Eat shit and die!" Dani screams, silencing 13.

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Orphan smiles as the doors of Serenity yawn open, smiles when he sees the brown-haired man aiming a pistol directly at his face.

"Don't even bother, Mal," 13 says weakly. "Can't shoot him."

"Sayin' he kin dodge bullets?"

"No. He just moves faster than your finger."

Orphan cocks his head in mock curiousity. "Mal Reynolds? Why, last I heard of you, you were stewing on Hera, up to your ears in blood and corpses."

Orphan looks to the catwalk, where River is poised, hands on the railing. A strange look passes over his face. Sadness...and memory...

Mal follows the merc captain's eyes to River, who is staring back at Orphan. Something unspoken passes between the pair, something beyond Mal's understanding.

"So," Orphan says, "You have one of us with you. It doesn't matter; I'm only here for 13."

"Right here, Orphan." 13's Pemier is in his hand, reflecting the cargo bay lights.

"Good. Now, Captain Reynolds, you and your crew will move up to the catwalk now, or I kill *her.*" He points his finger straight at Kaylee. "Try to shoot me, I'll kill him *he points at Wash* and her." *he cocks his head towards Inara.*

"I have no particular quarrel with you or your crew, although your hacker did cut down on my able bodies on Zenith."

"The deal is this. 13 and I fight; one on one. He loses, I leave, and you go free. I lose, use my com-link to tell my pilot to unboard, and they leave. Its a win-win situation, Captain."

Before anybody can protest, Mal's hand furiously cuts towards the catwalk, and the crew dutifully stride to it.

"You don't hold up on the deal, Reynolds, I'll kill them all."

13 fluorishes (sp?) his Pemier as Orphan unsheathes his katana.

"Do you know you're the last one, 13?" Orphan circles the bot, katana held at the ready. "I've already hunted down the rest. Well, except for Guy, of course. But I'm willing to trade you for him."

"Still one for the talking, Orphan? Lets just fight and get it over with."

"As you wish."

(OoC: A little rushed, as I have to leave soon.)

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:43 PM

SAMEERTIA


Ertia knows where to place her bets during a possible firefight when she's unarmed.

Under the kitchen table, a butcher knife in hand, she waits...

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 5:55 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain stood on the catwalk, leaning on the rails watching the two guys (well one guy and a bot) circle each other. Pain wondered what Ertia was doing. He thought to himself as the two men circled each other some more*

She's probably under the table right now or hiding somewhere safe.

*He wished he didn't leave her in the galley but it was his duty to fight and protect the crew, his second family. Pain shook his head as he heard the sound of metal clash with metal.*

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:07 PM

13



River watched the two fight, tracing their movements with her fingers. The darted in and out, never pursuing the advantage. Both fought defensively, although 13 seemed to be slipping.

She had only been inside of Orphan's mind briefly, but had felt horrible things. The man was a killer, an engine of vengeance and hate, yet so lonely, bleak, and hollow. She knew exactly how he felt. River had felt every second of his pain, every second..

As the two clashed swords again, she wondered how many needles they had pushed into Orphan's head...

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Swords locked in a standoff position, Orphan and 13 struggled to push the other back. Somehow, Orphan's strength and speed equalled the cyborg, maybe even surpassed it...


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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:07 PM

SAMEERTIA


The familiar ring of steel upon steel echoes up into the galley.

Duel!

Safety first, yes, but DUEL!

Ertia's out from under the table in a heartbeat, making her way to the top of the stairs.

Below, in the cargo bay, 13 and another man are engaged in combat, the flare of steel between them making her breath catch in her throat.

She's never seen such speed with a blade, such grace. They circle, parry, slash and withdraw, for all the world looking like even matches. But how can that be? 13 isn't human anymore!

She catches Pain's eye and moves closer to him, fascinated by the fight playing out below her.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:11 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered*

I hope 13 wins.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:22 PM

SAMEERTIA


"Who the hell are they?" She whispers back, gesturing to the crew of the other ship, "Did they come here just for 13?"

"Apparently." Pain answers.

Ertia gasps as 13 neatly sidesteps a backhanded slash and returns with a neat parry. "That's an Agrippa move! Nobody uses that anymore!"

"You know alot about swords?" Pain asks, his eyes never leaving the combatants.

