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Post by River Tam on Mar 27, 2006 18:02:27 GMT -5
Eyes dashed around a bit. She was beyond bored and still quite young-even though she was insane by most people's standards... she still liked to have fun. Right now being alone was not fun... and she well she just wanted to mosey around a bit more.
However, her eyes caught something moving to the right, brows knitted before she could really tell what it was. "Jayne man..." she said solomely before he turned. Eyes widened as she stared down the barrel of his gun. Not what she wanted to see, however, within a second of seeing the gun flash at her, her body moved. Hands grasped his, pulling his hand back and knocking the gun onto the floor, and suddenly she was behind him, holding his hand behind his back in an awkward fashion.
"River stop!" he bellowed before being let go by the girl, his eyes glaring at her. "Now I was going to put it away and not do anything cause your brother asked me not to." He growled some and went back to rummaging through whatever it was he was rummaging through while nursing his wrist. However, River felt bad and bent down and retrieved his gun, handing it to him by two fingers.
As the gun tore away from her hand, she watched him, and sat down. "Jayne, sorry." she whispered before standing once more and bounding out of the room. Her objective was to go to her brothers room again-but where was her brother? He hadn't given her her medication yet... as was painfully obvious to Jayne.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 27, 2006 18:02:58 GMT -5
He kept his attire simple, old habits from life on a farm and a military career. Donning a faded red work shirt, sandy colored dungarees and a pair of suspenders, Mal sat on the edge of his bed pulling on thick socks and heavy duty boots. The shirt’s material was thin, as was most of the clothing he possessed. Unlike the good doctor and his sister River, Mal was a simple man, his only finery being a suit he’d been gifted during a job a few months back for Badger.
Badger, he was the man Mal knew he had to deal with when they landed and that was always an undertaking. Badger considered himself something of a “Sneaky Pete”, but Mal had seen this sort of big fish in a small pond mentality. Badger was just a man of modest leverage. But this time, if Mal had anything to say about it, he wasn’t about to run them under the cart. After fishing out the small diskette of Intel from his jacket, Captain Reynolds tucked it into the breast pocket of his shirt and ascended the ladder toward the kitchen.
He entered the kitchen, seeing the empty chairs. His head swayed from the door leading to the bridge and the other toward the engine room. No sign of life coming down the passages, and he hadn’t passed anyone on his way. Mal glanced up to the clock. Fifteen minutes past schedule. “Zoë!?” he shouted, “Zoë!!” His jaw set as his frame twisted toward the door.
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Zoë Warren
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Take me, sir. Take me hard.
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Post by Zoë Warren on Mar 27, 2006 18:03:49 GMT -5
It didn’t take much coaxing. One kiss turned into a giggling second, and by the third Zoë had near tackled Wash, sharing occupancy in his pilot’s seat awkwardly. “Oh maybe just a moment,” she agreed with a sugared purr. They were like school kids when left alone. A match made in heaven, despite the fact that Zoë didn’t want him as Serenity’s pilot. When she first met Wash she thought he was a bit of a coward, and she didn’t quite get his sense of humor. But they had almost a year and half together on this ship and unlike the battle it was named for Serenity seemed to knit people together.
She leaned further against Wash, arching the seat back a bit. For a moment it felt like they were about to tumble out of the seat and she gasped another laugh of surprise. Rebalancing, Zoë, nuzzled against the towheaded pilot, kissing his neck. “As much trouble as we have on Persephone, I’m looking forward to some time on land. Mmmm fresh fruit… something other than protein concentrate for dinner…” She nipped at his ear playfully, her giggle turning into a gasp at the bellowing voice from below. Their “moment” had gone on a bit longer than she realized.
Pushing up quickly Zoë regained her footing, bumped her backside on the lip of the control panel, and covered her lips as she smiled. Her eyes faded into militant mode as she smoothed out her vest and hair, and then quickly made her way into the kitchen. “Right here sir,” she ducked into the room taking her usual spot at Mal’s right hand side. She recognized that look on the Captain’s face, and internally she steeled herself for the harangue.
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Fox Tucker
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I just served you up a heaping plate of cosmic payback.
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Post by Fox Tucker on Mar 27, 2006 18:07:00 GMT -5
Six hours earlier.
