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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: wait


I have not yet scanned my map. I don't have a scanner at home anymore so I have to remember to bring it in to work.

If I didn't make it clear, you are in no danger from the MC. Even if it were to lose total containment, you are shielded with Roc and the Dome.

What is this Kentucky thing?

If the Captain wants to invite the rest of the crew to brekkie he can. Trish will not come though.




Posted on 2007-04-16 at 18:24:32.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 18:25:28 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: containment


For a ship to lose containment, means that the decks would become full of radiation from the fusion drive. That will lead to radiation illness or burnes and death. However this ship is not leaking badly so Rocinante and Lullabelle are in no danger.

Now to fix that, the MC will have to dock, shut down all systems and repair it by literally taking the engine apart and reconstructing the mechanism that holds the fusion engine.

They are venting hydrogen fuel right now but just a little so they have enough time to get to the dock, but they would be crazy to fly off immediately. If Roc was hurt like that you'd keep her in the bay for at least a couple of days.

Reavers often run ships without containment. Their ships have enough radiation to kill a man. Reavers seem to build up a tolerance for it.

One other thing - I forgot to cut and paste a part of the conversation on that last post. It is there now.



Posted on 2007-04-16 at 10:18:35.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 10:19:21 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: getting interesting


When a row and a ruction soon began.
Lullabelle Mine, Main Entrance on Docking Coupler #2, 10:50 am LMT

"…Griffith an' Royale. We were told that the Lullabelle Mine had some ice that needed transport to Regina. Who's throwing lead our way, so that I might address them that be proper…"

"I'll address 'em proper," Dash smirked, still only loud enough for Wyatt's ears to catch, "lobbin' lead in my direction over some ruttin' t'matoes…Chwee ni duh… Sumbitch."

"…After all, it ain't considered polite to keep hollerin' less you know who yer hollerin' at."
Silence reigned on the scene of this standoff for awhile. Wyatt and Sam imagined that those in the homestead were conferring with each other and that was better than shooting at each other.

"I'm Jim Ryan and the man with a fierce love for tomatoes is Sam Hawkes. We be the owners of this claim and we ain't givin' to let it go without a fight. Now we's never heard of you or your other friend out there and we were expecting a different group of company. So I am a mighty heap of sorry if we are a bit ornery, but we've had jumpers before so we'd be cautious folk."

(assuming some reiteration of the fact Grif sent you)

Sam Hawkes yells out, "Why didn' the other captain send a wave or somethin'! How we'd know that you are who you say who you be?"

Dash arched a brow a flicked a glance in Wyatt's direction; "What inna hell d'they want; a gorram pedigree?" The longer he stood in this one spot, the more anxious he got. He knew he should let the Cap handle negotiations but, the way he figured it, there was a Griffin full o' se duhng that was likely itchin' to have words once they'd set their boat to rights and caught up, plus there was money to be made and if it wasn't made right quick, Sam had the feeling that he'd be washing dinner dishes for a long time to pay off that bottle of rum he'd snaked a couple of days earlier... diplomacy be damned. "If we was here ta jump yer claim, puhn yoh, I reckon we'd've shot back! Ain't hard ta figger as yer perched up there in 'hind that winda, an' i don' reckon it'd be none too hard ta put a slug in yer eye from where I'm standin'!

We's jus' here, pickin' up a job fer a friend as got 'is boat humped. We doin' business 'ere ain't we?"

Wyatt momentarily closed his eyes at Dash's rash answer. It was still salvageable though. Most men were tough and a little dirt in a wound wouldn't put them out.

"Ol' Griff was in a bit of a bind. Like my partner here said; his boat got humped pretty bad an' we jus' happened on the same port.

"Look, I can't conjure up why them other folk have put burn to dock at the Lullaby, but I know why we're here an' it sure as hell ain't to jump nothin'. The other ship showed no courtesy comin' in so I can't imagine they're up to anything good. Why don't we meet face to face an' you can see what we're about? I don't fancy the idea of us standin' here in the open when they come through that hatch. What's more is you got wares t' see to, and time is a precious commodity."

Jim couldn’t help himself but laugh. “The man has a point Sam!”

Sam didn’t answer immediately. The flashing light on the console of the cortex terminal had caught this eye. He moved over slowly, eyes still on the doorway and a glance at his tomatoes. He pressed the button.

“You…have…one…wave.” The unreal feminine voice chimed.

“Son of a …” Hawkes typed in his access code and hit enter. It was Bailey and encrypted vocal only as usual. He ran the wave through the speakers.

“Jim, Sam, this be Bailey Sachet. Just got word from the ship that was supposed to be heading your way. He ran into a mess of trouble so he sent another to come get the ice. Name is…. (background noise of paper rustling) Wyatt. Captain Wyatt Sung and … how the heck is that pronounced? Ross in naan tea. R O C I N A N T E. Well, whatever, just give them your best and get them on the way fast like, boys. We got a powerful need for that there ice. Oh … better tell them about the blockade as well. The Consortium is playing it hard so they’ll need to be extra careful.”

