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Gone Wrong.........

It wasn’t Lieutenant Vasques or even Federal Marshalls that swarmed over Asher’s position, it was Alliance soldiers. Shouting “DOWN! EVERYONE DOWN! YOU ARE ALL BOUND BY LAW! GET DOWN NOW!!”

The kid quickly disarmed placing his hands in the air. The soldier circled him and Ma. One yelled at Ma to remove her helmet. When she did he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of her disfigure face. As if to cover for his reaction he accused Asher of having harmed Trish. Before the kid could say anything at rifle butt smashed into his face. He was still swimming in the pain killer but the force of the blow knocked him to the edge of consciousness. A kick to the back of legs dropped him like a tree.

The kid sensed Ma trying to come to his aid but after the sound of a “PAFF” there was no more struggle. The soldiers bound his hands behind and the drug him to feet. Through blurry eyes Asher saw Trish laying on the ground, an empty vial on the ground next to her. A soldier jammed rifle in Ash’s back and drove him stumbling forward and to the ship where others were bound and being held. The blow to the head left the kid groggy was for a long time.

Abroad the Intrepid, Tohoku-class, Evening, time unknown

The stimulants had worn off awhile ago and the kid racked with pain. A pattern similar to the rifle butt ran from his forehead down left side of his face. He face was swollen, lip split and one eye nearly closed from puffed purple skin. The the wound under the bandages Lt. Vasques had applied had reopened during the scuffle with the soldiers. They were stuck in a bloody crust on his chest where they still weren’t oozing. He smelled of rancid sweat his ears still rung and his head ached. He thought his head mostly ached from the questions repeated over and over by the little man in Alliance uniform.

Asher looked up as foot falls echoed down the hall outside his cell. A tall man with the insignia of Federal Marshall Colonel stopped at his cell. The man dismissed the interviewed and way Asher to follow him. They continue through the jail adding the other crew members as they went. When the Ma was freed the kid stepped up and hugged her. Trish reached up to gently touch the bruises on Asher’s face, she shook her head slowly then pulled the hood of wrap back up obscuring her face. When they had added Wyatt and Tess the tall white haired and bearded man says, "I am Colonel Harland Sanders of the Federal Marshalls. Please come with me? Do you need medical attention?” Asher squinted at him through his puffy eye and slowly raised his hand and nodded toward Ma. The man noticed and then continued. “I am now in charge of the mess that was created here. Ms. Callahan has filled me in on your role. I am sorry for how you have been treated, unfortunately, it took me awhile to get through to high command that I was first on the scene."

Colonel Sanders lead you all to the med bay for treatment. The medics trated the kid for concussion, redressed his wounds and gave his pain killer, they also gave his meds and more pain killers for later. Trish and Tess were both given the care they should have had hours ago. The kid wasn’t sure if Wyatt had allowed the medics to do anything for him, he still had the same grim look he wore as he exited the jail cell. As the medics released the crew the Colonel leads you to a lounge area. When Willow is escorted to the room you all are reunited. The Colonel leaves you there for a few moments. Alone you each talk briefly about what happened to each of you, Wyatt let’s everyone know of John's fate and the bravery of Havelock. When asked none of the crew knew where Wolf was or what had happened to him

A short time later the Colonel returned with Alliance Commander. Colonel started to tell the crew of how the liner company and many of the passengers wished show their gratitude.
“Umm. Yes. Well. I am here to let you know that we are indeed sorry that it happened and to let you know that the passengers, the cruise liner and the owner of the Stradivarius are very thankful for your bravery and personal sacrifice. Baron Winters, the owner of the violin would like to pay to have your ship brought to his ship yards and completely repaired if you so desire, including two new shuttle crafts. The cruise liner would like to offer you a reward of 10,000 credits as well, so you could get yourself a brand new ship as well. A number of the passengers want to have you stay at an all-inclusive resort nearby for the time it takes to repair your ship as a way to say thank you.”

Asher’s jaw dropped open, Roc was going to fly again and they would have more credits than he’d ever remembered. “Gosh, that’s great..we’ll be back in the black as soon Wolf can join us. Colonel, where is Wolf and when will he join us?”

Sanders cleared his throat and motioned for the Commander to move back. He then turned to the crew but mostly focused on Captain Wyatt. “Unfortunately, we have a problem with one of your crew members, Fenris Apollo. Yes, when he was arrested, we found upon his person, two Gauss type weapons. Now as you may or may not know, Gauss weaponry is highly restricted and requires a special permit to carry which he does not have. Furthermore, we found two deceased gentlemen, - Harold and Stanley Borgia-Chan who did have such permits. Evidence suggests that your crewman murdered both of them to steal their weapons.”