"Some...kinda a hobby." She glances over at the Captain, sees his hand on his gun, "Why aren't we just shooting him while 13s got him distracted?"

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:29 PM

DRPAIN


*Mal overheard Ertia and replied*

We do that and Orphan there kills Wash and Inara. Ain't going to risk my pilot's life or that of Inara's shootin' at someone who's quicker than me. Dong ma?

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:38 PM

SAMEERTIA


"Understood." Ertia shook her head slightly, thinking about the captains words. That fast? Faster than all of them combined?

Still, risk their lives, for 13s? When he had tried to kill them on more than one occassion? She finds herself trying to predict the next moves of the swordsmen, waiting for first blood to be drawn...



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Saturday, June 24, 2006 6:49 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain still had his arm around Ertia's waist. He watched 13 parry as Orphan thrusted. Pain instinctively pulled Ertia closer to him as Orphan's katana cut into one of 13's arms. 13 managed to return the favor making a nice long cut on Orphan's left arm. The fight below was neck to neck, 13 matched each of Orphan's moves. Pain thought to himself as the fighting continued*

Come on 13 beat this hun dan's pigu.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 7:00 PM

SAMEERTIA


Ertia's old core-world finishing school fencing lessons come back to her as she watches the fight, and she categorizes the moves under her breath.

Neither fighter seems to be tiring!


gads, hope 13 can come back soon and finish this! The suspense is killing me!

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 7:15 PM

DRPAIN


Yeah I hope so too these suspenders are killing me as well...oh you meant suspense. My bad! *looks around all shifty like*

*Pain looks over and sees Jayne getting antsy. The fight was in its second hour with no signs of letting up. Pain thought to himself*

This guy's got more stamina than me. He's either very athletic or a machine.

*He looks at Ertia and sees her mouthing some words. He says to her*

What's that you're sayin' bao bei?

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 7:34 PM

SAMEERTIA


Bao bei. The very word makes her feel warm inside. She wants him to say it again, but instead answers his question, saying the terms a little louder,

"The moves...
13 used iron door, blocked with rownde,side thrust, spring, anbinden..." She pauses, "Babe, they are using moves I've never seen before. The match of katana against rapier? Unheard of! Asian style blended with German, blended with basic Italian... It's..."

"It's disturbing," Inara says softly from behind them, "I've only ever seen one other duel that comes close to this."

"What happened?" Pain asks, half turning towards her, but not looking away from the floor.

"They killed each other." The Companion answers quietly.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 8:44 PM

DRPAIN


Hey JR, Fly! You two are missing out on a pretty good fight!

*Ertia gasped at what Inara said. She replied in a whisper loud enough for Pain to hear*

Do you think that's goin' to happen with 13 and Orphan?

*Inara said unsmiling*

There's a good chance they might.

*Inara moved away from the two quietly and swiftly. Ertia turned and looked up at Pain. He looked into her eyes as she said*

You don't think that'll happen Pain do you?

*Pain wiped a tear from her cheek and said*

I hope not bao bei. I sure hope not.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 10:49 PM

BIGWOLF18


*13 and orphan back away and circle each other, 13 lunges but orphan neatly sidesteps and finally get a small cut on 13's arm*

wolf" uh-oh thats not good."

*wolf walks over to jayne and pain, a gunman following his everymove.*

*wispering* wolf" i say if orphan keeps winning we go all out."

jayne" wachtoo' talkin' bout wolf?"

wolf" we help 13 if orphan wins."

*wolf thoughts* but god i hope he doesent!

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Saturday, June 24, 2006 11:10 PM

BIGWOLF18


WOOOOOOOOOO IM GOING TO SEE THE BLUE-MAN GROUP IN LONDON TODAY! i got to drive two hours though, but still.WOOOOOOOT!

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 7:25 AM

DRPAIN


KEWL!! Have fun with that Wolf . In other news my computer seems to be fine now. I'd post something related to the thread but my brain is empty. *Runs off to do something creative and get the brain juices flowing*

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 7:33 AM

13


Why don't they just shoot him!? 13 thinks as Orphan attacks again, a powerhouse half-moon slash. Blocking the slow attack easily, the Pemier shivers. Orphan draws back before 13 can push him away, katana held in his left hand.

"Calls for a change of pace," Orphan whispers, and lunges. As 13 slaps away the long thrust, Orphan's right hand blurs up, smashing 13's face.
The bot stumbles, open to the attack.

