the shiny NEW take turns writing
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UPDATED: Sunday, November 14, 2004 03:18
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Small amout of background on this one, its set on Serenity, but before Mal bought it, back when it still held that new spaceship smell about it. Oh, and its not called Serenity, its called Sidere (litteraly traslated it means 'run away!' in latin) (According to my friends latin book anyway) (it could mean ugly monkey for all i know, but i hope it doesn't)
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Teela Brown wandered around her new ship, a firefly class something something. Her brother-in-law had bought it for his wife, her sister, as an anniversary present and she hadn't liked it, said that it lacked pizzaz. Thus, Teela got the ship and Teela's sister got another new pair of diamond earings.
So Teela wandered around the ship because it seemed like something was missing, although she wasn't sure what. As she passed the infirmary it hit her, passengers! This ship needed passengers! Then she would have money to buy furniture for the ship. And food. And Gas.
As she climbed to the bridge, she realized she also needed a pilot.
Ok, she thought, pilot first, passengers later.
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Me! Me! Pick me! I wanna be the pilot! Me me!
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Teela was wandering around the dock, looking for a pilot.
Pilot...pilot...need a pilot...
Teela surveyed the prospects. No...no...definently not...never... She sees Ebo. This girl's got something for her already. She's a girl.
"Hola, mi compadre. I need a pilot. You interested?"
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
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Soul stays back in the shadows, staring at the two women deep in conversation. They are obviously talking about a ship, but which one? Then his eyes settle on a Firefly, new by the looks of it, and by the way one of the women is gesturing to it, the Firefly seems like hers.
He needs a ride, a way to get off this rock, but if he asked, would the woman let him board the Firefly...?
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Ebo thought a moment, "Whats the salary?"
"Um...love and gratitude? And proten bars."
"Deal!"
"Alright, the ship you'll be flying for me is that one over yonder, Sidere."
"What, behind that heap of junk Firefly?"
"It is the heap of junk Firefly."
"Oh!" Ebo said a little to loudly, "and a lovely heap of junk it is," she quickly changed the subject, "Um, I'll just go put my stuff on the ship."
Teela gave her a fake smile, "You do that. I'll go collect us some passengers."
Ebo strode off and Teela went back to her heap of junk, -er, firefly, and sat down in front of it with a large sign saying, "Passage to rim planets, cheep, cleanish rooms, edible food."
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Soul made his decision and strolled up to the Firefly and to the woman now sitting in front of the boarding ramp holding a sign with the words "Passage to rim planets, cheep, cleanish rooms, edible food" written in what he guessed passed for english these days.
"You lookin' for a ride?"
Soul smiled. "That I am, if you've got the room."
"Well, I've got the room if you've got the cash."
Soul considered that, and then unshouldered his pack, making sure she noticed his guns as he pulled out a roll of bills and peeled off a few. The woman took the money and smiled.
"So where are you headed?" Soul asked.
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"Me? Where money leads me."
Ebo appeared again. "Shiny! I'm not the only one who wants to ride this piece of-" she remembers Teela "-hand-crafted excellence." She turns her attention to Soul.
"Hiya."
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Ebo dropped her large dufflebag on the ground and shook Soul's hand, "Nice to meet cha."
Ebo's eyes fell to Souls guns, "Oh, you must be the merc. I'm the pilot," she added before turing back to Teela, "I found us some cargo. Hope you don't mind."
Teela nodded, "Great! That'll make us some gas money. Where's it headed?"
"Ballard."
"Where's that?"
"I dunno."
"You do of course realise that is pilot, your gonna have to do some navigating as well."
"HA! Oh i failed that in flight scho-Um, I mean, Sure! No problem! I'll navagate our asses to Ballard so fast you're feet'll fall off."
"Good. Where's this cargo?"
"The guy said he'd bring it here, should be here in a coupla minutes. I'm gonna go get navigating."
"Sure, drop you stuff in the hold, I'll show you your bunk once were airborne."
"Sure thing."
Ebo picked up her bag and trotted up the ramp into Sidere. Soul picked up his stuff and followed her.
A few minutes later a man and a boy showed up on a quad dragging a trailer with a large crate on the back.
"Ello," the greasy looking man said, "I'm looken for a Teela, you be her?"
"Yep. I hear you got some cargo for me."
"That I do," he extended a gloved hand, "Me names' Jerry. This is my son."
A bow of about 7 looked up at Teela from under an oversized bowler hat, "People call me Badger," he said, glaring at her.
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Teela looked down at the boy. "Okay, Badger. What sorta cargo you got?"
"Why d'you need to know?" Badger said haughtily.
Teela found this amusing, but kept a straight face. "Just innocent cutiousity."
Jerry monitered the converstaion, and when there was a pause he said "Winthrop, help me with this."
"I told you, it's Badger!" the boy complained.
"When you run your own organization, you have whatever name you want." Jerry secretly smiled.
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Soul stood on the catwalk, his bag at his feet as he watched Jerry and "Badger" load the cargo. The boy looked mighty funny, nearly drowning in his huge bowler hat, but hey, to each his own.
"So Soul, where you from?"
Soul looked over as Ebo approached him. He smiled at her. Damn, she sure was pretty. Well, for that matter so was Teela, but Teela wasn't the one smiling at him now.
"Everywhere and nowhere," he responded, smiling back. "Wherever my guns take me."
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A young man with red hair watched the crate being hauled aboard the firefly with more than a hint of suspicion in his eyes. He breathed in deeply, before breaking into a fit of coughing.
'Note to self:' he thought wryly, 'never breathe in deeply in a ship port.'
Anyone who took a second look at him would notice the look in his eyes and the lack of baggage, and deduce that he was on the run from something or someone. Fortunately, hardly anyone gave him a second look.
He rooted around in his pocket. The few nuggets of gold he'd found were still there. He sighed. Time to be movin' on... again. He walked up to the vessal.
"Who'd I have to talk to to get offa this rock?" He asked quietly.
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Something caught Soul's eye, and he turned away from Ebo to stare down to where Teela was now talking to a man with red hair. It seemed like a casual conversation, but something about the man seemed odd, almost familiar...
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"So..." the girl who'd introduced herself as Teela said "have you got a name?"
The red-haired man's face gave a ghost of smile away. "Mantichorus." He replied. "But you can just call me Manti if you like..."
Teela nodded. "What've you got to pay your way, Manti?"
"Three gold nuggets enough?" Mantichorus asked. Before she could answer, he spotted another man off to the side. He looked familiar, but presently, Mantichorus couldn't put a name to the face. 'Ah, well,' he mused, 'time will tell...'
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"Well, Manti, do you have any baggage?"
"Nope."
"Well, then I can show you to your room." Teela looks up to Soul, sees that he's looking at Manti, and then back at Manti, and sees a faint smile. Well then, Teela thinks. this might be interesting... She smiles.
"Anyway, let's go to your dorm. Walk this way."
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"Talk this way!" Ebo sang out and played a few chords on air guitar. She noticed the looks she was getting. "What? Don't you guys listen to clasical music?...I guess not, to high class for you all" Manti raised an eyebrow "Right!" Ebo said and clapped her hands, "Navigating! Gonna go do that." And she trotted up the stairs to the brigde mumbling 'tough crowd.' She plopped down in the pilots chair, still covered in protective plasic covering, and started plotting the route to Billard.
Teela showed the passagers to the dorm rooms and was just explaining about showers and how she would prefer if the men took them ever so often when the ships intercom crackled and Ebo's voice came booming through the speakers, "Hey, you guys wanna go now or what? I plotted our course, but if we don't leave soon the planets gonna be in a diferent place by the time we get there."