“Jim!” Hawkes yells out loud enough for Wyatt and Sam to hear, “They be good. Bailey sent a wave.”

“What? Why am I shooting at people if we got a wave?”

“I didn’t notice! I was eating breakfast and you put your coffee mug down in front of the cortex panel.”

Jim shook his head, “Did Bailey say anything about another ship?”

“No. Only this one.”

“What’s it doing?”

“Nothing. It’s adrift on the black”

Jim shouted through the window. “Well come on up gentlemen. You motives may be pure but I ain’t too sure about that other ship. We can offer you some nice home cooked breakfast and coffee as a way to make amends for our unneighbourly-like stance.”

Jim returned to the main floor but keep the rifle in his hand. ‘Sam! Keep an eye peeled on that monitor. If that ship approaches, I want to know about it.”


The Troubles with Denny

Maria Celestia, Drift in the Black 11:00 am LMT
Denny Fulton tiptoed down the three way corridor junction and leaned in to listen. Sure enough there was still a racket of bouncing and breathing coming from Penny’s bunk so he took his opportunity to head the other way to the cockpit and his eldest brother.

“Lenny! We needs to talk.” Denny said, looking over his shoulder like Ernest would appear in an instance.

Lenny looked up from the console he was re-wiring, “What is it Denny?”

“We got a problem.”

“Tells me somethin’ I don’ts know.”

“No Lenny.” Denny re-emphasized, “We got a real problem.”

“What?”

“We are losing containment.”

“WHAT! WHAT DO..”

Denny covered his brother’s mouth to stop him from yelling, “It is small now, and venting outwards. No need to panic. But we can’ts fix it here. I need to be docked to shut down the whosit and the doohickey and I need gadgets and gizmos I plum don’t have on board. We need to be right neighbourly with those boys on the comet there.”

“Oh! Is that all!” Lenny pushed Denny’s hand away, “Mr. Ludlow ain’t the neighbourly type.”

“Well I can gets us to the mine, but we ain’st going anywhere fast after that. Mr. Ludlow be damned.”

“Damned will be us Denny!” Lenny started to pale frightfully, “I think that Mr. Ludlow plans to take this gentleman he’s seeking by force and I don’t think he’ll care about how many are dead in the process. On top of that, I am powerfully afraid that Kenny and Penny are goin’ to be part of the process.”

“What if we call them?’

“No. Communications are on the fritz. Like we’s being jammed.”

“This is bad, Lenny.”

“It sure is. Well, let’s get ourselves moving then before he starts asking. We play it coy Denny. Watch for an opportunity and hope for the best when the chips start to fall.”

“Lenny?”

“Yeah, Denny?”

“What if we’re the chips?”

Kora and Plates

Lullabelle Mine, Main Entrance on Docking Coupler #2, 11:10 am LMT

Kora moved the plate into position and slowly dropped in into the slot. The armour piece fell right in and she immediately began to seal it. If this was planet side, it would be hard work but the lack of gravity and coldness of space helped her. This was the easy part, after this she’d drag the old plate inside where there was atmo to use the cutter and wielder.

Peaceful as hard work was, Kora started to get that feeling. It was an in the gut type of feeling but she learned to respect it over time. She looked up and around. She could see the Griffin class was approaching. It was coming fast as it would have to to match the comet speed but that wasn’t what concerned her. There was something wrong with the ship. The way it moved, or the way it tilted – there was something off about it. As Kora finished the sealing she continued to watch the ship approach, trying to get a look at what was bothering her about it.

Then it hit her. They are venting. They have a containment breach

OOC: Trish is helping Kora and keeping an eye on her while she is topside. Asher and Willow will be done by 11:20 LMT, giving Asher enough time to get his gear and get outside before the Maria Celestia docks (ETA 11:30). I will await everyone’s action up to that point, but you can post actions up to the MC docking.

Posted on 2007-04-15 at 23:01:57.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 10:10:17 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: This weekend


I had a hectic week and haven't had a chance to send some stuff to Bro and Eol. I wil get on that and hopefully update by Sunday or Monday.

Posted on 2007-04-14 at 10:56:17.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Delay


Due to the downtime of the inn and a hectic week, I won't be posting any actions this weekend. If everyone can get a post in by Wed, I will move forward, but if not then next weekend for sure.

Posted on 2007-04-14 at 10:53:56.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Those out there are hear because they hear their own say there is no here or there.


In the hall way with the greens - give me combat plans

In the room behind the door - what do you plan, what weapon is out, how are you passing they time.

In the secret corridor with the sleepy knight - basic reaction to Sunset and the situation. You'll probably hear the battle before it gets to you.

Vanadia and Eol are two of the faster posters so if they do get theirs up before the others, I will try to keep things flowing. Dohn mah?



Posted on 2007-04-11 at 23:28:06.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Could it be?


I have a post from everyone except my favourite posting tyrant? Wow. Never thought I would see the day.

Posted on 2007-04-11 at 17:58:00.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Finally


“Paugh!” Magma said with a shrug, “I’m not surprised really. I am sure the girls within this establishment don’t want drunken men with sharp weapon bouncing back and forth. So checking the weapons is only a safety precaution.”