The kid jumped up, “Gorram, Captain, Wolf never killed them two…hell he was about the only one that seemed to like them. They was the man in white’s muscle but they want to help us, Wolf took them with him to protect the Roc. Wolf would have picked up them weapons up to keep the Merc’s from using them.”

“The guns were found on Mr. Fenris’ person and he had in his possession an assault weapon with a shotgun attachment. The fatal wounds that the men received matches said weapon. I am afraid that he has been charged with two counts of murder, possession of illegal weapons and two counts of theft of restricted weapons. He will be appoint a lawyer to defend him or if you wish to use the reward money to hire him an advocate, that is your choice." Sanders grimaced sadly, "Now I know this is complete Go Sa but the Borgia-Chans are a very powerful and influential family and there is no way that I can make this go away without a formal inquiry." he looked over at Vonage, "Especially since all the charges have already been filed." the Colonel rolled his eyes, "One of my men saw a Mercenary with what was probably the murder weapon but for some reason, it has not been recovered. I have two of my own people looking into that and investigating."

“Captain..you gotta let their family know that Wolf was not their killer, he wanted to be like them…..I’ll give my share of the reward to get him a good lawyer… hell their family should go after them Merc’s.”
The kid stood there with a pleading look on his face.


Posted on 2014-09-08 at 01:56:55.
Edited on 2014-09-08 at 12:45:15 by Alacrity

Bromern Sal
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Playin' it Shiny...

Infirmary

Havelock’s eyes opened suddenly and looked not at Wyatt but over hid shoulder, “No! We had a deal!” He shouted and then coughed up blood.

"What deal Puhn Yo?" Steel blue eyes sought out some sign of lucidity in the gentleman warrior's panicked gaze.

Havelock turned his stare to Wyatt and focused on the Captain. “Her. I made a deal with her back in Serenity Valley.”

Havelock's hallucinatin', Sung heard Eden's voice whisper softly in his ear. An' I'm not? he answered the disembodied informant. "Who's this girl yer speakin' on, Havelock? What deal are you meanin'?"

“Death. I was wounded badly and lying in the mud when she came for me. She reached out but I asked her... I said please. Don’t take me. Don’t take me until I can get them all home safe.“

He's Wu Toh Wu Now. Won't be long now, husband, Summer was right more often than not. Blood seeped through Havelock's clothing in multiple locations. The spirit wasn't likely to hang on much longer. "It ain't over yet, Lóng tóu lao dà. You'll make good on that promise t' yer men still."

“She said that she would leave me there. She said she would only come when I had saved them all. But I couldn’t save them all. I just couldn’t.”

"They're all saved," Wyatt gave Havelock's shoulder a little squeeze. "You done good General. The passengers're all safe now."

“What? Everyone is safe?”

"Yessir," Sung shifted his weight forward a bit so it was easier to meet the dying man's eyes. "You made good."

Havelock coughs more blood and starts to slump more, Wyatt can feel the energy leaving the soldier’s body. He stops coughing and says, “Don’t let them make a monument of me. Promise me you’ll take me back to the valley. Bury me with my men?”

"You've my word on it."

Havelock's eyes lose their focus and he draws a last breathe. As he start to close his eyes, he says, “Ah, yes my dear, I did promise you a dance.” With those final words, his life ends.

The room becomes very silent to Wyatt, like within a pressure suit and looking off into the Black. There is sound about him but he doesn’t hear it. He looks up from the body of the warrior and his eyes fall upon something he never expected. A young lady, dressed in black jeans and halter top, standing in the corridor by the infirmary. Her skin is very pale, a formal top hat on her head and a smile that suggests mischief. She raises her hands to the ceiling and white light leaves both of them. All Wyatt can hear is the sound of wings flapping, like birds taking flight.

Then the butt of a rifle smashes into the back of Wyatt’s head.

“DOWN! EVERYONE DOWN! YOU ARE ALL BOUND BY LAW!” a number of alliance soldiers shout. Wyatt is covered by soldiers with assault rifles as he is stripped of weapons and forced to the ground. Tess and Nancy are also being treated roughly and stripped of their weapons. Nancy is screaming that she is a federal Marshall but the soldiers don’t seem to care. Arrest everyone and let Buddha sort them out – standard alliance mode of operation.

As Wyatt clung to consciousness, he did not see any lady in black anymore. He also did not see Wolf who was here before... everything went belly up.