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"So far, so good..." Mantichorus muttered to himself, lying down in his dorm room. 'Isn't that what you say every second of a three-mile fall without a parachute?' the ever-pessimistic part of his brain asked. Through years of it being proved right, Mantichorus decided to pay attention. That Soul character, for example... He would swear he'd seen him somewhere before...
The firefly banked sharply, breaking his train of thought. 'Bugger' he thought. With a sigh, he took off his brown overcoat, and threw it on the bed.
'Well, the crew seem agreeable enough...' the ever-optimistic part of his brain smiled hopefully. Yep. All two of 'em. Mantichorus thought for a second, then clicked his fingers.
Maybe they needed a mechanic for this boat... If so, maybe he'd be better off here than plodding through the 'verse.
Catching a niff of his armpits, and remembering Teela's advice, he decided to take a shower first...
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Soul grabbed onto the copilots seat as Ebo yanked the controls and jerked the Firefly hard to the right. Ebo let out a whoop.
"You are crazy, you do know that?" Soul said, sarcastically.
Ebo just grinned and jerked the controls again. God, she reminded him so much of his son. His son...he hadn't seem him in over a year, ever since Helina had asked for the divorce. His son had such great potential to be a pilot, and a damn good one at that, the way he just naturally knew how to fly the simulators; but Helina had wanted differently, wanted him to do anything but fly.
That had been the downfall of their marriage. So Soul had left, promising his son, little Hoban Washburne that he would come back one day and really teach him how to fly...
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Mantichorus walked out into the corridor, and paused. Something felt ...wrong. He frowned and ducked back into his quarters, and began to rummage around in his coat. Eventually, he pulled out a small pouch. He quickly attached it to his belt, and pulled his tee-shirt down to cover it. You could never be too careful...
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A/N: Guys, I'm off for the weekend. Just carry on the story as normal and FORGET THE POUCH. It doesn't have any relevance... yet.
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"Wee! this piece of junk can move!" Ebo shouted gleefully at Soul, who sat down in the co-pilots chair and grabbed the consoule.
Teela steped through the door, "Is there a compeling reason for all this motion?" she asked.
"Not really," Ebo shrugged, "Just seeing what this piece of, um, spaceship can do before we break atmo."
"Right. Why?"
"In case we have to escape from somebody or something."
"Why would we have to do that?"
"We're carrying not so ligit cargo. Just playing it safe."
"Right, playing it sa-wait-what? Not so ligit cargo?"
"Uh-huh, Jerry isn't exactly your honorable busness man."
"Whats in the box?" Soul asked.
Ebo shugged, "Beats me."
Manti stepped in, "What ever it is it probably isn't kosher, I've delt with this guy before. He likes to keep his big bad reputation by keeping things on the wrong side of legality."
"How long have you been standing there?" Teela asked.
Before he could answer the ship jolted violently.
"I had nothing to do with that," Ebo said. The ship jumped again. "I'm getting the idea this thing has crappy stabilizers. I think this is its typical reaction to breaking atmo."
"Will it do the same thing when we re-enter?"
"Probably be worse."
"Great," Teela mumbled.
"I might be able to fix that," Manti spoke up, "I mean, not all the way, but once we land in Ballard I can rig up some stuff to make it better."
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Glico stared at the displays in her tiny fighter:
FUEL LEVELS CRITICAL
TIME TO ASPHYXIATION : 0 HOURS 20 MINUTES 12 SECONDS
She was in orbit now, could float for, what did it say? Twenty minutes. Crap. With a new sense of desperation, she scanned the list of ships on her RADAR until a firefly caught her eye. Fireflies were liable to have various things of value on them. Things that needed protecting. She was good enough at that, and her little fighter was a great help with the fighting. She waiting for the firefly to hit orbit, and opened a channel with it.
"Hi, my names Glico. I Got a little problem here, and need a lift. I got nothing of value, but I'm willing to work. Things sometimes have a tendancy to blow up in space. I can help make sure that's not you."
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Ebo looked again at the little flashing light. It had been blinking now for about 10 minutes. Maybe Teela would know. Ebo was about to page her when she realized that Teela probably knew less about the buttons on this ship then she did.
Maybe there was an owners manual or something.
Ebo stood and paced around, looking for an owners manual of some sort. She finnaly found it in one of the lockers in the rear. She flipped through the thick book untill she came to a page marked with a simple diagram of the control console. After a moment she realized that the blinking light was telling her there was a message waiting to be recived. She hit a button and a fuzzy picture of a woman popped up.
"Hi, my names Glico. I Got a little problem here, and need a lift. I got nothing of value, but I'm willing to work. Things sometimes have a tendancy to blow up in space. I can help make sure that's not you."
Ebo sent a message back "Umm...what sort of problem?"
Glinco's face came up again, now looking somewhat more relived "I'm running out of air."
"That can be a problem. Lemme just ask Teela."
"Who?"
"Teela. She's our captain."
"Wait! Look i got less then 5 minutes left. By the time you get back from her with clearence, I'm not gonna have enough air to even get to you."
Ebo thought a moment, "Alright. Go ahead and dock."
Glico said a breif thank you and cut the communication.
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Glico breathed an incredible sigh of relief, and punched the button to sync the two ships orbit's. She watched as Sidere slid into view, coming in from the top left. Habitually, she sized up the ship. Big and sturdy looking, no weapons, but those engines could rotate, giving it a real quick turn. With the right pilot that ship could get away from near anything. The light on the "Sync Orbits" button turned off, and with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt for days she grabed the control sticks, and guided the ship into docking bay one. After the message "AIR CLEAR" she pulled open her fighter's door, then Sidere's door. The rush of air threw her shaggy brown hair back for a second. She walked out and looked for the cockpit, getting lost several times along the way. When she found it, she saw Ebo sitting in the pilots chair all too lazily, reading the manual. Then she noticed the RADAR screen. She flew forward, pushed ebo back away from the console and grabbed the steering wheel. Turned the ship out of the orbital plane for interplanetary transits.
"Obviously you don't know the rules yet, you have gotta stay outta that plane until you're right ready to leave this ugly little rock. Ships with big guns'll get mighty mad with this boat in there way."She smiled. "It's allright though. Just pay a little more attention when you're in a high traffic lane next time."
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Ebo looked up at her, "But we're not in a high traffic..." she trailed off, looking at the high traffic around them, "What the..." Ebo tapped a few keys "Whats wrong with this thing? We were supposed to break orbit 15 minutes ago." More key tapping, "Hell, I'll figure out this bloody auto-pilot later. Its different with every model I swear." She tossed the manual on the floor and took the controls and began flying manually. "Thanks for saving the day there. I was trying to figure out how to set the clock. I'm tired of that stupid 12 blinking at me."
Glico shrugged, "No problem."
Teela trudged through the door, "Hey Ebo, We're hungry, any idea how to -Gaa! Holy God where'd you come from?"
"Me?" Ebo asked, "I'm the pilot, you hired me."
"Not you! Her!" Teela gestured at Glico.
"Oh," Ebo scratched her head, "Something about running out of air and...um...maybe I'll let her explain."
"She summed it up pretty good. Somethings wrong with the life support on my fighter and I was low on fuel. Ebo let me dock. I was hoping i could pay my way by offering my services as a mercenary."
As Teela and Glico worked out a deal, Ebo noticed a light blinking on the radar and locked on to their trajectory. 'Somebody else goin to Ballard I guess,' she thought and beyond that didn't think about it anymore.
"Can you cook?" Teela was asking.
"Little bit," Glico nodded.
"Good, eveybody else on this ship seems fairly incopetent in that area. Soul just started a small fire, actually. And Manti isn't willing to try-"
"-Me neither," Ebo cut in, "I refuse to cook."