Magma looked over the creatures with the offered hand for payment, “That being said, I’d rather shave than give my axes to the likes of these…gentlemen. If you feel safe within then leave your stuff with me. I’ll stay here and guard it for you. If you need me, give a whistle and I’ll be there with your gear in two shakes of a lamb’s arse. You do know how to whistle don’t ya?”

Posted on 2007-04-11 at 02:07:29.
Edited on 2007-04-11 at 02:08:38 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: It's that time again


Dm's Note: Jal elected to cast Invis on both him and Dapple. Jal is burning through mana rapidly.

”Today we will be practicing landing again.”

“Oh lords, not again? Why do we have to practice landing so much? I have tucked and rolled so often I feel like a crescent roll”

“If you can’t land properly you won’t survive. You think a green will walk down a stair into a trap? Never. They leap! They fall! And they land and recover so quickly that the enemy is asleep with a crossbow bolt in them before they can blink!”


Dapple shook the memory away, moving out into the hallway and, despite the invisibility cast by Jal, found the darkest of corners. She knew what was coming. Jal took up a position as well on the other side of the corridor.

“They will have crossbows. Small crossbows.” Dapple whispered, “Don’t get hit or the poison will take you.”

Whatever answer Jal had was lost as he looked in the direction of Dapple’s voice and saw the fading image of an old man in a uniform. It was imperial, but not army – like that of a teacher or a person guard. He looked at Jal with a smile. “She’ll take care of you boy. Enjoy the show.” He said and faded away as quickly as he’d appeared.

In the room, Kilgim and Valentine lifted the unconscious body of Arien and moved it to the hallway. Sunset took up a position on top of the fallen Knight's chest and her body changed to the same metallic colour. Images of a huge fire breathing dragon standing over the knight danced through Kilgim and Valentine’s head, as well as that annoying craving for spicy sausage. Char and Maximus took up guard positions on either side of the door. The time of stealth was ending, but what was coming.

Two greens landed at the bottom of the stairs before the Rogue and Mage. Both landed silently, tucked into balls and rolled to a crouch, drawing out miniature crossbows from spring loaded holsters on either side. They stopped, scanned the hall to see and then both closed their eyes for a moment – listening as well. According to the legend, Greens could hear a heart beat of a man. If such a legend was true, these ones missed that training session, as the continued to move as if alone in the hall.

One of them flipped his hand in the direction of the stairs, then both of them stood up and moved silently down the hallway with crossbows ready. They stopped at the operating room. One of them kicked the door with his foot and dove low while the other covered him high. They moved like cats – it was truly a wonder to see. Satisfied the room was empty, they continued down the hall.

But whatever was coming down the stairs did not move like a cat. Clomping loudly came more soldiers just as the two Greens approached the second doorway, ready to spring in on the waiting Ranger and Gladiator.

OOC: The people in the room have not heard the two Greens outside the door, but they do hear the others coming. Everyone in the party will know about the crossbows and the sleep poison on them – it is legendary.

It is combat time. I need actions from those in the hall and prep from those within.

Posted on 2007-04-11 at 01:37:57.
Edited on 2007-04-11 at 01:39:33 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Mute communication


just so everyone knows, Trish carries an airhorn, similar to one you'd hear at a hockey game. She will blast it in an emergency situation so people will come running.

Not that such a situation is coming .... This is strictly FYI.



Posted on 2007-04-10 at 18:14:45.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Here's how it is


Prospectors tooks a space ship called a Monroe Wagon and clamped it to a comet. The Monroes (Bumblebees) were made for colonists so the ship is made for one way travel, then it converts to a habitat dome with the other parts becoming housing and such. So these enterprising folk have set up home on a comet (Thank god for artifical gravity or this wouldn't work)

The two docking pads are outside the dome, so there is no grav or atmo. While you are walking around, you can see the tail of the comet streaking away out the back. Since you are on the top of the comet, you really can not see the head.

Does that help? I have a map but forgot to bring it in to work to scan.


Posted on 2007-04-10 at 17:52:37.
Edited on 2007-04-10 at 17:53:20 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Repairs


I am going to use the healing method as best I can with the exception that location will be a major factor. In this example, it was a hull wound so I have made it such, but I gave Kora the benefit of having a spare hull plate and the ability to wield the others.

I should look through the "waves in the black" forum to see if anyone has posted about repairing ships.

Posted on 2007-04-10 at 16:09:33.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: I have to ask


What is a Yo-Yo of Fate? That one isn't in my edition.

Posted on 2007-04-10 at 16:04:26.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: details


I need some deatils from some players before i can post. Please check your PM so I can move us forward.

Posted on 2007-04-10 at 01:41:12.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: posted!


As I said in my post, the kitty part can be backposted, as I doubt Sam and Wyatt will stop their actions due to a fuzzy stowaway.

Posted on 2007-04-09 at 17:11:31.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Two guys, armed to the teeth, enter a bar....


Lullabelle Mine, Prospectors Homestead, 10:00 am LMT (lullabelle mine time)

Jim Ryan looked up from his terminal and over at his friend and partner with concern in his eyes. “We got company, Sam.”