"Where's Wolf?” he groggily struggled to force the words out. He had to keep them alive. He had to keep fighting. Like Havelock, he had made promises.

Abroad the Intrepid, Tohoku-class, Evening, time unknown

The forced trip with the soldiers was difficult for Wyatt to keep track of at first. The blow to the head had capitalized on the feelings of loss for John, the unknown whereabouts of Wolf, the condition of Tess, Ma, Willow... Havelock's death and the strange hallucination Wyatt had witnessed. You're overstressed zhàngfu. Just breathe. Eden's voice was somewhat comforting and he eventually gave into her conclusion. It didn't really occur to him that he might as well have been losing it altogether by hearing her voice at all.

Full consciousness returned shortly after Wyatt had been deposited rather unceremoniously in a cell. A shallow, vertical grave if ever there was one, and a sobering predicament to find oneself in. Sung woke completely from his deluge of Weird and began to put thought to the situation. It made him angry, and when Wyatt Sung got angry he grew colder--harder. When they came for him and walked an upright, fully coherent Independent to the interrogation, Captain Sung was determined to play it shiny. After all, they had nothing to hide. They'd risked their necks to do what was right and good. They were the ones--the crew of Roc... his family--that was being mistreated. So, instead of reciting name, rank, and serial number, Sung looked the interrogator straight in the eye and responded to every question flat, cold, and matter-of-factly. Over and over again.

After a while passes, a man comes in and dismisses the interviewer. He is a federal marshal, with the insignia of the Colonel rank and he is one strange looking guy. He had shockingly white hair with similar coloring for his moustache and the short beard that he sported, but his eyes were what draws your attention--bright blue, almost incandescent. He wears a black flight suit with a long black duster and black boots that looked a few years old. He carried a sidearm that was bigger than most, but carried no other weapons.

"I am Colonel Harland Sanders of the Federal Marshalls. Please come with me? Do you need medical attention? I am now in charge of the mess that was created here. Ms. Callahan has filled me in on your role. I am sorry for how you have been treated, unfortunately, it took me awhile to get through to high command that I was first on the scene."

Wyatt doesn't respond. He just stands and follows the man. Colonel Sanders takes him to the med bay to tend his wounds (including the huge bump and gash caused by the Federal rifle butt that had been driven into the back of his skull) and then brings Sung to a lounge area. There Wyatt is relieved to be reunited with Asher, Tess, and Ma, and then Willow is escorted to the room shortly thereafter.

"Y'all're a sight fer sore eyes," Sung says with steel in his voice but genuine feeling in his eyes. "Any sign of Wolf? No? Well, let's hope he figured some way t' hide from this fangzong fengkuang de jie an' he's concocting some way t' get Roc flyin' again."

The pregnant pause that follows allows him time to gather his thoughts on how he's approaching the next bit of news.

"John didn't make it," he doesn't drop his gaze, but meets each of their gazes with a steady one of his own. "He sacrificed himself t' make sure the plan was done." Let that sink in for a minute, Love, Eden advises, and Wyatt obliges her before continuing. "Havelock was killed too. The old tank done fought right b'sides me 'til the end. Saved my life I'd wager."

There isn't more to say. There's nothing to do but wait to see what Fate dealt. Wyatt has lost track of whether this is number two, or number three on the things that go bad in a row. But he wasn't wagering in their favor. Better to be prepared for the worse than caught with his pants down 'round his boots.

After some time, Sanders returns with Commander Vonage in tow, and he does not look happy. The colonel gestures to the commander and then to Captain Wyatt.

“Mr. Sung.” Vonage begins.

“Captain.” Wyatt corrects him coldly.

“Of course. Captain Sung. Allow me to apologize for the delay in you and your crew’s release. You understand that we had to be very cautious in the situation as it presented itself. As a man from the war, I am sure you fully understand."

"I understand plenty."

“Umm. Yes. Well. I am here to let you know that we are indeed sorry that it happened and to let you know that the passengers, the cruise liner and the owner of the Stradivarius are very thankful for your bravery and personal sacrifice. Baron Winters, the owner of the violin would like to pay to have your ship brought to his ship yards and completely repaired if you so desire, including two new shuttle crafts. The cruise liner would like to offer you a reward of 10,000 credits as well, so you could get yourself a brand new ship as well. A number of the passengers want to have you stay at an all-inclusive resort nearby for the time it takes to repair your ship as a way to say thank you.”

"Is that so," Sung raises one eyebrow--the only signifier that he's surprised by their turn of luck.

