VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Saturday, April 26, 2014 13:20
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Ok Crew here's the new diggs.
We had some loading problems with the last thread so we'll cutting it off around 200 each time.
I've had a lot of fun so far. I hope you have as well.
Where we started
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33104
Where we moved to
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33308
The one we're leaving
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33361&m=603846#603846
If we keep this up we might fill a thread just listing our old ones.
Great Job Crew. You are the best in the Verse.
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*abbey looks up and glares at the Captain.*
abbey *with venom*: Maybe he can help fix my gorram shuttle door. Can't schedule any business until I can close it. Wouldn't want me nor any of my belongings to get sucked out where the door should be. *she stands up, grabs her bowl and retreats towards the shuttle.*
*Oram giggles under her breath as the Captain then glares at Oram. Stan speaks up.*
Stan: What kind of business is she in?
The pain in my ass business *Watching her go* Just once I would like to...(Notices everyone watching me)
Oram: Just like to what?
Nothing. Stan I think we can work out an arrangement. Wash and I do most the flying. Wouldn't hurt to have a third. Break up some of the long nights. Just wake Wash before trying to land. We'll let her handle that part. When your not on shift you can help out Spots and we could use a shuttle pilot for some of our deals. That way Wash can stay with the boat.
*I look down at the plate that looked so appetizing before Abbey stormed off*
Speaking of Wash guess I better go relieve her for dinner.
*I get up and head to the bridge*
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*Stan is finished with his plate so he picks it up and sets it down in the sink. He heads up the short gangway into the forward hallfway after the Captain. Noticing briefly that the young lady introduced to him as Brit has gotten up to follow.*
*Catching up to the captain before the gangway leading to the upper deck and bridge.*
Stan: "Captain.. do you think I could maybe try my hand now?"
Colt: *Thinking for a few seconds* "I don't see as to why not. Couldn't do near as much damage here as you might closer to any planets or other such bodies. Sure, why not."
*They walk onto the bridge. Wash is sitting at the pilots control console staring out the window.*
Colt: "Wash... dinner."
Wash: "What? Oh thanks capt'n. Who's the new guy?"
Colt: "This is Stan, he just came aboard on Greenleaf. He's got some piloting experience so he's going to be flyin' every now and then to give us a bit of a break." *In a whisper to Wash* "I wouldn't trust him with entry or landing yet, alright?"
Wash: *slapping Stan on the shoulder as she leaves the bridge* "Nice to meet ya Stan."
*She passes Brit, who's just coming in, on her way out.*
Colt: *To Stan* "Alright, take a seat."
*Stan sit down easily in the pilot's seat. Leaning this way and that to inspect the various switches, dials, touch screens and knobs. He leans forward over the console and makes note of the heading and current relative speed."
Stan: "Looks.. shiny captain."
Colt: "Just keep us on the same heading and let me know if anything changes."
Stan: "Will do."
*He grabs the stick and turns to add something else, accidentally causing the ship to jerk a bit.*
Colt: "What the... what was that?"
Stan: "Oh, sorry. That was... nevermind. We're ok I.. we're fine...heh. Really."
Colt: "Keep it that way."
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*Mobbex is gobbling down serving after serving, all the while looking daggers at Oram. Doc wants war? She's gonna get it, he thinks*
*He gets to his feet and stretches an arm toward the countertop, looking for his third refill, but something yanks it back onto his buttocks* Huh?
*Brit lets go off his jacket and carries on with her meal* What's your problem, fruitcake?
Brit: *doesn't bother to look at him as she speaks* Ingesting sustenance in precipitated fashion stimulates the build up of flatus along the gastrointestinal tract.
Mobbex: Wh... Why do I even bother talkin' to you? *shakes his head in disgruntlement as he plonks his bowl on the table*
*She looks up at Mobbex nonchalantly*
And don't call me fruitcake.
*She gets up and follows Stan and the Captain onto the bridge. She listens to the Captain and Stan talk back and forth, then sees Stan reaching for the stick*
You shouldn't-- *the ship jerks* Nevermind...
*The Captain and Stan exchange words and the Captain finally exits the bridge*
*Brit walks up to Stan, seeing his hands nervously controlling the equipment* You are a bird. Different from any kind known to man, itself. A bird seeking to find it's way through a darkened sky blanketed in the clouds of spectral correlation function developing coherence in dense cores to form a stellar object which soon changes to a large constellation. Your wings are different. Strange, in a way. You fly differently... inequivalently to any other warm-blooded vertebrate coming from the Aves class of species.
You are one Strange Bird...
*smiles* You can call me "batshit nuts."
*wanders out of the bridge*
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*Oram sits on the infirmary floor, having cleaned it up and making it spotless. She’s also showered, wearing black tracksuit pants with a large purple shirt that goes down to her knees, her damp hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she's not watching anything, though her toes do wriggle every so often, and she takes a drink every now and then from her bourbon stash… Faint footsteps start coming towards the infirmary, but Oram ignores whoever is coming… or she doesn’t hear them*
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*Mobbex nearly stumbles over Oram as he comes into the infirmary* What the hell're you doin'?
*Oram surreptitiously hides the bourbon before responding* What do you want.
Mobbex: *walks past her and proceeds to turn the cabinets inside out* My meds got all squished up when you pounced' o' me.
Oram: *her voice sways a little as she speaks* Hey... stop! I just... *sighs* ...in the third drawer, to your left.
Mobbex: *notices the bottleneck sticking out of behind Oram's back* 'Nice to see that you're gettin' comfortable. Not even retreatin' to the privacy o' your bunk when time comes to take a sip at the good stuff.
Oram: Y... *hips* you're a moron.
Mobbex: And you're a drunk.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*she gets unsteadily up off the floor, but leaves the more-than-half-empty bottle where she hid it*
I'd rather be a drunk than you any day. You suck as a human.
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Mobbex: *his lips twist into a scornful smile* And you're a picture of virtue... What did'y say them pills were called again?
Oram: *leans against the bulkhead and rubs her hands against her forehead* Go to hell.
Mobbex: *chuckles at Oram's gibe* Y' know, I's wrong about you. 'Figured you for a delicate little flower of a girl. Hah! 'Turns out you're just as big of a case as anyone else here on this boat, myself included. 'Difference is, most of us actually like the mess we're in. Take me, for instance. I dig this life. I get paid, 'get to fight an awful lot, 'get to get it on when the ladies are game... and I got 'purpose. You, you don't have none o' that. It's like you're clingin' on to somethin', y' don't live. And I think outta the two of us, y're the one to be pitied... Oh, these are the ones! *holds a small plastic container high in triumph*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*what Mobbex says is true in a sense and it sinks in, but it doesn’t stop it stinging. She can’t help the few escaping tears nor the wavering in her voice as she watches him attempting to read the capsule bottle*
I hate you.
*as she walks past, now in full crying mode, she slams the correct tablets on the counter for Mobbex, before heading for her bunk and locking the door, while leaving the bottle of alcohol on the ground*
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*to himself* She had it comin'
*takes the tablets and stuffs them into his jacket pocket*
*lays his gaze on the bottle of bourbon*
*shrugs*
*scoops it up and takes a swig* Hmm... *nods appreciatively* Good stuff... *looks up and sees Abbey glaring at him through the window*
Uh-oh...
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Abbey steps in the doorway, blocking Mobbex’s way out.*
Mobbex *slightly irritated*: Can you get out the way?
Abbey *her voice unnaturally soft, but steely cold*: What do you think you’re doing?
Mobbex *shrugs. He isn't in the mood to have a knock down with abbey too): Came here to get some meds.
Abbey: Not that. Your fight with Oram.
*Abbey takes a step towards him, not afraid to invade Mobbex’s personal space. He takes an involuntary step backwards.*
Mobs: She deserved it.
Abbey *steps forward again*: No one deserves to be spoken to like that.
Mobs: Well… she…
Abbey *steps forward again*: NO ONE!
*Mobs is now pinned between abbey and the exam table. Abbey sticks her index finger in Mobbex’s face.*
Abbey *back to being soft spoken*: You do not know anything about her life or what has happened to her in the past. Do you?
*Mobs is getting very uncomfortable at the amount of anger that abbey is so calmly exuding. He is unsettled.*
Mobs: Uh… N-No…
Abbey: I do. She is the only thing that I have left from before… *she pauses for a split second, then continues*. I will not, repeat not, let you treat her that way. Do you understand?
Mobs *stammering*: Yes… Yes, ma’am…
Abbey *gives him a sweet smile then reaches up to brush off both shoulders as it he had dust on him - Mobbex recoils a bit at her touch*: I’m glad we talked. *takes bourbon bottle away from him* You may go now.
*Mobs nods slowly and leaves the infirmary quickly. Abbey looks at the bottle, goes over to the sink and dumps it out. Then she heads to Oram's room.*
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You are one Strange Bird...
*smiles* You can call me "batshit nuts."
*wanders out of the bridge*
Stan: *Looking a bit perplexed* "....batshit nuts?"
*He busies himself with maintaining the ships heading and having the computer calculate time of arrival then decided to do the math himself, just for practice. After he begins to glance around the bridge. Captain's seat to the left. Down and in front the Avionics bay... maybe, he cannot recall but most aught threes have an EVA hatch and escape pod just under the upper bridge deck. Behind him the bridge airlock and head.
Stan: "Well. Here I am. I always wanted to...."
Spots: *coming onto the bridge* "You flying this thing up here all by yourself?"
Stan: "Then I'm not the only one who finds the fact the Captain left me up here all alone scary?"
Spots: "He must think you're trustworthy. Anyway, don't mind me, just checking the other console here."
*Spots ducks under the opposite console and opens a couple panels. After he's finished he gets up and begins to head back towards the hallway.*
Spots: "Just don't scrape her on any space debris or anything."
Stan: "Yeah, well.. I'll do my best not to."
*Stan continues checking systems and familiarizing himself with the control console.*
*A few minutes later Wash comes back in and takes the helm back.*
Wash: "So how'd it go, kid? Doesn't look like you messed anything up to bad."
Stan: "No, no problems. All shiny up here. I'm going to head back down to the galley. Let me know if you ever want to take a break."
Wash: "Sure thing."
*Stan heads back down the gangway to the hallway and towards the galley.*
Stan: "....batshit nuts?"
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*Oram is pushed against the wall, crying, while hiccoughing and taking swigs from her duffle bottle. The room is in a mess as she’s unleased her anger on her belongings and such. One picture of her and the man, much younger and with no baby, is ripped and lays by the door. Abbey knocks softly at the door, but Oram just throws a spare pillow at it while taking a heaving breath in.*
Abbey: *concerned* Oram, let me in, it's ok.
Oram: *miserably* Go away…
*Outside of the room, Abbey sighs in frustration and tries to unlock the door, but with no success*
Abbey: Oram, open the door or I'll break it down.
Oram: It's my room, go away.
Abbey: You’ve been drinking while on pain medication… You’ll fall and hit your head.
Oram: I’ve done it plenty of times. It’s not the first…
Abbey: Yeah, but I'm making it the last. Open the door or I'll get Spots to open it for me.
Oram: *picking up a book and throwing it at the door* NO!
Abbey: I’m not gonna let you kill yourself with booze, open the door now!
Oram: Good, this time I’ll get it right!!
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*Oram hears abbey’s footsteps retreat from her door and smiles.*
Oram: About time she left. *takes another swig from bottle*
*A couple of minutes pass, then she hears abbey outside her door again.*
abbey: Open the door, mei mei. I won’t ask you again.
Oram *yelling*: What are you going to do about it?
Oram hears some rustling by the door and then a large CLICK. abbey opens the door.
abbey: You wouldn’t let me in, so I had to let myself in. *Oram scowls at her and takes another drink in defiance.* I took a look at the locks on the other rooms. They are just like the ones to the storage room at Mr. Smith’s candy store. Just needed to get the right tool. *abbey holds up a swizzle stick from her gaming bar*
Oram *miserably*: Didn’t I tell you to go away?
abbey: Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t? *Looks around room at the mess Oram made.* Good God Oram!
*abbey starts picking up some of the stuff on the floor and comes across the ripped picture. She stands up and regards it.*
abbey: Was this your husband?
Oram *eyes her intensely*: That’s not yours. Put it down.
abbey: He’s very handsome.
Oram: I. Said. Put. It. Down. *abbey hands it to her and Oram shoves it in her pocket.*
abbey: You left your bottle in the Infirmary.
Oram: I’ll get it later.
abbey: No need. It’s been disposed of.
Oram: You dumped it out?
abbey: You don’t need it… especially not now.
Oram *chuckling sarcastically*: You gonna be my mother now? *starts to take another drink*
*abbey reaches out and snatches the bottle from Oram’s hands. Oram grabs for it trying to get it back, but the alcohol has slowed her reaction time.*
abbey: You don’t need this one either. *Abbey goes to sink and starts pouring it out.*
*With surprising strength and velocity, Oram throws a very large book at abbey, which connects with her shoulder. Abbey drops the bottle into the sink, which shatters, and leans against the wall in pain. Oram’s eyes widen.*
Oram *apologetic*: abbey… I’m so sorry… I didn’t…
*abbey pulls open the collar of her shirt and looks at her shoulder. It was already starting to bruise. She winces.*
abbey: I’ll be OK. It will heal. I am more worried about you. *Tears have started down Oram’s face.* I’m not leaving. You have had pain killers and alcohol. I have lost enough in my life and I am not losing you too.
abbey stands up and moves to Oram’s side.
Oram *quiet and remorseful*: I didn’t mean to hurt you.
abbey *pats her friend’s shoulder*: I’ll forgive you.
Oram: I don’t want to talk about it. *meaning the reason why she is doing this to herself*
abbey: I know you don’t. Maybe someday you will and I’ll be here when you want to. But this *motions around room* has to stop.
Oram *softly*: I don’t know if I can.
abbey: We’ll worry about that tomorrow. For now, I want you to lie down and get some sleep. I’ll stay with you tonight so you won’t be alone.
Oram nods as she slides underneath the covers of her bed. abbey tucks her in.
abbey *lovingly*: I will always be here for you, mei mei.
*Oram nods and closes her eyes. Soon she is fast asleep. abbey sits herself down in an uncomfortable chair by the door. She checks out the bruise that Oram gave her. The bruising is worse.*
abbey *to herself*: This should look good tomorrow.
*She shifts in the chair, trying to find some way to get comfortable and tenderly watches her friend sleep.*
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*I go back to the dorms and knock on Stan’s door*
You awake in there?
Stan comes to the door with a bad case of bed head: Yeah *yawn* I’m up.
Just thought you might want to watch Wash bring us in.
Stan: Thought you didn’t want me landing?
I don’t, but what I want and what might happen round here ain’t always the same. Won’t hurt for you to watch how it’s done.
*As I’m coming back out I hear Abbey and the Doc having a heated discussion in Doc’s room. I think back to the dinner. *
Least I ain’t the only one she fights with.
*Mobbex overhears: Who Abbey? I know that’s right.
She fighting with you too?
Mobbex: Not so much fighting. More chewing on me till I want to toss her out an airlock. Why you putting up with those two?
Two?
Mobbex: Her and the Doc. One of em dancing round here like she’s running this gorram ship. The other is half dru…*Looks up at me and stop* The other …is just…Well you seen her. Jumping on me like a lunatic.
Doc does good work. Don’t think you two fighting was all her fault. And Abbey……she pays on time and up front. ‘Bout the only source of income we’ve had lately.
Mobbex *angry*: Yeah that’s the only reason you want her around.
*I get in his face* You sure you want to go down the road? I seem to recall you getting off rather easy, stealing from the crew and all.
