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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: sit in the corner, Celeste
I'm a rotten child.
Rotten.
But, that being the case, I miss you guys tons. Recently I've been attempting to get my leathering business up off of the ground, which in turn has eaten up quite a bit of my free time. But there has been a serious hole in my life.
That would be you guys. I miss this Inn terribly. I will catch up on Roc this week, make a posty posty for Tess, and hopefully keep this ball rolling.
*ka-tackuggles!*
Posted on 2013-02-26 at 23:23:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Q&A
Subject: meeergh
My sister is in the hospital. Looks like I'll be spending Turkey day and the days around it out of computer range. Sorry crew. Crossing my fingers for some free time next week.
Posted on 2012-11-20 at 22:54:47.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: bleegh
My sister is in the hospital. Looks like I'll be spending Turkey day and the days around it out of computer range. Sorry crew. Crossing my fingers for some free time next week.
Posted on 2012-11-20 at 22:54:11.
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Topic: Celeste in absentia
Subject: A door shuts and a gateway appears
Hey gang!
Thanks for bearing with me whilst I was in absentia for the last couple of weeks. I still do not have the interwebs available at my place, but the modem -should- be arriving Monday.
Can't tell you how good it feels to be writing again. Thank you all so much for being such amazing people to work with!
Posted on 2012-11-10 at 23:46:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Q&A
Subject: whew!
Finally! Thanks for bearing with me, guys. I hope that post was okay ~ it's my first foray into Star Trek RPGs!
Big bio coming in the direct future, I just wanted to get something posted from our Chief Engineer to get things rolling.
PS ~ Oh illustrious GM, did Patanko actually know about the simulation before hand? It will definitley change her inner monologue one way or another. ^_^
Posted on 2012-11-10 at 23:43:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Cassius Incident
Subject: Patanko ~ Intro, or Lights, Camera, Simulation!
Stardate 2368.07.08
USS Discovery, Deck 8, Commander Patanko’s Quarters – 0321
It was dark in the room, the only light source a display that played a personal letter.
“…you wouldn’t believe it, Rheanie. She just about came out of her skin, breathing hellfire and brimstone. You’ll end up just like your sister she said to me. You would have been so proud of me. I told her something like, ‘Chief Engineer aboard a Galaxy-class starship? A good career and a way to see the universe? Because that’s a bad thing.’ Well, you know Mom. She just went into her usual tirade about you never coming home, and her oldest not giving her any grandchildren. Blah blah blah.
Anyway, I just wanted to send you something to let you know that I’m coming! Starfleet Academy paperwork is going through right now, and I’ll be in within the next month. Just imagine, the oldest and the youngest Patankos exploring the stars. Romantic, isn’t it?” She smiled, and Rhea hit the stop button. Lanna looked so sweet at that moment, an expression that showed a purity of spirit, and she could nearly see her dreams shining through those dark eyes of hers. She nearly mirrored Rhea in looks; deep red hair, mahogany eyes, the biggest difference was the nearly twelve year difference in their age.
“Oh Lanna,” she said shaking her head. It must have been the sixth or seventh time she had viewed the correspondence, but she hadn’t gotten tired of it yet. Rhea had practically raised her littlest sister, in turn it created a special bond between the two girls growing up. She could only imagine how her mother reacted to her sweet baby girl going back behind her back to follow her sister.
Rhea leaned forward in the chair, resting her elbows on the desk and allowing her head to be cradled by her hands. She really should try to get some sleep, but there was something bothering her about the whole situation with Lanna. There was something that her sister wasn’t telling her; it was probably the reason for the message rather than an actual live talk. Lans never could hide anything very well. She…
Artwork, pottery, and her cello case all crashed to the floor as the deck quaked. Rhea was thrown head first into the display, receiving a rather large knock on her forehead. Stars erupted in her field of vision, and she sat for a few moments disoriented, head spinning, still hearing her trinkets rolling all over the floor. She stood up and had one thought only: Engineering.
Her eyes cast about for her uniform before she remembered that there were actually clean ones in her drawers. Rhea took three steps towards it before she was knocked off of her feet again, rolling over a shattered piece of ceramic and receiving a few cuts in the process.
Searching about on the floor, she saw her comm. badge lying amidst some of the shards of pottery. Her mind swam. It had only been a couple of months since she had come aboard the USS Discovery, and she had been doing her damnedest to remember the names of all the crew under her. Who was on shift tonight? Was it MeCall?