"Right," Teela contunuted, "So if you can handle that I'm willing to give you a job here."
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"Right, food! On my way." Cooking was one of the things she liked that didn't involve blowing people up. She jogged happily off to the kitchen. When she looked through the cupboards she found protein in all colors of the rainbow. She sighed, then muttered "Maybe I could get some hydroponics going on this boat." She pulled out a few things and started to make soup. While the water & protein began to boil, she explored the kitchen. Found some flour, some yeast and a bread pan. Atleast one thing would be real for this meal. She Eyeballed the correct proportions and started to knead out the bread dough.
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"Do I smell food?" Ebo said, hoping down the steps into the dining room, "Like, real, actual food food?" She spied Glico pulling bread out of the oven.
"Bread!" Ebo practicly shrieked, "Actual fresh bread!"
"Did you get the auto-pilot figured out?"
"Hopefully, at least theres nothing to run into out here in the black. And I'm sure theres some sort of proximity alert if something gets to close. I'm not overly concerned. Besides, if we die, I'll die eating, and that doesn't sound so bad."
"Whats this about dying?" Manti said, stepping into the kitchen. "Hey I smell - whoa. I didn't know there was anybody else on the ship."
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Soul came striding back into the kitchen wearing a new shirt, since he had only moments before burnt a hole in the one he was wearing. He had told Teela that he didn't know how to cook, but did she listen? No. And look what had happened.
He strode over to the stove, about to finish cleaning up his mess when he realized that someone had already beat him to it. Someone he hadn't met before.
How many people were on this gorram boat?
"Hi," he said, eying the new person warily. Then he noticed that she was cooking, and apparently with some skill, so he relaxed. Ebo and Manti were there as well, Manti looking as mystified as Soul as to who the new person was.
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Glico smiled at Ebo and started to sing "We are the champions". She put the bread into the bread pan, and placed that in the oven. Then stirred the soup, and began to dance around the kitchen. She saw Ebo's wry smile, and Mantis confused look and laughed.
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Introductios were made and soon everyone was aware of who Glico was, and what she was doing on the ship.
Teela wandered in from wherever and they all sat down for a meal. Ebo was just taking her first bite of bread when an alarm when off.
"Crap," she mumbled and stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth.
"What is it?" Teela asked.
"Sounds like a proximity alert. Must be commin up on something.," Ebo mumbled through all the food in her mouth. She pushed back from the table and stomped uo to the bridge.
"Or somethings commin up on us," Manti mumbled before following the otheres to the bridge.
Ebo plopped down in the pilots chair and began cheking the insturments.
"Whats out there?" Teela asked, leaning over the control pannel.
"Dunno yet. There was something following us a while back but it looks to be gone yet."
"Where'd it go?" Ebo checked the radar and shrugged, "Away," she said tentitivly.
"Thats impossible," Glico said, "It couldn't have gone fast enough to get out of the radar screen in time."
"I know."
"Some of the newer short range fighters might've been able too," Manti pointed out.
"But the alerts still goin off," Soul said, "Steath technology?"
Ebo shrugged, "It doesn't make sense. If its stealth the proximity alert shouldn't have picked it up either. Hell, its probably just a glitch somewhere. Just the ship worken all the bugs out of itself."
Suddenly the ship jumped upward.
"Woah!" Ebo shouted, grabbing the controls, "I didn't do that."
The ship jumped again.
Glico looked around, "Its not a glitch. The reason the other ship isn't showing up on radar is because its underneath us."
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"Wish me luck, and get ready for full burn the moment I'm back with ya"
Glico ran down to her fighter, strapped in, and hit the switch that made everything go. As soon as Sidere let her go she was off, making a half orbit of Sidere. Sidere was down, black was up. God it felt good to be flying again. With some food in her, and air. Sweet sweet air. She came around the bottom of the ship and saw...
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Note to everyone for clarification:
The atmo in my ship was about to run out because I was almost out of fuel. Everythings fine except for the fuel levels, which I took the liberty of topping off out of Sidere.
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Back on the bridge, Ebo was typing furiously away at the auto-pilot, trying to get it to revoke control of the ship to her so that they could get away from whatever it was banging around below.
Manti was shaking his head, "It just doesn't make any sense. How come the sensors didn't tell you where the other ship was."
Suddenly an alert flashed up on the screen by Ebo's left hand. 'Collision Warning! Pull up at once!'
Ebo shrugged, "Sometimes things just need to wiggle into place. Goddamn! If this bloody auto-pilot doesn't give me control again so help me I'll..."
"This ship is a death trap," Soul mumbled.
"Hey!" Teela said "Its my death trap and you'll not offend it else you'll be taken a short walk outside."
"No thanks," Soul mumbled, "Its cold out there."
"Guys, I think we have larger issues at hand here," Glico's face appeared on the monotor.
"Whats down there?" Teela asked.
"Fighter, it looks Aliance, but with all the markings sratched off."
"Aliance?" Manti wondered, "What are they doing way out here? Were at least seven sectors away from anything under Aliance rule."
"Nine," Ebo offered, "We're nine sectors away."
"I hear that the Aliance is trying to expand, and get every planet in this system under its rule," Soul said.
"They've been saying that for years but its not happened yet, and i don't see it happening at all. The Alliance just isn't powerful enough to get it done," Teela interjected.
"Not yet anyway," Manti mumbled darkly.
"Hey, lets not get ahead of ourselves," Glico jumped in, "Lets worry about this first, and politics later. Wan't me to blow em up?" she asked eagerly.
"Not yet. Lets talk like civilized folk for a bit. Then you can blow em up," Teela said, "Ebo, gimme radio contact."
"Aye Aye," she fliped the switch, "This is Firefly class Sidere to whoevers messing up our paint job..."
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The radio spluttered into life. "Sidere, this is the Hydra-class SR* fighter Talon. I'm in a spot of difficulty here. Could you guide me back down to the planet? Over."
Mantichorus' head shot up. "Hell. I know that voice." He muttered under his breath. However, Teela was able to hear him.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"Lieutenant Richard Wilkins. One of the Alliance's up-and-coming young hopeful's. God alone knows what the gosa he's doin' out at a backwater rock like this..."
Ebo frowned. "So... whatta we do?" Mantichorus glanced questionly at Teela.
Teela sighed. "Great. Thanks for the advice, Manti." She said with more than a hint of sarcasm.
"If you want my two cents..." Soul said levelly "...I'd help him out. We don't want the Alliance taking a disliking to us."
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(*SR=Short Range.)
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"I got no love for allaince, or this man in particular, but shooting this man down'd be very bad for us. At least, those of us that like breathing. I don't trust him one bit though, so if we're going anywhere with him we better get that radar fixed." said Glico over the comm to Sidere & friends.
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Question: Is this set before or after the battle at Serenity Valley?
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In answer to Glico's question, this is all set LONG before the battle of Serenity, like, a whole generation before the battle of Serenity. This is why we keep referencing people from the show, but little (Seven year old Badger, and little baby Wash for example). I'm my eyes, the Aliance would be some fledgling little 'country' just beging to expand and invade other planets, or possible just beging to terraform some.
Make sense?
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"Uhh, would like to point out that the planet we came from is waay behind us now. If he needs a ride, he's goin to Ballard," Ebo said, "Although this ship is getting a mite full."
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Glico opened a comm with Sidere and started barking orders
"Anyone who can handle a gun, and/or knows how to look scary, Down to shuttle bay 2. I'll see you there" she gazed at their somewhat dumb faces and glared. Once they had moved she said
"Open shuttle bay two, I'll guide him in".