*Each of us sizing up the other, Mobbex back down*
Mobbex: Your boat. You want to fill it full of crazy’s it’s up to you.
That’s right my boat
*Stan and I continue up to the bridge*
Stan: Should I sleep with my door locked?
What for? *nonchalantly* Mobbex? Nothing to worry about there he’s almost harmless.
*Stan follows some what confused*
Wash thought Stan would like to see how it’s done.
Wash: Fine by me Captain (to herself) Watch how it’s done new guy.
*Alarms start to sound*
Wash: Oops got to shave the vector a bit more. *Looks to Stan innocently* I just wanted you to see …what to do if…that happened.
*A short time later were on the Book sets down soft as a feather on Creed*
*On the Comm* This is the Captain. We’re on Creed.
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*The Captain turns around and Brit is standing right there*
Colt: WAH!! *backpedals* Don't... do that.
*Brit narrows her eyes at Colt* Do you know what Creed means?
Colt: Well I don't but I'm sure you're gonna tell me.
It is a statement or confession of belief. It is derived from the latin word credo which means "I believe."
Colt: Alright then. I guess that's something new... don't know why I needed to know that.
Simply for the fact that you don't believe.
Colt: Believe in what?
*Brit walks away, passing Stan*
Colt: That girl is... huh...
Stan: Batshit nuts?
Colt: *Looks at Stan with with a raised eyebrow* Just don't say that around her...
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That's right, my boat.
*Mobbex is left seething as the captain steps away.*
Fathead's thinkin' horniness 'fore business... I gotta get out o' this nuthouse.
*Climbs down the ladder to his quarters and plunks himself on the cot*
If things don't settle down some, next stop, I'm gone.
*strips down to his boxer shorts and lay his head on the pillow*
*simmers down as drifts off*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Sky is sits down at the table in the galley just as they land on Creed. She notices the flowers in the center of the table are starting to wither. She gets up and changes the water in the flowers, then sets them back down in the middle of the table.*
Hm, be a while before we can get flowers like this again.
*Brit wanders in and notices the flowers on the table have begun to wither*
Brit: These have only begun to wither because the rest of us have done the same.
*Sky looks up at Brit with a "Huh?" look. Brit just knocks the flowers over and lets the water pour out on the table and onto the floor, a few dead petals flowing along with it. Sky just watches them all fall*
What you go and do that for? Don't think I'm gonna be the one to clean that up.
Brit: *Stares at Sky for a moment* I can see through you. Your lips tell lies but your eyes speak what's true.
My eyes speak... you're insane.
Brit: You're still wondering why you're here.
*Sky stares at Brit with a bit of disbelief*
You don't know that.
Brit: You don't know me. *Brit heads out and goes to the engine room*
*Sky sighs and gets herself some alcohol and begins to drink it, setting the glass down with a pugnacious expression*
Why the hell am I still here?
*gets up, cleans up the spilled flowers, and leaves the galley*
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*abbey woke up early the next morning in an incredible amount of pain. She looked at the bruise on her shoulder. It had turned an angry purplish, black color. abbey made a face. She rubbed her neck too. It was stiff and painful.*
abbey: I need to get something for those.
*She got up and checked on Oram. She was still asleep, snoring just a little bit. abbey turns and quietly sneaks out of Oram’s room, making her way to the galley. No one was there and she was thankful for it. abbey pulls out the coffee pot and sniffs it. It smells so strong that it could probably dissolve a spoon. She makes a new pot. When it is done, she pours herself a cup and sits down heavily into one of the chairs. She rubs her neck hoping to get at least one of the painful sites to lessen. She closes her eyes, trying to will the pain away. Colt comes in from the crew hallway, but since abbey’s back is to him (and she has her eyes closed), she doesn’t notice him. Colt pours himself a cup of coffee, leans up against the counter and watches her. Her posture is slumped a bit and he can tell she is exhausted. Then he notices her rubbing her neck. He walks up to the table and sits on it next to her.*
Colt: Neck hurt?
*abbey nearly jumps out of her skin and winces at the same time.*
Colt *apologetically*: Sorry… Didn’t mean to scare you.
abbey *resumes to rub her neck*: It’s OK. Just a bit tired.
Colt: Stiff neck? *abbey nods* Let me help you…
*Colt stands up behind her and starts to give her a neck massage. abbey doesn’t complain. She lets out a little moan that sends shivers up Colt’s spine,*
abbey *softly*: That feels soooo good.
*Colt smiled a bit and ran his hands further down her shoulders only to find her wince noticeably. He frowned.*
Colt: Hurt there?
abbey: You could say that. Oram and I had a… discussion last night. She didn’t like what I had to say.
Colt *slipping his finger under the collar of her shirt*: Do you mind…? *abbey shrugs slightly and he pulled back the shoulder of her shirt to look. He saw the bruise she was sporting.* Are you OK?
abbey: It’ll heal.
Colt *sitting down in the chair next to her, starting to become a bit angry*: What happened? I thought she was your friend.
abbey: She is. It’s no big deal. *Colt turns her chair to face him. She opens her eyes and notices that his jaw was clenched it anger. She smiles at him.* Don’t make a big deal out of it. She feels bad enough as it is.
Colt: What happened?
abbey: She hit me with a book.
Colt: A book? Why?
abbey: I took away her alcohol. I am really concerned about her.
*Colt starts to stand.*
Colt: It’s her that should be concerned.
abbey *grabs his arm*: It’s OK. Really. It’s just she’s been under a lot of stress lately, so she is… drinking a bit too much. So promise me you won’t do anything right now.
Colt *lifting the shoulder of her shirt and looks at the bruise again*: Well you need some takin’ care of. Follow me.
*Colt extends his hand and gently helps her up. He leads her down to the infirmary, not noticing that he never let go of her hand. When they arrive, he gets out an ice pack and gently lays in on her shoulder. She winces visibly. Absentmindedly, he brushes his hand gently down her arm.*
abbey: Thanks.
Colt: It’s gonna hurt for a while, but that should help. *moves over to cabinet and fishes out a pain killer, putting two in his hand. He glances down and notices the pills are labeled: Panaflex. Quickly he puts them back in the bottle and grabs a different one.* Anything but Panaflex right?
abbey *chuckling*: Definitely not Panaflex. Got enough to deal with right now.
*Colt hands her another type of pain killer and a glass of water. She takes it.*
Colt: Now you go on up to your shuttle and get some sleep.
abbey: I can’t… I promised her I’d stay with her.
Colt *sternly*: Captain’s orders. You have to obey. *abbey cocks an eyebrow at him.* Don’t worry, I’ll check in on her la
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*I leave Abbey with a smile on my face. It dawns on me that earlier I wanted to ring her neck. *
* Thinking to myself* Where’s this going? Is it going anywhere? *I shake my head* Who am I kidding. She wouldn’t want a guy like me….but still. *smiling again*
*I head down to the engine room to let Spots know he can use the shuttle to get the hoses. Might be a good chance for Stan to show off his shuttle skills. I enter but Spots is not around. As I’m turning to leave I hear a noise coming from the behind the core. I see the top of a head*
Brit?
*She stands up and grins at me. Her face is spotted with grease*
Brit: Hello *like we haven’t seen each other in days*
What are you doing back there?
Brit: Rerouting the artificial gravity relay. It wasn’t hooked into the back up properly.
And you know that, how?
Brit: Just know
Well come on out of there. We have a mechanic for that sort of thing.
Brit: Wait he’ll miss it. The parts don’t fit. They look like they do.
Now! *She comes over and I take my shirt sleeve and wipe the grease from her nose.* No playing back here. You’re apt to blow us all up.
Brit *very insistent* Just let me *pulling away*
Stop. I mean it. I’ll tell Spots to check it out. *under my breath* Girl thinks she knows everything.
Brit: Not everything. I do know that it only takes 1.4 pounds of pressure to break a nose.
*Condescending* Well that’s a pleasant thought. Now come on I got work to do and don’t need you underfoot.
Brit: I also know your nose is going to be broken.
*I pinch the end of my nose * My nose is going to be broke *more of a statement than question*
*She gives me her, yes dummy, look and nods*
And how is that going to happen?
Brit: Not sure. But it will happen unless...
Unless what?
Brit: If you take me with you on the job, there is a 38.7% chance I can stop it from happening. But we have to leave soon.
Right *rolling my eyes* I see what your playing at. You go into town the other day and now you want to get off at every stop. Fine you can play around the boat. Don’t wander too far.
Brit: I can only save the nose if I’m with it.
You’re not going on the job and that final.
*We head into the cargo bay together. Mobbex gives his best pissed off look as he climbs the side ladder of the Mule.
Sky: All set. I talked to the seller they’ll be expecting us.
*Spots enters from outside* Got the plates pulled. Should be able to replace the hoses by nightfall.
Good take the shuttle and tell Stan to give you a hand. Oh by the way, I found Brit messing around in the engine room check it out make sure she didn’t mess anything up.
*I walk over to the infirmary to get my nock. The Doc’s nowhere to be found. Brit comes up beside me and hand me the shot.*
Brit: This is the one we need.
WE don’t need it. You’re not going. *giving myself the shot*
Brit: 34.3 % .We should hurry.
*I start to leave but see my reflection in the mirror hanging in the infirmary. Abbey flashes in my mind. Broke nose, that won’t do much to help my chances, assuming I got a chance. I look at my nose and back to Brit. She nods sympathetically *
Load up and stay out of the way. Not a word to the sellers and you best keep my nose from being broke.
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*abbey wakes up later to a wave coming in. She answers it. It is someone she knows who happens to be on Creed right now too. She books a game with him for later at his ship. She decides to go check on Oram. She goes downstairs and sees that Oram’s door is opened and the broken glass in the sink has been cleaned up. Hoping that Oram is around close by, she calls out to her.*
abbey: Oram! You around here?
*abbey hears a sound coming from inside the infirmary and turns that direction. When she nears it, she sees a glimpse of Oram running up the stairs. abbey knows that since she left her inhaler upstairs, she wouldn’t be able to chase her down, so she returns to her shuttle to get ready for her game. When she gets to the inner door, she sees a note taped to it. She opens it.
abbey,
I’m sorry for hurting you last night. I wasn’t thinking right.
I’m so grateful for everything you have done for me in my life and it was no way to repay your kindness. I am so ashamed that I cannot face you right now.
Again, I am truly very sorry. Please forgive me.
Your mei mei,
Oram
*abbey now realizes that Oram was deliberately avoiding her. She sighs. She goes into her shuttle and dresses for her game. She remembers that this client likes a gamer who is pleasing to the eye (he tends to place bigger bets that way), so she gets out a short red skirt with a red shirt. Normally, she would have worn a sleeveless shirt but opted for one that covered the bruise. Lastly, she dons a pair of high-heeled shoes. She grabs her rolling suitcase that she uses when traveling to an offsite game. She shoves her inhaler in her pocket, just in case, and heads out the door.*
*Before she leaves the ship, she stops by Oram’s room and sticks a note on the door.*
Dear mei mei,
All is forgiven. You need not worry.
abbey
*abbey goes out to the cargo bay and hears Stan and Spots talking about taking the shuttle somewhere.*
abbey: Could you guys be persuaded to drop me off somewhere? *Stan and Spots nod and wave her over.* And if you could get something to fix my door while you are out, I would really appreciate it.
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A' least we're earnin' our livin'.
*Mobbex is ensconced on the back seat as the mule cruises through the open land, leaning over the armrest as he is contemplating his options.*
Captain ain't thinkin' straight. That mouthy chick, Abbey... totally spun him around her pinky finger. Limber, though... *is jerked out of his revery as the mule bumps into a tree root*
Colt, keeping his eyes on the road as he speaks: Everyone okay back there?
*Mobbex grumbles a yes, then resumes his musing*
And then there's this kwong chee duh doctor. She knows her stuff, I'll give her that, but she belongs in a suicide watch.
*Takes a glance to his left; Brit is dozing on her seat*
*And you. I ain't sure what to think, really. You're a whacko, no question about it. But you do have your moments.*
*Brit is now swaying back and forth, beaming as the wind blows through her hair*
Mobbex frowns: What're you so giddy 'bout? It ain't like y're gonna help us with anythin'.
Brit, still grinning: The tale of a sightless ape, alone in the dark... clueless...
Mobbex: Yeah, right... why're you even here? *to Colt* Cap'n, why's she even here?
Colt: 'Cause I said so, you got a problem with that?
*Mobbex scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, thinking fiendish thoughts.*
*The Mule takes a sharp Corner and a winds up at a fork*
*Colts eases up on the gas pedal; The Mule slows down to a halt as he pulls over.*
Sky, wrily: Losing your bearings already, captain?
*Colt gives her a bone chilling glare*
Sky: *sighs* I told ya to let me drive. Take the left.
Colt: Uh-uh, I'm fairly positive Casmin said "take a right at the split".
Sky rolls her eyes: Right. And what's gonna happen when you foul up the first serious deal you're tryin' to swing because you got yourself lost on the way? Colt, y' got a crew that ain't been paid in weeks, and I hate to tell you, but fluffballs and slinky dresses ain't gonna cut it.
*Colt has a come back on tip of his tongue when Brit extends her arm leftward*
Colt: *sighs in defeat* Let's go with the left.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Stan grabs his duffel and leaves his bedding disheveled. Heading out of the corridor he heads towards the passengers head. Upon entering he sees the shower.*
Stan: "A shower. That's something I haven't had for a couple weeks. Atleast not a decent one."
*After a short but refreshing shower Stan throws on some rough yet technically presentable clothes and heads out to find Spots and see if he's ready to go. He stops in his berth and grabs the small black syntheather case and straps it to his hip.*
*In the cargo bay a short time later.*
Spots: "Hey Stan. Yeah, Captain asked me to find you. We're going into the nearest town to see if we can't find a hose for the starboard hydraulics. The hose that we have now isn't rated for the system."
Stan: "Ok, I'm set if you are."
*Abbey walks up, dressed attractively in a short red skirt, a red shirt and high-heels.*
*Fifteen minutes later in the port shuttle.*
*Stan is sitting at the console, fiddling with the controls with more familiarity than he had with the ships helm.*
Stan: "Now this is more like it. Controls are practically the same as the skiffs back home."
Spots: "Alright then take us out. I want to get in and back with enough time to maybe fix Abbey's airlock."
*Stan begins the unlocking procedures and takes the shuttle fairly smoothly from its berth. He deftly handles the shuttle, flying low and somewhat quickly over the dense canopy of the forest. Startling birds left and right.*
Stan: "Woooo, now this is flying. I'd try her maneuverability but you all probably wouldn't like that much."
Spots: "Uh... yeah thanks for not trying that."
*He calls back to Abbey*
"You said that client was about three miles outside town set down near a resort?"
Abbey: "Yeah, he said you can't miss it. Large place, lots of glass and a golf course."
Stan: "Alrighty, we aren't much outside town as it is. We should probably swing around to the north and west here and avoid the traffic."
*Near to thirty minutes later he eases the shuttle down on a landing flat just next to a large pristine yacht.*
Abbey: "Don't forget my door now. I'd like it fixed before I get back if possible."
Spots: "Yes ma'am. I'll do what I can."
*The shuttle lifts off, heading swiftly to the northeast in the direction of the large, densely populated town.*
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*abbey’s client meets her at the door of his ship with open arms.*
abbey *cordially*: Hello Grayson! It’s been a long time!
Grayson *hugs her*: Way too long! *stands back and looks at her* Well abbey, you are looking quite fine tonight! You lose weight?
abbey *laughing, because he always says that*: Now Grayson, you think I need to lose weight? *She looks at him coyly.* You didn’t seem to have any issues that last time you contracted my services.