Fox was dressed simply to blend in. To go unnoticed by anyone. Especially those who were about to meet Clay. You see, Fox Tucker, was a man much like Clay Bidwell was. More over he was a Confidence Man, as it were. He learned that way from a teenage boy, and when Clay took him in as almost a son, a possible future replacement, he took it seriously. Blue eyes adjusted to the dimmer light as he settled in the shadows, long straw hued locks were slightly slicked back. From his vantage point he was able to watch what was going on, silently read the lips of those speaking. When the fighting broke Tucker had snuck away, he had to beat the crew of the Serenity to Eavesdown Docks where they would have to refuel.
Present Fox knew the Serenity would be stopping here, and trying to find the most money convenient place. So he paid close attention to the things around him. But he didn’t stop at any of them. No. He went for one in particular that had prices slightly higher than the rest and pushed through the doors. A round man behind a desk turned and looked at him rubbing greasy hands against his coveralls. The he stopped. “You just never learn do ya?” “M-Mister Tucker…Wha-what brings you here?” “Oh I think you know what, Pillsbury Dough Boy, Mr. Bidwell ain’t to pleased.” Fox moved closer to the man who now seemed to be cowering. A hand moved in fist form slamming into the face of the man bringing him to the ground. Fox nodded his head up to flip long hair from his face as he grabbed the owner bringing him to his knees. The once hidden gun was then placed against the mans forehead. “Please…I won’t happen again. I swear to you. Please.” “Shut Up, Chuckles, I don’t wanna hear your sob story. And I know it won’t happen again.”
The sound of a shot being fired echoed through the scrap yard. Discarding of the body he took down any signs of former ownership, prices, to make it look as beat up and low-cost as possible. A dirty jump suit was pulled over his pants, the arms of it tied around his waist. Then he smudged some of his exposed flesh with dirt and grime and paused a moment looking up to the sky. They’d be there soon. Phase one of the plan was set into motion. A cigarette was placed between his lips as he sat on a spare part for a transportation pod, hands running through his near shoulder lengthed hair after lighting the ‘rette.
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Post by H. "Wash" Washburn on Mar 27, 2006 18:07:46 GMT -5
Wash was rather enjoying the moment alone with his wife. They were actually few between. Like this anyway. He wanted to enjoy it, for as long as it lasted. But he was glad none the less that she’d been so easily coaxed. The couple had a great relationship, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Whether anyone wanted to agree, Wash and Zoe were a perfect fit. Even if they had a bumpy start. But all couples do.
“Mmm.” Came his content voice as the pair were situated in his pilot’s seat and bit awkwardly. “Careful of the controls. Wouldn’t want to bump any buttons.” His hand slid up against his wifes rounded backside to the small of her back. As she kissed at his neck. Getting comfy was far to easy. “I love it when you talk food.” Wash grinned kissing Zoe once again until she pulled away and his eyes rolled to the bellowing of their Captain. Eyes followed the form of his wife before pushing himself up.
He smoothed the olive green jumpsuit he wore before pulling on a brightly colored Hawaiian print button down shirt. Then with a reluctant sigh followed the ships’ first Mate to the kitchen where they had their usual de-briefing meetings. “She’s all set. Should be in a position to be able to land shortly. Fill up.” His stomach grumbled. “In more ways than one.” Eyes once more looked towards his wife before a hit of a grin spread and he took a seat at the table.
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Post by Kaylee Frye on Mar 27, 2006 18:08:19 GMT -5
Kaylee listened to Jayne’s mutter through the door, something about getting River. Simon hadn’t followed her, busy cleaning up the mess Mal made she supposed. The perky young mechanic was the first one into the kitchen. Not even Mal was there yet, she figured he must have been cleaning up, for she thought that she had heard the shower going. There were the faintest sounds from the bridge. Zoe and Wash were alone. She almost blushed at the thought of ever having that with someone.
It wasn’t really envy. Nor was it jealousy. She just wanted a love like that. She’d settle for attention. A touch. Even a kiss. Fingertips touched lightly the small wound as she went further into the kitchen. Opening the cupboards. Empty. Empty. Nearly empty. Form crouched as she started looking though what little supplies and protein packets they had left. They were running far too low again. It always seemed as if they were just scraping by. Well they were, running from job to job. Trying to keep a crew happy and ship running. They didn’t take in enough.