“Gosh, that’s great!" Ash exclaims. "We’ll be back in the Black as soon Wolf can join us. Colonel, where is Wolf and when will he join us?”


Sanders cleared his throat and motioned for the Commander to move back. He then turned to the crew but mostly focused on Captain Wyatt. “Unfortunately, we have a problem with one of your crew members, Fenris Apollo. Yes, when he was arrested, we found upon his person, two Gauss type weapons. Now as you may or may not know, Gauss weaponry is highly restricted and requires a special permit to carry which he does not have. Furthermore, we found two deceased gentlemen--Harold and Stanley Borgia-Chan who did have such permits. Evidence suggests that your crewman murdered both of them to steal their weapons.”

The kid jumped up, “Gorram, Captain, Wolf never killed them two…hell he was about the only one that seemed to like them. They was the man in white’s muscle but they want to help us, Wolf took them with him to protect the Roc. Wolf would have picked up them weapons up to keep the Merc’s from using them.”

Sung throws Asher a look that says he knows, but to cool it lest they lose their edge.

"There's a likelihood tha' Wolf picked them weapons up," Wyatt acknowledges as he turns his narrowed eyes back on the commander. "But it weren't t' steal 'em, an' I know the man. He wouldn't have kilt them folk fer them sidearms. Specially as they was helpin' defend the passengers 'ginst the mercs."

“The guns were found on Mr. Fenris’ person and he had in his possession an assault weapon with a shotgun attachment. The fatal wounds that the men received matches said weapon. I am afraid that he has been charged with two counts of murder, possession of illegal weapons and two counts of theft of restricted weapons. He will be appoint a lawyer to defend him or if you wish to use the reward money to hire him an advocate, that is your choice." Sanders grimaced sadly, "Now I know this is complete Go Sa but the Borgia-Chans are a very powerful and influential family and there is no way that I can make this go away without a formal inquiry." he looked over at Vonage, "Especially since all the charges have already been filed." the Colonel rolled his eyes, "One of my men saw a Mercenary with what was probably the murder weapon but for some reason, it has not been recovered. I have two of my own people looking into that and investigating."

“Captain! You gotta let their family know that Wolf was not their killer, he wanted to be like them… I’ll give my share of the reward to get him a good lawyer… hell their family should go after them Merc’s.” The kid stood there with a pleading look on his face.


"Well, I don't know the Borgia-Chans none, but," Sung looks to Willow. "But I'm guessin' that the wave's already been sent concernin' the deaths o' their boys an' my experience with situations like tha' is it makes people mighty sore.

"Colonel," Sung runs a hand through his hair resigned to the necessity of what he's about to say. He knows the rest of his crew understands. "Take the reward money from the violin an' find Wolf the best advocate you can. I'll be mighty obliged t' have my mechanic back on board Roc when she's ready t' fly once more, an' none of this kindness was expected anyway."


Posted on 2014-09-11 at 15:46:04.

Vanadia
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A partial Post

When Hood slid to the ground and the Alliance blared their presence over every transmitting device possible, Willow felt both relief wash over her, but it was quickly replaced with concern. Who had survived, who had perished? Willow had lived a sheltered life on the manicured and scented side of Alliance law, but that didn't mean she was naive to their simplistic ways of resolving conflict: crush all resistance, apologize to the innocent (if powerful enough to be a bother) and move on.

So, when the Alliance demanded that the cave doors be opened, Willow signaled to the boys to do so, then bent over Lord Hood to check his vital signs. He was deeply unconscious, likely concussed, but Willow made sure his airway was clear and that his arms and legs were straightened out so that no further harm would befall him.

When the soldiers reached them, Willow informed them that the injured man was the one who'd caused the ship's destruction, and that he'd been in possession of a dangerous weapon.

"Those pieces of plastic and glass are all that is left of it, but you'll find his fingerprints all over it, " she stated simply, keeping her movements slow and her hands clearly visible," And I am a doctor, please let me help with the injured outside."

"No need for that, Miss," one of the soldiers stated with chilling politeness and Willow's heart broke: had no one survived?

She let herself be gathered up with the passengers, and seemingly, they assumed her to be one of them, especially after scanning her Identicard and seeing her family name. I don't get much from you, Father, but a name that commands respect is useful...

She'd still not seen any sight of the others, and her questions were rebuffed with official politeness and the carefully camouflaged scorn of the military for civilians. The room they put her in, alone, was barren but comfortable, but she was so worried about her friends, it could have been a jail cell and she would not have noticed. As she paced, she tidied her hair and clothing almost reflexively, coming across Matheson's PADD in the deep pocket of her now dusty and bedraggled lab coat.