Grayson *remembering the last time*: Oh yes… That purple dress you wore… Absolutely stunning. Makes me wish you were in a different profession sometimes.
abbey *blushing*: Grayson!
Grayson *chuckling*: Things wouldn’t be fun unless I got you to blush one time while I was here. *He looks at her suitcase.* Are you ready? Got all your stuff?
abbey *patting case*: All right here. Are your friends here already?
Grayson: On their way.
abbey: Great. I can get set up before they arrive. I always like to be prepared. What are we playing tonight?
Grayson: Blackjack!
abbey: Your favorite!
*Grayson led abbey into the ship, talking the whole way.*
Grayson: Got anyone in your life right now? *abbey blushed again* Hah! Got you again!
abbey *thinking to herself*: Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a long session?
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(Stan sets the shuttle down near a junk yard after some rummaging and explicatives I find two intact heavy weight hydraulic lines)
(walking up to the shack in the front of the yard)
hello anyone home.....*no answer*.. HEllo anybody..
(shrugs and walks off with some more parts then just the hydraulic lines
)...*whistling*..
(rushing back to the shuttle)
ok stan lets put this place behind us
Stan: hey it must have been cheep you have more than we came for
yeah....yeah we'll go with that (shutting the door behind him)
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*The four of them arrive at the wood factory. Brit hops off of the mule, gazing at her surroundings and then rotating towards the building. The Captain is talking to Mobbex and Sky*
Colt: Mobbex, Sky… I want you two to take the first load of lumber back to the Book. Do it fast and quietly. Don’t want any trouble stirring. When you’re done piling up the first fill, come back for another. We have six loads to do so we need to be hasty about it.
Mobbex: Wait, why are the two of us going back, and you and Miss Madcap stayin here? Me ‘n Sky got to do all the work?
Colt: No, we’re going to get the lumber ready before you get back and help you load.
*Mobbex grumbles and Sky gives the Captain a glare*
Colt: *He knows exactly what Sky is thinking* Let’s just get this done…
*Colt, Mobbex, and Sky put the first load on the mule and Mobbex and Sky head out toward the Book to drop it off*
Brit: *whispering to herself* 29…28…27…26… *she’s looking around frantically as the Captain gathers up more wood for the second load*
Colt: Brit, quit… talking to yourself and come help.
Brit: I am helping. You just can’t see it. 22…21…20…
Colt: *raises his eyebrow* I can’t do all this by myself. Mobbex and Sky come back and see you’re not helping, they’ll throw a fit.
Brit: *narrows her eyes at Colt* Fine. *she picks up a large piece of lumber and piles it into the stack Colt had going* 10…9…8…
Colt: *finishes stacking the 2nd load* Well… already done with the second load and still no broke nose. I’m quite sure my nose ain’t at risk for nothing. Maybe when Mobbex and Sky come back, you can have them take you back to the ship.
Brit: 2…1…
*The large stack of lumber behind Colt begins to fall, causing one to fly into the air and toward him*
Brit: *runs over to the Captain pushing him out of the way, but the piece of lumber still strikes his left eye and under it there is a cut*
Colt: GORRAM! *puts his hand over his eye in agony as blood trickles onto it* Thought you said you were gonna protect me!
Brit: I said I’d protect your nose.
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*abbey is dealing cards to Grayson and three of his friends, two of which she knows well from past games.*
Grayson *making small talk, trying to make abbey blush again*: Did you all know abbey has a beau? *He looks at his card.* Hit me! *abbey does and he gets 22. He tosses his cards at her. abbey moves on to the next guy.
Harris *smiling up at abbey’s face which is turning red*: A beau? When did this start? *thinks about his cards.*
abbey *stammering*: It hasn’t… doesn’t… won’t.
*All the guys at the table laugh.*
Harris: Hit me! *He gets a 19.* I’ll stand.
abbey *moving on next guy*: What about you Thomas? Need a card?
Thomas: Only if you tell us more about your beau? He on that ship you’re living on? *abbey glares at him and he smiles sheepishly.* Hit me. *looks at new card and motions for abbey to deal him one more which she does. He tosses his cards to her* I’m out.
*abbey moves on to the last guy, he is a newcomer and a recent business contact with Grayson. He looks at the interaction between abbey and his fellow players.*
Peter: They always talk to you like this?
abbey: Yes… Although my personal life hasn’t been a topic for a while now.
Peter: Oh. *He grins at her.* Then, is he tall?
*The table erupts in laughter as abbey blushes again. This behavior continues on throughout the session.*
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*We drive back to the Book with the final load of lumber. Sky does a good job containing her laughter at my shiny black eye. Mobbex doesn't*
Mobbex: Just so I get it straight. You brought moon brain here cause she said she could help you from getting a busted nose?
*I consider driving the mule off the hill and ending all of this before we get back to the boat*
Mobbex laughing: And then you get smacked in the head with a board and cause your nose ain't broke she thinks she done good? Here I thought Abbey had you hen pecked, turns out you'll listen to any of em.
*I lock the brakes up on the Mule. Before I can turn in my seat, Sky surprises me. She jumps out draws her weapon and levels it at Mobbex.*
Sky: You need to shut your mouth. Now. *Mobbex considers making a move but Sky has him* Colt invited you on his boat same as the rest of us. Now I've known him a long time and he always surprises me with the type of people he seems to attract. I trust him and the fact that your here means he must think your worth having around. Could be why you got off so easy stealing from the crew. Might want to consider that next time you want to give him a hard time.
*Sky holsters her weapon and crawls back in the mule.*
That was...touching.
Sky: Shut up Colt. I just didn't want that man ape to kill you when you picked a fight with him.
*We arrive back at the Book to see the Padre outside with his belongings. I get out and Sky takes the wheel*
Make sure the tie downs are secure. Don't want that load shifting when we take off. *walking up to Invictus* Afternoon Padre. Glad to see you finally came out of your room.
Invictus: I'm leaving Captain.
Kinda got that from your suitcase. Mind telling me why?
Invictus: I just can't continue living on your ship. The things I've done since I joined you. I attacked you crew. Put you in harms way. Brought a felon… a monster on your boat. I thought I was helping but ...I just didn't think things through. I killed men helping him escape. Not very Shepherd like. I'm sorry for the confusion and chaos I brought to your boat. I hope my sudden departure won't cause a problem.
Where you going to go Padre?
Invictus: I don't think I can be a man of the cloth anymore. I've broken too many oaths. I suppose I'll wander a while. Who known’s maybe I'll find a boat of my own one day. You might see me again.
You a Captain?
Invictus: Maybe you’re right. Not sure I could handle a crew. It's been a pleasure meeting you Captain. *We shake hands*
Not going to say goodbye to the rest?
Invictus: No I think it's better for me to just disappear.
*I watch the padre start down the road then head back into the Book to check on repairs. Mobbex stops me at the bay door*
Mobbex: He leaving?
Looks that way.
Mobbex: So he ain't crew no more?
No. Why?
Mobbex: No reason. I got to run to town get some ammo and such.
Fine just don't take too long. Want to get in the air as soon as the repairs are complete.
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*Mobbex trails Invictus until the ship is well out of view, then comes out in the open and calls him out.*
Mobbex: Hey! Preacher man! Wait up!
*Invictus turns around and rolls his eyes.*
Invictus: What do you want?
Mobbex: *jogs to catch up* M'sorry, but y' forgot somethin'. Somethin' I owe you...
*Invictus's countenance shifts from detachment to horror as he makes out the dastardly twinkle in Mobbex's eyes. He reaches for his hip holster and pulls out his six shooter, but to no avail, as the taller man already has him within arm's reach. Mobbex uses his wingspan to his advantage and forcefully slaps the handgun out of the preacher's grip. Invictus then throws a desperate hook that Mobbex wards off in deft fashion before countering with a roaring uppercut that connects squarely with Invictus's jaw, sending him spiraling backward.*
Mobbex: Yeah! That's bound to've knocked a handful o' chicklets loose!
*The shepherd is manifestly stunned, and fails to conjure up the wits to resist as Mobbex shoves him to the ground. He tries to find his feet, but the mercenary won't have it.*
*Mobbex parks his right foot over Invictus' chest, effectively pinning him to the ground. The shepherd winces as the keen cleats dig into his flesh.*
Invictus: Wh... wha' a'he you h'oing?
Mobbex: I seem to recall us enjoyin' a little chat about the idiosyncrasies of Karma... *He abruptly shifts the bulk of his weight rightward, forcing the air out of Invictus's lungs.*
Invictus, his face distorted into a mask of torment: Oarghhhhhh... *coughs*
Mobbex: Then I believe death threats we're exchanged. M'not positive, tough. Recollections ain't ever been my forte... *thrusts his foot further into Invictus's ribcage, cracking a rib or two.*
Invictus: URGH! *coughs* Ju'h... ju'h kill me now...
*Mobbex takes out his pocket knife and unfolds it with a flick of the thumb.*
Mobbex: *smirks* Oh, y' wanna die, now? *gets right into Invictus's face and lowers his voice to a growl* By the time I'm done, you'll be wishin' you're folks hadn't hooked up.
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*Mobbex is standing in the rest room, back on the Book, when Wash barges in.*
Wash: Yikes! Huh... m'sorry, the door wasn't locked.
Mobbex: T's okay. 'Forgot to lock it.
Wash: So, how'd the job go... *she gasps as she notices the red splatters on his arms and chest* Is that... blood?
Mobbex: Huh, that? No, 'just had some beets is all.
Wash, obviously not duped: Beets...
Mobbex: Yup. 'Folks grow them in the flatlands nearby. D'you know they have prairie dogs on Creed?
Wash, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic: Huh... well, no...
Mobbex: Cute lil' things. They'll even eat raw meat if y' chop it small enough.
Wash, feeling the blood draining from her face: I, huh... I think I'll go now. *She pulls a H-ey and makes a quick exit.*
*Mobbex snickers and goes about rubbing the stains off of his jacket.*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Grayson’s hover pulls up in front of the Book’s cargo bay. He hops out and helps abbey to the ground and then pulls her suitcase out as well. *
Grayson: As usual, it has been a pleasure, abbey. I’m down a couple of hundred credits, but my new friend, Peter, was very happy on making a gain. You’ll probably have a regular customer out of him.
abbey: That would be enjoyable. And you, please feel free to contact me at any time and I will try my best to schedule a session with you. Just this time, can we be a little more professional?
Grayson *laughing*: Now what fun would that be?
*Grayson looks up into the cargo bay where Colt is intensely studying the exchange between abbey and Grayson. Grayson notices him.*
Grayson *gesturing slightly*: Is that the guy you wouldn’t talk about? *abbey glances back, sees Colt and blushes again. Grayson smiles widely.* Got you again! My, this session has been laden with blushes!
abbey: I assure you Grayson. I do not need any help in the romance department. Anyway, he’s not my type and he’s not interested anyway.
Grayson *raises his eyebrow at her*: So that’s why he’s looking out here like I stole something from him.
abbey *eyes wide*: He is not! *She’s afraid to turn around for a longer look in fear he is actually doing what Grayson says he is.*
Grayson *nodding slightly*: He is. *abbey rolls eyes*
abbey: I am not having this conversation with you… I have nothing to say about the matter.
Grayson *smiles*: Well, then let’s give him something to talk about. *Without warning, Grayson pulls abbey into a long kiss. She is stunned but somehow manages to not make it look as it she is. Finally, Grayson lets her go.*
abbey *whispers, shocked*: Grayson!
*Grayson looks back at Colt and chuckles when he gets the response he predicted. Colt is nearly 3 strides closer than before and his arms are held straight at his sides with his fists cleanched.*
Grayson *still chuckling*: You should see the look on his face. Priceless!
abbey *still flabbergasted*: Grayson!
*Grayson spins her around and smacks her on the behind as he pushes her off towards the ship. abbey yelps at the contact and shoots him a glare as she continues walking. Grayson laughs heartily. When she is almost to the ramp, he yells out to her.*
Grayson: Wear the green outfit next time! *Grayson gets in hover and departs.*
*abbey tries to look nonchalant about the whole situation by refusing to look in Colt’s direction. However, he walks towards her and blocks her way. She looks up at him trying to say something that would allow her a quick exit, but sees the black eye and cut.*
abbey: What the hell happened to you?
*Surprised by force of her comment, Colt pauses before he answers. She sees her opportunity to bolt and does so, brushing past him toward her shuttle.*
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*Well there's your answer stupid. Guess it was all in your head*
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abbey: What the hell happened to you?
*I she shoots by me and off to her shuttle. I can't help but admire her long legs as she climbs the staircase. I hear her beau's hover start back up and turn to see him nod his head and wave. Asshole......him or me?*
Sky: Load's tied down. *She watches him fly off* Should I just shoot Mobbex now. You know he won't be able to keep quite about this.
*I walk into the infirmary. Doc is there counting supplies*
Oram: Ouch. Deal go bad?
No just the wrong place at the wrong time. *I think back to the cargo bay*
Oram: Here put this on.
*She gives me something for my eye and a cold pack. I leave without as much as a thank you and head towards my bunk*
Wash: We leaving after the repairs are done or does Abbey havs a date tonight.
*I shoot a look at Wash. Toss the cold pack on the ground.*
I guess I'll go find out.
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(working under the nacelle Colt walks up)
Colt: Hey Spots how are things goin up there
**muffled speech... a audible clunk**
(Spots comes sliding out)
Just fine capt.
Colt: what was that noise
o that was just the pipe locking into place
Colt: well whats the eta?
**whiping the oil from his face** ohh about 20 min or so
Colt: ok good... anything you need a large wrench, or hammer?
no capt im fine
Colt ok you finish up here i have some Capitany things to do
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(after testing the pressure in the lines and satified, moves onto the next item on his list, Abbeys door)
Oi, one of these days im just gona tear these things off
(geting to work on the sticking rams, finishing with the door staying a hail Mary under my breath to keep the door from breaking again, walking back to the engine room to finish up on some modifications and see if Brit's rearranging of things is working)
(about an hour later asleep on the floor Colt walks in)
Colt: hey spots.... **hitting the com** DOC i need your help, engine room
(groaning, i role over)
who the what the hey now **eyes still heavy with sleep**
Colt: Oram never mind... the hell are you doing napping on the engine room floor (begins to laugh at Spots)
What???
Colt: your face
(reaching up i feel that the left side of my face is checkered like the grating of the floor)
crap, oh and your one to talk Capitan shiner. but hey we can be messed up face buddies
(Brit come waltzing into the engine room)
Brit: oh funny Spot so atypically cheerful yet all the reasons to be angry **cocking her head to the right** can i play checkers on your face
No
Brit; you sure **leaning closer**
Yes im sure
Brit: Fine **sticks out her tongue**
Fine *sticking my tongue out right back*
(Brit turns and leaves skipping and humming a tune)
Colt**shaking his head*** you realize your nuts, shes nuts, and Im nuts for having you on my boat
so we are a fine bowl of mix nuts. then
Colt: ugh **turning and walking away**
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***stands there watching the exchange*****
so capt. if you got a min I would like tp tell you my story over dinner.
*****heads to my room removes the guns waters the bonzai*********
Oram: hey so how do you like the new 2nd pilot?
Wash: need some more practice. lol
I am a leaf on the wind
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*I pass Spots and Stan working on Abbeys door. I fight the urge to barge in, and knock.*
*Abbey pulls back the curtain* Abbey: Oh, it’s you. *She walks back into the shuttle*
*She changed out of her working clothes, into a silky black top and dark skirt. She looks...stunning. I can't help but stare.*
Abbey: You wanted something?