Pausing a moment she heard the tromping of boots coming into the room and stop. She could tell by the heavy steps it was Mal and he was frustrated. Perhaps because he didn’t see anyone for the meeting they were supposed to have. Then his voice called out for Zoe and she stood up placing what she found on the counter top. “We’re about out of protine.” Kaylee watched his form flinch. Clearly she’d caught him off guard. Fingers worked trying to fix a little something to eat and she cleared her voice. “Did you know, that if your head is under the sink in the kitchen you can hear things echoing through the pipes. Every once in a while you can hear it from the other pipes as well. How I listen to the ship. But, I didn’t know you could sing, Captain. How come you never told us? Besides the water gurgling it. I won’t tell. I can keep secrets.”
She looked through the opening towards Mal with a smile as the soft look Zoe carried with her down the stairs was replaced with a more serious one. “Jayne went to get River, and Simon was cleaning.” “I’ve finished. I’m going to need another bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Most of it was on the floor. And you sent Jayne to get River?” The dark haired doctor didn’t stay long as he rushed back out to his quarters where he could hear Jayne bark something towards his younger sister River. Soon Jayne and Wash had joined them, and the foot falls of Simon and his sister could be heard coming up.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 27, 2006 18:09:08 GMT -5
An eyebrow shot skyward as he glanced toward the happy couple. “Wash, you’ve got lipstick…” he gestured toward his own face indicating where, “…on your.” His eyes widened a bit. “Does anyone on this boat know how to read a clock?” his tenor was gruff, and he scrubbed his face restraining himself from spouting any further complaints. Zoë wasn’t the problem, hell Wash wasn’t either, but they knew him the longest so unfortunately they got the brunt of his anger.
Malcolm pivoted at Kaylee’s voice walking toward her withan incredulous look on his face as he now felt the fool for thinking that everyone was late for his meeting. “I was not-” Mal paused, his voice speechless “I wasn't singing! Zoë, would you tell this sad deluded girl that I do not sing?” His eyes widened as his tone of voice became less of a bark and more so a plead for her to believe him. As he tried to look casual he managed to knock over a box of prepackaged miso soup, scattering a dozen small silver squares across the counter.
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Post by Kaylee Frye on Mar 27, 2006 18:09:44 GMT -5
Grin became a broader smile as she moved, greeting Wash as well after he entered following his wife. When Mal pointed out lipstick she shifted what she was holding pointing out another few spots on his face. “And, there. Over there…and is that a hickey?” She giggled as the pilot seemed to blush bringing out slight freckles, flipping up the collar of his shirt. Setting down some of the food she’d prepared her eyes glanced over towards Mal, while they waited on the rest of the crew.
Her hand moved touching his shoulder with a shrug before humming a few notes behind his ear. Then she causally breezed off. Mal seemed to shift trying to find his voice, then he snapped back. “Oh don’t get you underoo’s in a bunch. Everyone sings in the shower.” Kaylee tried to set the table until a few little silver packets hit against her boot. Leaning over she picked some of the scattered items up and placed them in the box. Taking the one from his hand, after he tried to catch the falling box without looking like an idiot. “Careful, Sir, this stuff might be all we have for a while. So, what’s the job?”
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 27, 2006 18:10:13 GMT -5
“This,” he flopped an interactive file onto the kitchen table, “is what we’ve been contracted to acquire.” On the thin sheet of electronic paper was a photograph of an intricately designed ring. It rotated back and forth in a repeated loop, displaying each side with precise detail. It was obvious that the maker undertook a good deal of effort in designing its unique makeup. Along the right hand side there was a detailed description of its alloy, descriptivism of the gemstones that were set into the metal and the exact weights for each plate and screw. All of this information was accurate, but unbeknownst to Mal there were certain details omitted from his Intel regarding this ring’s true function.
”Now, normally I’m all for the direct approach on a job like this. We break in, crack the safe, and get the goods. But unfortunately things are not that simple.” A calloused hand ran though his hair, and then over his face as he unconsciously expressed his own reservations on the difficulty. “Well that bitty thing don't seem like much,” Jayne scoffed. “This here finery isn’t in a safe, or a vault, its being worn. And I suspect that the owner might not take to kindly to us walking away with his belongings.” “If all you needed was a negotiations officer to do some negotiatin’ why didn’t you ask?” Jayne interrupted with a devious grin. “Because part of our charge on this gig is that our target is not to be harmed, or knowledged to the fact that he has been robbed. That means undercover, and that means counterfeit.”