To hell with it.
=/\\= Engineering, report! =/\\=
She slid into her pants and began pulling on her jacket as the comm. beeped in response
=/\\=Two direct hits =/\\= came MeCall’s voice
=/\\= Structural integrity fluctuating, we’re rerouting power to compensate. =/\\=
=/\\=I’m in route, =/\\= Rhea replied, throwing her shoes on as she headed out of her quarters,
=/\\=Keep me updated. =/\\=
She ran down the hallway and was nearly to the turbo lift when the deck shook once more, nearly throwing her to the ground. The world spun again, but Patanko managed to keep her feet. The turbolift doors opened with a quiet swish and began rocking towards engineering.
=/\\= Hull breech on decks twenty and twenty four! =/\\= MeCall’s voice rang out in the lift
=/\\=Warp is down! Port impulse engine at ten percent! =/\\=
=/\\=Check the matter antimatter ratio=/\\= Patanko replied, buttoning the last of her jacket up. The lights inside flashed, indicating a ship wide red alert,
=/\\=Reroute all available power to the containment field, the last thing we need is for our bloody core to start fluctuating. =/\\=
The turbo lift doors opened, and Commander Rhea Patanko stepped into engineering. Her hair was disheveled from being knocked to the group numerous times, and her face showed a bruise forming just above her left eyebrow. She strode into the bay, watching the handful of her officers and crew running from terminal to terminal attempting to get power back to the warp core. Chief Petty Officer MeCall flashed her panicky blue eyes in Rhea’s direction.
“Commander!” she exclaimed, “We have no idea what happened! Three hits from an unknown source. Two hull breeches on decks twenty and twenty four, no casualties. Warp drive is down, and antimatter injector coils are unresponsive.”
The lights in engineering brightened and normalized. MeCall looked up slightly confused at the ceiling as Captain Blair’s voice rang out.
=/\ \= Now hear this," he said confidently,
=/\\=This is Captain Blair. Red alert has been cancelled. The preceding events were a drill. You may now return to your scheduled duties. That is all. =/\ \=
“MeCall,” she said, sweeping her dark hair out of her eyes and wincing as her fingers trailed over the rising bruise, “I’d like a full report on this evening’s events by 0700. Bring it by ten forward as soon as you have it done. Lord knows I won’t be getting any sleep after this.”
=/\ \= Blair to Engineering. Commander Pantanko, please give my regards to Lieutenant N'doog. The simulation he created was very good - perhaps a bit too good. I had not expected the situation to become that grim so quickly. Regardless, I very much appreciate his efforts on this. =/\ \=
=/\ \=Aye, Captain, I’m sure he’ll be pleased that his sim had such a profound result. See you in a few hours. =/\ \=
“MeCall,” Rhea said, grabbing ahold of the Acamarian’s shoulder, “Take a deep breath, and for goodness sake get some water. You look like you’ve just crawled out of your skin. We’ll debrief at ten hundred before you get some shut eye.”
She turned in front of the turbo lift to look back at the core. Ensign Dowel stood clutching at a console, clearly out of breath with adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
“Ensign,” she said.
He stood up straighter and attempted to calm his face, “Ma’am?”
She grinned toothily, stepping backwards through the opening “We live to fight another day.”
The lift doors whooshed, and she sighed heavily, “Sickbay.”
Posted on 2012-11-10 at 23:40:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Woo!
Hey crew! Thanks for hanging in there while I got things taken care of!
It's a short post from Tess, since she wasn't doing much but sitting and waiting.
I'd like to do an extended post with the daring escape, but I wanted to wait on Al's goodies before I assumed anything that might be happening. Did you want me to coordinate something differently with you, bossman? Either way, let me know!
Posted on 2012-11-10 at 23:31:49.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tess ~ The breath before the plunge
Rocinante Bridge, 8:30 pm ST
Rocinante shuddered ever so slightly as the flange seal was breeched and they began to take on passengers. Tess sat quietly, monitoring the displays and eyeing the cruise liner warily. Roc was lowly humming as her engines were kept warm. No harm in being prepared.
“Captain Wyatt?”
She clicked on the comm., “He’s a might busy at the mo. This is Tess, go ahead,”
“Have you gotten everyone? We have a build up of power in the secondary system that is becoming worrisome.”