She waited about a minute before talking to Little Richy, to heighten the tension and allow everyone to get in place. Then she opened a data only channel and transferred the approach vectors for Sidere's docking bay two to Richy's nav computer.
She watched him all the way in, with sights trained, then sped into her own bay.
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"Know how to handle one of these?" Soul asked Mantichorus, holding an old-fashioned revolver out.
"Well enough." Mantichorus replied, taking the gun. After a split second pause, he asked; "Where have I seen your face before?"
"Beats me." Soul shrugged, but the frown on his face showed that the other man had been wondering the same thing himself.
"Uh, guys...? Ranking Alliance guy, remember him?" Teela asked, somewhat jumpy. "Move, move, move." And to ram home the point, she pushed them both towards Shuttle Bay Two.
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"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." -Elie Wiesel, quoted in US News World Report.
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Soul walked across the catwalk, Manti beside him and Teela behind the two of them, pushing them both towards the door for shuttle bay 2. He turned and looked over at Manti, still trying to place his face and now wondering exactly how involved he was with the Alliance, since he had so quickly placed the voice of one Lieutenant Richard Wilkins.
Come to think of it, the name sounded familiar to him too. But why?
Sidere rocked slightly as the ship outside docked with the Firefly. There was a moment of pause as the pressure equalized and then the doors slowly slid open. Soul held his rifle, aiming it towards the opening, waiting for Richard Wilkins to step out.
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Mantichorus slowly levelled the gun at knee height. Absently, he wondered if Wilkins would recognise him. After five years, he hoped not. Stealing an Alliance officer's encyclopaedia wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done, but...
That was a lifetime ago, now. Subconsciously, Mantichorus shifted his weight. Good. The pouch was still there.
He glanced at Soul. The other man held his rifle at approximate shoulder height. The sound of someone stepping out onto the gantry regained Mantichorus' attention.
And there stood Lieutenant Richard Wilkins. He calmly stared at Mantichorus and Soul, not even registering Teela glaring over their shoulders.
"Who's the Captain here?" He asked with an air of authority.
'Good. He hasn't recognised me.' Mantichorus inwardly sighed with relief.
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"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." -Elie Wiesel, quoted in US News World Report.
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Holy God!
As Richard Wilkins stepped into view, Soul saw the man's face and was instantly swept back to a point in time nearly six years earlier, right after little Hoban was born, right at the end of his brief but memorable stint with a branch of the Alliance that "never existed", at least, not as far as the Higher Ups would ever admit.
The Expendables, as they were called. Asassins, mercenaries, hunters; they all shared the same name. Soul had been one of them.
So had Richard Wilkins. Except back then, he hadn't been known by that name. Back then he was only known by a number: 666. His nickname: Lucifer. He brought death, and he had been good at it.
Soul kept his face as emotionless as he could but his gun never wavered from it's aim.
Wilkins cleared his throat, focusing on Soul and Manti. "Who's the Captain here?" he asked.
Soul glanced at Manti, who motioned over his shoulder at Teela. Wilkins' gaze shifted, apparently noticing the Captain for the first time.
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An interesting note: 'Lucifer' means 'light-bringer'. In the pilot, Kaylee says the Alliance is "Shining the light of civilization."
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"You're... the captain?" Wilkins asked unsurely.
"Yeah. ...Got a problem with a girl being the captain of a ship?" Teela answered, her voice slightly annoyed.
"Of course not." Wilkins sighed, with the air of one who hasn't the energy to argue. "Can you take me back to Ixion?"
"We're on our way to Ballard. Sorry, no stops." Teela replied firmly.
Wilkins growled deeply at the back of his throat in anger. "Fine. Get me some quarters." He ordered.
"Follow me." Teela smiled patronisingly at the Lieutenant. As the two of them left the bay, Mantichorus and Soul's shoulders sagged in unison.
"...I hope that's a new instead of an experimental fighter." Mantichorus muttered.
Soul nodded in agreement. "The last thing we want is for any experimental weapons or drive systems to blow." There was a pause. "How do you know about Wilkins?"
Mantichorus pulled a standard issue Alliance military encyclopaedia out of a pouch on his belt, the lights glintting off of something else as well. He then waved the encyclopaedia in Wilkins' general direction. "Was his, until someone lifted it at Rhea."
Soul stared at him disbelievingly. "You stole it from him?" He hissed.
Mantichorus nodded, then sighed. "Now... Where the hell have I seen your face before?"
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Note to Manti: I guess one of us is going to have to come up with this, so...
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Soul racked his brain, pushing aside all the useless tidbits of information he had gathered over the years, searching for Manti's face. He had seen him somewhere before, but he felt like he had been more of a friend than a foe-
His eyes widened as the revalation hit him. "That was you on Rhea," Soul said, finally matching the face. "When I was pulled back into the Expendables for one last job. After they threatened my family." He paused, not quite sure he wanted to continue. "They wanted me to kill...you."
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Response to Soul: Yeah, I know. I was just hopin' you'd come up with a better story than I would. Which you did. Kudos.
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"...What? Why would they..." Mantichorus trailed off. "Oh, hell. It was that job I did on Cybele, wasn't it? When me and a couple of others tried to 'kidnap' the Prefect's daughter..." He said kidnap, but in fact it was the Prefect's daughter who'd hired them. "...Why didn't you go through with it?"
"How do you mean?" Soul asked uncomfortably.
"Why didn't you kill me? Hell, they didn't harm your family as you didn't do it, did they?" Mantichorus repeated quietly, to make sure Wilkins didn't hear. Some of the things that had happened in the last year or so had messed his memory up something chronic, and he didn't have a clue what had actually happened on Rhea, short of his 'acquisition' of the encyclopaedia.
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A/N: What happened to Mantichorus during the last year is my secret. ~_^ Also, both Rhea and Cybele are 'Earth' goddesses. From the Greek myths, I think.
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Soul sighed. He had hoped that he would never have to relive that night again. "I had you in my sights, but you saw me, right before I pulled the trigger. I just couldn't do it." He shook his head. "I have killed so many people that if I put a knotch on this gun" - he held up the rifle - "for every person I've killed, I would be holding an handful of toothpicks and lead. Some of them deserved it..." he paused, guilt racking his mind as it had for years, "some didn't."
Manti looked at him. "And me?" he asked. "Why didn't you pull the trigger?"
Soul lifted his head and stared at the curved celing. "My son was born two weeks earlier. For the first time in my life, I helped bring someone into this world, instead of helping to send them into the next." He lowered his head, staring at Manti. "I read your profile, studied everything the Alliance knew about you. You didn't desereve to die."
Manti seemed to consider that. "Then why didn't someone else come later to finish the job?"
Then Soul smiled. "As far as the Alliance knows, I killed you that night." He grinned wider. "As far as the Alliance knows, you don't even exist anymore."
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Glico stepped out of her fighter, quiet as night. She listened for a second then, hearing footsteps down below she walked carefully to the the crew's quarters, and fell into step behind the party escourting little Richy to a bunk. The element of surpise is sometimes the deciding factor between life and death.
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Mantichorus lay down on his bunk, pondering on what Soul had told him.
With a sigh, he pulled out the encyclopaedia. Wilkins had said 'back to Ixion', but they had taken off of Dyton colony.
"Information on Ixion- visual only." He murmured at the encyclopaedia. He'd learnt through bitter experience that the encyclopaedia's audio stream could alert half a pub to your presence. God only knew how well it would carry on a firefly. Let's see...
The jist of the information was that Ixion was the last port of call for ships before they went into mass production.
Mantichorus pulled himself off his bed, and went towards the bridge.
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Ebo frowned at the manual. How the hell was she supposed to set this clock?