Malcolm sat down finally looking each and every one of them over before detailing their assignments. “Zoë, Jayne and & are going to visit with Badger, see what we can do with procuring a reasonable facsimile of this here piece of shiny. Wash I need you and Kaylee to go over what parts Serenity needs. I know it’s a stretch given our limited fundage, but if you happen to trip over a grav-stabilizer during your outing we might want to look into replacing ours. Last night we had another interruption in the field and I’m sure I don’t have to tell any of you how unsettlin’ that is.”
Mal turned to face the rest of the crew. “Doc, you and your sister are to stay on Serenity while we’re parked on this rock… Shepherd Book will be staying behind to make sure we don’t get any unwanted guests. And finally,” The captain sighed a bit, “I want to stress how important it is that things go off without a hitch. We are running on quarter-full fuel cells and if the wind does not blow our way on this job we’re as good as land-locked. All right, everyone know their job? Good. Wash, what is our ETA?”
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Post by River Tam on Mar 27, 2006 18:11:21 GMT -5
Curling on the bed she sighed. Nothing to do, she couldn’t even administer her own medication-she felt like she couldn’t do anything. She felt… well she felt worthless. Cringing at her own thought of herself being worthless she let out another sigh before letting her eyes fall shut. What happened next happened all the time… she couldn’t stop it, not without the medication-and even then it still happened, but it was fuzzy and didn’t hurt as much. Yet it still happened.
Darkness consumed her thoughts for a few moments, and she relaxed, the dark depths of her mind soothing and calming. It rarely was like this… rarely ever like this. Then she felt it, and her eyes opened wide, glancing to her shoulder where the blue didgets gripped her tightly. “No! No… he saved me from you! He took me away from you!” The form just laughed and pulled her down onto the table, forcing her there until the straps were in place.
The laughter didn’t stop, not even when the buzzing began and her hair started to fall to the floor. “No! No… I am safe, I’m not here!” She bellowed before she felt something tear into her skull. “No!! I’m safe!!” Blood began to trickle before she shut her eyes again, closing them tight. “I’m safe… I’m safe…”
“I’m safe… I’m safe…” that’s when she woke with a start to her brother shaking her. “I’m safe…” she whispered again before curling against her elder brother and crying.
“River, you are safe. You’re with me. Everything is fine, you’re not hurt.” Yet River still pulled away and felt the back of her head. Yes the hair was shorter from previous incisions but there were no new ones. A wail escaped her mouth before she curled against Simon once more. “Here River…” he said as he pet her gently while offering a glass of cool water. “Take these, you’ll feel better…”
Dark orbs looked towards her brother before nodding and taking the drink and taking the pills along with it. She felt safe right now, right in his arms. “I’m safe…” she whispered once more before standing as her brother did and walking to the bridge.
They held hands-he wanted her to feel safe, she wanted to feel safe. They walked slowly-he wanted her calm, it was calming her. They walked close-he needed her to know he was there for her, She just wanted to know he was real.
They entered slowly and she looked around. There was Jayne… Zoe… Wash… Book… Kaylee… and Malcom. Everyone was here… “Hey there’s the firecracker.” Everyone looked at Jayne with a surprised look covering their face.
“Excuse me Jayne?” Simon retorted thinking that Jayne meant she was something just waiting to emotionally and mentally explode.
“Dude… your sister took me down today… and disarmed me before I could blink. There has got to be shit you two aren’t telling us.” Jayne stated as he slowly stood and eyed the good doctor from across the room.
Yet, Simon blinked a few times before looking to River with a brow raised. “Is this true River?” She nodded and let her head fall some-as if a child who took a cookie when told not to. “But how?”
River could only shrug and slowly sit where she normally did at docking situations, everyone staring at her. Bringing her feet up to the seat she curled up slightly and rested her chin upon her knees. “I don’t remember… I just know.” Came a faint whisper from the fragile girl.
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Post by H. "Wash" Washburn on Mar 27, 2006 18:12:33 GMT -5
“Oh huh, right.” The backside of his hand moved up rubbing away traces of the lipstick shade his wife wore, as Kaylee popped up and pestered him about other spots Mal either failed to notice or failed to mention. He figured it was the later. A sheepish grin spread over his lips as fingers flipped up the collar of his shirt, shifting his weight when the hints of a blush spread over the pilot.