Her head swiveled around to the cargo display camera. It looked like the flow of passengers had stopped, but there seemed to be some commotion with a guy in a sash on the platform.
“Purty near.”
The transmission went silent for the space of a breath, and then ““GET OUT OF THERE NOW! NOW! The power is ....”
Rocinante’s hull protested as a small shockwave hit it, shaking violently at the concussion. Tess threw up her hands to shield her eyes as a bright flash illuminated the bridge. She threw on her goggles, quickly rubbed the bottom of her chair, and checked to see if any of her yi shung dao hai crew had shut the cargo door. An indicator flashed on, signifying that the doors had fully sealed. Tess didn’t wait to see if the cruise liner had fully sealed, she just rolled Roc’s belly away from the flange and jettisoned away from the dock.
Here it comes. Hellfire from above.
She slowed her breathing, and cleared her mind.
Rocinante was the eye.
The Eye in the Storm.
Posted on 2012-11-10 at 23:29:38.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tess ~ We're dockin', yes indeed, we're dockin'
Rocinante Bridge, 8:05 ST
"You're picking now to argue mei-mei?" John asked incredulously. Tess looked crossways over to Wyatt, who was trying to smooth over things with Captain Smith. Her eyebrow cocked before turning back to the console.
“Yup,” she responded, pulling up a few charts on the astrogation library.
"Permission to leave the bridge Sir?"
John left the room, leaving a rather thick air behind him. Tess continued to skim through the library before finally pulling up a picture of a small moon.
“Capt’n,” she said, pulling up more information, “Might’n be wanting to find a place to cozy up before them Feds decide to come in an’ save these rich folk.”
She swiveled her chair around so Wyatt could get a better look at the screen, “Ain’t got no fancy name, seeing as how it’s still in the second stage of terraform. LV-426, atmo, some trees an’ shrubs. Ain’t nothin’ living there yet, but I know there’ll be something to duck our heads under, an’ breathable air. ‘Bout four hours away, but a helluva lot closer than Sihnon, nor anythin’ else.”
Rocinante Bridge, 8:15 ST
The Star of Sihnon listed in the black, the starboard side looked like a party popper that had already been spent. Debris littered the surrounding space, and it was evident why many of the escape pods hadn’t been used. From this distance, they looked like little crushed aluminum can.
Rhythmic pings inundate the comm. system, indicating the escape pods that had launched and maintained power. Tess turned down the volume slightly and slowed the ship down for a docking approach. The damage to the hull of the cruise liner was extensive. Lights flickered in and out as they passed by, and she knew that the ship wouldn’t hold out much longer. The pilot looked back to the captain and shook her head slightly.
Rocinante pitched and rolled gradually as Tess lined her up to dock.
“I’ll keep her engines warm so we can boogy on outta here as soon as our new flock gits aboard,” she said as the flange locked up to Roc’s cargo bay doors, “When ya’ller ready, Capt’n, though we might’n be wantin’ to make it real quick like.”
Posted on 2012-10-25 at 17:53:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oh yeah
Hehe, I figured. 
I can definitely see Tess asking about those crazy notions of flinging himself out of a perfectly air worthy bird again at some point over the last few days. ^_^
Posted on 2012-10-21 at 17:29:50.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Also
I put up the collaboration that Ody and I did about Tess's goggles in the Rocinante backstory thread. ^_^
Posted on 2012-10-21 at 17:22:45.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Back-history
Subject: On Tess ~ So about those goggles...
Collaboration between Odyson and myself, originally posted in the Destiny’s Flight game.
Independence Forces Training Base “Shadow”
“Lieutenant Brown, be seated. You are being reassigned to the supply transfer depot on Ezra.”
The Colonel stood and walked around his desk. Handing Jon two envelops. “These are your promotion, Captain Jon Brown”, indicating the letter sized packed,” These are your orders, you’re to take command of the 37th Recon Group.
You’ve proven yourself in a pinch and the 37th is an interesting group. Don’t let the supply depot throw you, you’ll find it has plenty of toys to help get the job done.” Extending a hand in congratulation Colonel Jackson smiled,” There’s a driver wait’n outside to take you to your ride, they’re breaking atmo in 30 minutes so you better get a wiggle on.”
Jon stood, took the papers and grasped the Colonels hand, “Thank you, sir!” Jon saluted the Colonel, “Dismissed Captain”, the Colonel return to his desk as Jon turned and left the small office.