"Ebo?"
"Wah!" Ebo threw the manual in the air in surprise. It landed on Mantichorus' head. "How'd you do that?!" Ebo asked. "I didn't hear you come in."
Mantichorus removed the manual from his head. "Practice." He paused. "How long until we reach Ballard?"
"Ballard? Oh, yes, Ballard! Right!" Ebo replied. "...A while. Why?"
"The sooner we get Wilkins off the ship the better, in my opinion." Mantichorus sighed wearily. "I'm gettin' a bad feelin'..."
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OOC:
Where's everyone? Whose responsibility is it to say, that we've arrived? Maybe I'm just being impatient, but I haven't seen anyone post for a while.
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OOC: Someone else (Manti?) is gonna have to deal with Soul for a week. I have a honeymoon to go on tonight!! See you all in a week!
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(best kaylee voice) Have good sex!
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OOC: Wow, we all decided to take some time off at once, thats interesting. (I was fasting from the interent, thought i'd get some work done, though, in truth, i just found otherways to procrastinate). Oh, and in answer to your question glico, anyone can say where there whenever we get there. Its a kind of go with the flow thing, ya know?
I would update and pick up the story again, but i'm getting kicked off the computer.
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OOC: Ok, new computer. Got the interent back. Typin away now.
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Ebo jumped up from the chair and trotted down the from the bridge and into the kitchen, finding it empty, everyone else was asleep. She flipped through her various protein choises, brown, brown with wierd green things stuck in it, yellow, and yellow-brown, before settling on light brown with black things stuck in it. She liked to pretend it was choclate (chochlate? God, i have no idea how to spell that.).
On returning to the bridge, protein in hand, she dropped into her seat and radioed ahead to Ballard, port of Begren. "This is Firefly class Sidere, requestiong permission to dock. Over."
After a moment a crackled response came back to her.
"Sidere this is the Begren port authority, whats your ETA?"
"About one hour, fifteen minutes. Give or take."
"Permission to dock at bay 3, dock code EW3KR5."
"Thanks guys," before closing the connection she asked, "Hey, what time is it there?"
"About 17:00 hours."
"Thanks."
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Glico was sitting at the kitchen table, sharpening a prized knife. She set it down, and proceeded to the next weapon, a long 12 gauge rifle. She took it completely apart, but her hands kept going back to the knife. Alliance always crept her out like that. She turned resolutely toward the 12 gauge, and took out all the moving parts. The canister-barrel assemby got dunked in rubbing alcohol, and wire-brushed. She set it to dry, and turned to the next weapon when an alarm sounded.
Glico grabbed all the weapons lying on the table, and slowly, alertly strapped them on. Then, checking every blind corner, ran up to the bridge where Ebo was sitting up, a ship's manual thrown off in a corner. She was looking around, trying to determine the source of the sound. Glico walked up calmly, and pushed a few buttons. A display appeared:
PROXIMITY ALERT, ALLIANCE VESSEL: ROMANUS 20KM AND CLOSING
"They'll be looking for their boy. Try to act real civil" Glico said before turning to the comm.
"Teela, we could use you on the bridge"
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A groggy Teela appeared in the doorway, "Are we there yet?"
"Almost," Ebo said.
"But we ran into aliance," Glico added.
"Again?" Teela sighed and ploped into the co-pilots chair, "What do they want?"
"I dunno," Ebo mumbled, "It doesn't make much sense to me. Did he desert or something? How come the Aliance's henchmen came way out here to get him?"
"Have they hailed us yet?" Teela asked.
"No, not-" Ebo was inturupted mid-sentence by a beeping, "Yes, yes they have. You wanna talk to them or should I?"
"You do it, I'm not awake enough for this yet."
"Roger," she brought the screen up.
"This is Aliance Transport Ship Scapino hailing Firefly class, please respond," a tough looking Alaince thug said.
"Scapino this is Firefly Class Sidere. What can we help you with," Ebo said.
"You are transporting something of ours. We'd like it back."
"What would that be?" after thinking a moment she threw in a "Sir."
"A large crate you obtained at your last stop. Its ours. We want it back."
"A large - oh. That. Uh...lemme just check with the captain, uh, sir."
Ebo put a hand over the camera, and turned to face an angry looking Teela.
"Ebo, what's in that crate," Teela whispered, careful not to let the mic pick up her voice.
Ebo shurgged, "Beats me. Jerry never said what."
Teela sighed, "Best give it back then."
"Have you been paid for it yet?"
"No, it was-" Teela face fell, "Pay on delivery. Shit. We need the money for fuel."
"Is there a problem?" The Aliance thug asked. Ebo took her hand off the camera, "Just haven some trouble finding the crate is all," she smiled.
"Its a big crate, shouldn't be too hard to find."
"And your talking to me is not helping. Now gimme another minute," Ebo covered the camera again.
"What do you wanna do?"
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Glico stared at the scans for a moment, then decided something.
"I could take out their engines and comms. But the alliance would find em someday, and they'd come lookin'." Glico look to the captain "So, want me to blow 'em up?" she grinned.
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Mantichorus pulled himself awake. The engines had stopped...
"Hell." He growled. As he left his quarters, he bumped into Soul. "What's going on?" He asked.
Soul shrugged. "Glico called Teela to the bridge a minute or so ago. Why?"
"The engines have stopped. Something's wrong."
The two men walked to the bridge.
"What's wrong?" Soul asked.
"Alliance Romanus-class transport bearing down on us." Glico responded. "They want the crate."
"Tzao gao. {Crap.} Trust Jerry to be wanting illegal Alliance goods shipped..." Mantichorus hissed under his breath. "Could we divert them by kickin' Wilkins out?"
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Soul shrugged. "I wouldn't mind letting the Lieutenant take a long walk in space, but I don't think that those boys out there would appreciate one of their own being treated like that. I say stall them as long as you can.
He turned to Manti. "Let's you and me find out exactly what's in that crate."
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OOC:
Umm... is teela out of commission?
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"Allright, fine" Glico walked sullenly down the stairs, and when she stood infront of the box, she cut the top off. "Damn alliance interupted me before I got to sharpen this." She peered inside,
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I got nothing. Nothing. I don't want it to be a dead guy or a psycic child.
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OOC:
Quote:
Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
"I wouldn't mind letting the Lieutenant take a long walk in space..."
Actually, I wasn't meaning Wilkins taking a big gulp of zero atmo, but what the hey...
How was your honeymoon?
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IC:
"...Food bars. Well." Glico looked up at the two men.
"...Something of an anti-climax, if you ask me..." Mantichorus muttered.
Soul shook his head. "That amount could keep a border colony goin' for five years or more. Must be worth a small fortune."
"I expected something more from Jerry." Mantichorus said, suddenly forceful. "Check to see if there's anything hidden underneath the food bars."
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A/N: I know... MAJOR anti-climax... All I could think of... If anyone can come up with anything hidden underneath...
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Zoë Warren: "At last, we can retire and give up this life of crime." (after breaking into a practically empty bank safe, from the Serenity trailer.)
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OOC:
Umm... is teela out of commission?
Sorry about that.
I don't know whether to play or not. It seems to have left me behind. Rewrite: I acccidentally got left behind.
Whatever works with you people.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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Meinwhile, back on the bridge...
(OOC: There teela, get us both back into it at once :)
Ebo covered the camera with her hand and turned to Teela, "Don't think we can stall him anymore. I think he's started to get mad."
"Why are we doing this again? Why can't we just give them the crate?"
"We can," Soul said, stepping into the bridge, "We got what we need out of it."
"And that would be what?"
Soul handed a package to Teela and said, "It was at the bottom of the crate, under some protein bars."