Amazingly, Orphan doesn't take the advantage. A strange half-smile tugs at his face, and he attacks again.

As the two adversaries lock blades, Orphan viciously kicks out his leg, solidly connecting with 13's knee. A sickening crack is heard,
and Orphan nimbly steps away.

13 collapses on one leg, mouth gaping. That dirty...

"Thought you had integrity. Guess the murders changed that, didn't they?" 13 groans, rising to his feet and setting into guard.

"I could say the same thing about you."

At that, 13 two-hand lunges almost blindly, a clumsy and lethal mistake.

Melding a brutal slash with a sidestep, Orphan dodges 13's blow, his katana biting into flesh. 13 drops the Pemier, blood pooling underneath him.

"Get up," Orphan says plainly, katana at the cyborg's throat. "Do it, or I'll kill them all."

13 remains on the grated metal, watching his blood drip through.

Orphan sighs, and brings back his katana to deliver the final blow...

...at the same time, Mal drawing his pistol with snake-like quickness. Before he can get a shot on Orphan, a slim, bloodied katana is protruding from his chest.

"Huh?" Mal manages, sitting down on the catwalk. The others go to help him, as Orphan shakes his head.

"That's unfortunate, Captain Reynolds. I believed you to be a man of your word. Now they die."

"No. Just me." 13 stands up, blood dripping from his enormous wound, electricity arcing from the exposed nerve-wiring.

"Make no mistake, 13. You're first."

The bot rushes the pirate, setting into a crazed, furious combo of punches, lashing foottrips. Orphan seems to slide through the air, dodging the blows easily.

They increase in speed and intensity as the crew looks on, desperate and clinging to hope, Mal rushed to the infirmary by Zoe and Simon.

"Can't beat me, 13," Orphan says breathlessly. "Honestly, if XIII couldn't, you think you ca-"

13's knee slams into Orphan's mouth, spraying blood and teeth across the cargo bay.

"Don't you ever shut up!?" 13 seizes the Pemier, slashing meat-axe style. Struggling to stay uncut, Orphan can only concentrate on evasion.



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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 7:46 AM

13


Ducking to avoid a decapitating horizontal, Orphan donkey-kicks 13 in the chest, moving to grab his sword-wrist as the bot is stunned.

Twisting it cruelly, 13 is forced to release the Pemier (Delilah II?), leaving Orphan to snatch it desperately.

His one arm a furious blur of steel and bloody flesh, Orphan stabs again, and again, and again, over and over until 13's chest is a bloody ruin, a tattered butchery of human form.

Fly squeezes teary eyes shut as Orphan continues to stab 13, Pain trying to comfort her, although he himself is just as scared.

Breathing heavily, Orphan hurls away the crimson blade, and grasps 13's head. He snaps the bots neck, and hurls the limp body across the cargo bay.

"Now," he says to the watchers, "you'll have to die for your captains mistake."

"And your crew will have to die for yours." Orphan, stunned, turns around to see the ruinous 13, eyes blazing.

"Snapping my neck? Only works for full organics."

Moving faster than the eye could even register, 13's charged fist slams into Orphan's face, and straight through it, hand sliced by bone and coated with cerebral fluid and gore.

Formerly known as 'Experiment 1,' student of the Academy, the shattered man called Orphan finally fell, leaving nothing behind of his existence.



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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 7:59 AM

SAMEERTIA


Ertia cringes away from the violence below. Glancing towards the infirmary, she realizes the simple truth.

If 13 did not win this fight, Orphan would kill them all, no matter what.

Glancing up at Pain, she sees his knuckles white where he grips the railing, knows he longs to take action somehow, but doesn't dare for fear of getting them all killed.

It won't matter, she realizes in a moment of cold truth. Orphan would see them all dead now. Even if he won the fight, executed 13, it would all be over.

Slinking back from the others, she moves down the corridor and drops into Jayne's bunk. Vera hangs in her honored spot; gleaming with oil, fully loaded.

Ertia lifts her reverently and also takes the sniper rifle, checking the rounds before moving back to the catwalk, keeping the guns discretely at her side. Slipping to Jayne's side, she whispers, "Don't move, give me your hand."