She thumbed it to life, remembering that there had been two more files she'd not looked at. The first was a note by Matheson, stating that if the note was found, it was because he was likely dead. It went on to accuse Lord Hood as his likely killer, and the agent of the Star of Sihnon's destruction in order to steal the Stradivarius. He also condemned his own research into "wired entertainment" as a violation of free will and hoped that he could make amends to the person he'd wronged.

The second was a pending wave to a solicitor's office, with an embedded document. Inside the attachment was Matheson's will - amended yesterday to leave his wealth (Willow's eye's widened at the list of assets) in entirety to one person: Amber Amber Sunshine. Willow closed the document and set the message to send. A brief flicker let her know that as much as the Alliance was keeping things locked down, they were letting waves out onto the cortex. She thought she'd see what she could find out on the news feeds when they came for her.

Her interrogator was a low ranking official; polite enough but unwilling to tell her anything about Rocinante's crew. Instead, he asked her over and over again about what she had seen on the ship, what had the other passengers had been doing, had she any dealings with Lord Hood?

Willow fought back the only way she knew how: using her tact and charm, she deflected his questions with the vague answers of an idle, empty headed rich woman and worked in her own questions. She still wasn't able to learn anything useful, but did learn her interrogator was on his third tour of duty, wasn't sure he respected his commanding officer and loved his fiancé very much, despite his increasingly obvious reactions to Willow's subtle signals of physical interest.

It was all for nothing, though, he clearly knew nothing of the crew and it was almost a relief when another soldier entered, making the interrogator jump a little and blush, despite being across the table from Willow.

"You're not on the passenger manifest," the second officer stated, almost accusingly, and Willow shrugged. "I never said I was, did I? Now may I see my crew mates? We were the good guys in all this, if you must know."


Posted on 2014-09-13 at 18:40:59.

Vanadia
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the other half

It seemed like forever after that point, but eventually Willow was taken to another part of the ship to be reunited with her beloved crew. She flew into Trish's arms first, then exclaimed over the bandages she could feel under the older woman's clothes. She threw her escort a withering look (as if their injuries were entirely HIS fault) then checked over everyone's injuries, tsk'ing over the wounds but having to admit that the care of them was decent enough. She felt the shard of ice in her heart begin to melt as she took in the sight, sound and smell of those she loved to her core.

"Y'all're a sight fer sore eyes," Sung says with steel in his voice but genuine feeling in his eyes. "Any sign of Wolf? No? Well, let's hope he figured some way t' hide from this fangzong fengkuang de jie an' he's concocting some way t' get Roc flyin' again."

"John didn't make it," he doesn't drop his gaze, but meets each of their gazes with a steady one of his own. "He sacrificed himself t' make sure the plan was done. Havelock was killed too. The old tank done fought right b'sides me 'til the end. Saved my life I'd wager."

The news of John's sacrifice caused Willow's eyes to well with tears, and she looked away a moment. She'd never managed to connect with the prickly man, so aloof in many ways, but such an act showed more devotion to the crew than he'd ever dared show them. Live each day as if it is your last...for someday it will be

Havelock's death was, in a way, less of a surprise - she'd seen death in his eyes and had known in her heart that her farewell to him was forever. She only hoped that he'd found what he sought.

At that point, two Alliance officers came into the room, one an albino from his colouring, but a rather hale and hearty specimen. Sung appeared to have met them both, so Willow let him do the talking and let herself be as inconspicuous as possible. It let her absorb the news about Wolf quietly while Asher expressed the outrage they were all feeling.

"Well, I don't know the Borgia-Chans none, but," Sung looks to Willow. "But I'm guessin' that the wave's already been sent concernin' the deaths o' their boys an' my experience with situations like tha' is it makes people mighty sore.

"Colonel," Sung runs a hand through his hair resigned to the necessity of what he's about to say. He knows the rest of his crew understands. "Take the reward money from the violin an' find Wolf the best advocate you can. I'll be mighty obliged t' have my mechanic back on board Roc when she's ready t' fly once more, an' none of this kindness was expected anyway."

Willow nodded at Sung, but kept her peace in front of the Colonel. She indeed knew the Borgia-Chans, both by reputation and a few members personally, and this would need delicacy. If the men she'd known as Hack and Slash were indeed Borgia-Chans, they were either distant relatives or black sheep to be working outside the family business, but that didn't matter when the family was attacked.