Ebo leaned over as Teela opened the package to find...
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A small piece of metal. "What's this for now?" Teela said looking at it.
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Watch me advance the plot none.
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Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
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"It looks to me like an EMP generator." Mantichorus said, entering the doorway.
"Emp?" Teela and Ebo echoed as one.
"Electromagnetic-pulse. E-M-P." Soul explained.
"Oh. Right." Teela responded. "...That's a type of weapon, isn't it?"
"Electricity killer." Mantichorus confirmed, nodding his head. "All the previous portable EMP generators were lethal to organic matter for a one metre - three feet four inches - radius." He then paused. "But I could be wrong." He added, off of the look on Teela and Ebo's faces as they looked at the possible EMP device.
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A/N: If anyone else can think of something else for it to be, go ahead. We could be delivering it to the forerunners of the Independants. But I'm a little uneasy about the thought of delivering military tech, so if anyone else has a better idea...
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Works with me.
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"So, is it better that we give it to them, or that we keep this EMP and just run?" Teela asks.
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Jeez, I need to review or something.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
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"...We could always just give them the crate all sealed up, and hope they don't check for the EMP." Mantichorus shrugged. "But do we know what sort of people we're delivering this to?"
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Soul looked down at the small square of metal.
"I really don't like the thought of what would happen if something like this fell into the wrong hands."
"And we're the right hands?" Ebo asked.
Soul shrugged. "It's Teela's call. After all this is her ship."
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Teel just looked down at the piece of metal. "Well...uh...I think we should run...yeah. I don't think this belongs with the Alliance."
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Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
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"So what do we do about the Alliance officer on this boat?" Soul asked the others. "I mean, if we run, we're not going to get very far with him on board."
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"Forgot about that. I suppose we can't bargan with him?" Teela asked.
Soul shakes his head.
"Well, we can deal with him later. Yeah. Ebo you ready?" Poor Teela was very unsure, and it was extremely obvious.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follows"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of the delete key.
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Soul nodded at Teela's decision. "Don't worry," he said to her. He looked over at Manti, and the other man nodded. "We'll take care of him for now."
"Hit it, Ebo," Teela ordered.
"Whatever you say, boss!" Ebo hit the controls, and the ship lurched, nearly throwing everyone to the deckplate. "Woowee!" Ebo yelled.
Gilico spoke up. "We may need to go for hard burn if we're planning on making this run longer than just a few seconds." She turned and walked out of the Bridge. "Manti!" she shouted behind her, "I hope you know your way around engines!"
Manti grinned at Soul and then made his way down the hallyway behind Gilico.
Well, I guess that just leaves me to take care of Wilkins...
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Mantichorus looked at the engine. "...Half the stuff they've chucked in here isn't actually needed."
Glico looked up. "Does that have anything to do with your current situation?"
Mantichorus grimaced and shrugged. "Only if some part we don't need shorts. Then the whole thing would grind to a halt."
"Wonderful. Well, it better not short." Glico muttered. "And could you try and be more positive?"
Mantichorus sighed. "I could try, but I can't guarantee anything." He started to work on the engine. He figured that the ship's fusion engine, while temperamental, would hold for up to five minutes of hard burn. If they managed to surprise the Alliance transport with the trick, it would put them far enough out of reach.
But the firefly's hard burn maneuver was so infamous, it was prob'ly on the syllabus at the Alliance training academies.
Ugh... Low pitch buzzing in his ears... Damn, why now?
"Do you pray?" He asked Glico.
"Not for a while." She admitted. "Why?"
"You, uh, might wanna start." Mantichorus said shakily. He then collapsed onto the floor. Glico checked his pulse.
"Still alive..." She muttered under her breath. She then glanced at the engine. It looked like it could hold under a hard burn. "Hope you know your stuff, Manti." She sighed. Hang on... was his nose bleeding?
"Hell." Mantichorus groaned, and sat up. He looked at Glico. "We gotta get Wilkins off. Now. He's packin' a laser pistol. If he finds out we're fleein' an Allaince ship with an EMP on board..." He left the rest unsaid. It didn't need to be said.
"How d'you know?" Glico demanded, her voice showing her confusion.
"I'll explain everything once we get out of this." Mantichorus promised, and wiped the blood from his nose.
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A/N: Wow, easily the most I've ever written on this. And yeah, I will explain once the crew of Sidere get out of 'this'.
Oh, two more things:
1. How much cursin' is allowed?
2. Is it just me, or do we need a snappier title?
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Glico flipped open the shipboard comm panel, puched a button and yelled into it
"Hang on to something!" She pulled the lever on the engine, caught her balance and ran forward. Hope the engine holds, this day is getting just a bit too interesting, she thought.
She ran down the stairs, jumped a railing, and landed still running in the middle of the infirmary. She flew down, still further to the passanger's quarters, threw open Wilkin's door, and knocked him out clean. A little too easy.
She carried him to the airlock & flushed him.
"We lose em'?" Rang out through the ship
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Turning the hard burn off...
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Mantichorus grimaced at the engine. OK, it hadn't lasted five minutes. More like three. And it was smelling HOT. As quickly as possible, he turned the hard burn off.
"We lose 'em?" Glico's voice echoed over the intercom.
"Yesss..." Ebo replied hesitantly. "Was that Wilkins I just saw leaving?"
'Should slow 'em down some more...' Mantichorus grinned to himself. Then he frowned. He hit the intercom. "Question: do we still have the fighter he rode in on?"
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Soul walked across the cargo bay towards the airlock as Gilico turned towards him.
"Why in the good gorram did you throw him out?" Soul asked incredulously.
Gilico shrugged. "Would you have rather have had him find out about the E.M.P. device?"
Soul had to agree. "Still, we just gave that Alliance ship even more reason to chase us."
Gilico opened her mouth to respond, but Manti's voice out of the intercom interrupted her.
"Question: do we still have the fighter he rode in on?"
Soul hit the switch in response. "Still sitting there, as far as I can tell. Why?"
"Well, for starters, that Alliance ship just picked up Wilkins."
Soul looked over at Gilico with a curious look that mirrored the one on Gilico's face. "So they're pissed that we killed Richie?"
Manti's voice came back. "Nope. Wilkins is still alive."
Soul's eyes widened. "He's what?"
"He's alive, he's awake, and he's pissed."
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Teela heard this, and a gave small little laugh.
Manti just stared at her. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, I just remember something I read in a philosophy book."
"A philosophy book?" Manti raised an eyebrow, as if she seemed someone would never touch a philosophy book.
"Well, not so much philosophy as...not sure. Anayway, it says that if you were to take a large gulp of air before you were, say, thrown out of an airlock, then you would have about 30 seconds of air, and that the probability of you being picked up by another ship in those 30 seconds would be 2 to the power of 276,709 to one against. Seems Wilkins had some nice luck, and it struck me as funny."
"Uh-huh. This philosophy book wouldn't be called the 'Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy', would it?"
"Actually, no. It was a worst-case scenario handbook of somesorts."
Manti just said "How the heck is that a philosophy book."
"It just is. Anyway..."
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Ebo hit the 'com and said, "Manti, how's the engine holding up?"
"Well, the parts that haven't shaken off yet are doin ok."
"Oh yeah, this is a fine piece of machinery this is."
"Hey!" Teela shouted, "Be nice to her."
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Oh yeah, Ebo is a big help with the story moving. Could I get some Cliff Notes or something?
This was mostly a hey look! I'm not dead yet! post.
And somebody asked about cussing, my answer: Go for it. (America! Fuck yeah!)
And yeah, we need a new title.
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OOC: I got an idea for the new title - Sidere. Yeah, I got originality pourin' outta my ears...