Jon had been in the service for about a year now and this was his second time back on Shadow. Each time had added to his rank and responsibilities. He had served on several missions of search and destroy. The last was a hit run to an Alliance supply depot, his captain had been killed and he led his group back safely. That must of got him noticed for promotion or they hurt’n for officers.
Jon knew he was being reassigned so his duffle bag was packed and waiting for him outside the Colonels office. Grabbing the bag he headed out the officer hut to find his ride.
A hover bike sat out front of the hut, Jon looked at the small bike and a small coveralled person crouched behind the bike tinkering with engine. Jon looks over the bike and says, “You must be my ride, you think this thing can get me to port before my boat leaves?”
The girl that stood up from behind the bike had dark hair, dark eyes and a dark grease smudged across her cheek. Wiping her hands on shop rug that she stuffed in her back pocket , cocked head, looked Jon in the eye and said, “Well this’ll get there with time to spare but it ain’t your ride Lieutenant, I’m here to pick up a captain and you ain’t got enough bars. You ain’t snarfing this ride and getting my a** in trouble.”
With his bare face hangin out Jon stared at the driver, “But it is my ride, I just got promoted, here look these are the papers.” Jon couldn’t believe it, he hadn’t been a Captain for five minutes and he was already have’n to prove himself. He whipped out the papers and handed them to the drive. “Here, see for yourself, I’m Captain Brown.”
The drive took the papers and checked the name, “Well that fits, I’m supposed pick up a Capt’n Brown. Maybe we better stop you by the PX and let buy your bars afore you gets stopped for impersonating a Capt’n.” The drive swung into the seat and started the hover bike.
“I ain’t got time to waste, I’ll take my chances.” Jon strapped his bag to the bike a hopped on behind drive.
“Hang on tight Capt’n, we’ll just see if you got time.” With that the drive kicked the mini mule and with a roar they shot off down the across the based.
The jerk of bikes unexpectedly fast acceleration caught Jon off guard and threw his arms around the driver to hold on for dear life. As the bike continued to accelerate Jon heard the driver laugh. They weaved in and out through traffic, kicking up dust and scattering crowds.
As they pulled up to PX The driver brought the bike to a quick halt, “I’ve worked a bit on this Iron Horse so there now ya got a couple minutes to get your bars, better hurry though.”
Jon jumped off the bike and steadied himself, “Fine.. uh.. I’ll be right back.” He turn and rushed in to the PX. Getting to office window in the back he presented and asked for a set Captains bars. As he waited his eye was drawn to a display on vintage gear and there was a set goggles, round lens and leather strapping. When the clerk returned he asked,”Them goggles for sale?” The clerk looked around and then said, “Sure you got credits, I’ll put the bars against your till you pay me for the goggles!?” “Ok, how much?” “ Show me what’cha you got.” Jon understood then what was going on. “Oh, sure gotcha.”
With that Jon pulled out a wad of credits and the clerk snatch up a batch, “Grab um and head out… uh Sir.” Picking up his bars Jon turned, grabbed the goggles and stuffed um in his pocket.
Remembering he needed to hurry Jon rushed out and climbed on the bike. As the driver got ready to kick it again Jon pulled out the goggles, “If you’re gonna fly like that again you better wear these,” with that he handed them to the driver. “By the way, what’s your name , I may need it later when they ask me who that speed demon is?”
Taking the goggle the driver slipped them on and secured them over her eyes, ”Speed demon?, well ya got that right cuse the devil made me do it, I’m Tess Zhou, please to make your acquaintance Capt’n Brown. Ok hold tight you got a boat to catch.” With that she hit the accelerator and they were off even faster than before.
Oh sure, Jon had given those goggles to Tess for a laugh, but the devil do take her if they didn’t save her pretty little eyes. Saved her life, far as she's concerned. Not long after Jon gave her those do-dads, Tess was tasked out to take a small unit behind enemy lines on Athens. Independants had ahold of a short range shuttlecraft that Tess and a handy browncoat mechanic by the name of Shims had jerry rigged for quick flight. That shuttle had lost so much weight that they doubted she’d break atmo, but damned if it wasn’t fast planetside.
Wasn’t rightly sure what those men were gonna be doing, but she knew she had to get them in and out quick and quiet. She managed the first bit, but whatever those boys had done caused such a ruckus that she barely got airborne before they started shootin' at her.