"Are we...free to go?" Willow asked," Not that I know where we will go...but are you satisfied with your inquiry, Colonel? We have matters to deal with, and it's been a very, very long number of days since any of us have slept."


Posted on 2014-09-13 at 21:55:27.

Alacrity
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short one

"Colonel," Sung runs a hand through his hair resigned to the necessity of what he's about to say. He knows the rest of his crew understands. "Take the reward money from the violin an' find Wolf the best advocate you can. I'll be mighty obliged t' have my mechanic back on board Roc when she's ready t' fly once more, an' none of this kindness was expected anyway."

"Yeah, I figured as much. You are in luck because one of the ladies you rescued is one of the best defence advocates in the verse - Sandra Wong. I will get word to her that you are in need and I am sure she'll be here for you soon."

"Are we...free to go?" Willow asked," Not that I know where we will go...but are you satisfied with your inquiry, Colonel? We have matters to deal with, and it's been a very, very long number of days since any of us have slept."

"We will be docking in a couple of hours in Lu'Weng (capital city of Sihnon) where you will be shuttled to the Wu-Hyatt Resort. Your rooms have been arranged and you may order anything you need, clothing, food whatever. You may communicate with whomever you need to at that point. We have taken the liberty of contacting the next of kin for John Ryan and Captain Winston Havelock. Your ship needs extensive repairs and the estimate I heard was a week to ten days to get it flight worthy. I will arrange for Mr. Apollo to be kept on Intrepid and not transferred to prison holding until your advocate can speak to him."

(can we speak to him?)

"Until he gets an Advocate, I don't recommend it but we could arrange one of you to see him. I will warn you though you will be under surveillance."

(Can we get some of personal effects off Rocinante?)

"Yes, Of course. Your ship will be brought to Sihnon before the morning. Once you have some rest, then you will be allowed to go to the ship and I am sure the Baron will want to thank you personally."

(We had a cargo and passenger?)

"Yes, the monk. Sifu? His cargo will be transferred to another ship and both will be taken to their destination."

(any other questions, chime in and I can back post. As well pick a crew member to go see Wolf and we can post that)

The ship docks at Lu'Weng and you are taken to your rooms at the Wu-Hyatt. Suites would be closer to what you get, with a huge bed, clean sheets, hot water, Jacuzzi tubs and access to several high class five star restaurants. The passes you are given give you full run of the hotel, everything being covered by the Star Cruise Liner corporation and their insurance company. Seeing a bed makes you realize that you have been up for over 36 hours and in a battle as well. Sleep comes easily but not without some bad dreams and emotions held at bay until now.

(I have more to post but want to give a chance to react and interact before storming off to the conclusion.)


Posted on 2014-09-14 at 20:25:34.

Bromern Sal
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Wrapper rapper

"Colonel," Sung runs a hand through his hair resigned to the necessity of what he's about to say. He knows the rest of his crew understands. "Take the reward money from the violin an' find Wolf the best advocate you can. I'll be mighty obliged t' have my mechanic back on board Roc when she's ready t' fly once more, an' none of this kindness was expected anyway."

"Yeah, I figured as much. You are in luck because one of the ladies you rescued is one of the best defence advocates in the verse - Sandra Wong. I will get word to her that you are in need and I am sure she'll be here for you soon."

Wyatt gave the man a nod of appreciation. It wasn't often that Sung found himself at all accepting of Fed actions, but in this case, it was the best results he could imagine all things said and done.

"Are we...free to go?" Willow asked," Not that I know where we will go...but are you satisfied with your inquiry, Colonel? We have matters to deal with, and it's been a very, very long number of days since any of us have slept."

"We will be docking in a couple of hours in Lu'Weng (capital city of Sihnon) where you will be shuttled to the Wu-Hyatt Resort. Your rooms have been arranged and you may order anything you need, clothing, food whatever. You may communicate with whomever you need to at that point. We have taken the liberty of contacting the next of kin for John Ryan and Captain Winston Havelock. Your ship needs extensive repairs and the estimate I heard was a week to ten days to get it flight worthy. I will arrange for Mr. Apollo to be kept on Intrepid and not transferred to prison holding until your advocate can speak to him."

"Colonel," Shifting his weight to his left foot, Wyatt momentarily clenched his jaw to ward off the pain he felt rushing through him. "I'd like t' let Fenris know he ain't being left t' rot. Can we see him?"

"Until he gets an Advocate, I don't recommend it but we could arrange one of you to see him. I will warn you though you will be under surveillance."