Anyway...
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Mantichorus took a deep breath. Good. The engine had stopped smelling hot. The last thing they needed was a fire eatin' up their oxygen. They wouldn't be able to hard burn for at least a quarter of an hour. He turned to the intercom.
"We won't be able to do another hard burn for 15mins minimum." He paused for this to sink in. "Ebo, do you know any fancy flyin'?"
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A/N: For "fancy flyin'", read "Crazy Ivan".
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Soul and Gilico emerged from the stairs and into the hallway that ran the length of the ship. Gilico turned left and headed for the engine room while Soul went in the direction of the bridge. As he stepped up the short flight of stairs, he was nearly thrown off of his feet as the ship lurched to the side. Ebo was at the controls, with Teela hanging onto the back of her chair for dear life.
Manti's voice came shouting over the intercom. "I said fancy flyin', not crazy flyin'!"
"Hey," Ebo shot back, "I'm kinda tryin' to keep us alive here, so unless you want Wilkins getting his hands on us..." She let the thought hang in the air unfinished.
Soul stepped forward, grabbing onto anything he could find to keep from falling over. "Do what you have to do, Ebo," he said. "Just buy us as much time as you can."
She grinned at him. "Sure thing," she beemed while Teela looked on in horror as Ebo jerked the controls once again.
Soul could hear Wilkins' voice screaming over the comm-link between the Firefly and the Alliance ship, but Soul ignored it, instead grabbing the intercom mike and keying up the engine room.
"Manti, he yelled, "Whatever idea you had involving Wilkins' fighter, if it's going to help us live for longer than five minutes, speak now, or..." He gulped, imagining the iminent firey death that they all faced if the Alliance ship got ahold of them. "...or forever hold your peace."
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"Thank you for bein all ominous and depressing while we're outrunning bad guys," Ebo quiped, "Your an insipration to us all, beacon of light and so on."
"You just drive."
"Soul, hold the com for me, I wanna talk to Manti."
Soul did so, "Your the boss, boss."
"No, I'm the boss," Tella said.
"Manti, before you go save the day in that fighter, tell me something," Ebo said into the com Soul was holding out for her, "We're gonna hit atmo in 2 minutes. Is the engine ok for that?"
"No."
"Oh good."
"We could shut her down," Soul said.
"He's right, that'd cool her off," Manti added, "Just line up your trajectory and coast on in. Buy us somemore hard burn time if we needed it too."
"What are the chances it'll start again?" Ebo asked, "Need the engine turning to land."
"Probably about 50/50." Manti said.
"Do it," Tella ordered, "And Manti, if you have any idea's regarding that fighter I'd get do doin em."
"Alright, I'm shutting her down," Ebo said, reaching up to flip the three switches above her head.
The ship hit atmo and began its wild shaking, and Ebo silently hoped the shaking wouldn't throw them too far off their trajectory.
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And why does everyone presume that I had a plan involving the fighter...? Ah, well.
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'Adrenaline surge, bang on time...' Mantichorus smirked to himself. "Soul, Glico. Do either of you have enough knowledge to overload both the engines and weapons on that fighter?"
There was a pause. "I think I could do it." Soul's voice came cautiously over the intercom. "Why, what's your plan?"
Mantichorus took a deep breath. "Set them to overload, set the fighter adrift, and... boom. We ride the shockwave down. It should also throw the Alliance off."
There was a second pause. "Are you completely INSANE?!" Teela asked increduously.
"I haven't discounted that possibility." Mantichorus admitted.
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Soul made his way through the ship to the Fighter, holding to the walls and railings as Sidere buckled through the atmosphere. He crawled through the hatch and set to work on the controlls. He heard Gilico come through behind him and settle into the other chair.
After a handfull of seconds during which Sidere's shaking got even worse, Gilico clapped her hands at the same moment Soul hit the final button.
"Done!" Gilico exclaimed.
Soul clambored out of his seat. "Then let's get out of here," he said.
The two of them had barely made it back into Sidere when the docking clamps released on the Fighter. Soul and Gilico ran back up the stairs, splitting again with Gilico running to the Engine Room and Soul heading for the bridge.
Teela turned and looked at him. "Are we set?" she asked.
Soul nodded and looked down at the console to his right as he brought up the countdown clock that he and Gilico had set up on the Fighter. "Ten seconds!" he said.
Teela grabbed the intercom mike. "Hang on!" she yelled.
Soul counted down, his arm gripping the copilot's chair. "Five...four...three...two...one...-"
The Fighter exploded, and Sidere was bathed in the light of a thousand suns.
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OOC: Whee! That last line, I was just dying to use that, so...BOOM!
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"Shit!" Ebo cried, and started fliping switches, "We need to start her up again. Got no controls with the engines off. The repercusions from the blast are pushing her tail end the wrong way. We'll be spinning soon."
"Planets commin up a bit fast," Gilco mentioned.
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Ebo barked, "Guys, anything you can do in the engine room would be good. Sooner would be better then later."
Soul and Manti ran out towards the engine room.
They just made it through the kitchen when they were thrown off their feet, landing in a heap on the cealing.
"Gravity forces," Manti said, pulling Soul up, "We're fliped over, and the gravity from the planet is stronger then our artificial gravity. Our situation has not improved."
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"An example of 'out of the frying pan into the fire' I guess." Teela said.
"Yes, Tella, only in your head." Ebo said. "I have everything under control.
"My name is Teela, a, and b, that last comment does not make me feel any better."
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Ooppsey.
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Ooppsey.
We don't like 'ooppsey', Ebo...
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"Will you still be able to work it?" Soul asked. In all truth, Mantichorus had never worked on an engine upside-down before.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like, Ebo?" Mantichorus asked non-chalantly over the intercom.
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Glico reached for a comm, and said
"Don't go lookin' for me, If I get captured, you just keep on flyin and don't look back."
She walked into her fighter, grabbed onto the chair, and pulled herself up (or down depending on your orientation) to it. She strapped herself in, and disconnected her little sleek fighter from the big protective mother called Sidere.
Ballard had been colonized back a long time ago, and some fuels were found on it. It was one of the few to have actual resources, and was heralded as the first industrial colony. After about ten years the citizens of ballard noticed they were no longer able to pick up any interstellar signals. The use of the fuels put off a material which blocked all radio signals. Most of the population left, and even landing on Ballard meant a black mark on your record with the alliance. Now, all that remains there are those who have something to hide.
None of this meant very much to Glico, except that she could hide beneath the atmosphere of the planet, wait for that allaiaince cruiser to go by and hopefully knock out it's engines with a precise blast of laser fire.
She parked orbit right inside the cloud and waited.
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"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"
Ebo heard Manti's voice crackle over the com.
"Hopefully not," Ebo answered, finishing typing out the starting sequence. She hit ingnition, and the engine groaned, did a half rotaion, then shuddered to a halt.
"I'd like that to be fixed. Figure you got about a minute and a half. Hope you're as good as you say you are."
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"When did I say I was good?" Mantichorus asked.
"Not funny!" Ebo snapped back.
"Did you hit all of the switches?"
"Of course I did! Whaddaya take me for, a rookie?!"
"Just checking." Mantichorus sighed. He looked at the engine. "Ah, for cryin'...!" He reached into the engine. "Stupid piece of go-se...!" He muttered. He pulled out a hunk of metal from the engine.
"...What's that?" Soul asked.
"Engine is 5 degrees C above optimum temperature." Mantichorus explained. "This little doo-hickey prevents the engine bein' started 1 degree above the optimum temperature." He whacked the intercom. "Try it now, Ebo!" He shouted. He turned to Soul. "Hold on to your butt."