Yeah *snapping out of it* Yeah I do. We're heading out after repairs. Thought you might want to know.
Abbey: I knew.
I just thought if you had a date tonight you might want to cancel it.
Abbey: I've finished my business here.
I bet you have.
Abbey: What do you mean by that?
You know what I mean. Guess I should have inquired a bit further into what a gamer does.
Abbey: Oh you mean Grayson, that not what it looks... *the full implication of my comment sinks in* HOW DARE YOU?
Who'd a thought, Gamer is just another word for Companion with lower standards.
*A card shuffler flies past my head and smashes against the wall, followed by just about everything in arms reach of her*
Abbey: YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE. You fly about pretending to be a Captain. You would have been grounded by now if I hadn't come along. How many jobs have you had since I gave you my deposit?
AT LEAST WHEN I FIND WORK I DON'T HAVE TO THROW IN LIP SERVICE.
Abbey: And I'm sure they all sleep easier at night knowing they don't have to kiss you.
Just how much does client have to lose, to get one from you?
*She stops throwing things and charges*
Abbey: I’ll black both your eyes
*I grab her hands. She struggles against me. Finally she stops*
Abbey: What business is it of yours? Why do you care what I do?
*The question hangs in the air. Do I answer it?*
*I let go of her hands and move my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. Then we kiss. Her body relaxes in my arms. After a few seconds we pull away.*
Abbey: Oh
I’m sorry I shouldn’t hav…
Abbey: No it’s alright…I mean it’s…
I just got…
Abbey: Yeah…a
It won’t happen again.
Abbey: Of course probably the stress of…
Our…ordeal!
Abbey: Yes it was…I’ve heard people in that kind of situation are unnaturally drawn to one another.
Unnaturally? Yeah…yeah that sounds…I think I’ve heard that. Well I’ll be going. See you at dinner.
Abbey: Right…a…see you then.
*I exit the shuttle and see Stan and Spots trying to avoid eye contact. I lean back in the curtain.*
*Talking way louder than needed* I’ll be sure to check that scheduling issue we discussed.
*Turning to Spots and Stan* She had a thing with the schedule, lining up a game. Needed to know when we were… Door coming along nice. See you two at dinner.
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*Storms past the Captain. Makes her way into her bunk and starts cleaning it up. She shoves her clothes into a suitcase and a bag, then goes to the cargo bay, gets a box, and brings it back to her bunk where she begins putting her guns and other weaponry inside of it.*
Still on Colt's jiàn wù piece of go se ship and always takin' the fall for other people. 'Specially him. Hell, he's an old friend, but gorrammit...
And gettin' dòng xīn over his renter? What kinda person has he become? Walkin' around like he's some yào rén dú cái zhě...
*stops packing her stuff for a moment and just sits, staring at the floor. Her solemn mood quickly changes back to anger as she continues to pack her stuff up. Once she is finished, she finds Colt.*
Colt!
Colt: Huh? Hey Sky, we’re gonna be heading out soon as the repairs are done so—
I want off.
Colt: You what?
I want off.
Colt: Whoa, whoa, let’s not be hasty.
I’ve been on this ship for too long. Can’t deal with this no more, Colt. We got ourselves a past and all but I don’t get anything good out of bein’ here. We’re barely survivin’ up here, Colt. And I ain’t gonna protect you from that hóu sūn giant idiot anymore. You got yourself a bunch of crazies on board, I’m surprised the gorram preacher didn’t go trigger happy on all of us.
Colt: So we’ve let a few wack-jobs on board… that’s no reason for you to leave.
Hell yeah it is! I can’t even sleep at night in fear of my own gorram life! Afraid the ape-king is gonna find his way into my bunk while on a mean streak and slit my gorram throat!
Colt: Sky, I let you on this boat because I felt you were worthy to be on this boat. It’s like you told Mobbex earlier… “the fact that you’re here means he must think you’re worth having around….” Same goes for you Sky, you know that.
Don’t change the fact that I can’t stand the people here.
Colt: You know, you complain a lot.
I, what?
Colt: Complain a lot. I let you on my boat and all you’ve done since then is complain to no end. Why don’t you quit being so gorram pessimistic and take into consideration that I let you on MY boat! I know more than anyone here that this is the only place you got, so I don’t see what you have to nitpick about. If I let you off here where in the ‘verse will you have to go? The streets? As far as I know, you lost your boat and so did I. I got a new one and you didn’t… So here I am, inviting you on mine and all you have to do is complain? You know what? Fine. Go ahead and leave. Don’t need you anyhow.
*Sky is showing no sign of emotion on her face. On the inside, she feels horribly guilty and pretty much crappy. However, her mood won’t let her push her pride aside so she just turns around and stomps off to her bunk.*
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(after finishing with his work Spots sits down in the den with his cello and begins to play) "
"(Colt walks in add plops down in a big chair)
Colt: ***sigh***
(Spots looking up but continuing)
you want me to stop?
Colt: no...no its nice its just been an interesting day
yeah i hear your conversation with sky... **pauses for a complex part of the song** it seems to me that a crew is like a family we all have a different back ground and we all care for each other when the chips are down.
Colt: are you always so philosophically while playing?
yes and no because this is my emotional outlet my pain and sorrow show themselves in every the minor cord and every song i play. also this is what i do when im not working on the boat i have a hard time thinking about the Universe and the secondary induction system at the same time ... **coming to a crescendo and finishing the song**
(Spots packing his cello)
Your a good man and a great Capitan and its my honor to keep this boat in the air **pating the wall** i think after we get payed for this lumber hall things with the crew will calm down.
(Spots standing to leave)
Colt; thank Spots we wouldn't be going anywhere with out you. we're still flying and that all that i ask of this Verse
(walking toward his bunk turning)
well ill try and keep us there
(heads of to his bunk)
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*Turning to Spots and Stan* She had a thing with the schedule, lining up a game. Needed to know when we were… Door coming along nice. See you two at dinner.
*abbey’s hand drifts up to her lips. It had been nice… well, more than nice… she still felt a little weak in the knees. Then a realization dawned on her.*
abbey *whispering to herself*: He kissed me! Grayson was right!
*She feels her throat constrict a bit.*
abbey *almost out loud*: And I liked it!
*She feels her throat get tighter. She almost reaches for her inhaler, but simply sits down and works on calming herself. She hasn’t needed the inhaler for a day or so. But trying to calm herself doesn’t help, because as she is trying to calm herself down, her mind wanders back to her attack while they were at the chimney in the forest. How he held her so tenderly… And now he’d kissed her. That just only opened up a whole new set of emotions, compounding her tension.*
abbey *standing abruptly*: Good God!
*abbey looks around on the floor to see a slew of things broken and littering the floor.*
abbey: Yes. I need to clean this up. Clean… Don’t think… Breathe… Clean… Don’t think… Breathe… *she repeats over and over as she picks everything up.*
*It takes about 30 minutes before everything is back in order. She notes that she needs to buy another card shuffler, a lamp and some bar ware. But she is calm. Then she hears an announcement over the comm. It is him*
Colt: Chow is in 15 minutes.
*When he was done, she notices that her heart is beating faster again. *
abbey: Good God!
*She checks out her reflection in the mirror. She touches up her make-up, brushes her hair (leaves it down and long) and considers changing clothes, but decides not to. After a couple of minutes, she takes a deep breath and puts on her “poker” face before she heads towards the galley.*
abbey *under her breath*: Here goes...
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*I stand in front of the mirror thinking about the last couple hours events.*
The deal went well, not counting the black eye staring back at me. Invictus had gone. Mobbex seemed sort of up beat considering Sky had drawn down on him. Sky had thrown the fit I had been waiting on. And Abbey...well. *I think back to her shuttle and the kiss.* Stupid. What was I thinking? Will she leave? No...No she said it was understandable. Just got to pretend it didn't happen. *Thoughts of her in my arms. The butterflies in my stomach as our lips touched*
Yeah that'll be easy.*rolling my eyes*
*I head up the ladder and meet Sky in the passageway*
You still here? If you hurry you might be able to catch up with the Padre.
Sky: Don't much like the climate here. Thinking Whitefall might suit me better.
Gonna need you on Whitefall. Got a little more info on Patience. Might not be the sweet old lady we were expecting. Afterwards you can take your cut and be on your merry. Unless you’re reconsidering?
*She gives me a go to hell look and heads to the galley*
She's reconsidering.
*I enter the galley and Brit, who usually sits next to me, has taken Abbey's seat at the table. I look at her for an explanation but she’s busy...listening to the salt shaker? I take my seat.*
Smells good
Sky: Maybe you should open a lunch wagon. Might pay better.
Mobbex: Ha *reaching for the rolls*
What your not pissed at her?
Mobbex: What for?
*I'm wondering if Abbey's memory will be as short when she enters the room. I stand as she enters and immediately wince as everyone but Brit giving me a "what are you doing?" look. I sit quickly*
Glad you could join us.
*Abbey sees the seating arrangements and if it bothers her she hides it well. She sits down next to me and I smell a hint of her perfume. Funny how something like that can go unnoticed before, but now has such an affect. *thinking back to the kiss*
Sky: You don't want any? *She’s holding a bowl of potatoes in front of me*
Oh...Yeah *I take the bowl, put some on my plate and pass it to Abbey*
Abbey: Thank you.
*No eye contact. Guess I'm the only one struggling here.*
*The conversation picks up at the table. I try to nod or smile at the right places.*
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***stands there watching the exchange*****
so capt. if you got a min I would like tp tell you my story over dinner.
*****heads to my room removes the guns waters the bonzai*********
Oram: hey so how do you like the new 2nd pilot?
Wash: need some more practice. lol
I am a leaf on the wind
*Trying to clear my mind* Wash you had something you wanted to talk about?
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Mobbex is dripping wet as he is making his way up the stairs to the aft hallway, his weight bag swung over his shoulder.
'Prolly should grab some eatables and hit the sack for a spell, he thinks.
He comes into the galley, drops his haul on the countertop and goes about fixing himself a bite to eat when he overhears the rather heated exchange between Sky and Colt.
That gal's got a mouth on her...
He smirks, then hoists the bag back onto his shoulder and makes for his bunk, a bowl of protein mush, some beans and a sack of sunflower seeds in hand.
Colt lifts an eyebrow at him as they walk past each other.
Colt: Stockin' up for the winter?
Mobbex: *chuckles* Y' could say that. *kicks the hatch wide with and disappears down the ladder*
He sets his lunch on the night table and drops the weight bag on his bunk, then gets down on his knees and starts yanking at something under the bed frame.
Mobbex: Aw, quit squealin' already, y're man eaters for 
's sake! *drags out a sturdy wooden crate and pulls the top panel off. The squealing picks up* Yeah, I get it, y're hungry. Here, I got y' guys somethin'... *unfastens the sack of seeds and drops several handfuls of it's content into the crate* Couldn't find no man flesh this time, but this sh'd do for now. *secures the crate and shoves it back under his bunk*
Mobbex sits on the mattress and gets down to putting his snack away when...
COMLINK:#####Chow's in fifteen minutes!
He throws his hands in the hair, then picks himself up and moves toward the ladder.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*I walk in, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.*
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I stand as she enters and immediately wince as everyone but Brit giving me a "what are you doing?" look. I sit quickly*
*Colt stands up when he sees me. Why he do that for? Must have had a kink somewhere. He needed to stretch out. Yeah, that’s what is was. Couldn’t have been anything else. He agreed with me. It was an accident. Stress left over from the kidnapping. It was very intense time.*
*I nearly stop when I see that the only seat left is beside him. Brit usually sits next to the Captain, but for some reason she has taken my seat. I look at her as she is playing with a salt shaker. She looks up at me and gives me a knowing smile. But how would she know? It’s not like she’s psychic. Could she have been nearby? My stomach flip-flops at the thought of someone knowing. I can only imagine what comments would be directed at us.*
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*I take the bowl, put some on my plate and pass it to Abbey*
*He passes me the potatoes and our hands brush, which leaves me all tingly inside. I plop a small pile on my plate, they look good, but I am too nervous to eat. Back to the tingling… He doesn’t seem to notice. Good. It has to be leftover stress. He obviously thinks so. After all, he hasn’t even looked at me. He’s got the right idea. I think I’ll do the same. Stress… yep, has to be, but he has seemed to have gotten over it. Why am I still a mess? Well, I did almost die – but waking up with him holding me… that was nice – don’t think about that! Eyes straight ahead!*
*And what did he do to his eye? I wonder if Oram has looked at it. I should ask her. But then again, she would probably make a comment. Maybe I should just ask him? It shouldn’t be a big deal. The kiss didn’t mean anything. Yes. I will ask him later. After all, I would be this concerned about anyone on this ship, wouldn’t I?*
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Wash you had something you wanted to talk about?
*Luckily, Wash seems to have something she’d like to tell us. Good. No more small talk. I can focus on that…*
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*Stan arrives just moments after the captain. He takes his seat towards the aft end of the table and rests his forearms on the metal edged oak. He waits patiently as the food is passed around and takes in the crews actions and conversations. Abbey, the registered gamer, walks in about the time he scoops a couple of potatoes onto his plate. The captain seems a bit odd lately, after the argument and... whatever it was that happened between them in the shuttle. Stan decides to keep his opinions to himself and follow Spots lead.*
*The dinner progresses, conversations passing easily between the crew. There is some tension though, but the crew seems to know what topics to avoid.*
Spots: "Pass some of the greens over this way."
Mobbex: "Yeah.. alright just a minute."
*Spots heaps a couple spoonfuls of spiced greens onto his plate and passes it down the table.*
Brit: "Salt was used for currency in the ancient past on Earth-that-Was... *quietly so only those immediately next to her would hear*... rub salt in a wound and see the fire...."
*Mobbex shoots her a look both annoyed and interested, with a touch of ignorance.*
Mobbex: "That so now. What' they use for making their food taste.. salty, huh?"
*Stan decides to try to draw the captains attention away from not eating.*
Stan: "Captain? *He looks up and nods slightly* I was hoping we could talk more about a my role as part of the crew."
*Colt just nods slightly and pushes some food around on his plate.*
Stan: "Yeah.. well. Would later be a better time then? I don't want to just talk business over dinner."
*The captain looks up, finally giving Stan his actual attention for a few moments."
Colt: "Well we could always use an extra hand with the cargo, on the job and in the hold. Also, Spots tells me you handled the shuttle like a pro. *He held back Spots comment about nausea*."
Stan: "Well I don't.. I don't know about pro or anything but it just felt natural.."
Colt: *Raising his hand to cut him off* "I think you'll make a decent addition to the crew. We'll talk about cut and all that after dinner."
*He turns his attention back to his food and spears a plump new potato on the tines of his fork.*
Brit: *Turning to Stan* "... the strange bird has found a nest... he's got wings on his heart and his feet in the water..."
*Stan just looks over at her and blinks. Mobbex snorts and then looks quickly to the captain.*
Mobbex: "He's getting a cut now, too? I don't plan on givin' up any of mine so don't even think on it for a second."
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*Oram pushes her food around her plate, still supporting a migraine and nausea, but listening to the conversation around her, avoiding looking at Abbey and Colt and especially Mobbex*
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*Brit holds the saltshaker next to her ear* I can hear you. The way your very molecules crystallized to form this saline flavor to add to our very own food. Goodbye, dear friends.
*Brit shakes the salt onto her heap of potatoes and takes a bite out of them* Sodium chloride, you make my potatoes taste delicious.