As he reaches back, she wraps his fingers around Vera, seeing them tighten as he understands. Carefully, discretely, she makes her way back across, pressing hands to weapons, switching off safeties.

Damned if they were gonna sit here and die!

Pain gives her a hard look, a half shake of his head, but she nods towards the infirmary, gestures discretetly to Inara and Kaylee to get out, get to Inara's shuttle.

13 was on the cargo bay floor, wrestling with Orphan, blood spilling from both of them as they pummeled each other.

Orphan's mercs stood in a line, weapons drawn, waiting for the signal to fire.

Ertia dropped down to her knees, taking as much cover as she could from the railings, and aimed the sniper rifle at the tallest ones forehead.

Glancing down, she saw the others watching the fight while glancing towards her, ready for some sort of signal.

Just as 13s fist smashes through Orphan's face, scattering brain matter across the deck....

"GO SE MONKEY! GO SE MONKEY!" 13s mutant pet squaks suddenly and Ertia's finger jerks, firing the first round...

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 8:10 AM

13


Almost immediately after 13 de-brained Orphan (The cause of death of Gina Torres' character in Angel, BTW!) Ertia let loose with a burst of bullets, accompanied by a dual Glock-wielding JR, Jayne and Vera, Fly with Delilah in Pistol Form, and the hissing Shipscat.

Luckily, before the main bulk of mercs can come through the boarding tunnel (or whatever) Dani leaps down from the catwalk, screaming: SPATHICSPATHICSPATHICSPATHICSPATHICIZZU!!!

Distracted, this allow Jayne to lob a flash grenade, blinding the mercs and allowing the crew to finish the last of them off.

This all takes place in roughly twenty-two seconds.

After the short but loud fight, 13 is still standing in the cargo bay over Orphan's body, hand dripping blood, numerous thrust-wounds gory waterfalls. Falling to his knees, he laughs quietly, and closes his eyes...

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 8:31 AM

DRPAIN


*The smell of cordite and blood filled the air. Pain stood on the catwalk both his pistol and revolver at his sides, smoke rolling up from the barrels. Pain's breathing returned to normal as he looked down at the carnage on the cargo bay floor. He holstered his firearms and walked over to Ertia who still held the sniper rifle. He said to her as 13 continued to laugh*

Are you ok babe?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 8:37 AM

13


"That was wild."

13 falls in half.

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 8:57 AM

SAMEERTIA


Ertia stands up a little shakily and hands Pain Jayne's empty sniper rifle. "Yah. I'm okay. That was... there's alot of blood down there."

For a long moment she looks over the edge of the catwalk, staring at 13's silent, split-up body. Finally she whistles out a long breath, pushes her hair out of her face and says, rather unfazed, "Oh, christ. Is he dead? Again?"

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:04 AM

13


"Yeowch." He looks down at his lower half disconnectedly, squinting. "That's a problem."

"Not dead, E. Just a..*yawn* setback..someone help me up? Try not to slip, there's quite a lot of blood."

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:20 AM

SAMEERTIA


And hydraulic fluid, Ertia notes as she and Pain make their way down to the cargo bay. Pain hits the airlock button, shutting them off from the other ship, and taps the com, "Wash? They releasing that tractor beam or do we gotta go over there and exchange pleasantries?"

Ripping tie lines from a crate, Ertia starts biting them into short pieces, tying off the various tubes and veins that are leaking fluid out of 13.

"I can't feel my legs." He quips, and Ertia's forced to giggle, although she's kneeling in inch deep blood and gore.

"We'll get em put back on. Don't you worry." She glances up as Fly comes over, reholstering her guns.

"Oh, 13." Is all she says before kneeling down and helping Ertia.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:39 AM

13


"Send the signal. The transmitter should be in his pocket." 13 jabs a finger at Orphan's corpse.

Dani rushes to it, tearing open the pocket and delivering the transmitter to 13, panting monstrously.

"Thanks, girl. They'll leave once they know Orphan's dead. That man was their strength."

FIVE MINUTES LATER...

The Dying Angel has left Serenity, leaving behind their dead men, including Orphan. 13 is still lying in the cargo bay, staring at Orphan's body. Most of the blood has been cleaned up.

Everyone is helping to clean up the battlefield, hauling bodies to be spaced, mopping blood, digging out slugs from the walls.

Nobody has come near Orphan's carcass.

