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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 13, 2012 4:58:50 GMT
Notes: This is a Firefly RP and I’m going to lay down some ground rules so that this could actually work out. When’s it set: Before the movie!! Your main character should have no affiliation with the main characters from Firefly – only in passing – like on Higgins moon (The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne) or maybe wanted posters and things like that. In terms of where characters are; the main plot will happen on the ship VALHALLA, feel free to be on this ship from the beginning, some of you can be planetside or on a different ship and later join up with the rest of the people. Map o’ the verse: www.fireflyfans.net/bluesunimages/F1CDC2E117C4D816979AF3E3EC90F6FF.gif Description of said planets: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Firefly_planets_and_moons More planet info: rpgmulitverse.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpdiscus&action=display&thread=485&page=1#1326587419 If you want to use Chinese references then go for it. Have fun -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Morgan slammed the cup down onto the only bench in the engine room. Usually, it’d be used to put engine parts, taken from the contraption, down in order to clean, mend and fix if need be. At the moment, besides him, the empty cup, and the half full bottle of whiskey, sat his new project; a replacement for the grav thrusts that were due to break anytime soon. He’d been able to gather bits and bobs from his box of spares that would do to cobble together a replacement. The only problem was there was no telling when the grav thrusts would break and when they did, if they weren’t replaced almost immediately, well, there’d be hell to pay. That’s if it didn’t cause a fire, then an explosion and inevitably kill the entire crew. “Heh, gorram stuck up piece of go se won’t be able ta yell at me. Again.” He muttered, eyes staring at his project that still sat in pieces. With a sigh, he decided to save the drink until later, when nobody would be calling on him to fix some other piece o’ junk on the Valhalla. Hell, he did enough keeping the engine running and the lights working. “Not to mention basic plumbing, kitchens, locks, ramps, hell, most things.” He went on, mumbling about how sometimes the crew were ungrateful for the amount of work he put into the ship. Grabbing his spanner and wrench, he went to work piecing the temporary grav thrust replacement together.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Jan 13, 2012 5:13:43 GMT
On Santo:
“So how did you get out then?” The small boy asked.
“That’s a secret I’m afraid.” Riley laughed.
“Well is it true you fought off the entire clan? I heard there are like 200 people!” Another boy shouted.
“Well I’m not saying it’s true or not. I’m not the one to be spreading rumours or nothing.”
“You are so cool. Do you carry a gun?”
“Of course I do.” He slowly pulled the gun from his holster letting it glisten in the sunlight; he reflected it into the kid’s eyes.
“Well I think that’s enough stories for one day guys, I have some…business to take care of.” He began to gather his stuff and walk off. The kid’s ran after him and kept asking him question but he just laughed them off and headed towards his destination.
“Riley!” A voice shouted from behind him. He stopped suddenly and turned. A group of men began to walk towards him with a small plump man leading them smoking a cigar.
“I hear you been spreadin some stories about us, saying you beat us and got all our loot.” He stopped a few feet away flicking his cigar before putting it back in his mouth.
“You think I been spreading them? Now why would I do something like that?” Riley put his hand to his holster eying the group of men behind the man.
“Well let’s put it this way. These rumours are bad for business and the only way to stamp out the rumours is to stamp out its source. And I think you is the source of them.” He and the group started to move towards Riley slowly taking out their weapons. Riley began to study how they were approaching and pulled his gun and aimed it at the leader of the group.
“C’mon Jamal, we don’t have to do this. Don’t wanna see you get hurt or nothing.” He smiled to them.
“Well we’ll see who gets hurt won’t we.” Jamal smiled back. Riley stood with the group of kid’s silently observing the standoff. Suddenly a woman walked from her home and screamed springing Riley into action as he grabbed her and put the gun to her head.
“You come any closer and I’ll shoot her.”
“You think she means anything here? We’ll kill you both.” Jamal said.
“Right, didn’t think this through. Right well, I’ll run you go inside okay?” He whispered in her ear. He then threw her towards her door and began to run off away from the group. They gave chase. He took off around the corner; hopefully he would be faster than the group. He had picked the wrong way and went straight into the middle of the market.
“Oh, god Damnit.” He said as he began to push through the crowd, jumping over stalls and moving people out of the way.