Moving closer he examined the papers displayed with a low whistle. This was a sensitive job. And his eye brows arched. Where they crazy? Of course he already knew they were, the whole lot of them, but a job like this. All of the sudden Hoban was having his doubts. The crew was fully capable but with them fate always seemed to turn things upside down. “So trying to go undercover? Be all sneaky, sneaky.” He glanced towards Jayne who had piped up about negotiations and he rolled his eyes. River and Simon had joined them finally in the middle of the debriefing and to the point where Mal was ready to hand out the orders. Then his gaze shifted over to his wife who’d be dealing with Badger, then towards the young mechanic and he could tell she was already mentally making a list of everything they needed but couldn’t afford.
Weight shifted once more as the last details were explained and a nod went towards Mal. He knew that from now on things were going to be about the job. He just hoped they’d be able to fill up. Boots moved against the ground as he straightened and looked back towards the bridge. “I’ll go check right now.” The pilot of the Serenity bounded up to check on the control panels shouting back over his shoulder. “We can be ready to enter the atmosphere in five minutes!” Then there was a sound, a sound none of them wanted to hear, but knew what it was. The sound of the grav-stabilizer going to hell in a hand basket. Wash grabbed his seat as the machinery failed, pulling himself to it and down. Strapping in, hands gripped the controls. “Try and hold on back there!”
Serenity jerked as Wash took off the auto-pilot and made a dive for the planet below them. The ship rattled and shook, sounds of the broken stabilizer echoing as flames came up the front exterior panels of the boat. He had to focus, another semi rough landing. The left wing tipped low as the right rolled into the air, dogging a ship that was leaving. Leveling out he tried to find the first dock he could park it. There was a hiss from the ship and the sudden jolt of landing and he relaxed. “I’m a leaf on the wind…” Unbuckling he moved to stand looking down the stair well “We’re here. Everyone ok?”
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Starling Angelli
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Some people think I'm crazy, but what does that mean they are? Sane? Well...Maybe...
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Post by Starling Angelli on Mar 27, 2006 18:15:39 GMT -5
Ok so maybe Eavesdown Docks was a far cry in comperison to Lodinum, but what's a girl to do? Yeah, this was her place. She wouldn't go back to that good for nothing planet of luxury and all the beauty of study in the world for nothing. Once you got rid of Starling Angelli, you never got her great presence back again.
Starling always told herself this. Every morning she woke up to those words, a bright smile to greet the day. So much that when she stepped outside she smiled at all the gloomy faces. Faces who didn't know squat about what she was trying to do. All they understood was she alterned weapons pretty damn good. Found ways to make fuel last pretty damn longer, and could tell you exactly the distance from the moon Whitefall is to the planet Athens, not that anyone ever cared. And oh yeah she made a mean java. Something about her understanding of chemicals helped with her understanding of which organically grown spice can go with which, or self made whatever the case may be.
After being acursed from the large planet she called home, and leaving behind everything she worked on she came here. Landed here in the Eavesdown Docks, and so set up her own little laboratory as they said. The street people nicknamed her the Mad Scientist, to her she wasn't mad at all. Others gave her the sudden nickname of Cook, that was if she ever felt the mood to let them enjoy her sweet and spicey chili. It is delish. But today wasn't the time for cooking. There was something way more serious than that.
Quickly she moved around the populates. Dodging this way and that, a interesting looking coat slung over her form. She held something close together in her arms. Held it as if it was dear life. And she was more nervous looking than a rat caught by a cat. Her eyes flew around every once in a way, especially over her shoulder. She had to make it to her lab before they spotted her. That was for damn sure.