"Who was he?" River asks 13, standing behind him, still barefoot despite the blood.

"What you would've become. A nothing. Like me."

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:46 AM

DRPAIN


Ok I won't be on the computer due to the fact I have company over. I'll be back on in several hours.

*Pain muttered to JR as he kicked a dead body into the lower cargo hold*

Just great I wanted to relax and spend some quality time with Ertia and what do I get to do? I get to clean up a bunch of ruttin' dead hun dans.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 12:20 PM

SAMEERTIA


Her hands are sticky with blood and hydraulic fluid, and her jeans and tank top are soaked through with it.

She turns care of 13 over to River and Fly and stands up, watching Pain kick body into the lock with unnecessary force. Admittedly, she feels rather like doing more violence herself.

Angrily, she strips off tank top and jeans, her bloodied boots and socks, and drops them into the lock as well, ignoring the others as she heads straight for the shower in only her bra and panties.

She supposes it's indicative of the mood of the ship that Jayne doesn't even whistle as she strides past him.

She's had enough blood, she thinks, as she steps into the shower and scrubs down quickly to conserve water for the others.

Clean, she wraps herself in a towel and heads to the infirmary, just sticking her head in long enough to see that Mal is sedated, and Simon is working silently and efficiently to repair the damage.

Heading back to Pain's bunk, she looks longingly at the tussled blanket, the pillow still holding the indentations of both their heads, but she pulls on her long gypsy skirt and a loose blouse, leaving her feet bare.

She'll buy new boots on Londinium. *If they ever got there.*

Ertia pushes that thought aside and heads to the kitchen, reheating the dinner and setting the table, although her appetite is utterly gone.

"FigIZZIT!" The mutant pet wanders into the kitchen and Ertia throws it a piece of chicken, hoping to shut it up.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 12:52 PM

DRPAIN


Ok I'm back albeit a little tired and hot *curses at Central California's crappy weather*

*Pain was tired, his pants and shirt had splotches of blood and brain matter on them, his boots didn't fare any better either. Pain kicked the last of the dead merc's into the lower cago hold and said to JR*

Think you can handle the rest of the go se?

*JR looks at Pain and says*

Yeah sure it ain't nothin' just some scrubbin'.

*Pain nods and heads for the autowasher. He unstraps the leg holster, takes off the shoulder holster, and places them on a nearby hook. Pain then strips down to his boxers (which he luckily wore having to save the crew from looking at his naked body) and throws his clothes and boots into the autowasher. He takes the holstered weapons and heads for the shower. Once inside the shower room he turns on the shower, takes off his boxers, sets his weapons down near them, and steps inside for a quick shower. After five minutes have passed he towels himself off, puts on his boxers, picks up his weapons, and heads to his bunk. He passes through the galley, notices the smell of food and Ertia, walks over to her, places a hand on her waist and says*

That smells good.

*Even though she's been through hell in the cargo bay she manages to turn around and smile at Pain. She sees him standing their in nothing but his boxers and says*

Well I'm glad you think so. You and Jayne will probably be eating most of it and why are you in your boxers?

*Pain places a kiss on her forehead and says*

Had to wash my clothes. Thought I'd head to my bunk and get some clean ones.

*Ertia replies taking in the sight of Pain*

Perhaps you should do that then. Unless of course you plan on eating like that.

*Pain jokingly says*

What this old thing? It's more of an evenin' look.

*Ertia tries to hide a smile and says*

Just go get some clothes on babe. You can prance around in your evening wear later.

*Pain puts his hands in the air in mock surrender, the holstered weapons hanging from their straps and says*

Alright alright sheesh.

*Ertia gives him a firm hug and a kiss as Pain leaves for his bunk. She hears his bunk's hatch open and close and returns to the food cooking on the stove.*

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 1:02 PM

SAMEERTIA


No kidding! It's 98 up here on the mountain today! I can only imagine how you poor folks down in the valley are doing!

Ertia smiles to herself as she watches Pain head for his bunk, savoring the memory of his kiss as she admires his departing backside. Lordee she loves to watch him go!

"Ertia, perhaps you could kindly close your mouth before you drool in our supper?" Book's voice teases her from across the counter and she has the grace to look embarrassed.

"Figured you'd be down praying over the captain." Ertia can't quite keep the worry from her voice.

"Well, I reckon once our fine Captain is up and can see what a mess we made, we'll all need his prayers alot more."