“That should be Royale and Captain Griffith. I think that was his name.” Sam Hawkes didn’t look up from his breakfast. “About time too, he was suppose to be here days ago according to Sachet.”

“No. Two ships are coming on us fast and neither or a Dragonfly.”

Shuh muh? (what) Sam stood up and walked over to his friend. “Rung Tse Song Di Ching Dai Wuo Tzo (sweet god take me away) I knew it was too good to last! Claim jumpers! Right when my maters were about to ripen too!”

Jim shook his head, “ You and them Ta Ma Duh (damn) tomatoes. Maybe jumpers. Maybe not. They seem to have a real hurry too and with no love of each other. Maybe Balley Sachet couldn’t get the other ship.”

“Maybe they want our claim too! They probably shanghaied Royale and now are planning to kill us and take what’s ours.”

“Calm yourself Sam, “Jim said unconvincingly, “You’re gonna get me all twitchy. We can’t go shooting everyone who comes to our gates. Killing customers is bad for business.”

“Well, we worked hard for this claim. Official like too! I ain’t rolling over for no Go Neong Yung Duh (son of a bitch)

“Best be cautious then, Sam.” Jim said while walking over to the gun cabinet. He pulled himself out his favourite rifle and attached the scope. Sam followed behind and grabbed his shotgun and pistols.

“I’ll go upstairs and give them a warning. Then we’ll talk all civilized like.” Jim said as he started up the stairs. ‘you watch yourself and don’t go off shooting unless they look bad.”

“Better not mess with my maters” Sam muttered as he loaded shells into the gun.


Lullabelle Mine, Rocinante on Docking Coupler #2, 10:30 am LMT

Trish’s Love and Concern

The cry of Asher sent a shiver down Trish’s spine and it was all se could do not to run to the boy and hold him tight. Asher was the pride and joy of her life now, and she loved him fiercely, like she would her own child. But she held herself back, letting Willow administer to his needs as the good doctor could. She knew that Asher didn’t need mothering right now, and Willow was more than capable of dealing with these injuries. But part of her wished she could say something soothing to the boy.

Trish was glad to hear that Willow wanted Asher to stay behind for better care and treatment. Buddha knows the young man would have gone off with the Captain if he’d been given his way.

Now for the other matter at hand. Trish had seen the streak of dirty cat lightening fly by as they started into the approach. More importantly, she recognized the flashing on the bracelet as an emergency beacon. Many a former friends of Trish during here heydays had these devices. Jewelry with a homing beacon in it that would bring an alliance patrol rushing. Out here in the Black, there was little chance of the signal reaching, but it would be a problem if they got planetside.

But Kitty seems to like the protein paste, She thought to herself, Well then let us see if I can coax you out with some of your favourite din din

Willow and Asher

It vexed Asher to be left behind but he trusted Willow when it came to being fixed up. He watched her pass the dermal mender across his hand and arm with a slow practiced motion. The wound was healing but very slowly. Willow assured him this was normal because of it being a burn. Cuts and bullet holes are easier to mend if there ain’t no vitals hit. Burns however, required a slow patient hand.

The Damage and the Plates

The panel was an easy fix. She mentally thanked the captian for being willing to put the extra armour on the electrical systems of Roc. The damage would have been much greater otherwise. But the hull had taken hits, and the only way to see the damage was to go topside in a suit, since this was a coupling dock. She couldn’t just leave it until later, because if they took more hits leaving, they’d pay for it. Best to get it done now while the time was right than later if they had to leave in a hurry.

The view from underneath the ship was breathtaking, like she was standing alone on a comet, riding it into oblivion. She paused a moment to enjoy the view then went to work. There ice had damaged two of the underside outer hull plates. They were dented, but not cracked – though if cracked then she and the crew would have known. Kora went through her mental checklist of spare parts she had on board. She had one good panel in storage. That could replace the first panel, then the remains of the other two could be welded together patchwork-like to hold them until Regina. This would take some time though, so she hoped that the captain was going to have a smooth operation this time.

She laughed out loud at the idea, and started to get to work.

Enter the Thunderdome

Lullabelle Mine, Main Entrance on Docking Coupler #2, 10:40 am LMT



OOC: Even if someone does tell W & S about the cat, you can backpost that. I highly doubt that they will not head out just because there is a kitty stowaway on board

Wyatt and Sam walk the length of the docking coupler gantry, both of them prepared for a fight. They get to the main hatchway leading into the dome and activate the doors. There is hiss and a groan as the doors lurch out, to reveal a wondrous sight.

Through the doorway is vast blue sky. A bright sun shines down on a farmstead landscape that extends to a hazy distant horizon. There are wisps of clouds overhead and a very pleasant warm breeze brushing against their faces. There is a small grass covered hill crested by a modest two story building. Near the base of the hill is a garden, a real garden with vegetables (Tomatoes, Carrots, Lettuce, Potatoes etc) nearly ready for the picking. At the corner of the building are some small trees and a shrubbery. No one is around to greet you.