*Stan looks at her with a raised eyebrow, but Brit ignores it and continues eating her potatoes. She eventually looks up at Oram with potatoes in her mouth*
Flimsy when cut down, but firm when all together. They get stomped on because they’re so fragile.
*whispers to Oram* They’re like you.
Looking so tough on the outside, but really so soft and easy to break. Why do you let yourself be smashed? You have a choice.
The potatoes don’t have brains so they can just scream without a voice and wish not to become the source of a human’s nourishment. You don’t want to be nourishment. I know you don’t.
*shows that disturbing smile off to Oram*
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*just stares at Brit.... but comprehending what she means, and a bit worried by her disturbing smile, the hangover and nausea isn’t helping her mood*
Have you been into my medicine cabinet and take something you shouldn’t have?
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*Takes another spoonful of potatoes and shoves it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it*
You already know I haven't and you know what I mean.
I think it is you that has had something you shouldn't. Too much of one thing can be worse than not enough of it. Upset stomach. Headache.
You only make yourself feel worse as you're making yourself feel better.
*Nudges the potatoes with her fork* Worrying your best friend. You feel ashamed. Don't understand why you just can't stop.
*Picks up her plate and throws it across the room. It flies by Mobbex's head closely and crashes against the wall behind him*
Mobbex: What the-- *shoots a look at Brit*
*Brit screams, but it's not a scream of fear. It's one of anger* You large yú wán simpleton. This is all your fault! *picks up her spoon and throws it at Mobbex, Mobbex barely dodging it. The spoon sticks into the wall*
Mobbex: What in the name of shàng dì are you doin? Girl's gone mad again!
*Goes to grab the pan with potatoes in it but mobbex grabs it away and plops another pile of potatoes on his plate. Brit sits back down with an angry look on her face but then leans her head on the table with her forehead down*
*mumbles* I'm sorry... *grabs her head* I can't comprehend what I do... *looks back up and then stands and quickly runs over to where the plate broke and the spoon is stuck into the wall. She pulls it out and cleans up the glass on the floor*
*mumbling to herself* Never... comprehend... sharp silverware sunken into flesh... *she throws away the broken plate and puts the spoon in the sink. She then walks past Abbey with a frightened look on her face, but quickly walks out*
*shouts back* I'm going to sleep... It's getting too crowded!
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I think it is you that has had something you shouldn't. Too much of one thing can be worse than not enough of it. Upset stomach. Headache.
You only make yourself feel worse as you're making yourself feel better.
*abbey hears Brit's comments and although they are a bit cryptic, she understands now that Oram is badly hungover.*
abbey *as she stands up*: Excuse me, I will be right back. *she turns to leave, but trips on the chair leg and falls to the side. She manages to put her hand on Colt's shoulder to steady herself.* Sorry...
*Colt doesn't say anything back, he just stiffens a little. abbey is starting to get annoyed by the cold shoulder she is being given, after all it was an accident. She pushes that thought out of her mind as she gets back to the task at hand.*
*She goes to her shuttle and pulls out two of the House's hangover pills and goes back toward the galley. She passes by Brit who is sitting on one of the catwalks mumbling to herself. abbey kneels next to her.*
abbey *laying a hand on her shoulder*: Thank you for the head's up. *Brit smiles back.*
*abbey goes back to galley to see Mobbex leaving galley a bit agitated. The mood in the room is laden with tension. So much so that it is completely silent. Colt looks livid. He turns to Wash and asks her to share her story. Everyone's eyes turn to Wash, happy that there is something other than the argument to think about. Abbey manages to walk over to Oram, without drawing any undue attention.*
abbey *whispering into Oram's ear*: Here is some "aspirin." Please take it.
Oram: I don't deserve it after what I did.
abbey *smiling*: Let me be the judge of that. Now take them before I make a scene... Well, bigger than what seems to have happened already.
*Oram looks at her, eyes wide. Realizes that abbey is kidding and reluctantly takes them. abbey returns to her seat.
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So much for not bein' sure what to think...
Mobbex stares at Brit's back as she storms out, quickly followed by Abbey. He then shifts his gaze toward the captain, his face livid with wrath.
Mobbex: That's the second time she throws a fit on me. *aims his fork at Colt* There ain't gonna be third one.
*Colt all but ignores him.*
Colt: Now put that down, would you?
Mobbex: Tyen sah! *throws the fork across the room and pounds the table with enough force to bend the wood* Don't you go pretendin' like I ain't said nothin'! Girl's turnin' into a major safety hazard! Even y' can't miss it! But that's assumin' y're not too busy gettin' into yer ranter's pants!
Colt goes rigid but somehow manages to retain his composure.
Colt: Why don't you start out for the cockpit? I'll be along in a minute.
Mobbex answers with a grunt, then stomps off to the bridge.
Colt: *turns to face Wash* So, Wash... *clears throat* I believe you had something you wanted to say.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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Mobbex plunks himself down on the pilot seat, spins it to the left so that it faces the doorway, and starts twiddling his thumbs.
A couple of minutes later, Colt comes in with a stern look on his face, promptly followed by Sky. Colt parks himself right in Mobbex's face. Sky rests her back against the door frame and lays her icy gaze on Mobbex.
Colt: What is it you think you were doin' back there?
Mobbex: Takin' it upon myself to clue you in is what I's doing!
Colt: Wh... clue me in? You? That's a good one. Now listen to me you half ass meathead, next time y...
Mobbex: No! Y're the one who's gonna listen. I'm not in the habit of lettin' folks with a bent for tossing houseware at me walk about safe 'n sound. If y're not gonna do somethin', I will. *gets up and makes for the doorway*
Colt: Get your butt back on that chair! We ain't done here.
Mobbex: Y' know what? Make me!
Sky straightens up and draws her gun. Colt just glares at him.
Mobbex: *snorts* See, that's just you Colt, true to form. Hiding under the skirts of your hard ass first mate... *shakes head* Some man you are. No wonder y' can't manage to get a girl's fancy...
Colt clenches his fists and stiffens his jaw. Mobbex notices.
The two men size each other up for a few seconds, then Mobbex lowers his stance and flashes his gap-toothed grin.
Mobbex: Y' wanna go, captain?
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*I'm half listening to the conversation when Brit flies off the handle and throws her spoon across the room almost impaling my merc. I start to say something but Mobbex, running his mouth, keeps me in my seat. He's becoming a problem. I don't mind other people’s opinions, so long as they understand mines the only one that matters on this boat.*
*Abbey rises to follow Brit and puts her hand on my shoulder. I freeze. Should I say something? I would normally. Don't want to draw attention though. Before I make up my mind she's left the room. Damn... this is more trouble than if I just kissed her outright in front of everyone.*
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Mobbex: That's the second time she throws a fit on me. *aims his fork at Colt* There ain't gonna be third one.
*I ignore him. Still distracted by Abbey. How is this going to work? Can't go around ignoring each other.*
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Even y' can't miss it! But that's assuming' y're not too busy makin' out with your renter!
*That gets my attention. This ends now. I order him the bridge. Once he leaves I ask Sky to wait for me in the passageway and tell Spots to follow me.
We head to the engine room*
*I'm rummaging through Spots tools when he enters*
Spots: What are looking for?
*I hold up a small spanner* Not hefty enough. Prob'ly just piss him off.
*Spots catches on and hands me a rather large wrench*
Thanks. I'll bring it back. *tucking it the back of my pants.*
*I meet Sky in the passageway to the bridge.*
Sky: When should I step in and pull him off of you.
What makes you think you’re going to need to? *we exchange looks* I might surprise you. *She doesn’t look convinced* Fine. If I start losing to bad, jump in.
Sky: And if you I can't pull him off?
Shoot him.
*I enter the bridge and Mobbex is looking far too comfortable. The conversation goes as expected.*
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Mobbex lowers his stance and flashes his gap-toothed grin.
Mobbex: Y' wanna go, captain?
*He wastes no time closing the gap between us and lands a hard right to my head. I turn with the blow and return one to his ribs. He brushes it off and grabs me in a bear hug. I feel the wind rush out of me as he squeezes*
*I think Sky is about to step in when Mobbex feels the wrench on my back. His eyes open wide and I smile. I plant my knee firmly between his legs. This time the air shoots from him. His grip relaxes and I head butt him in the nose. He lets go. I hit the ground and swing the wrench hard at his head. He goes down like a rock*
*It takes Sky and I both to squeeze Mobbex into the storage locker. We wedge him in tight so he can't move when he comes too. I cut loose the vents so he can see out. After an half hour he wakes trapped in the locker*
Seems you have a problem with the way I run my boat. And seeing as it's not likely to change, I got a situation. You’re big on giving your opinion. I'm thinking I space your sorry ass as soon as we break atmo. What do you think?
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Well capt. When I was to be married I paniked. I was all dressed up in the dress. for some reason I just could not do it. I mean I loved the guy I just couldn't do it.SO I geuss you could imagine me running down the isle in a white dress.
and him running after. I told him I couldn't do it. he told me to take my time and he would be waiting when I came back.
three days later the war started And I join the independance as a fighter pilot and I have not gone back since
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I am a leaf on the wind
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Mobbex can see Colt's lips move through the vent but can't make out the words because his head is resonating like a bell.
Mobbex: You... you stuffed me in the pantry? Wuo duh tian ah, Colt... turn's out there's some steel within that flabby carcass o' yours after all. 'Hadn't reckoned with your strapping on the... whatever that was you hit me with. Tha' was kinda cunning... *tries to squeeze himself into a more comfortable position* Hmmph... *grunts* It's kinda tight in here, y'know. When're y' lettin' me out?
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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Let him out Sky.
*She looks at me like I'm crazy, but unlocks the locker.*
*Mobbex steps out and leans agaist the door, showing his big toothless grin.*
Mobbex: Didnt see that coming.
I bet you didn't. We need to go over who's boat this is and who you work for?
*He shakes his head no*
Go have the Doc check you out.
*He leaves and Sky is clearly annoyed.*
Sky: You letting him stay? He going to kill you first chance he gets.
He'll fall in line.
Sky: You and your second chance bull$&@. Better hope your right this time.
Look on the bright side. If I'm wrong you get the ship.
*She doesn't look thrilled at the prospect. Hard to tell if its concern for me or she just doesn't want the headache of this crew*
Wash get us up in the air. Stan make sure the load secure. Spots here's your wrench back.
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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*Stan stands up quickly and tosses his plate down by the sink. Stopping to glance inquisitively at the Captain as he hands the hefty wrench back to Spots.*
Stan: "Sure thing, Captain. Right away."
*He hurries quickly down the aft corridor and down the stairs to the catwalk. He approaches Abbey as she stands on the catwalk outside her shuttle berth.*
Abbey: "Is something wrong? Stan, right?*
Stan: "No, well.. really I don't know. Captain wants us in the air. Asked me to secure the load."
Abbey: "Alright."
Stan: "How's your door? Spots did most of the fixing, I hope I didn't mess up what little I touched."
Abbey: "No, no it's actually better than it was before. I swear the parts you two found had to be newer than half of the rest of the ship."
Stan: "You know, you're probably right. Thanks Abbey, I'll tell Spots if I see him."
*Stan nods politely and hurries past down the gangway and to the lower deck. He walks around the lumber and other cargo, checking the various straps, knots and locking bolts. He looks around for some extra multi-strap for the lumber, not really thinking it's secure enough. The engines start to whir softly and quickly build to a low rumble felt more than heard. After a couple minutes searching the cargo hold he decides it'll have to do and heads back up to the galley to strap in.*
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(Puting Wrench back in his tool bag, then moving to to galley to clean up)
whats a few dishes between friends (sweeping up the plate shards) and puting them in the trash)
**thinking to him self** i wonder if well every have a normal dinner
(sky comes huffing down to the infirmary)
hey
Sky What is it spots **clearly not amused**
well, it looks like you need to relax a bit, and i have something that can help take the edge off ( hands her a small bottle)
Sky: wow water how nice
oooh it aint water trust me try it youll see
(she takes a swig, her face contorts involuntary because of the burning in side of her)
Sky: the hell is that
well i call it moonshine, but its the makeings of a whisky with out the ageing in an oak barrel.
i made a distillery out of some old engine parts
Sky : wow thats some mighty strong stuff there spots (handing the bottle back)
no thats for you keep it. call it a gift of trust.
Sky: what does that mean??
that i trust you but you need to get cleaned up. good night Sky im glad to have you here. ( moving toward his bunk)
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Go have the doc check you out.
Mobbex brings a hand up and prods the swelling on the back off his head.
Ow... 'might be worth her checkin' it out. 'Can't hurt... 'less she starts poundin' at it with a scalpel or somesuch...
He gives a mental shrug and leaves the bridge, heading for the galley.
Mobbex: *walks up to Oram* Hey doc? Cap'n hit me in the noggin with a spanner. Would'y mind havin' a look?
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*The galley is mostly empty, having its share of ‘adventure’ for the evening. Oram is left to her own devices, and is making her way slowly through her half-eaten meal, the blinding migraine is replaced with a bearable headache; the nausea is still tangoing in her stomach, hence the slow eating. She glances up and jumps back in fright as Mobbex is standing in front of her. She pauses in her eating as he asks…
Mobbex: Hey doc? Cap'n hit me in the noggin with a spanner. Would'y mind havin' a look?
*Not sure if he’s using it as a ruse to get her to a ‘quiet’ place so he can knock her out and leave her where she’ll neve see the light of day again, Oram watches him for a second or so before nodding in reply*
I suppose I could…
*She gets up from her table and, leaving her dinner behind, moves off to the infirmary for what is going to be an awkward examination*
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Sounds like my buisness just got more buisnessy.
'Least i beat him here by 3 days. [profile check]
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Mobbex is walking behind Oram as they enter the infirmary.
She flips on the lights and directs Mobbex to the table with a quick nod.
Oram: Take a seat, I need to have a clear look at it.
Mobbex lifts his bottom onto the stainless steel counter and stoops his head. Oram pulls on a pair of blue nitrite surgical gloves and starts feeling the lump on Mobbex's head.
Mobbex: *winces as Oram is fingering his wound* So, huh... Is it bleedin'?
Oram: Nope... it ain't pretty though. What did you say he hit you with?
Mobbex: 'Ain't exactly sure to be honest. My guess is it was one of Spots's hydro-spanners. 'Thing had a weight to hit, 'knocked me senseless in a flash.
Oram: Oh... *tries to hide her gleeful grin* So, hum... captain knocked you out?
Mobbex: *nods* Uh-huh. Captain's a scheming gent, 'had a plan. Me, I just went in thinkin' I could taunt him into lettin' the gloves go... 'played right into his hands.
Oram: So... you're sayin' he outsmarted you. Well that's a shocker...
Mobbex: *chuckles* I misjudged him is all. 'Didn't figure him for a down'n dirty type o' customer.
Oram: *frowns* Come again?
Mobbex: Well, huh... *clears throat* I've done some competitive boxing in my youth, back on Lilac. But I got turned off with all the rules'n stuff, so I picked up street fighting! *chuckles* 'My first time out, I got trounced...
Oram: *arches her eyebrows* Really?
Mobbex: Oh yeah... I mean, even then I's probably stronger and fitter than any guy they could throw at me, but... Y' see, back in the ring, y' come up against a fella' y' can't beat, you lose. But down on the streets, when you can't beat'im... you cheat. 'Guy threw a fistful o' dirt at my face and hit me in the temple with a rock. Knocked me right out. That's down'n dirty for you...
Oram: I see...
Mobbex: 'Course, I came right back and beat the living out o' the guy not even a week after...
Oram: *gives a half smile* Of course...