"It's much appreciated. What about our personal effects on Rocinante?"

"Yes, Of course. Your ship will be brought to Sihnon before the morning. Once you have some rest, then you will be allowed to go to the ship and I am sure the Baron will want to thank you personally."

"And--not to push the limits on yer hospitality--but we had ourselves a little contract and some cargo. The monk... he was overseeing the whole job."

"Yes, the monk. Sifu? His cargo will be transferred to another ship and both will be taken to their destination."

"Shiny." Sung chewed the inside of his lip for just a moment before speaking up once more. "Colonel, 'fore Havelock died he asked t' be buried with his men in Serenity Valley. I promised him I'd see t' that an' I'm a man o' my word. What papers do I need t' sign, or waves do I need t' send, t' make sure that his dyin' wish is made t' be reality?"

The ship docks at Lu'Weng and you are taken to your rooms at the Wu-Hyatt. Suites would be closer to what you get, with a huge bed, clean sheets, hot water, Jacuzzi tubs and access to several high class five star restaurants. The passes you are given give you full run of the hotel, everything being covered by the Star Cruise Liner corporation and their insurance company.

Seeing a bed makes Wyatt realize that he has been up for over 36 hours and in a battle as well. But there's a siren's call that battles with him something heavy when he sees the minibar. Sam left, Roc's been heavily damaged, his crew been shot at and killed, good people dead for a gorram violin from Earth that Was. Anger swept him up and small bottles of liquor flew across the room to crash against the wall bleeding their contents to the carpet below. Alone... Captain Wyatt Sung takes out his anger and all of the pent up feelings of loss and hurt on what's not nailed down until he finally collapses on the bed fully dressed and worn so thin transparent doesn't even begin to describe him. Sleep comes easily but not without some bad dreams and emotions held at bay until now.

Posted on 2014-09-15 at 23:45:10.

Alacrity
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oh yeah ....dead guy

"Shiny." Sung chewed the inside of his lip for just a moment before speaking up once more. "Colonel, 'fore Havelock died he asked t' be buried with his men in Serenity Valley. I promised him I'd see t' that an' I'm a man o' my word. What papers do I need t' sign, or waves do I need t' send, t' make sure that his dyin' wish is made t' be reality?"

"Yes, Callahan told me about that. Considering the man's service record and his sacrifice, I can't see this being a problem. Once we contact his next of kin, arrangements can be made - least we can do really." Sanders replied. "what about your man John Ryan? Did you have any thoughts or wishes for him?"

Posted on 2014-09-16 at 17:26:42.

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No one likes paperwork

Colonel Sanders sat down at the desk of the room assigned him and dunked his tea bag into his hot water several times. At last, he had a few moments of peace to sort out things. With great responsibility came a great big pile of paperwork. He put the PADD down in front on him and started to go through the documents. It was pure luck that things went the way they did for him. Had things gone south, the military would have had him as a martyr.

Knock Knock Knock

At the sound at his door, Sanders briefly considered pretending he wasn’t there before barking out a “Come in!”

In came Hicks, Vasques and Hudson – his team. Not that anyone was trying to take them away from him. Hicks was considered too intense, Vasques too unpredictable and Hudson too much of a hot head, but Sanders found they could get results when the ships were falling. Recent events proving that to be true, although he wished that Hudson hadn’t slugged a commanding officer three times and assorted other soldiers. He had to fight hard to be allowed to bust him to private and not court martial him.

“We think we found the Gun, “ Hicks said as they came in.

“Think?” Sanders asked, “what do you mean think?”

“There this guy on one of the drop teams – Simon Cowell.” Vasques said, “He is known for finding and selling unique weapons. We think he grabbed it.”

“He goes under the name “the Collector” and put a gun on auction via the cortex. Called it The Samaritan. Hudson is sure it is the one.“

“Yeah I was there when the big guy shot him so I’d think I’d know.”

Sanders nodded, aware that a “but” was coming, “Okay. So why have we not picked him up?”

“There is no real evidence that Simon is The Collector. It is just a rumour.” Hick said evenly, “Plus he’s military with no bad marks on his record so ...”

“We go in now and the jarheads put a shield on him and we lose the gun, “ Hudson whines, “We’re gorram humped Colonel!”

“Unless...” Vasques said mysteriously.

“What?” Hudson asked.

Hicks wrinkled his face, “I’m not sure about that Vasques. You sure you wanna?”

“Wanna what?” Asked Hudson.

“It gets me into his room. He gives me permission. Why not?” Vasques replied.