A hologram. The dome is a hologram designed to simulate the environment of a better place than this chunk of ice. Prospecting ice must be a more lucrative business than you thought because this getup is expensive.

Across the way, on the other side of the garden, is the other airlock. Since the dome is projecting the holograph, there is no way to tell if the other ship has landed yet or not. But the doors remain closed and the light on the panel that represents a ship in dock remains unlit.

*Blamm …. Twing thuck*

A gunshot rings out and a tuft of dirt is kicked up a good 6 feet in front of you. Either someone is a very bad shot, or that was a deliberate miss to get your attention.

“WHO THE AI YAH TIEN AH ARE YOU?” a voice shouts out from the homestead.

“AND STAY OUT OF MY MATERS!” another voice calls.

Posted on 2007-04-09 at 17:06:23.
Edited on 2007-04-09 at 17:07:32 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Kitty


Is someone going to tell the captain about the Kitty? Or is everyone afraid that Sam or him will shoot it?

Posted on 2007-04-09 at 13:47:20.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Kentucky? What planet is that?


Any of you who have read the rules can help me out here. have I missed something or is the rulebook a little vague on fixing damage caused to a ship? There is a whole section on fixing up people (which is also pretty vague)but I don't see anything in the rules about fixing the damage caused by rockets, meteors or flying ice.

Posted on 2007-04-09 at 11:50:36.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: delay


Due to Easter Sunday being a family get together type of day and the fact that I am off on Monday, I will be delaying posting until then. Unless I hear otherwise, I will assume that Kora will work on fixing ship, Wyatt and Sam will head out to meet and greet, and Willow and Asher will go down to the infirmary to use the dermal mender. After Asher is feeling better, he'll catch up with Wyatt and Sam.

Posted on 2007-04-08 at 17:23:25.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: the Other Lady


Maria Celestia floated in the black, the engine and controls of the vessel off line for the moment. Lenny Fulton, eldest of the Fulton clan, and Captain of the ship rubbed his head to clear the headache while un-strapping himself from the pilot’s chair. Like every member of the family, Lenny had red hair, pale skin and freckles all over his body that seemed to become even redder when he was scared or embarrassed. The spin they had just pulled out of had scared Lenny badly, but more he feared the wrath of their employer at letting that other ship get first dibbs at the comet.

“Y’all okay back there!” he shouted out. The PA system was long broken but even if it wasn’t he’d still shout. “Any of yous hurt?”

Kenny, youngest of his brothers (all of 16 years) came running up at full speed, his long red hair flying out behind him. Kenny always ran, ever since he was a wee one. Went from crawling to running their ma would say, and never stopped.

“I’mokaynowbutIhadtohurlthereforaspellbutonceitwasdoneI…”

“Okay Kenny. Puhn Yoh (buddy),,why are you wearing that getup?”

Kenny looked down at his checked flannel shirt and overalls. He had two handguns strapped on both sides, and another one on his left leg. “Mr.LudlowsaidIcouldgoeswith himtogetthe…”

“Kenny,” Lenny shook his head, “Have some sense boy. You ain’t a Ta Ma Duh (God-Damned) gunfighter. You ain’t killed nothing in your lifetime and yous are right handed. Dohn mah (understand)?”

Kenny looked confused, “So?”

The approach of his other brother stopped Lenny from smacking Kenny on the head. Balding in the top of his head but long around the sides and a full red handlebar moustache, Denny was the second oldest and the engineer. “How’s it look Denny?”

“Denny wiped his handles on his overalls, “Well them there Tian Di Wu Yohn (useless) gizmos are too hot now, and the thingabob needs to be fixed. And the whatsit is dead and I don’t know why”

D’un Yi Shia (wait a second)Denny!” Lenny shouted, “I told you not to give me no technical talk. Dumb it down for me!”

“We be here for a spell, Lenny.”

“Right.” The eldest sighed and pointed at Kenny, “Y’all go got Penny and Mr. Ludlow. No doubt they are in her ruttin’ bunk as usual, the Meh Lien DuhJyah Jee (Shameless hussy)

“butMr.Ludlowisgonnabeallkindsofmadaboutstoppingletalonemegettinghimwhenheand pennyaregoingatit” Kenny whined making a gesture of his hands mashing together to illustrate his point, “Maybewebetter…”

“Why are you all standing are yapping when we should be docking?” the deep voice of Ernest Ludlow came from doorway of the cockpit. He was a big man, biggest that any of the Fultons had seen in their time. A barrel-chested man with wavy brown hair, crooked teeth and a nose that looked like it had been broken more than once (Picture Marv from Sin City with longer hair). “Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee(what the hell is) going on here?”

Behind him, Penny was standing wrapped in a threadbare sheet and unkempt long red hair going in all kinds of directions. ‘Yeah bro! What’s going on here?”

Lenny grimaced, “We were bushwhacked by some varmits. As we flew up, this ship cut us off and then caught us in the wake of that there comet.”

“Another Ship?” Ernest growled.

“Another Ship?’ Penny said.

“Yep, a Firefly came near enough to spit on us.”