Quickly she scurried in, and quickly enough she placed the vile down into a safe place.No one was getting waht she had, no unless she wanted to share.She had been working on this forever, and just because her so called money loaners were impatient doesn't mean you can rush something as delicate and beautiful as what she was doing. Her place of course was always opened to the public, the funny thing was getting past and in.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Mar 27, 2006 18:16:15 GMT -5
Captain Reynolds nodded to Wash glad that at least someone was on the ball and doing their job when requested. Meanwhile his attentions were distracted to the voice of Jayne, and the complaint about River Tam. “Woah, you just wait one gorram second there Jayne… you mean to tell me that this ninety pound girl just took it upon herself to attack you to today; with absolutely no provocation’ on your part?” Mal’s forehead winked with the question. “That’s what I’m sayin’ you need to get a leash on yer dog Doc else I’m gonna take it upon myself to neuter her.” Jayne threatened, his white teeth flashing as he bore his teeth, his eyes flashing in River’s direction and then back to Simon. “So she took a weapon from you! Does that make her a monster?” Simon’s hand felt out his sister’s shoulder as he symbolically put himself in the place of her protector. The doctor’s eyes narrowed, as he actually stood up for himself and his sister. “You lay a finger on her and I swear to-” “Jayne that is the last time you threaten that girl,” Mal shouted his interruption slapping the big guy’s finger away from its pointed position toward River. It was clear that she was scared as hell, her eyes were as round as saucers and she seemed to shrink in on herself as the screaming intensified. “You start thinking you can call the shots on this boat then you best find yourself a new place to hang your hat.” Mal came eye to eye with Jayne until he made it evidently clear that he was the alpha male of this boat. Until he turned his venom on Simon, “however if there is something you’d like to tell me about that little sister of yours, something you’ve been hiding about her; I’d much appreciate it if you tell me now before she falls off her nut. Then maybe we can rutting well do something about it!”
Mal began to stand up out of his chair when the call from Wash came over the loudspeaker. “Why? Wash! What going on?!” Mal managed to bellow out just before the ship broke atmo and all hell broke loose. Gravity went, contents slid across the table overturning chair and knocking Captain Reynolds from his feet. Sliding across the floor and into the hatch to the hallway, Malcolm grabbed hold of the bottom lip, holding himself in place as he bellowed for the others to grab onto something! The ride was rough, more than Serenity could handle. He knew that after this run she was going to have more than just a few parts here and there. Nothing reeked havoc on a ship than to lose the onboard gravity. It shook bolts, turned things in the engine room about… all in all stressed the Firefly class ship beyond normal wear and tear.
“Oh yeah…” he groaned, “We’re just fine!” Mal shouted post landing. The cynicism on his voice was so thick it was almost tangible enough to cut. As he stood, he looked over the crew. ‘Zoe, go check the cargo bay, make sure that everything there is alright. Jayne, Preacher, you lend her a hand. Kaylee go and see what the engine room is lookin’ like.” Malcolm ignore the Doctor and his sister as he stormed past to go up to the cockpit to talk with Wash. “Oh I am not likin’ how this day is started…” he muttered to himself.
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Post by Kaylee Frye on Mar 27, 2006 18:17:19 GMT -5
Inwardly she sighed, Mal went directly into business, seeming to have ignored the light touches Kaylee sneaked. So she sat silently at the table with her hands clasped together. She watched Wash catch glances here and there of his wife, and her lips pursed slightly before she looked over the items Mal was lying out. There new job. “Wow. What I wouldn’t do, to wear something like that!” The ring was exquisite, lovely. Way too many credits. The young mechanic sighed she’d never have anything as beautiful as that. She could hardly have beautiful clothing. Always grubby and dirty, from working on the ship. She didn’t mind really, she loved the ship and working with her hands. Sometimes she just wished, she would be looked at as more that just a mechanic.
When Simon and River entered she listened to the comments from Jayne and the accusation that Simon and his sister were hiding something from them all. Her eyes looked over towards River. Poor girl had been though a lot and, was probably a good few years younger than she was too. A finger twirled in her hair as she shifted her eyes looked back towards Mal as he interrupted Jayne. Jayne had gone off on River again. And Mal stopped him where he stood, but shot his own acquisitions towards the boats resident doctor.
Her mind thought to everything the ship needed, had they an unlimited supply of credits. Then from that list she picked out what the boat needed the most. Then kept widdeling it down to what they could afford off that list. She placed her hands on the table and stood after Wash made his leave. “Better check on the engine.” Then the boat jerked, Kaylee toppled over backwards and the groaning sound that came from the back quarters of the ship drew her attention. Within moments the onboard gravity was gone. The young mechanic fought her way to the hall as Wash entered the atmosphere with a jerk. Kaylee moved to regain her bearings and they landed quick. “Zhou ma!” Came the quick curse as she saw the mess the stabilizer was in, and solemnly walked back to where everyone else was. She prided her self that she could fix anything, and that anything could be fixed, but that, she hated to say it. “I can’t fix it this time, Captain.”