"We? Were you shooting?" Ertia asks in surprise, but Book just smiled enigmatically as the others start to file in, drawn by the smell of food.


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Sunday, June 25, 2006 1:22 PM

DRPAIN


Well it's currently a 103 where I live. But I'm not bothered by it cause I'm sitting next to the cold AC .

*Pain threw on some clean pants, shirt, and boots. He slid his belt through the belt loops of his pants, buckled it, and reattached the leg holster with his pistol firmly in it. He dumped the shoulder holster on his desk and looked at the mess that was his bed. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the room. It still smelled of sex, but he didn't mind. He quickly took off the sheets and pillow case and threw them into the duffle bag full of dirty clothes. Pain pulled the drawstring closed and heaved the bag over his good shoulder. He climbed up the ladder and out of his bunk. He closed the hatch and saw people in the galley getting ready to eat. He walked through the galley and heard Wash say*

Hey Pain whatcha got in the bag?

*Pain responded*

Just my dirty laundry.

*He exited the galley before Wash could respond and headed to the autowasher. Once at the machine he opened the door and took out his dried and freshly cleaned clothes and boots. He was currently barefoot but he didn't care as he dumped the contents of the duffle bag into the autowasher and hit the 'ON' button. He stopped by the infirmary to check in on the Captain before heading back to the galley for some grub. He thought to himself as he climbed up the stairs*

Please Buddha just let this day go by without another hitch.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 1:44 PM

JRC


OoC: I've been reading everything y'all have posted, very intense and exciting. Again, I apologize for not posting. I'll also say thanks for not killing off my character!!!
By the way, Pain, Ertia, you mentioned central Calif. I've been to Fresno, Sanger and Reedley before, been awhile tho. Have a bunch of relatives in those two small towns. Also a couple of uncles in Palm Springs. Loved going to Yosemite and Sequoia Nat'l Forest.

Everyone dies alone.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 2:34 PM

DRPAIN


Hey you're welcome. You post when you can man it's ok with us. Nice to hear you got family out here in the wacky state of CA.

*Pain entered the galley and smelled the food at the table. He took a seat next to Ertia and kissed her on the cheek. Jayne said out loud as he scooped some food on his plate*

Cut it out ya two can't ya see that i'm eatin'?

*Pain and Ertia chuckle as Pain says*

I'm sorry for displayin' affection for the woman I love. I promise not to do it again and offend your sensibilities.

*Jayne grunted*

Best see to it ya do.

*Pain replied as Ertia handed him a plate*

I was bein' sarcastic Jayne.

*Ertia rubbed Pain's back and said*

Aw come on now Pain, Jayne's just jealous ain't you Jayne?

*Jayne says a little irritated*

Aw hell I ain't jealous I jus' ain't got the time fer a relationship.

*Pain says*

Uh huh sure.

*Just then Mal comes in holding his bandaged chest and says*

Alright would everyone stop pickin' on Jayne long enough to enjoy the fine cookin'.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 3:46 PM

SAMEERTIA


"Captain!" Kaylee practically squeals. Ertia's glad Kaylee did it before she did it and embarrassed herself.

"I heard y'all had a shoot-out?" Mal lowers himself gingerly to his seat and looks around himself, "13?"

"In parts, sir." Zoe answers, "River and Fly are patching him up."

"Good." Mal heaps food on his plate, "'Cause when we get this job done, I'm gonna kill him my ownself."

No one can tell if he's actually joking or not.

"Good food." Wash breaks the tension, talking wiht his mouth full.

"Hear hear." Ertia raises her cup of tea, saluting the table. "Here's to the best damn crew flying!"

She leans her head on Jayne's shoulder as the raucus voice of 13's nasty little pet cries, "HERE HERE HERE HERE!"

"I'm gonna kill that thing, too." Mal grunts, but this time, he's smiling.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 4:02 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain swallows some chicken, chases it with some tea and thinks to himself*

It's good to have the Captain back.

*Pain felt a familiar hand on his thigh, glanced over at Ertia and grinned. Ertia returned the grin as she ate some rice. Pain was about to return the favor when 13's pet screached*

YIBBLETYJIGGETYZOOB!!!!

*Jayne said to noone in particular*

Someone wanna shut that gorram freak up?