‘Did you get its tag?” Ludlow asked, entering the now crowded cabin and looking out the window at the comet.

Yeah Lenny! Did you get its tag?” Penny added.

Lenny glared at his sister, “YEAH! I did. Had some real strange foreign sounding name too. Something like Rotten and Naughty.”

Ludlow gave a guttural laugh, “Sounds like you babe.” He said to Penny, reaching over to pinch her bottom. Penny laughed raunchily.

Kenny piped up, “Wegoingtogoteachthemtheredudesalessonabout…”

“We ains’t going anywhere right now,” Denny raised his hands to get attention, “Not until I get the thingamabob and the blooiethingy fixed.”

“Well then,” Ernest came up real close to Denny, looking down hard upon the smaller man. “You better get to work.”

“Yeah Denny,” Penny translated, “Better get to work!”

“My ears work Penny! Bai Tuo, Uhn Jin Yee Dien (Shut up)! Lords Almighty I don’t need you to repeat everything Mr. Ludlow says.” Denny said, shooting a disgusted look at his sister, while he left the cabin to escape the wrath if Ludlow. “C’mon Kenny. Give me a hand and maybe you won’t be completely useless.”

“I’mnotuselessIamgoingtohelpMr.Ludlowcatchthem…”

“Yeah, yeah, Kenny. You are right handed by the way. If you are right handed you put a leg iron on the right. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

In the cockpit, Ernest Ludlow poked a finger at finger hard into Lenny’s chest, “I want to be on that comet and have our new friend in the hold in two hours. If not, I’m gonna be plum angry; Dohn ma(you got that)?”

Lenny swallowed nervously and rubbed his chest, “Yes Sir, Mr Ludlow. We be there don’t you worry. Denny is a good mechanic and he’ll have us right as rain.”

“Good. Then everything is shiny.” Ernest growled with a menacing smile. He looked over at Penny, “Come on. We ain’t done yet. Bao Bei (sweetheart)” He said grabbing her by the arm and leading her back towards her bunk.

Lenny shook his head, wishing he hadn’t taken the job. The money was good and he wasn’t too worried abut himself as Ludlow needed a pilot, or Denny because this bucket of bolts needed a mechanic. But this gunfighter stuff from Kenny was scaring him, because if lead started to fly, sure as shooting, Kenny wouldn’t be much use to Ernest except as a shield. They could try to take Ludlow down, but Penny was so stuck on him right now that they need a crowbar to stop the ruttin around.

It was a bad situation, and nothing to do about it except wait it out. Lenny turned back to the control panel to try and figure out the extent of the damage.


Posted on 2007-04-08 at 14:41:36.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: i lost a bunch


When I switched computers I lost some emails that had history in them. Hence I had no background for two of the characters. I can add it or you can edit it in.

Yes I will add a sheet for the ship, but I wan't to take a break from all the cutting and pasteing.



Posted on 2007-04-06 at 19:52:52.

Topic: Characters in Rocinante
Subject: Ma


Name: Patricia (Trish) Wilmont
Position: Cook (NPC)

Ag: d8
St: d6
Vi: d8
Al: d10
In: d6
Wi: d10

Assets:
Talented - Cooking (Major)
Talented - Hiding (Major)
Trustworthy Gut (Minor)
Favoured Weapon - Bessy, a Remington pump action shotgun with a pink stock (Minor)

Complications
Mute (Major)
Ugly as Sin (Major)
Memorable (Minor)
Phobia - Mirrors (Minor)

Skills (Note I have allowed Patricia more skill points due to her age):
Artistry d6
Covert d6
*Stealth d10
Guns d6
*Shotgun d8
Pilot d6
*Midsize transport - d8
Performance d6
*Acting d10
*Singing d10*
Craft d6
*Knitting d12+d4
Knowledge d6
*Basic First Aid d8

Dress: A practical dresser, she tends to demin pants and flannel shirts. Her weapon is holstered over her shoulder. On the ship, when there ain't no passengers, she is comfortable as she is, but outside or when there are people about she wears a long cloak with a deep hood.

Go back around 30ish years ago and there wasn't a person on the central planets who hadn't heard of Patricia Wilmont. She was a famous singer, actress and the belle of the media eye. She was on every billboard, vid screen and poster around the core. She had everything - beauty, fame, fortune, glamour and the envy of the world.

But time eventually began to catch up with Patricia. Laughlines became wrinkles, her dark hair showing more and more white. She stopped getting calls for leading roles, but more of the support characters - playing mothers or even Grandmothers of another younger star. Her voice started to fade after years of overuse and over abuse. She tried everything she could, but every hair dyes, and cosmetic treatment didn't do enough or lasted for a few weeks at best.

She met a doctor who claimed to have pioneer a technique that would give her back her youthful appearance. It was expensive but it would give her another ten maybe twenty years of precious youth for the screen. Best of all, she would have her voice back. But the doctor lied.