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A/N: My favourite Jurassic Park quote!
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Ebo hit ignition and the engine burst to life.
"This is gonne be tight," she said, yanking on the controlls. Teela squezed her eyes shut. Sidere fliped ass over teakettle and righted itself.
Teela slowly opened one eye, then the other, "How close to the ground did we come?"
"I dunno, I closed my eyes too."
Back in the engine room, Soul and Manti lay in a heap on the floor.
"Ow."
"Well, that was fun. Lets not ever do it again."
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OOC: That ass over teakettle thing...i swear that's an expression I've heard before...but i'm not sure. If not, then hey! I just invented an expression! Tell your friends, tell your neighbors, make ass over teakettle the new...cool expresion that everybody uses...
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Soul pulled himself up off of the deck plating and grabbed at the intercom mike.
"Did we lose the Alliance ship?" he yelled.
"Ouch! That was my ear!" Ebo cried.
"Sorry."
"That explosion knocked most of our sensors," Ebo said, "but Gilico is out there waiting to make sure that we've lost them for good."
"Gilico?" Manti asked.
Soul shrugged and squeezed the mike button. "Then let's hope that she's as good as she says she is."
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Glico saw the giant allaince cruiser poke through the cloud, and tightened her grip on the controls. A few seconds that seemed like an eternity passed, while she waited and hoped they didn't notice her.
Once they were past her, she zipped around behind them, and lined up a shot.
She pulled the trigger.
BOOM! The entire tail section of the cruiser exploded, and her tiny ship was thrown backwards. As she was being pushed off, she saw two rather large gunships slips off of the much larger cruiser, and turn towards her.
She hadn't thought of that.
Glico turned the tiny fighter downwards, straight towards the planet. The gunships followed. A message appeared on her console:
ANGLE OF ATTACK TOO HIGH -- 90 degrees
TEMPERATURES REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS -- PULL UP NOW
Never mind that. Glico had other things to do. She pushed a button to open a channel to Sidere.
Something shook her ship, and sent her into a spin. She screamed "holy being that lights the sky" in chinese, and looked behind her. Her right engine was ablaze.
"You guys might want to get out of here."
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Ebo's voice came over the comm. "Glico's in trouble, boys. Do either one of you have any suggestions?"
Soul looked over at Manti. "Maybe using Wilkins' fighter as a bomb wasn't the brightest idea."
Manti's eyebrows crunched in concentration. "Why in the good gorram are they going through this much trouble for an EMP device?"
Soul shrugged. Then his eyes lit up. "I think we need to check that crate again. I think that there's more to this mystery that we have yet to uncover." He grabbed the mike. "Teela, tell Glico to hold on as long as she can, but I think I know what we've got on board that can help her and help us!"
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OOC: Oops on the two "I"'s there Glico! And by the way everyone...I've got a plan...!
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"You look like you got a plan." Mantichorus stated, following Soul.
"Yep." Soul replied, smiling confidently.
Mantichorus shook his head. "I wish I had your confidence." He paused. "What do you think is still in the crate?"
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A/N: It's your show, Soul...
Once we get outta this situ, and I reveal my secrets, I'm reckonin' that we should cobble together some bios...
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The two of them marched into the cargo bay and over to where the contents of the crate were strewn about the floor. Soul pulled out a knife, grabbed one of the food bars and sliced it open. A small, hollow cylinder tumbled out and hit the floor with a clang.
"What in the good gorram?" Manti said as he watched the metal cylinder fall.
Soul looked at him. "You got a knife?"
Manti pulled out a wicked looking blade and nodded. "Let's get to cutting."
The two of them sliced open every food bar that had been in the crate. Some of them were empty, but many others had small metal and ceramic parts as well as wrapped computer boards. When they were done, they gathered the parts as the ship rocked around them.
"What do you think it's all for?" Manti asked, but even as he said it, a pattern in the jumble of parts began to become clearer.
Soul smiled at him. "It's the galaxy's newest toy, one that I've heard rumor's about for years."
"An EMP gun," Manti breathed. Then he grinned too. "It's about time something went our way."
Soul kneeled down and began to attempt to assemble the weapon while Manti hit the intercom. "Hey Teela, tell Glico to hold on a few more minutes." He looked back at the pile of parts that was slowly forming into one large gun. "Her savior is on the way."
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"...WhatI don't understand..." Mantichorus said, while he was helping Soul construct the EMP gun. "...Is why they only put one gorram bit of ammo in."
"Perhaps who it's bein' delivered to has more ammo for it." Soul shrugged, concentraiting on constructing the weapon.
Mantichorus glanced at the crate. He frowned. "Tyen shiao-duh..." He looked towards Soul. "I know who this is bein' delivered to."
Soul paused, and returned Mantichorus' look. "Who?"
"It's the group I worked with on Cybele... You remember, the Prefect's daughter?" Soul nodded to show that he understood. "Good group of guys."
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A light on the consoule bagan blinking. "Aww, come on man. Gimme a break here," Ebo mumbled, "Teela we need to sit down before we fall down. We're running out of fuel cells, whatever we just did emptied us out."
So Sidere landed.
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Watch me progress the story none. Whats an EMP again?
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"You ready?" Soul asked Manti as Sidere settled down.
Manti nodded in response. As soon as the two of them felt the shudder of Sidere touching down, Manti hit the controls for the airlock and the two of them raced outside.
Soul raised the long gun that he and Manti had assembled and peered up into the sky, searching for the two fighters that were tailing Glico. Spying them, he raised the gun, took careful aim, and pulled the trigger.
The gun hummed, and then nothing.
Manti came over and looked over the EMP gun. "Given that we've never built, much less even seen one of these before, who's to say that we put it together correctly?"
A moment later his question was answered as one of the two Alliance fighters shuddered in mid-air, and then, as if swatted by an invisible hand, dropped like a rock and exploded in the dirt not 100 yards from where Soul and Manti stood. Manti raised his hands and let out a whoop! "May I?" he asked Soul. Soul held out the gun. "Be my guest."
Manti raised up the gun as the remaning Alliance fighter took another shot at Glico's already damaged fighter. Manti grinned and pulled the trigger.
This time the reaction was almost instantaneous: the Alliance fighter flipped over in the sky and began to fall right...for...Sidere!
"Oops," said Manti.
"Still," Soul replied, staring up at the falling ship with him, "it was a nice shot."
The Alliance fighter fell closer, closer, closer, until-
Glico's fighter ripped through the air above Sidere, firing on the falling ship and throwing off it's trajectory enough that it blew apart as it collided with the ground only a scant 50 yards from where Sidere sat.
Manti looked up as Glico made another flyby. "Now that," he said, "was a good shot."
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Ebo and Teela trotted down from the bridge and out the airlock into the morning sun.
Suddenly there was a large explosion off to their left as the second aliance fighter smashed to the ground. "Gaaa!" Ebo screamed, jumping back and falling on top of Teela.
They scrambled up, "Wow! That was cool!" Ebo shouted.
"Did it hit my ship?" Teela asked.
"Naw," Manti said, "Its all clear."
"Too bad," Ebo said, then quickly jumped away from Teela before she could smack her.
Glico's flighter landed a little ways off and Glico jumped out and jogged over.
"Nice flying," Soul complemented.
"No, that was falling with style," Glico responded, "My fighters in bad shape."
"Sidere is too," Ebo added, "She's gonna need some hard-core fixering."
"Fixering?" Teela asked, "I don't think thats a word."
"Sure it is."
"So what now? Fix the ship or make the trade?" Manti asked.
Teela sighed, "Probably gonna hafta make the trade first to get the cash to fix the ship. How happy is this guy gonna be that we played with his toy?"
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