Mobbex: *chuckles* Yea, I bet his ears are still buzzin' from that pounding his head took that day... anyway. Tha' was an important lesson.
Oram: Yeah, reckon it was.
She pulls a flashlight out of her pocket and sets about inspecting Mobbex's eyeballs.
Oram, mumbling to herself more than anything: No sign of excessive photophobia... Pupils are even sized...
Mobbex: Huh?
Oram: *switches the flashtlight off and tucks it back into her pocket* How's your vision? Is it blurry? 'You seeing any bright lights?
Mobbex stares at her for a moment, looking a little unassertive, then shakes his head no.
Oram: Okay... are you filling dizzy or nauseous?
Mobbex: *grins wryly* Not any more than usual.
Oram: *giggles* Yeah, good one. How's your motor coordination? Are you having difficulties balancing and such?
Mobbex: *shrugs* I got here fine, haven't I?
Oram: *nods and takes a step back* Well, you look fine to me. Just be sure to check in if symptoms crop up within the next few days.
Mobbex: *gets to his feet* Thanks doc, I will. *gives her a nod of salute and walks out*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Mobbex runs into abbey on the stairs.*
Mobbex: What do you want?
abbey *smiling*: I just wanted to say thank you.
Mobbex *confused*: Huh?
abbey: For being nicer to Oram. I heard you down in the infirmary.
Mobbex *slightly uncomfortable*: Whatever… No big.
abbey *motioning towards her shuttle*: I have something for you. Will you follow me?
*She starts up the stairs and he reluctantly follows her.*
Mobbex: You’re not going to yell at me are you?
abbey: No.
Mobbex: You thinking on shooting me?
abbey *chuckling*: No!
Mobbex: Whacking me in the head with a hydro-spanner like the Captain?
abbey *stopping abruptly and turning around*: He hit you in the head with a hydro-spanner?
Mobbex *shrugs as they start back up the stairs*: We had a disagreement. I don’t know which is worse, that or the fact he stuffed me in a locker afterwards.
abbey *stopping again*: He put you in a locker? Do you even fit?
Mobbex: I think Sky helped him.
*abbey suppresses a laugh and starts again up the stairs.*
abbey: I think this might brighten your day then.
Mobbex: Shiny!
When they got up to her shuttle, she went behind the curtain where her sleeping quarters were. Mobs really wanted to know what it looked like back there but stayed where he was. He looked around the room.
abbey *from behind the curtain*: I got these from a dealer on Ariel. They are supposed to be very good. My customers like them.
Mobbex notices that there is a very large intimidating lock on her bar now. He smirks. The place looks a lot different now that he’s had time to look around. There is a couple of snazzy looking end tables and a sofa up against the wall. There were two large cabinets on the opposite wall. Other than that, it seems kinda simple.
Mobbex: Where’s all yer stuff? Though you’d have more. Life you lead and all.
*abbey comes back out to where Mobbex is. She points to end tables.*
abbey: Those are the tables for card games. That one is a roulette table.
Mobbex: Don’t look like one I’ve ever seen.
abbey: New models. All electronic. By the time they come together, you’d never know they had ever looked like this.
Mobbex *still looking at tables, amazed*: Huh!
abbey: I keep the chairs, cards, other accessories in the cabinets.
Mobbex *grinning at her*: What about the loot?
abbey *laughs*: I’m not telling you that. Let’s just say that it is safe.
*She hands Mobbex three really nice, fancy cigars. Mobbex gapes at them.*
Mobbex: Are those what I think they are?
abbey *nods head*: Yes they are.
Mobbex *excited*: SHINY!
abbey: I just really appreciate it… And I was a bit dramatic in the infirmary the other night.
Mobbex: Ah… Knew you didn’t mean it.
abbey: Didn’t say that. I meant it. Just I came across a little…
Mobbex: Scary?
abbey *amazed that she pulled off intimidating a man the size of Mobbex*: Really?
Mobbex: Yeah. Scary abbey is a little… unsettling. Caught me off guard.
abbey *changing the subject*: Well, I thought that you might like them.
Mobbex: Do these have hearts on them somewhere too? *abbey rolls eyes*
abbey *pointing to door*: Out!
Mobbex chuckles as he tucks the cigars gently into his pocket. He closes her door behind him as he leaves. He passes by Colt on the way to his bunk.
Mobbex *with a sloppy grin on his face*: With perks like these, I might just like having her around. *looks straight into Colt’s face* She give treats like this to everyone?
*Mobbex keeps walking towards his bunk leaving Colt on the catwalk. Colt looks over at the doorway to leads to abbey’s shuttle. He could feel his anger rising.*
Colt: Perks?
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Perks?
* I walk in Abbey's shuttle without knocking*
Whats going on in here?
Abbey: What are you talking about?
* I look around her shuttle, not sure what exactly I'm looking for.*
Mobbex said...
Abbey: Said what?
What was he doing in here?
Abbey: I was just thanking him. He.... Why is this your business?
Thanking him how? I mean for what?
Abbey: I think we're finished here Captain Colt.
* her formal dissmissal, doesn't go unnoticed.*
You think we're finished here? Did everyone here forget this is my goram boat?
Abbey pushing me towards the door: I understand its your boat but this is my shuttle. So until I'm behind on the rent, your authority ends at this door.
You think so? *The door shuts in my face*
Abbey: What is wrong with that man? What did he think I was doing with Mobbex? *suddently realizing * He wouldn't. He couldn't . Either he has a very low opinion of me.....or he was...no it couldn't be he agreed it was an accident. He couldn't be jealous.
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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* I'm fuming as I leave her shuttle. Shut the door in my face. I should have Spots rip the damn thing off again. Oram sees me passing through the cargo bay.*
Oram: Captain did you really hit Mobbex with spanner?
Pretty sure it was a wrench.
Oram: You can't go around hitting people in the head with wrenches. You could have killed him.
He'll live.
Oram: Yes he will no thanks to you.
* I spin around and get in her face* is it that much different than you throwing a book at Abbey? She has a bruise big around as her head now. What was that all about?
* She looks at me horrified and starts to cry.*
Thought she was your friend *rubbing it in for no reason but pissed*
Just patch up my crew Doc.
* I leave her crying and head to the galley*
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*abbey hears a commotion coming from outside of her shuttle. She comes out to see Colt leaving and Oram in tears. She rushes up to Oram.*
abbey *angrily*: What did he say to you?
Oram *sobbing*: He told me that your bruise was as big as your head! Tell me that’s not true!
Abbey *hugging her tightly*: Wish I could mei mei. It is pretty nasty, but don’t you worry none. It’ll heal. I’ll be good as new. *Oram pushes abbey back a little and looks under the collar of her shirt to see the bruise. Her eyes grow wide.*
Oram *horrified*: I am so sorry! No wonder he said that I wasn’t a good friend. *lays shirt gently back into place.* I’ll go get you something for the pain.
Abbey *anger rising*: No need to. I’m fine. *She looks toward where Colt had disappeared to.* It is him that won’t be. *She turns back to Oram.* Now go down to your room and rest. I will take care of him.
*Oram nods and goes down stairs. Abbey walks briskly into the galley, where she catches Colt alone. He is pouring a drink.*
abbey *angry*: What in the Hell is wrong with you? *Colt snorts in response as he downs his drink quickly before refilling. She crosses her arms and continues.* You enjoy making Oram cry?
Colt: You enjoy doing… whatever it was you did with Mobbex?
Abbey *anger rising more*: What do you think happened?
Colt: I don’t want to know.
Abbey: I gave him some cigars to thank him for being nicer to Oram. She doesn’t need the added stress.
Colt *nearly choking on his drink*: Cigars?
Abbey: Cigars. *She crosses the room to stand straight in from of him.* What exactly do you think I am?
Colt: I don’t know.
Abbey: I can tell you what. I am a Gamer and a dear friend of that young lady down there. I can tell you that I am NOT a whore or anything along that lines. I do not do things like that on a whim. I have standards.
Colt: Like that Grayson fellow?
*abbey smacks Colt hard across the face. He is stunned.*
Abbey: I am not going to dignify that with an answer. *she points her finger in Colt’s face* And if you ever hurt Oram again. I’ll… I’ll…
Colt: Why do you defend her?
Abbey *yelling*: Because it is my job!
Colt: Your job? What does gaming have to do with holding the hand of someone who would do that *gesturing at her shoulder* to you? Does she even appreciate you?
Abbey: You don’t understand what we have been through. What we have given up! *her eyes get wide and she stops abruptly*
Colt: Can’t be much. Life you lead. Money you make. You could have anything you want.
*That comment cut more than Colt could ever know. She turns to start to leave, but Colt grabs her arm.*
abbey *softly*: Just leave her alone.
Colt *not yelling anymore*: She hurt you. *He turns her around to face him. He is surprised to see tears welling in her eyes.*
abbey: That’s enough, Colt. Please drop it.
Colt *losing the anger he had pent up inside. It has gone past that*: What exactly did you do to make her think she can hurt you?
abbey *pleading*: Please drop it. That’s in our past, Colt. Oram’s and mine. I don’t owe you an explanation.
Colt: But she…
abbey *wiping away the first of many tears that are now streaming down her face*: Please? For me? Please just leave this alone?
*Colt opens his arms to pull her into an embrace, to try to comfort her, but she pulls away from him.*
Colt *softly and with concern*: abbey…
*abbey’s eyes are filled with pain and emotion. Wanting to avoid any further conflict, she retreats quickly and runs from the galley.*
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Mobbex climbs up the stairs to the aft hallway and takes a left, heading for the engine room.
Mobbex: Spots? Y' in there?
Spots: *waves a hand at Mobbex from under the engine core* Down here!
He worms his way out and stands up.
Mobbex: Huh... hey. Would'y happen to have some scrap metal lyin' around?
Spots: *scratches the back of his head* Well... sure, there's the offcuts from the old starboard shuttle hatch... *nods toward a heap of rubbish piled up next to the hatchway* What for?
Mobbex: Well, as my pa used to say... *grabs a sheet of quarter inch plating roughly the shape and size of a dish plate* "Only a foolish tree leaves his roots for all to see." Thanks pal.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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So how are you?
I am a leaf on the wind
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*I walk onto the bridge and stand behind Wash. She has us on course and everything seems fine. I move to my seat. Brit looks worried but before I can ask her about it she leaves.*
You ever regret leaving that guy at the alter?
Wash: Not so much regret. More wonder what my life would have been.
*I nod an understanding*
Wash: I like the life I’ve carved out. If I had stayed I would have never learned to fly. I like to think I did a good job in the war, so, no regrets. *she gets up to remove one of her wandering dinos form my console. I wave her back to her seat and pick up the plastic dino. What about you Captain? Ever marry?
Not the marrying type.
Wash: Mind if I ask you a personal question?
Isn’t, “ever marry” kinda personal?
*She grins*
Go ahead.
Wash: Is Colt your first name or last?
*I sit for a few seconds just staring at the stars* Both….neither.
Wash: Oh I love riddles. Did you hear the one about the guy that dies and goes to hell and there are two doors…
*I look at her and she gives me an easy smile*
Ok…Colt’s the name I’ve had since the war. The one before doesn’t matter anymore.
Wash: What did you do in the war?
I was Alliance.
*Shocked* Wash: ALLIANCE?
Yeah, joined soon as I was of age. I was on a surveyor ship, spent most of our time out in the Black. Till the war… then I saw the real Alliance. What means they would go to, just to say they won.
Wash: What did you do?
Deserted. Found an Independent unit. Turned myself in. Sat in holding cell at prison camp for a few months till my story checked out. They offered me a commission, made me a Captain in exchange for information. Alliance didn’t take to the idea of me turning on them. Since they couldn’t reach me they reached my family.
Wash: oh…
Yeah... War turned in their favor. We saw the end coming. I had a Major with a similar story. The two of us created our new lives. I became Colt.
Wash: You ever see the Major?
He was in a rush. Didn’t cover his tracks well enough. Alliance caught him.
*she flips a few switches and we sit in silence*
Wash: Takes a big person to do what you did changing sides like that. Most people see a wrong, do a wrong, they just keep on going.
*I think back to my fight with Abbey and the Doc*
*Handing her back her dino* Well you seem to have all this in hand. I got something I need to see too.
Wash: Thanks Captain
For what?
Wash: Sharing this. Shows you trust me.
You’re my crew Wash.
*Later I’m standing outside Abbeys door, thinking about what Wash said about being in the wrong. I knock gently on the door.*
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Mobbex strolls down the stairs from the catwalk, an eight foot skipping rope swung around his broad neck.
'I end up stickin' around, I'll prolly be gettin' a threadmill in here somewhere. This rope skipping drill's gettin' wearisome...
He settles on a spot between two stacks of boles and starts doing criss-crosses.
'Prolly should ease off on the tokin', too... but these vintage mocambos are just sweet...
He dips his head in greeting as Sky walks by. She notices the rather atypical knob around his groin area and shoots him a look of disgust before storming off.
Mobbex gives a mental shrug and presses on with his aerobics.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Later I’m standing outside Abbeys door, thinking about what Wash said about being in the wrong. I knock gently on the door.*
*abbey hears someone knock on her door. She knows it is Colt, but she isn’t sure if she wants to talk to him. So she doesn’t answer. He knocks again. Doesn’t he get the point? She hears her door open an inch.*
Colt: abbey? I know you are in there. Can I come in?
abbey: Please go away.
Colt *insistent*: I’m not going anywhere. Let me in. I’m not leaving until you do. *tries to sound upbeat* And you know I am a very stubborn man.
*After a minute, abbey goes to the door and opens it so he can come in. The first thing Colt notices is that abbey looks miserable. Her eyes are puffy from crying. Colt wipes a lingering tear from her face with his hand.*
Colt: I wanted to make sure you were OK. You were so upset before… I’m sorry.
abbey shrugs and retreats further into her shuttle. Colt follows her but she keeps her back to him.
abbey: It was nothing…
Colt: Seemed like something.
abbey: I don’t want to talk about it. *Colt’s hand reaches out and touches the sleeve of her robe. He turns her around to face him.*
Colt: You don’t need to. I just needed to know… if you were OK. I really am sorry.
abbey looks like she is going to cry again. He hates seeing her like this. Without another word, he pulls her into an embrace. This time she lets him and she buries her face in his chest, fisting her hands in the material on his shirt. He exhales and kisses the top of her head.
Colt: I’m sorry. I wish you knew how much…
They stand like that for what seems like hours. Then Colt feels her arms wrap around his waist. Electricity races up his spine. He holds her a bit tighter and kisses the top of her head again. Her hair smells of strawberries. He breathes in the scent, reveling in it. He rubs her back, now noticing that she is dressed for bed. Her robe is so soft, so silky. He pulls back enough for her to look up into his face. Even teary, she is beautiful. He leans down and softly places his lips on hers.
He kisses her and suddenly she kisses back. Their kisses become more passionate, but in the back of Colt’s brain, he is reminded that she had been upset and as much as he doesn’t want to stop kissing her, he knows he has to. He pulls away from her slightly.
abbey: What’s wrong?
Colt: Don’t take this the wrong way… but this ain’t right. You’re hurtin.’
abbey: I’m better now. *Colt sighs and slowly pushes her further away from him. The hurt look on her face makes his heart ache.*
Colt: As much as I would like to, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.
abbey: I guess so. *Her arms cross in front of her chest. She is distancing herself from him, but Colt didn’t want her to go too far away. He didn’t want to loose this feeling.*
Colt: I do have to say one thing… *he pulls her close again and plants a tender kiss* This wasn’t an accident.