She woke up to a face horribly scarred. Her left side was partial paralyzed and the skin sagged like loose cloth. She tried to scream but could not - the operation had taken her voice away permanently. She was told it was a minor setback, and that they'd could fix it, but it was only more lies, as the doctor disappeared, leaving Patricia alone and horrifically scarred for life. No other doctor could reverse the damage. Her friends of the past all slowly stopped calling, stopped being there for her- as if it was contagious.

Trish is a bit shy about what happen over the next decade or so. She drifted a lot and took care of some unfinished business - meaning the doctor was dead and gone from this world. She made her way, doing some stuff she ain't proud of, and she laeves it at that.

Wyatt was on the business end of a rifle, cursing his stupidity for wandering away from the ship alone. This varmit had the drop on him good and Wyatt was looking to die fighting. Then, then man with a rifle lost his head - literally. Patricia had shot him with "Bessy", her pink shotgun. Wyatt had the usual reaction to Patricia's face, and she stormed off into the night. But Wyatt chased after her and apologized, speaking honest with her that he had no right to judge her that way. The two of them ended up in a dark corner of a bar, Wyatt talking and Patricia passing papers. The next day, she came abroad the ship, primarily as deck hand. Then they discovered how well she could cook, and she was a welcomed member.

Trish never leaves the ship unless absolutely necessary. She spends her time aboard making meals, taking shifts flying Rocinante and in her free time - knits. All the crew has wool blankets, sweaters and hats from Trish. Even Rocinante has a wool cover for the secondary Power Buffers. She has a sense of danger and has saved the crew with a timely pick up in the past. She is deadly with her shotgun, which she calls Bessy. It has a pink fibreglass stock with gold lettering "Bessy" and there must be a story behind it - only she ain't telling.

Posted on 2007-04-06 at 19:02:49.
Edited on 2017-06-15 at 09:57:55 by Alacrity

Topic: Characters in Rocinante
Subject: The Doctor


Name: Willow Sunipta Takahara
Position: Doctor/Spokesperson
 photo willow.png

Agility: d8
Strength: d4
Vitality: d6
Alertness: d10
Intelligence: d10
Willpower: d10

Skills
Artistry d6
Athletics d6
Knowledge d6
Performance d6
*Dancing d8
Planetary Vehicles d4
Medical Expertise d6
*General Practice d10
*Physiology d8
Discipline d6
Influence d6
*Persuasion d10
*Seduction d8
Perception d6
*Empathy d8
Unarmed Combat d6
*Aikido d8
Linguist d6

Assets (* Denotes might not be known to all):
Allure - Willow is damn fine looking, and knows it
Friends in Hugh Places - She knows a friend of a friend in all the high circles
Highly Educated - University educated
Moneyed Individual - The Takahara is loaded and Willow can call upon them for money
Talented - A gift for medicine and taking care of wounds

Complications:
Amorous - Willow can find something sexy in anyone
Non Fightin; Type - Willow hates violence of any sort
Triplex Shopper - Malls draw Willow like a magnet,
Memorable - People always remember Willow even if she just passes by
Loyal - Willow is dedicated to her family.


Action Figure comes with:
Doctor's Bag (MedAcad)
Medical supplies, Standard x3
Jeweled Hair Pin
Immunization Packets - 10
1 case of fine wine - plum wine, sake, champagne
Clothes - 10 fancy outfits, 3 basic
Cosmetics
Massage oils, medical and non
Fragrance
Sitar
Flute
Hennae
Jewelry (fine costume)
Japanese tea ceremony set and green tea powder

Back History
Since we are making introductions, I guess I may as well go next. My name is Willow Sunipta Takahara, and maybe I'm having a little trouble figuring out what I want to do when I grow up. My folks are comfortable, what with Mother a Bollywood televid star and Father a salaryman, but I'm the baby of the family, and maybe I've been indulged too much.

I've always had a loving, touchy-feely sort of way about me, and the boys seemed to like that about me. Actually, more than a few girls did, too. Somehow, I never really got 'involved' with anyone, though, and managed to stay friends with most of them, so I thought I'd become a Companion. Mother and Father were startled, but they pony'd up the tuition and sent me on my way. I think the sex part made them uncomfortable, but the prestige and face that I'd bring the family would have helped with the discomfort.

I liked the training, and I seemed to have an aptitude for it, and already knowing the sitar, the flute, yoga and traditional Hindu and Japanese dances helped me move up the beginner ranks quickly. It helped that I adore just about everybody and nothing made me happier than helping someone feel good. Novitiate Companions can acquire clients and I was starting to build a respectable list, when it happened.

A fancypants bossman thought that he'd paid for my soul along with my company, and while he didn't hurt me (he wasn't that much the fool) it hurt my feelings to be treated like a thing. When I tried to speak to my teacher, she told me I was a silly girl, and that Companions used inner discipline to endure the boors. Well, I didn't like that and didn't think I could look past the nice outsides of folks when they had darkness on the inside.

So - I left. I cashed out what was left of my tuition and headed for home. On the way, I met a real pretty doctor with good hands and a polite way between the sheets. He made me realize that healing was an even better way to make people feel good, and my companion skills helped with that, too. I switched ships after kissing my pretty man goodbye and headed to medical school.