*Kaylee spoke up*

Aw Jayne it just wants some attention is all.

*Pain thought to himself as he ran a hand up Ertia's thigh*

If'n 13 does keep that thing onboard he'd better not expect me to clean up after it.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 4:57 PM

13


(OoC: You two are both from California? Huh. Feel so lonely up in Canada..)

Resting rather comfortably in the infirmary, 13 is (for the most part) patched up, although his legs still aren't reattached. He's stopped bleeding and leaking, however.

Drained from the duel, 13 attempts to recharge, using a specific item he acquired from Kaylee, snorting as he tossed the thing in his hands.

"Four AAs..that'll at least keep me up for two hours."



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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 7:42 PM

DRPAIN


*Pain finished his food, gently grabbed Ertia's hand off his thigh, stood up and said*

Alright I gotta check on my laundry.

*Mal said swallowing down some food, twinging some from his wound*

We'll be here.

*Ertia looked at Pain with a disappointed look, but smiled again as he kissed her on her head. He smiled back at her, turned and headed to the autowasher. He thought to himself as he headed down the stairs and past the infirmary where 13 was*

I hope Ertia changes her hair back to the color it was before. I ain't really partial to blondes.

*He made it to the autowasher, noting the clothes he had on previously were still there. Pain opened the autowasher door, opened his duffle bag, and started to dump in the dry clothes and bed sheets. After he did that he took his now dry boots and put them on. He hoisted the bag over his good shoulder and made his way across the cargo bay to the front stairs. He climbed up the stairs, rounded the corner and made his way to his bunk. Ertia saw Pain open his hatch and quickened the rate of her food consumption.*

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 9:36 PM

JRC


OoC: Where to begin? I'm sooo out of the loop.
The brief but intense firefight and the subsequent clean-up left many of the crew almost in a state of shock, and the captain and 13 wounded. But some good grub brought everybody back to life. JR had received a small flesh wound to his shoulder that didn't require the Doc's talents, but Inara had seen him placing a piece of gauze on the wound. "Here, let me help you with that," she says. "Looks a little deep, you want to have Simon look at it?" JR says, "Naw, just stings a little. 'Sides, I don't want Doc to be distracted on a little cut." Inara says, "All right, JR, but I'll help you out by bringing a bowl of some of that delicious food, OK?" "Sure, Inara, I'd like that," he says, thinking to himself how nice it would be to have someone like her around all the time. "Oops, can't begin to think like that again. She and Cap'n have a history, and I oughta be thinking more of Sybil." Inara returns to JR with two bowls of food on a tray. At that moment, Simon spots Inara and JR, with JR placing his left hand on his upper right shoulder. "JR, thanks for letting me work on some other things. Good job on the shoulder, but I want you to place your arm in this sling. Inara, can you help him out?" Simon hands the sling to Inara. She says, "I'd be happy to." She turns to JR and says, "Can you please come with me JR?" All JR can do is get up and follow, as if he's been hypnotized.

Everyone dies alone.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006 10:59 PM