Now the Alliance had all sorts of fancy weapons at their disposal, and they started shootin' at that small carrier with anti aircraft missiles and the like. Tess started puttin' that little unit through barrel rolls, pitchbacks, and all sorts of gao gun loop-de-loos to try and keep from gittin’ shot down. Thing was, by trimmin' all that weight off of the shuttle, they was trimmin' off a helluva lot of armor to boot. One of those missiles caught that shuttle upside the window, and plexiglas exploded inside the cockpit. Thing about plexiglass is that it don’t break up into nice chunks like glass does. What it do is shatter into itty bitty pieces that may not plumb kill you, but it does do a tian fuhn di fu number to the human hide when you is cruisin' at near burn speeds.
Whole darn thing would have crashed then, had Tess not been wearing those gorram goggles. She had taken such a humor to ‘em that she started wearing ‘em on missions. Told the others she was just tryin’ to keep the bugs outta her eyes. Well if it ain’t the gorram truth. She made it back to base with those men in tow. Her face was bloodied up plenty. Took the Doc on near five hours to pick all the small pieces out of her skin. Pretty sure there’s still some left somewhere in there. He figures those specs saved her eyes. She figures they were the only thing standin' between livin’, and a fiery explosion resultin' in her and six other men’s death. Hasn’t been a time since where Tess went without wearin' them goggles while she was flyin'.
Posted on 2012-10-21 at 17:16:06.
Edited on 2012-10-21 at 17:21:42 by Celeste
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not fight'n words, I swear!
Sorry about that last! Not trying to stir the pot, just reacting as Tess would and putting a little flavor in there. I can’t see our crew being all rainbows and cupcakes all the time. 
I’d like to do some "in the previous seven days" collaboration between one or more of the crew mates for some character rapport/development of relationships. Any takers? It’ll be posted out of context, but I think it’s important.
Posted on 2012-10-21 at 17:05:37.
Edited on 2012-10-21 at 17:06:17 by Celeste
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tess ~ Steady Calm
Peace in the quiet.
Stillness in the black.
Tess sat with her arms pulled up around her legs, chin resting gently on her knees, staring out into the reaches of space. Her mind was as blank as the scape she watched. They had just passed through the far reaches of Sihnon, and were beginning the longest leg of their journey through the black.
The random search by the Alliance was still troubling Tess. Any encounter with the Alliance always left the pilot uneasy afterwards. She chalked it up to the war; Tess just hadn’t been able to let go. That and anyone who didn’t belong on the ship always made her nervy around the bridge. It took her around an hour of going over the consoles to make sure that nothing had been nudged out of place, or sabotaged.
Wyatt stood behind her, staring out into the deep. Her thoughts strayed to him, wondering what his mind pondered while he gazed at the stars. Tess’s eyes glazed out of focused, letting her mind drift. A screen blinked out in her peripheral; the cortex feed had suddenly cut out. A frown emerged onto her features, she reached out and pressed a few of the power and channel switching buttons. Nothing. The pilot uncoiled herself from the chair and tried a few different tricks to get the feed back.
“Odd,” she murmured. John began to work on it, but nothing came up. She looked back into the black, looking for inspiration as to how to fix their problem, when she saw it. A bright explosion, no more than a dot, was visible from the cockpit.
“Look!” Tess gasped.
The short range wave light began to blink rapidly, and Tess flipped it onto speaker.
"Zzztttzzttztztz.....Mayday! Mayday....Zztztztztz. This is the Star of Sihnon ... zzttzz ... liner...zzztzttzt ...please help."
Already on the ball, John immediately began to clear up the transmission.
"This is the Star of Sihnon Cruise Liner. We are badly damaged by internal explosion. Starboard escape pods are lost. There are not enough for all passengers. We need help! In the name of Buddha, God and the 'verse please can someone hear me!!!!"
"John," Wyatt ordered as he watched the read. "Get back on the radio and let them know we're inbound. Skin yer eyes fee something fishy though--reavers, pirates, or the like. Cruise liners ain't prone t' go all fiery like that of their own choosin'. See if'n they can't give us an idea as to why they're lightin' up my sky while yer at it.
"Take us in Tess, only not so tight as t' risk the paint bubbling from the heat."
"Evenin'," Wyatt drawled into the shipwide com. "This'll be your captain speakin'. It looks like we might be Gavin' a few guests fer supper t'night, so let's make preparations accordingly."