I needed more money from my folks, and for some reason, they weren't really happy with my decision. I guess they had been looking forward to having their beautiful daughter introduced as the Companion of important people. Maybe the need for more money was the problem, but like I said, I'm their jade-eyed baby and the money was sent by wave.

Medical school was kind of dull after Companion training, but the learning part was fun. I couldn't decide what part of medicine I liked best, so I learned a little bit of everything, like nibbling at a buffet of education. I worked my way through my fellow students, as well as a few teachers, and then it happened.

One of the teachers I respected most was in the habit of indiscreet pillow talk. I couldn't stop my ears from hearing how much of the money for the medical school came from the government, and how the school did research in return for the funding. When I heard what they were doing to those poor, smart kids with the special brain pans, I couldn't stand the pain in my heart and soul. So -I left, with one year left to graduation.

I had a little money left, and my folks have told me that it'll have to do for now. I think I really annoyed them with leaving again, and they are not going to throw good money after bad. So maybe I need to set some roots, and learn to stick through the bad instead of just enjoying the good.

Buying a share in a ship seems like a good plan, where I have a stake in something, and can't run away. The ship itself runs away for me, though, in case things really do get bad. There is something about the Cap'n and crew that draws me, too, that made me want to be with them. They need me and my healing, and not just for the rips and holes that life in the black tends to give a body. Some of them are broken, and I think I can mend that. At least, I'm willing to try.

Posted on 2007-04-06 at 18:58:33.
Edited on 2017-06-15 at 09:48:51 by Alacrity

Topic: Characters in Rocinante
Subject: Techie/2nd Pilot


Pilot/Tech Lady

 photo JadeStorm.jpg

Player: MMV
Name: Jade Storm



Attributes
Agility D10
Strength D8
Vitality D6
Intelligence D8
Willpower D10
Alertness D10

Assets

Born behind the Wheel (minor) Jade got a gift with flying
Talented (Martial Arts) (minor)
Sweet and Cheerful (minor)
Friends in Low Places (minor)

Complications
Illness (minor) Jade has a lung condition and must use a puffer, once daily or else
Curious as a Cat (minor)

Skills

Athletics D4
Covert D6
Discipline D6
Guns D6
Influence D4
Knowledge D4
Mechanical EngineeringD6
Perception D4
Performance D6
**Dance D8
PilotD6
**Transport D10
Planetary Vehicles D4
Technical Experience D6
**Security Systems D10
Unarmed Combat D6
**Martial Arts D10

Action Figure Comes with:

Walther PPK (7rds mag, ROF 3, d6w, range 50)
Holster (Concealed tactical shoulder)
**holds two spare clips
**+3 step to conceal weapon
**-3 step to steal or take from holster
PADD with Blackbot and various Security softwares
Ballistic Vest
Clothing in Ruck bag
Lighter
Multiband
Small Combat knife (in belt)
Gun cleaning kit
Lock picks
Electronic Lock Picks
Electronic toolkit
Fruity Oaty Bars

History

Hello, I'm Jade, pleasure to meet cha! Oh? You want to know about me? Well, I rather hear about you but, if you want to know, I ain't afraid to share. I grew up on the planet Boros with two proud parents and three brothers. You would think as the youngest and the only girl, I would have been spoiled rotten but my folks were military folk, they believed in discipline and focus so I was enrolled into martial arts as soon as I was old enough. Didn't stop me and my brothers for getting into trouble from time to time but their hearts were in the right place. *Laughs* we were a mischievous bunch and, more often than not, it was me pulling my brother into trouble. Even when I was little, I wanted to explore and see what was in my world.

However childhood doesn't last forever, my folks came from a long line of soldiers and were pretty proud of that fact so they were determined to make sure we would continue that tradition. So when the War broke out, my folks made sure that all of us were signed up to fulfill our civic duty. I was a little too young to join in the fray so I was put into military school. To be honest, I really didn't want to be the one shooting so I threw all my focus on being a pilot. Turns out this was a good idea as flying gave me a new way to explore this world and to touch the stars (I still learned how to use a gun though, there was no avoiding that).

Then, just as I graduated, the war ended. My parents were disappointed I didn't get to fight but I decided to go into field of security and protective services. I figured it was a great use of my skills and it was still doing my civic duty and all... *Sighs* than things went downhill from there. I met my late husband, Arthur while working as a security guard at a high tech medical lab. We fell in love, got married, and were really happy together then one day I came home to find my husband dead in the bathroom. It was ruled a suicide and shortly after words, I got into an accident which left me in this condition.

I quit my job shortly after that and spent some time traveling, trying to explore the verse and dealing with the lose of my husband. I figured Arthur wouldn't want me pining away over him but it took me awhile to get there. I have been bouncing from job to job, trying to see the verse and trying to stay outta trouble as best I can.

Posted on 2007-04-06 at 18:42:45.
Edited on 2017-06-15 at 10:00:43 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Characters


I have begun to post the characters of the Rocinante on the site. I screwed up the parent thread aprt though so look for them in the Q&A thread under characters of ...

Posted on 2007-04-06 at 18:29:31.

 
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