JRC


Both Inara and JR proceeded to her shuttle. As usual, her quarters literally sparkled, with candles placed throughout the room, giving off a soothing smell of vanilla. And to JR's mild surprise, there was Shipscat, lounging on the bed. "Hey girl, ain't seen you in a spell," JR says. Shipscat almost jumps at the chance for a good back rub. "My, she's friendly, ain't she," JR says. Inara responds, "Yes, I'm a little surprised myself. Normally, when she's finished eating, she'll just leave here and go somewhere else. I guess she really likes you." Shipscat was purring loudly, arching her back while JR stroked it from neck to tail. Inara walks up to JR with the bowl of food on a tray, a large spoon on one side and a glass of water on the other. "If I remember correctly, you don't drink tea, correct?" JR says, "Yes, that's right. Thank you." After she's placed his food and drink on the table, she gets her own food and drink and returns to the table. "Thanks for waiting for me," she says. They both start to eat the delicious food. Inara asks, "Have you talked to Sybil lately?" JR almost chokes on his food. "Uh, ahem, no, not for a few days. We have the coordinates for the docking station and her summer home, so right before we hit atmo I'll send her a wave. Why do you ask?" Inara says, "I haven't told you, but, the name Sybil Harrow sounded vaguely familiar, from some years ago. So, I check the Training school records where I became a registered companion." JR's eyes widen, a lot. "What, she's a companion? She never said that to me!!" Inara says, "No, no, dear. Nothing like that. The companion guild offers a very elite, high class etiquette school, offering young women, and a few men, the opportunity to "better" themselves in high society. Believe me, it's very expensive. And a certain Sybil Harrow passed all her courses with flying colors, graduating in the top five percent of her class of two hundred students. But, she also took classes in earth-that-was history, literature, and even a 18-month course in kung fu, earning a silver tiger level. I must say, you've got quite a woman there," Inara says with her gorgeous smile. JR has stopped eating. "Gosh, why would a woman of her caliber be interested in me? It don't make no sense," JR says with a blank look on his face. "I mean, I'm just a 'hired hand' round these parts, ain't nothin' special to look at, least I don't think so." He gets up from the table. "I'm not sure I'm gonna be the right choice for her. Need to think about this." Inara quickly rises from the table and places her hand on his arm. "JR, a good woman sees beyond the first impression, if she has time. You gave your time to her to 'check you out', so to speak. I believe she sees what I do, a good man who's had to do some hard things to live and get by. A man of loyalty and strength. She likes what she sees after that first impression. Believe me, I know if I could I would jump at that chance to....." before she can finish, JR grabs her arm and pulls her towards him, and as she rather forceably bumps into JR, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her up to him and presses his lips to hers. She resists for only a second, totally giving in to the passion that he relays thru his lips and tongue to hers. She strokes the back of his neck while he continues to hold her up to meet his mouth. Though only ten seconds, the kiss seems to last for hours. When they finally part, their hearts are almost pounding out of their chests. Inara places her hands on his chest and looks into his eyes and in a quiet voice says, "My, I thought we took care of that crush you had for me in our last conversation." JR says, "Inara, I've been wanting to do that for almost three years now, and I'm not gonna apologize for doing it, but I will say, if the Cap'n ever comes to his senses, he'll be one lucky man."


Everyone dies alone.

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Monday, June 26, 2006 5:47 AM

SAMEERTIA


WHOOT JR!!!!!!!!
*does silly JR-Kissee-'Nara dance*
Okeee... done now.*

Ertia gulps down the last of her meade and glances around. Technically, she was on clean-up today, but she's already been the one to cook.

"We've got it, Ertia." Book says kindly, "Get some rest."

"Thank you, shepherd." She pauses by Guy and Fly, "Night you two! Good shooting today."

"What? No 'good job' for me?" Mal teases her, and she pats him on the back as she passes.

"No, sir. You got yourself run through with a katana." She hesitated, her eyes gleaming, "What happened to that, by the way?"

"It's in the infirmary." Simon answers as he fills his own plate, having just seen to JR.

"Yours if you want it." Mal says, "Don't particularly care to see it again."

"THANKS!" Ertia skips down the corridor to Pain's bunk, humming to herself.

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Monday, June 26, 2006 6:01 AM

DRPAIN


*Pain finished putting clean sheets on his bed as he heard a knock on his door. He leisurely walked over to the com and said*

Who is it?

*Ertia pressed the com button and said*

It's me you sexy sexy man.

*Pain chuckled, pressed the com button and said*

Come in.

*Pain watched as his room's hatch opened and Ertia climbed down the ladder. She gasped when Pain picked her up in his strong arms, kissing her passionately. He carried her a short ways, her hands carressing the back of his neck. She giggled as he sat her down on his desk, his arms on her waist. They kissed again before his lips departed from hers, and he said*

I see you're ready for dessert.

*Ertia wrapped her legs around his waist, kissed him and said*

You got that right bao bei.

*Pain gave her a devilish grin and kissed her.*

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Monday, June 26, 2006 8:08 AM

BIGWOLF18


oh thanks for leaving out the mucky, porny bits. much obliged. you 2 live in CA, you live in canada, at least you guys are on the same continant, im livin' on a small island in europe rules by a queen. GO ENGLAND, WIN THAT CRRAAZZZY WORLD CUP!!!

*wolf gets up from his food and makes for his bunk*

jayne" hey, wolf, where you goin'?"

wolf" bunk (he grunted)"

*he enterd his bunk, layed down and put on the tape the alliance official had given him, as he slept the tape gave him the sublimnal instructions he needed to carry out the part of the acadamies plan.*

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