“Fifteen minutes of hard burn, boss, and we’ll be there,” she replied, snapping her goggles down onto her eyes.
She listened intently to the radio calls as she began the flight sequence for hard burn.
“This is John Ryan of the Firefly transport Rocinante, we have received your mayday call and are inbound. Over.”
"Thank the lords above, This is Captain Edward Smith of the Five Star Cruise Line, are you close by? We have sustain serious damage and the starboard has suffered a casade intergrity failure. Can you take on survivors as the explosions has wrecked so many escape pods that we no longer have enough for all the passengers?"
Tess reached over to the shipcom to engineering, “Prepare for hard burn.”
“We will be with you in 20 minutes Captain.” John was saying. “How many casualties do you have and where do you advise docking?” There was hesitation over the radio; it was almost imperceptible if one hadn’t been familiar with dealing with combat transmissions for years.
"At least 40 so far, internal coms are patchy and there’s lots of panic. Our upper stern docking station has a flange seal, we’re routing passengers there now.”
John sharply said to Tess, “Upper stern hatch, hard burn,” before getting back on the radio to Captain Smith, “What’s your situation? Were you attacked and do you have a damage report?”
Tess looked over at John after his comment to her, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Having just finished the burn start up sequence, she casually flipped the switch that sent Rocinante rocketing through the black. Her mouth remained shut during the duration of the transmissions to the Star of Sihnon, taking in the details and watching the cruise liner slowly grow in size.
"Keep order on your ship,” John was saying, “We'll be with you soon and don't want to take on a panicked mob. Tell everyone we have plenty of room for all but will take on casualties first. If there are any family groups left we'll take the children if we can."
He clicked off the radio, and Willow’s voice sounded on the bridge, “Understood, John. As soon as you can, join us in the cargo bay for triage.”
“Mr. Ryan,” Tess said calmly, “Please remember that I was a pilot for a number of years in the war, and as such have developed the ever lovin’ ability to both fly and listen to the radio at the same time. Don’t underestimate my capability to be assess’n the situation, because believe you me di di, I’ve done flown into much worse on less information.”
Her face remained flat as she turned back to the console, “It might’n be a good idea fer you to go join Miss Willow and help her prepare to take on those forty odd casualties. I’m sure that Capt’n Wyatt and I can handle the bridge, and it do sound like she’ll be needin’ all the help we can muster.”
“Speakin’ of, Capt’n, has it occurred to you yet that we’re docking on a explodin’ ship with quite a bit ‘o TNT our ownselves? Not to say we shouldn’t pick up those poor sods, just summit to ponder.”
Posted on 2012-10-21 at 16:45:13.
Edited on 2012-10-21 at 17:01:57 by Celeste
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Recruitment
Subject: !
Character lineage crossovers?!?
o.O
AWESOME!!
Posted on 2012-10-19 at 23:55:53.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: PS
If you're still up for having me, I'd love to come along!
Posted on 2012-10-17 at 13:58:35.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: veggie zombies
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...graaaaaaiiiiinnnnnsssss.....
......graaaaaaiiinnnnssss....
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Posted on 2012-10-17 at 13:41:13.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *grins*
I agree with what everyone else has been saying: Don't sweat it. Your posts have been filled with awesomeness.
Posted on 2012-10-09 at 15:10:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: choose another i word!
I've always found it inspiring rather than intimidating. *winks*
Oh! More alliteration?
Impressive
Incredible
Intense
Posted on 2012-10-09 at 13:52:09.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Also
I highly suggest we get as many vital systems wrapped in that EMP tape as we can, along with installing the newtech sensor array and dash. Just in case.
PS: Aryn, nice post! Can't wait to start interacting with Jessy!
Posted on 2012-10-07 at 21:33:13.
Edited on 2012-10-07 at 21:34:04 by Celeste
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tess ~ The long and short (mostly long) of it.
“I don’t your name xiao mei mei but you fly like a beautifully jing Chai shiong-mung duh kwong-run and thank Buddha for that. Welcome aboard as I know the Captain isn’t stupid enough to let you get away.”
Tess grinned at his affectations. It had been a while since she had been called a lunatic, though she took it as a compliment every time it was said.
“Devil made me do it, ghuh,” she replied, “See ya’ll on the ground.”