*abbey smiles a bit as he parts and leaves her shuttle. Once he is outside, he leans up against the bulkhead.*
Colt (exhaling): Wow…
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*Stan heads down to his small passenger dorm. He grabs his duffel and looks around. The room is small and very much spartan, with only a simple mattress for bedding and dull gray walls. A typical passenger berth on a transport of the era when ships like this were far more common. Not even half as nice as the berths he saw on most the transports he took from the border to the rim.*
*He opens his duffel, pulls out his databook and sets the duffel back in the corner. Sitting on the bed he lies back and opens the computer, keying in the security passcode he inserts the encyclopedia key-chip and runs a search."
Stan: "Search Firefly series 03 standard model..."
*A small display screen depicts an image of a standard series 03 and begins to run through a circuit of images, cross-sections and close-ups of various components. A calm, natural, yet formal sounding female voice begins to emit from the speaker*
Universal Encyclopedia: Firefly series 03, commissioned by the Allied Spacecraft Corporation and designed by a team of engineers and specialists under Mandel & Earls, LTD and first built by Firefly Coach Works, LTD in the mid 2450's. It featured more crew quarters, passenger dorms and cargo space than either Firefly model produced before. With a modular section which could optionally house either a secondary cargo hold, passenger dorms or infirmary. A feature which was dropped shortly after initial construction in favor of a more standard design. Several variants on the series 03 were adapted after commission by private companies, organizations and individuals. Most notable of which would be the military variant used by the Independent Faction during the Unification War of the Early 26th century. Several of these were known to exist and all surviving examples were either destroyed by the Alliance since, or refitted for civilian and commercial use. For further information on the Firefly design and construction refer to the Mandel & Earls interactive virtual manual.
Stan: "Well that didn't help me very much... Search.. Firefly Series 03 vessel name 'Book'..."
Universal Encyclopedia: No record of this vessel exists in this library. Please supply more information or search current ship registry via a cortex terminal link.
Stan: "Yeah. Oh well..."
*He closes the book and sets it down on the mattress beside him. He leans back and closes his eyes to rest for awhile*
Stan:*mumbles quietly* "Wish something would happen around here. I'm already bored."
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*Brit is pacing back and forth in her bunk. Her eyes are open wide and her hands move in different gestures as she speaks quickly to herself*
Stalking dead sheep... falling into the wrong hands and too much weight on her shoulders. Testing... testing...
*She knocks on the wall* Ok, the testing works...
Leaving us alone? No, that's not right. Nothing makes sense.
Let me go. And they listen? No, it doesn't make sense.
False sense of security. Crawling around like lions to their prey and pouncing us like sheep. And yet they go to rip apart our necks, but quickly stop and turn away... they... TURN AWAY?? Why? I don't understand why!
*She puts her head in her hands and stops pacing, but her eyes widen even more*
No... that can't be why...
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Wash on the comm.: Captain, better get up here we got a problem.
*I look back at Abbey’s door* Might be a problem.
*I’m still distracted until Wash snaps me out of it*
Wash: It’s the Alliance. They want us to dock.
Chou ma niao
*I run the bridge and sure enough the stars are gone, blocked by the giant ship.*
And how was I not aware of this?
Wash: Sorry Captain. I monitored the traffic leaving Creed but they must have parked behind a moon or something. They just popped up before they hailed us.
*Sky enters: Great, Alliance and us with an illegal load. Have I thank you lately for bringing me onboard?
Just get the fixed papers.
Sky: Colt their 3 months out of date, and even if they weren’t they don’t cover this cargo.
Just get em * I start down the passageway as Mobbex is coming back from his workout.*
Mobbex: What’s this about the Alliance?
Just what it sounds like. *walking past him*
Mobbex: Hey a…wait up. I just…well I might be a…wanted by them.
Oh there’s a surprise. What for?
Mobbex: Not sure. That’s why I said might.
Not sure?
Mobbex: Well I’ve done a lot of things. Not rightly sure who’s looking for me.
Just keep your mouth shut and no guns.
*The Book shudders and Wash comes over the comm.: We’re docked. They want all personnel to the cargo door.
*Everyone gathers in the cargo bay as the door opens, a group of soldiers spread out and cover the room. A tall lanky fella waltzes in behind them. I can tell from the look on his face this isn’t going to end well.*
Welcome aboard Commander…*extending my hand*
*He blows me off*
I’m Lieutenant Fox. *grabbing the papers from Sky. He opens them* You must be Captain Whedon.
That’s right.
Fox: Your papers are out of date. *Still reading* It seems your operating license for this quadrant has been canceled. *He looks at the load of wood and double checks the papers* And you are carrying sanctioned lumber from an Alliance provider. I see no record of that. I have to say Captain. You’re in a world of trouble.
*Turning to his men* Toss the boat. Let’s see what else he’s hiding.
*Abbey steps forward before I can stop her.*
Abbey: I think you’ll find my records are in order sir. I rent the shuttle.
*He looks over the documents unimpressed.*
Fox: A Gamer? I despise gambling.
Abbey: Well sir as you can see I am authorized by the House.
*Fox steps in close to her: Young lady, out here I am the only authority.
*I step between them: Well lets just see what your commander says bout that.
Fox: He won’t be bothered with the likes of you. *He steps back* But maybe he’ll visit you in our brig.
*His men move into Abbeys shuttle and start searching*
Fox: Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
*I look and Sky, then to Mobbex. Scanning won’t go well for the three of us. If Abbey is worried about it she doesn’t show it. The rest of the crew is behind me. If their worried I cant tell. This is bad*
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
Mobbex tenses up and takes a brief look at Colt. Colt is starring fixedly at him, his eyes advising him to stand down. Mobbex is itching to make a move, but the bay is already swarming with purple. He makes a face and throws his hands behind his head.
Mobbex: *between clenched teeth* Mi tian gohn...
'Knew I shoulda gone off... Damn this boat, damn these
, damn every last one o' them...Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*abbey had hoped that Lt. Fox would look at her papers and let her by. She had everything in order, but it didn’t work out that way. He was less than impressed, almost hostile towards her. She was thankful that Colt had interceded on her behalf by stepping in front of her.*
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Fox: Retina Scan all of them. Let’s see if they are wanted elsewhere.
Retina scans? Lt. Fox said to do retina scans on everyone. That meant her too. abbey freezes, doing her best to stay calm. Colt looks back at her, but then goes back to dealing with Fox. Oram slides up from behind her.*
Oram *whispering*: You’ll be fine. I’m sure they would have taken care of this kind of thing. *Oram waits a second then doesn’t sound quite so sure.* Wouldn’t they?
abbey *whispering*: I don’t know. Never had one done before.
Oram: Not even for the House? *abbey shakes her head*
abbey: Aren’t you worried?
Oram: Not so much. I’m not the one who is supposed to be dead.
abbey’s windpipe tightens up. At first, she thinks it could be a lingering effect of the Panaflex, but it has been a few days since her last attack. This feels different. This is pure fear. She reaches out to Oram and squeezes her hand hard.
Oram: You OK? *abbey shakes her head.*
abbey: I’m scared.
Oram: You’ll be OK. The Captain will protect all of us.
abbey hopes that Oram is right and that somehow the scan will go fine. The thought of the Captain protecting her, although she knows he really couldn’t do much of anything if things go wrong, makes her feel marginally better. She plants that thought in the front of her mind and then begins to silently pray.
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*Sky is thinking to herself as the Alliance scatters on board.* Knew I should have got off this gorram boat earlier.
*Whispers to Colt.* So "Captain Whedon," how you gonna save the day this time? Or should I have gotten off your boat a mite earlier?
*Fox mentions something about Retina scans. Sky becomes nervous as Colt looks at both her and Mobbex.*
Retina scans... well this is just going to go just great. Just another reason to make me wanna leave.
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(Walking out of the engine room with wrench in hand just in time to be mobbed by alliance feds)
Fed: Weapon!!! (2 feds grab me and through my arm against the safety rail till my arm breaks and i drop the wrench)
Spots:AHHAAAA GORAMIT!!!
Colt: Hey hes just a mechanic
Fed2: Sir please stay where you are any action you take can be held against you.
(Colt holding back his rage backs down)
(Spots being brought down the stairs to the rest of the crew)
Colt: you ok??
Spots: not really but ill make it
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*Oram stays near Abbey, feeling calm and collected. Knowing she’s in the clear as she hasn’t done anything illegal in the past 4 years… well, not that she knows of. She feels Abbey squeezing her hand in a death-grip and absently squeezes back, then turns to see a couple of feds dragging Spots down the stairs, noticing that something is wrong with his arm. The doctor in her immediately flares up.*
Hey, you don’t have to manhandle him... you’ve already broken a limb.
Abbey: Oram, quiet!
No.. *sakes her hand out of Abbey's grip* I'm not gonna listen to his go se..
Lt. Fox: I’d hold you’re tongue; you’re under arrest along with the rest of the crew.
Still doesn’t give you the human right to break limbs, badly I might add, for taking people by surprise.
Lt. Fox: My medical team will assess whether his arm is, in fact, broken.
I'm a doctor, and from where I'm standing I can perfectly see it’s broken.
Lt. Fox: You’re a little young to be a doctor.
I passed the Alliance medical examination tests with semi-flying colours.
Lt. Fox: With a high chance that you cheated. I’ll be personally seeing to it that you are stripped of your medical licence if I find that you didn’t cross a T or dotted an I on any exams from the day you first stepped into medical academy.
And I’ll be personally seeing to it that your arrogance is reported to your superior and that you’re stripped of you dinky ship and its tin man crew.
*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse. She wipes her mouth on her sleave to find blood and that her jaw feels numb.*
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*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse. She wipes her mouth on her sleave to find blood and that her jaw feels numb.*
Mobbex makes a move toward the lieutenant but Colt steps in and lays an arm over his chest, stopping him.
Colt: *muttering* Hold it.
Mobbex, eyeing Fox in a pugnacious manner: That was a lil' out of order.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*I watch Spots being dragged to the cargo bay, nursing a bad arm. Now their just screwing with us cause they can. Oram gives Fox hell. I try to move that direction but a young soldier steps in front of me. Doc's giving as good as Fox, then the bastard get bent and slaps her.*
ENOUGH!
*He spins on me* Fox: You are all bound by law. Restrain them.
* IT. I'm killing him.*
*Before I can move Brit steps up to Fox*
Brit: I'm ready to be scanned now.
*Fox motions the soldier with the scanner over. He places the scanner in front of Brits eyes and blue light flashes.*
Fox: That one next. *pointing at me*
*Fox comes to close. I stomp down hard on the top of his boot, crushing bone. Before I can do anything else. His men are on me. The sound of guns charging echoes in the bay.*
Fox: YOU BROKE MY FOOT.
That a fact? Or do you need your medical team to assess it?
Fox: Assaulting an Alliance officer. *Limping away from me* SCAN HIM.
*They come at me with the scanner but before they can finish another man enters the bay. He hands Fox a screen.*
*Reading the screen* Fox: This can't be right.
*The other man nods*
Fox: All of them? *clearly upset*
*He turns and those of us paying attention see an image on the screen. It's Brit and below in big red letters it says. NOT TO BE DETAINED FOR ANY REASON*
*Fox grabs his comm. After several minutes of arguing with someone on the other side he hands off the comm. He walks up to me, wary not to get to close.*
Fox: You and your people are free to go.
*They vacate the Book and we are in the clear. Everyone goes about cleaning up the mess. Doc goes to work on Spots arm. No one says much but its clear what everyone is thinking. What the hell just happened?*
*I lock eyes with Brit. She just blinks a couple of times and leaves the room*
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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*Feels Oram let go of her hand as Spots is brought downstairs. She begins to give Lt. Fox a verbal assault.*
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Abbey: Oram, quiet!
*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse.
*Abbey’s hand flies up to her mouth and she lets out a strangled gasp. She knows she should go to her friend’s side, but her feet are rooted to the floor.*
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*He spins on me* Fox: You are all bound by law. Restrain them.
*All of us? Bound by law? Abbey sees dark spots float around in her peripheral vision. She feels like she is going to pass out. Brit steps up and volunteers to be the first one scanned. She looks so fearless.*
*Then all of a sudden, Lt. Fox is handed a screen and immediately turns red from anger.*
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Fox: All of them? *clearly upset*
*He turns and those of us paying attention see an image on the screen. It's Brit and below in big red letters it says. NOT TO BE DETAINED FOR ANY REASON*
*She notices that no one is watching her now and unconsciously (and slowly) backs up towards the stairs.*
*When they leave she bolts up the stairs and into her shuttle. Only Mobbex notices her leaving, but he looks mad enough to kill the first person that comes within arms length.*
*When she arrives in her shuttle, it has been tossed. The bar has had the one of the doors kicked in because they couldn’t get past the lock. It is leaking alcohol from broken bottles but not enough to have destroyed her whole inventory, her specialty food items that she keeps for customers (cheesecake and other various delights) are thrown carelessly on the floor, some cigars have been thrown from their humidor and her cabinets have been ransacked. Chairs and cards are strewn everywhere. The material that separates her bedroom from the rest of the shuttle has been torn as well. Luckily the tables she has are not damaged.*
*But the damage doesn't even phase her. The pent up emotions from the ordeal take their toll. She could have been in real trouble. She slumps onto the sofa and begins to sob uncontrollably..*
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*Spots has his arm encased in a moulded cast, he’s still able to use his hand, but only marginally.*
I'm sorry that it’s gonna take about 6 weeks to heal… I don’t have an exo-builder, you’ll have to get Stan to help with the ships upkeep.
Spots: Didn’t expect to find one on this ship. So, it was a clean break of the bone?
I don’t even want to think what would’ve happened if it wasn’t... Though, to be safe, I'm giving you a dose of anti-biotics just in case anything wants to play merry havoc with you. I'm sure you’ll be safe, what with all the crawling around you do in this place, your immunity will be stronger than an Ox.
Spots: Thanks Doc.
*He hops off the chair and exits the infirmary heading for the engine room. Oram goes to wash her hands, and sees blood going down the drain. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she swears under her breath at the loss of the bloody stitches again, but forces herself to swallow the bile and rinses the remnants from her finger and palm, wrapping her hand in a clean bandage before heading for the galley, she catches the already purple bruise and swollen cheek in the basin mirror, but almost no emotion is on her face as she examins it before leaving the infirmary*
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Mobbex glowers at Fox's back as he walks out with an uneven gait, then spins around and whirls toward the nearest gangway. His face is contorted into a ferocious snarl, and both Sky an Colt hurriedly backpedal out of his course. Stan, however, is a little slow on the draw, and Mobbex promptly shoves him against a mound of boles.
Mobbex: Get the out o' my way! *notices Abbey's vanishing act as she has already made it to the upper catwalk*
'Bastards must've rifled her place to hell...
He veers to his right and stomps up the stairs to Abbey's shuttle.
With any luck they'll have spared a few goodies...
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Sky watches everyone leave the room quickly. Abbey is gone, however, before she can even watch her walk away. Brit stares at Colt and then walks away nonchalantly. Oram and Spots rush into the infirmary. Wash heads back up to the bridge. Mobbex stomps viciously up the stairs and out of the room, pushing Stan against the stacks of lumber along the way. Her eyes quickly move from him to Stan who is now on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck, and then she quickly shoots her glare towards Colt.*
What the jiǔ yōu was that all about? Did you see whose picture was on that screen, Colt?
Colt: Yeah. I did.
Do you think she's part of the Alliance?
Colt: I really don't know. But I'm sure as hell gonna find out.
*Colt walks out of the room and the only person left there is herself. She sighs as she walks out of the room as well.*
Well this is becoming one hell of a boat ride.