Wash had come back down the stairs and put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright Kaylee, let’s go see if we can find us a replacement, and some fuel.” “Okay.” If you listened close enough you could hear the disappointment in her voice. But the pair made their way down to the cargo bay. Zoe and Jayne were already working to asses the damage and clean up. As the hatch opened Kaylee lifted her head to take a look at the world out there. It’s been a while since they’d last stopped on this rock. With boot clad feet firmly on terra, she moved forwards, hoping by some miracle they’d be able to find what they needed, But with the price tag a grav-stabilizer had, Wash might be down to ‘borrowing’ fuel from another boat, it would be all they could afford. The first few places didn’t even have them, the other ones were gouged so high, it would take the job they were doing to even pay for it. “Wash what are we going to do? I don’t think were going to find a grav-stabilizer that will fit our budget” “So that why ya looking so blue, Peaches?” Kaylee’s eyes turned away from Wash to the voice that had called out to them from across a scrap yard.
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Fox Tucker
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I just served you up a heaping plate of cosmic payback.
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Post by Fox Tucker on Mar 27, 2006 18:18:16 GMT -5
Fox kept watching the skies, somewhere up there was the Serenity. Smoke wafted from his lips as he exhaled shifting his weight on the pod he sat upon. His mind filled with thoughts and ideas, and the purpose he was here. A voice cut in and his smoky-blue gray eyes looked up to the man now frowning at him. “Well, aren’t you going to help me?” “Nope, don’t reckon I am.” “I want these parts, and I’m gonna take them.” “No, the sure as hell, you ain’t” Fox stood up, the cigarette wagging between his lips as he spoke. His voice was slightly gruff and it held an accent almost recognizable as a Georgian or Tennessean accent from the Earth that once Was. Somewhere down his family they’d lived there, now they were all scattered. He didn’t know any of them anyways so why did it matter. Sandy brows narrowed as his hand wrenched the parts away from the man.
“What the hell kind of business you runnin’ here?” “I’m waitin’ for a special kind of client, now get of my damn yard ‘fore I shot ya in the head.” The man turned to leave cursing at the man ordering him off. Fox’s boot came up and planted on the man’s hind pushing him with a kick forwards. “I said git.” The man turned once more to look at Fox and backed away. His face was deadpanned, serious. Brows narrowed over blue-gray orbs and his hand now held the gun that had already killed once today. Blowing smoke from his lips he turned tucking the gun away into the jumpsuit he’d put on to his waist and tied around. Fingers rubbed against his chin, the dark stubble that had been growing there. The sound of a ship entering the area brought his attentions once more to the skies. And there rolling and dodging was the Serenity.
Lips pulled into a smirk which brought out a deep dimple in his cheeks, looks like the boat was having some problems. Now all he had to do was wait. Moving around the yard he picked up a few items changing their place, while glancing back towards the ship. There was life over there, movement. The hatch had been opened and a pair came out. Checking shops as they went. His was about six or so in. Plenty of time for them to get turned down left and right. When they were getting closer he hefted a large piece of engine into his arms and walked across the scrap, close to the end of the yard where Wash and Kaylee now stood. “Wash what are we going to do? I don’t think were going to find a grav-stabilizer that will fit our budget” “So that why ya looking so blue, Peaches?” There was the sound of metal landing on metal as he sat the piece down rubbing his dirtied hands against the backside of the jumpsuit before pushing the long hair from his eyes and face. He wore a smile that could make a normal woman swoon and he arched his back some looking over the pair. “Don’t know if I got one, but your more than welcome to look darlin’. Hell, I’m ‘bout the down right cheapest place on this rock. And in the slums that’s sayin’ something.”
Brows arched towards Wash, looking back at him. Looking over his outfit Fox picked him out as the pilot. He’d gotten some intel before taking the job, of the crew of Serenity. What they looked like, some of the personalities. “Nice flying there, Freckles.” Tucker moved dropping his forearm down on the fence post in front of the yards entrance, and leaned on it. Extending his other hand out to the yard, after once more running it through his wheat hued locks.
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