"I'm guessing Captain-san's hired you both, given we likely owe you our lives, so welcome! I take it you've heard about shares and room and board? He tell you anything else?"
Tess swiveled around and took a rather large intake of breath. She had seen glimpses of this woman around the ship, but hadn’t been this close to her. It was like looking at a beautiful sunshiny day down by a creek, the promise of a secret rendezvous with a lover, and the hint of apple blossoms on the air, all wrapped up in a delicate sari.
A smile spread across her face; it felt good to be so lighthearted after being faced with imminent death. Again.
“Nope. Capt’n’s a rather straight talkin’ man. I figgered worse came to it, I’d just roll a blankie out under Roc’s dash.”
"Of course not!” the woman said, rolling her eyes, “Leaves me the not so glamorous details! Well, there's not much. Room and board means just that - we've got bunks and crew quarters and I'll show you around in a bit. You can take your pick of the available quarters and if you both like the same quarters...we'll discuss,
"I'm Willow Takahara, by the way, ship's medic and, well, negotiator's as good a word as any. Captain-san's got the final word on any job we take, but I do my level best to ensure each trip's profitable, and people just seem to like talking to me, " Willow's nose crinkled, and as she did, Tess’s nearly did too. It was such a sweet reaction to her own words, and it put the pilot’s mind to ease.
"As medic, however, I'll ask that you come see me once you're settled for a full physical and medical history. I keep all such info confidential, and won't comment on any regrettable tattoos or such, but I do need to know what I'm starting from in the event of an emergency. Board includes medical care, and I'll keep you whole and healthy as best I can. That includes vaccinations for any, ah...shore leave.
Which brings me to my last point before the tour," she continued, her tone sobering," We're a mixed crew, as you've seen, and it's a small ship that flies for long periods of time. We're all grownups, but jealousies and misunderstandings can fester when a good thing goes bad out in the Black....so if you do come aboard, it's as if you're working with siblings and Aunties... don ma?”
“Feh chun,” Tess responded, nodding her head. It was a good policy. Not every ship had it, but in her previous experience, it was just easier that way.
"Excellent! What you do on shore leave is up to you, and again," Willow's dimples played across her face as she relaxed again," I can keep secrets and always have a few ideas I can share for stress relief. Shall we take that tour now? "
“Well, Miss Willow, I might’n be takin’ ya up on that tour a little bit later, seein’ as how I better get this girl landed back at port first. Up for discussin’ some stress relievin’ techniques a little later too?” She smiled and winked.
Rocinante, Common room, The Evening after the auditions
Honey rice puff balls? Trish set down one on a plate in front of the pilot, and she delicately bit into it. A moan of pleasure escaped Tess’s lips, and Ma winked at her. The news played in the background, though the light conversation ebbed to a stop at the words,
“Our final story tonight is a tragic one. “ Tess looked up from her second half finished rice ball and frowned, “Successful farmer and local philanthropist, Yardiff Bey was killed today in a Barbeque accident.”
Everything the little blonde newscaster said after that was rather vague, focusing more on Bey than anything else, which was just fine by her. Relief flowed over her as there was no mention of any suspicious activities that the Roc’s crew may or may not have been involved in.
Asher broke out in hysterical laughter so contagious that Tess began to giggle right along side of him.
Eisley Moss Spaceport, the next day, late afternoon
Tess reclined in the cozy little common room with her chipped little tea pot filled with jasmine, trying to understand John’s finer points of life.
“Now wait just a gorram minute. Ya’ll mean to tell me that you willingly throw yourself outta a perfectly good aircraft,” she gestured around the room with her cup, “for fun?”
A loud series of bangs echoed up through the cargo bay. Tess got up and clicked the camera feed on to see what all the fuss was about. Five men stood in the doorway, and though it was a bit hard to discern over the screen, Tess was pretty sure that the man in front was the sheriff they had seen on the news last night.
“How shi sung chung,” Tess remarked sarcastically. She refilled her cup and sat back down, hoping against hope that the sheriff wasn’t here for the events of the previous day. Yeah right.
As it turned out, he was, but at the same time he wasn’t. It was a job. A mighty fine job, considering the circumstances. Reuniting families that been humped over by some trumped up, jo guei lao chien, whom they had the personal pleasure of ‘taking care of’ scot free and clean, and getting coin out of the whole deal?
Shiny.