“Permission for What?????” Hudson whined again, “Will someone buy me a gorram clue here!!!”

Sanders sighed, “Okay. My tea is getting cold and I don’t want to know anymore of the plan. Just go get results.”

“Why not?” Hicks asked.

“So I can’t testify against you. Now out!”

Later that night

Simon Cowell could not believe his luck as this gorgeous woman he met in the officer lounged pushed him up against the wall and kissed him hard. He was surprised to find a girl as much into guns as he was but this was beyond his wildest dreams.

“Umm, want to go back to my room?” He asked when she came up for breathe.

“Ooo. I thought you’d never ask. Lead on Tiger.” Vasques purred at him.

Simon restrained himself not to run down the corridor. He lead his “date” back to his room and fumbled with the card for the door.

“You sure you want me to come in?” Vasques asked haughtily.

“Yes!” Simon said louder than he expected and cleared his throat, “Yes. I want you to come in.”

“I can be a little rough.”

“Fine with me!”

“Will you show me your gun collection?”

“Babe, I will show you anything you want.”

“I like that. Let’s go in.” Vasques replied and hung onto him as they passed through the door. She kissed him again and playfully pushed him onto the bed. ”Show be the biggest one you got, it will turn me on.”

“Oh yeah Babe, “ Simon said as he reached for his pants buckle.

“No!” Vasques said, “I meant the guns. The real. Big. Guns.”

Simon nodded emphatically and leaped off the bed and over to his case locker. He typed in the code for the password and looked over at Vasques who was taking off her jacket to reveal the tank-top underneath. Why was this lock taking so long!!!!! He got it opened and began to look through the collection.

“What’s that one?”Vasques came up behind him and leans against him from behind. The feel of her breasts through the fabric of her top against his neck drove him wild. “Yeah! That one I just got from the merc mission. Pulled it off a dead one.”

“Really. That is so naughty.” Vasques pulled the huge gun out of his hands and rubs it lovingly with her hands. It was a huge gun, with a five shot barrel made to take shotgun shell sized casings. “Hey! Didn’t I see this on the core? Called the Superman?”

“”The Samaritan!” Simon corrected her.

“That’s right.” Vasques moved really close to Simon and pushed herself against his body, “Hey! Let’s play Federal Marshall and the naughty Soldier.”

Simon nodded vigorously, “I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind?”

“Well. First I cuff you.” She said as she snapped the cuffs around his wrist seductively.” And then I push you down on the bed so I can question you.” She turned and pushed him over onto the bed.

Simon smiled coyly back, “Question me huh? Yeah Babe, question away.

Vasquez smiled back and then did something Simon wasn’t expecting. She walked over to the doorway and let in two gentlemen, dressed in Federal Marshall uniforms.

“Oh officers!” Vasques said in mock distress, “I am so glad you came. I think this man is stealing evidence from a federal marshall investigation.” She held the gun up to show Hicks and Hudson.

“Great!” Hudson took the gun from Vasques, “I say we scrag him! No offence.” He said insincerely to Simon.

“Stop it.” Hicks said drily.

“Hey! They can’t bust me lower than private!” Hudson said.

“Yeah but that is not the point Hudson.” Hicks replied, “I see here a whole list of crimes here Simon. Enough for you to lose your commission. Even do some time on Perdition.”

“What! No! I was just...”

“Oh I know. Beautiful thing like this, locked away in a gun locker for years before getting melted down for scrap. Terrible really.”

“Right! I just wanted ...”

“Hey I hear you but rules are rules now.”

“You set me up!!!!!”

Vasques smiled, “Me? No! I just got the hots for a guy who didn’t realize I was a federal marshall and then you showed me evidence from a crime scene. Cut and dry really.”

“Gorram right!” Hudson said and reached down to grab Simon, “Where the nearest airlock?”

Simon fell to his knees, “No! Please!”

“Stop it Hudson.” Hicks said, “I have an idea.”

“So do I.” Hudson retorted, “Airlock.”

Hicks rolled his eyes, “Here is an option Simon. You take your guns, and turn yourself over to us and give us a complete confession. We will put in a good word, say you cooperated and gave us intel on some of your buyers and you get a light sentence.”

“I’d still lose my commission!”

“The other option is I let Hudson here take care of you because then I don’t have to fill in paperwork.”

He looked over at Hudson who smiled broadly at Simon. Simon turned back to Hicks, “I’ll take the first option.”

Posted on 2014-09-18 at 18:14:08.
Edited on 2014-09-19 at 16:33:31 by Alacrity

   


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