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****hits comm to the other ship**********
That was down right Chicken Titus Fox!!! Hell Just because I ran out on your GORAM Brother doesn't mean you can harass us !!!
*****Lt.fox comms back( doesn't notice that the capt. and sky are there in the doorwat listening to the exchange)***********
Your one to talk, you left Christian heartbroken . Your worse than that Cheap wanna be compaion !!! He still has not gotten over you.
***** the capt walks quietly closer to wash as does sky***********
Watch what you say about Christian he is more a man than you will ever be you worthless bastard. I still love him .....................
hate to interupt your family squabble but we have got to get going.
*******I stand up Quite embarassed ********
Yes sir, will do
*****turns the ship and heads away from that ship**********
Sky: so Sha'uri care to explain that little problem?
Wash: Yes the man I was to be married to is one of the highers ups in the alliance. ok. his brother tried to court me and failed it was one of the reasons I left now let us get out of here.................
I am a leaf on the wind
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Mobbex hears abbey crying from outside her door. He hesitates, but continues into her shuttle. He sees her on the couch. He hates it when women cry. It makes him uncomfortable. He changes his focus onto the room, which is trashed.
Mobbex: Tzao gao, abbey! You’d think that you were hiding something. *She chokes a bit, making her cough.* You need that inhaler thingy? *looks around a bit more* Not that I could find it anyway.
*abbey shakes her head as she finally stops coughing.*
Mobbex *shrugs*: They really tore this place apart. *He starts hefting the chairs back into the cabinets.*
*abbey is surprised that he is helping her out. Mobbex picks up a smushed chocolate cheesecake, still in it’s package.*
Mobbex: Can I have this?
*abbey nods and he finds an empty box on the floor. It is one that she hasn’t bothered to throw away from a recent shipment she had received. Mobbex drops the cheesecake in the box. He picks up the humidor and puts in on a shelf in the cabinet. There are two bent cigars lying on the floor. They are not quite broken but he is sure that abbey wouldn’t want to give them to her clients. She is still crying but a lot softer.*
Mobbex: Can I have these?
*abbey nods as she continues to cry, wiping tears from her face. Mobbex tosses abbey two sofa pillows that were thrown on the floor. She lays them down next to her on the sofa and puts her head on them, pulling her feet up onto the sofa too.*
*Mobbex pushes the glass from the broken bottles into a pile with his boot. He leans down to see a bottle of Gin sticking out of the damaged door of her bar. He picks it up and sees that there is a chip on the neck of the bottle. It doesn’t go all the way through. He turns to abbey and she lays on the sofa half asleep, still sniffling.*
Mobbex: This one is chipped. Can I…
abbey *sleepily, cutting him off*: You can have anything that’s damaged. Just leave what is intact.
*Mobbex smiles and happily starts putting away items that he can figure out where they go. All the while, he is dropping any damaged goods in his box. He looks over at abbey, who has fallen asleep, with a tear still falling down her cheek. He finishes what he can and turns back to abbey. Her sleep has become somewhat agitated and she is murmuring slightly. He sets his box down and looks around. Through the torn fabric of her divider, he sees a throw at the bottom of her bed. He picks it up and lays it across her. Her hands wrap around it and she cries out.
abbey *softly and barely recognizable*: no… run…
*Mobbex makes a note to mention it to someone. Grinning like he’d won the lottery, he picks up his box of loot and leaves her shuttle.*
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Mobbex tiptoes his way out of the shuttle, his loot in hand, and pulls the hatch shut with a swift tug of his leg.
Sweet gal... 'oughta get herself robbed more often.
He makes his way through the upper deck and and literally bumps into Colt in front of the hatch to his bunk as the latter is leaving the bridge.
Colt: *frowns* Where have you been and what's with the box?
Mobbex: Huh? Jus' stuff from Abbey's shuttle.
Colt, speaking with a somewhat menacing edge: You stealin' from crew again?
Mobbex: *an irritated scowl comes on his face* Would I tell you outright if I were stealin'? I ain't stupid y'know.
Colt: Right...
Mobbex: It's damaged goods, anyhow. 'Told me I could have it. *puts the box down on the grating and throws the hatch wide* Y' might wanna check in on her, too.
Colt, with a hint of concern in his voice: Check in on her? What for?
Mobbex: Well, she didn't look quite right to me. 'Could be wrong, though.
Colt: *rolls his eyes at the ceiling* Define "Not quite right".
Mobbex: *shrugs* I dunno... she was sleepin' most o' the time I's there, mumblin' gibberish'n stuff. Cryin' too.
Colt, his face showing genuine concern: All right, I'll, huh... drop by, see what's with her.
Mobbex: *smirks* Yeah, m'sure you will. *picks the box up, tucks it under his arm and disappears down the ladder*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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******Puts ship on auto pilot. Walks to her Quaters and pulls out a picture of her and Christian and cries*************
**************heads out to the galley to grab something to eat and bumps into mobbex enjoy some finr acholol*********
hey can I grab a drink?
I am a leaf on the wind
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*Oram stops at the threshold, in shock that the galley has been turned inside out and upside down. Holding back the groan for the unnecessary work, she goes in to see what can be salvaged and reused. Halfway through she makes a cup of coffee for herself and sits up on the counter, surveying what’s she’s cleaned, what’s part of the individual crew inventory and a small pile of unsalvageable items.*
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hey Oram need some help.
I am a leaf on the wind
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*Looks up and see's Wash entering the galley*
Nah, I've got it under control... Mobbex is gonna be pretty when he finds they destroyed his *reads from half torn lable* Protien Body Builder.... *throws the empty tin and lable into the bin* Well, least he ain't on steroids, his agression is more than I can handle at times.
*She finishes her coffee and gets back to cleaning the galley*
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*Walks into her bunk and sits on her bed. Her eyes travel downward and look at the floor underneath her bare feet. She begins swinging her legs on the edge of the bed as her eyes travel all around the room and then watch the door for ten seconds before she hears a knock on it*
Brit: Enter, please. *She looks back down at the floor* I was expecting to see you.
Colt: That so? You wanna explain to me what just happened back there?
Brit: Not really.
Colt: Oh? And why not?
Brit: *Her eyes seem tense as she looks at Colt* Because you know as much as I do about what just happened.
Colt: What are you talking about?
Brit: *she looks back down at the ground and swings her legs some more* I mean, I don't know what happened. I just knew they would scan me and leave. I don't know why.
Colt: And how did you know they would scan you and leave?
Brit: *shrugs* I just knew.
Colt: Ah. You just knew. Right. Same answer every time, don't know why I still ask.
Brit: *She shoots her eyes toward Colt, her mouth gaping slightly* You don't trust me. I am not Alliance.
*Colt stares at her for a moment and somehow feels a bit more relieved even though he still doesn't know if she's telling the truth*
Brit: *Tilts her head* Shouldn't you be checking on Abbey?
Colt: *He perks up as he remembers* I, uh... yeah... *He takes a moment to look at Brit and then quickly leaves*
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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*Stan picks himself up off the deck. After mumbling at the back of ogre-man gone wrong he heads back out of the Cargo Hold and towards his bunk. Passing Oram and Spots as they enter the Infirmary. Spots' arm bent at a disturbing angle as he holds it tenderly.*
Stan: "What did I get myself into... more Alliance trouble, what's the deal with that girl? Wonder what other mayhem my road has in store."
*His room is a mess. The mattress tossed against the far wall and his duffel upturned and his clothing and gear strewn across the floor. He grabs a sock outside his door as he walks in and begins to pick up his clothes then stuff them unfolded into his duffel.*
Stan: "What's this? I forgot I even packed this."
*Stan smiles as he picks up pair of somewhat battered, drabby slate-blue colored coveralls with a collection of various old patches.*
Stan: ".... Nelumbo. Was it home? I hardly remember my folks anymore."
*He runs a thumb over a white Lotus flower patch emblazoned with a blue N on the left sleeve then folds the coveralls and puts them on the floor next to the door. After finishing "putting away" his clothes and laying the mattress out on the floor he grabs the coveralls, a pair of shorts and a dull orange t-shirt and heads toward the shower. He walks out of the corridor just as Sky passes the Infirmary door on her way to the stairs.*
Stan: "Hello."
Sky: "You the new crew? *not waiting for an answer* I haven't gotten a chance to welcome you aboard myself."
Stan: "I've been keeping to myself, somewhat. Thanks."
Sky: "Might be a good idea, keeping to yourself. Alot of trouble on this boat..."
*She claps him on the back and heads up the stairs toward the main deck. Stan glances after her a second then continues on to the passengers head.*
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*Images are flashing randomly through abbey’s mind. She is dreaming*
*In the background, a puppy’s bark is heard as a deserted building looms ahead…*
abbey *nearly unintelligible*: snickers…
*A hand leans on a window frame as they look in a window. A woman screams.*
abbey *moaning*: oh God…
*Running through a field. Heavy footsteps are heard in background. Falling.*
abbey *arms slightly held up in a defensive position*: hide… nooo…
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Mobbex utters a lengthy string of expletives as he takes in the state of havoc in which the feds have left his room. He then sets the box down next to the ladder and gets down to assessing the damage.
Only a handful of furniture items are still somewhat salvageable, starting with his sturdy gunlocker, which displays scorch marks and other signs of potent abuse.
Hah... gonna take more than one measly blowtorch to get your mitts on my ordnance.
His bunk is also right where he left it (the metal framework is still firmly bolted to the flooring). However, the mattress looks like someone went after it with a power-saw.
Aw... why didn't they just torch it to bits, would've saved me the trouble...
He tears the mattress off the bed frame and tosses it against the nearest bulkhead.
While doing so, he notices that the wooden crate in which he keeps his pet prairie dogs is missing.
Mobbex: Oh... don't. Don't you dare...
He looks around the room and spots a jumble of wooden planks heaped up against the opposite wall.
He scrambles to his feet and rushes over to it, only to realize that the flesh-eating chipmunks are nowhere to be seen.
Mobbex: This... *gulps* This ain't good...
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hey can I grab a drink?
Mobbex: Over my *hic!* dead body... *hic!* sister.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*In the engine room. Stan is on his back, his body half inside a maintenance crawl-way. A variety of tools scattered on the deck beside his legs. Spots sits leaning against the wall next to them.
Spots: "Do you see it yet?"
Stan: "...no...er wait. Yes there it is. Clockwise at full torque?"
Spots: "Counter-clockwise."
*Stan tightens the wrench and turns the bolt counter-clockwise. A small drop of horrid smelling grease drips from the fixture onto his right cheek.*
Stan: "Alright, done deal."
*He glances around one last time to make sure he hasn't let a tool and slides out of the crawl-way.*
Spots: "Good work. Not much else around here I can't do single-handed.. heh. Thanks for the help."
Stan: "No problem. How's the arm by the by?"
Spots: "Hurts like a bitch but it'll get better." *He mutters something incoherent under his breath*
*Spots grabs the bulkhead rail one-handed and pulls himself up easily. He walks over the the engine core and leans over it, prodding something with a small magnetic driver and nodding. Stan begins to put the tools back in the old wooden box when a shadow seen out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.*
Stan: "... what was that?"
Spots: "eh.. what now?"
Stan: "I thought I saw someth... nevermind. We're on a ship. What could it be, anyway?"
Spots: "Are you sure those Alliance goons didn't break your head or something?"
Stan: "Hah ha. It was just a shadow or something. Nevermind."
*Stan leans over and looks down the crawl-way before sliding the panel back infront of it and securing the locking bolts.*
Stan: "If you need any help just give me a call. Alright?"
Spots: "You bet. I might need some help later with some routine maint. I'll give you a call over the comm when it's time."
*Stan leaves the engine room and heads toward the galley. He wipes at the grease on his cheek with his left hand, leaving a streak of black.*
Stan "I swear I saw something..... Oh well."
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Why am I here already?
Mobbex is now slumped over the galley table, his head swaying sideways as he knocks back another draft of bourbon.
Mobbex: Good 'till the last drop... *hic!*
He leans back against the chair and tosses the bottle over his shoulder.
Mobbex: That stuff ain't good for ya... *hic!* ...Pa used to say... kills your braincells...
He abruptly loses his equilibrium and crumples to the floor.
Mobbex, slobbering abundantly as he speaks: Pa said the sauce made me mopey... *hic* Awww... *a lone tear runs down his cheek* M'sorry Pa... should've listened... *hic* I nev'r listened...
He rolls over and tries to pick himself up, but only manages to get to his knees before collapsing again.
Mobbex: Y' know, fallin' is such a quiet, effortless thing... It's the landing that really... *hic* ...stings.
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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*Oram finally has the galley spic and span, and notices that Mobbex has made his way to the dining area with a large bottle of whiskey… She ignores him and his mumblings until he falls to the floor, then she decides it's time to get the Merc to bed.*
Oram: Ok, big man, you’re gonna be passing out any minute now… and I don’t need to break my back from getting your bulk to your bunk, one ruined hand is enough.
Mobbex: You losh your stict’es again’?
Oram: Yeah, landed on my hand in the cargo bay.
Mobbex: You suck with keeping them in.
Oram: Yeah, yeah and you suck holding a decent conversation.
Mobbex: I don’t fall when drunk.
Oram: My observations say otherwise.
Mobbex: You weren’t drinking when you fell?
*Oram just gives him a strange look at his memory loss…*
Oram: I fell when the guy hit me… Remember?
Mobbex: *giving a sloppy grin* Oh, yeah! He left a mark too.
*Mobbex points sluggishly at her cheek, Oram just moves her head from his reach and helps pull him to his feet, he half drapes himself on and over her, and she nearly collapses at his almost dead weight, and she realises they aren’t gonna move anywhere. Then…*
Oram: Mobbex, get your hand off my arse or I'll remove it with a blunt razor.
Mobbex: You don’t *hic* like bein’ touched, do yeh?
Oram: *narrows her eyes at him* What?
Mobbex: Aww, come on doc... prime piece of a man like me, y' can't be sayin' no!
Oram: *knows where this is going and decides to move while it’s still safe* Yeah, you're a stud of a specimen, make me quiver… get to bed.
*She just helps Mobbex to the floor, making sure he’s not in the road. He tries to pull her down with him, but Oram only smacks his wandering hands*
Oram: And Oram says ‘No, means No!’
Mobbex: You’re no fun…
*She goes to get a blanket and pillow, also filling a large cup of water. She gets back to his side and finds that he’s clean passed out, so Oram makes him as comfortable as possible.*
Oram: Night Mr Grabs.
*Then she leaves, taking the whiskey bottle with her and heads for her bunk, leaving a sleeping Mobbex behind*
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Mobbex stirs as he comes around from his drunken stupor.
He straightens up and begins to stretch his sore limbs when Oram sets foot in the room.
Oram: Mornin'.
She makes her way to the kitchen unit and sets the coffee pot on the stove.
Mobbex, kneading his stiff neck as he speaks: Ugh... wh... where am I? Wha' happened?
Oram: You passed out.
Mobbex: ...I did? Wherefore?
Oram: 'Drank yourself stupid.
Mobbex: I... I did? Ehr... how bad?
A mischevious look crosses Oram's features.
Oram: Well... very. Bad.
Mobbex, his skin growing paler with every word: Huh... did I... hum, wha' happened?
Oram turns to him, struggling mightily to keep a straight face.
Oram: What do you think happened?
She then walks out, a coffee mug in hand, flashing a grin spanning from one ear to the other.
Mobbex plunks himself back on the floor and stares emptily at the ceiling for a minute.
Mobbex: Jao gao... I ain't ever drinkin' again.
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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