Higgin’s Moon, a few days later
Seeing though families reunited would stand out boldly in memories for a while to come. So much hurt in the ‘verse, any moment of hope and righteousness was a rare and beautiful gift.
That, and seeing Ash and Wolf turn a purple-bellied lawyer’s knees to jelly by casually cleaning their expansive arsenal.
Eisley Moss Spaceport, one month later
It was nice having a reliable place to base operations out of. Word had quickly spread about the Roc bringing those families back together, and jobs began steadily trickling into their cargo bays. Steady work meant steady pay, and though it weren’t much, it was enough to keep Rocinante flyin’, food in their bellies, and a little bit of extra cashy moneyies in their pockets.
Tess had taken up playing Mah-jong with Ma, working out a system of knocks for different melds of the game. Most of the time they were quiet while they played, sipping jasmine out of Tess’s little blue patterned set. The pilot liked these times the best; just existing, sharing unspoken moments with Ma, being in the ebb and flow of the universe. Occasionally she did get Trish going with old stories about the ranch, reducing them both to giggles as she spoke of bucking horses, stepping in cow pies, and rolls in the hay.
A notice arrived for Tess about a month after working out of the Eisley port letting her know that a package was waiting for her down at the post office. She wandered into the engine room where John and Wolf were tinkering with Roc’s systems.
“Hey there boys. Fancy coming with a lady to pick up some goodies from town?”
The box was bigger than she expected. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected a box at all, and she flicked open the envelope to see who would be sending her such a prize.
She squeaked in delight, “It’s from Gracie!” Her eyes speed over the message, and she said excitedly, “Better git this back to Roc. Might’n be hidin’ summit good, and I can’t wait to see what!”
They deposited the large box in the bay, and Tess hurriedly pried open the top. It was stuffed with more parts than the letter indicated, Tess was sure for some obscure security reason that Gracie had come up with, and her eyes gleamed.
“Look at all these shinies!” she exclaimed, picking up the EMP tape and rolling it around in her hand before diving further into the box.
The Dew Drop Inn. Beaumonde, Two months later
The Double D. The nickname always reminded Tess of brands, but given the nature of the establishment, also made her internally chuckle at the entendre. She didn’t mind the joint at all; folk’s gotta work, and how girls choose to use their bodies was their business.
Speaking of business, the joint was the perfect place to be conducting a bit of their own. Quiet, not many interruptions, and no unwanted folks could just walk in like they owned the place. Tess went along with Wyatt and Willow down to the Double D, meeting the sheriff and four other men that she had never seen before.
“Sheriff Justice,” she said, shaking his hand after Wyatt and Willow had made their greetings, “Always a pleasure.” She clasped hands with each of the men as they were introduced, keeping her face calm as she grasped the last man’s hand. The small asian man had given her a tingle down the back of her neck, neither good nor bad, but just a feeling. Something had flashed briefly in her mind, some fragment of a memory, but it was quickly whisked away. Tess sat down next to Wyatt, ordered tea rather than booze, and waited quietly for the men before them to start talking.
After a few prolonged seconds of silence, then a bit of back and forth bickering from the farmers, the nature of the job finally came out. The involvement of the orphanage was certainly an interesting twist to the plan, hopefully if anyone got too curious they wouldn’t be that tempted by the Roc helping a group of fuzzy wuzzies.
“We are offering 2,500 credits up front if you do this,” Jake was saying, “and another 5,000 when you land on Deadwood with goods intact.”
Del-Lar added,“Plus we will fuel you before you leave here and after when you on Deadwood.”
Tess blew a low whistle, “Fifteen days out in the black. Think ya got enough protein chips fer that, Capt’n?” Her eyes danced and the corners of her mouth twitched as she looked at him.
Posted on 2012-10-07 at 21:07:04.
Edited on 2012-10-07 at 21:28:40 by Celeste
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: robo algae?
Yeah. My vote is for spare parts.
Posted on 2012-10-07 at 17:59:23.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: New Day!
Sorry Darren! I completely missed the update in the Q&A! Thanks for moving that onto the next morning.
Posted on 2012-10-07 at 17:58:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *cough*
Posted on 2012-10-03 at 14:19:01.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: no doubt!
Seriously good posts!
PS: Just so you know, I am soooooo looking forward to quite a bit of interaction with that hot asian chick in the sari now that our mini crisis is over.
Posted on 2012-10-03 at 14:05:20.
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