“Get this thing away from me.” He said as he got hit in the face with a chicken, next he tripped over a goat. He swore and got to his feet. He now hoped the group would get lost in the crowds. He ran into an alleyway.
“Oh god wrong way again.” He turned to see Jamal and he goons standing in the way.
“Well hello there again Riley.
“Hey guys, not seen you in a long time. What’s in been? 10 minutes?” “You’re going to die Riley.”
“Now c’mon guys we really don’t have to…aha!” He shouted as he fired his gun at Jamal. The only thing that came out was water. It only went a few meters and fell well short of Jamal.
“Yer I thought it might hit you and distract you so I could run away.” Riley confessed.
“Didn’t work.” Jamal moved towards his pulling out a knife. He had a murderous twinkle in his eye.
“Now now guys we really don’t have to do this.” He said backing up further into the alley. He jumped up onto a bin so he stood taller than the group hoping to see some way out. He couldn’t see one though, suddenly the lid caved in and Riley fell into the garbage.
“This day just keeps getting better.” Suddenly the floor of the bin opened up leaving nothing but blackness below him.
“OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE….” There was nothing but a scream that followed.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 13, 2012 5:24:08 GMT
"You know, muttering is one of your least attractive habits," came a voice blandly as a figure swung down through the hole into the ship's engine room, landing heavily on thick set leather boots which followed up into lithe, often unnervingly thin tan legs. Short, well-fitted combat shorts followed after this, half covered by a repeatedly torn and worn spaghetti-string grey dress, which looked like it had once sparkled, but no longer had the ability. Over this was a thick leather trenchcoat, battered and weathered, fitted almost perfectly to the lithe woman's figure.
She was clearly oriental in appearance, and her hair was tied back into one bun on the back of her head, making the scar that spiralled up from her collarbone, along her throat and onto her left cheek garish and obvious. She smirked and shook her head.
"You know, I am relatively confident that I didn't put compulsory drinking on the job in the description." She spoke with an odd lilt - she had a definite rim-world twang to her speech, but it was clear she'd been well trained in the art of speech and mostly had a formal, pleasant tone.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 13, 2012 5:40:14 GMT
Morgan glared up at her from bright blue eyes, "I'm gonna put a door on that thing and it'll lock from this here side you keep up your acts. 'Sides, it's one drink. Ain't gonna kill me is it?" Morgan set the pieces down and sat, one hand on his knee and the other waving a wrench in her general direction. "We're gonna be needin' a new set of grav thrusts soon. Real soon."
A sputter from the engine made him stand, curse, and jump next to the engine to examine the moving piece of metal. "Make that rotation couplets too. Gorram." Sighing he grabbed the spanner and looked down at her, he'd always been taller than her by a few inches, enough to have her looking up at him. "Hey," a smirk lit up his face. "Least attractive features? That mean I'm attractive in some ways right?" Morgan wriggled his eyebrows and turned, heavy combat boots sounding on the metal flooring. Tan cargo pants were held up by a black belt, worn in its day from everyday use. If it ain't broke, don't get a new one was his motto. His grey vest top was always stained with grease from his work in the hot room, which added to the reason why he always wore a vest. "Whadda'ya want anyway?"
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 13, 2012 5:54:09 GMT
Lin rolled her eyes and shook her head at Morgan's retreating figure.
"We're coming out of the wilderness and heading into more familiar territory. Is there somewhere that's going to get me all the mech porn you need at a satisfactory price? Preferably this side of the Core, I ain't trawling through Alliance shit just for hunks of metal."
She reached up and hung off the ladder bar lazily as she watched Morgan move around with her large, smoky eyes, pulling herself up in a lift and lowering herself again, as a bodybuilder would.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Jan 13, 2012 6:06:10 GMT
Riley hit the conveyor belt with a thud.
"Oh god that hurt." He slowly got to his feet moaning constantly. He put his hand to his side and realised he was missing his pouch.
"Shit shit where the hell is it..." He looked around and began throwing various piles of rubbish off the conveyor belt. He didn't care about the mess he'd hopefully be out of there soon. He turned and noticed the furnace up ahead. He didn't look pleased. He began throwing piles around when he noticed it. He started smiling until he noticed it was in the last pile he had thrown.
"NOOOOOO!" He shouted as he jumped off after it. He landed on another conveyor and picked it up. He put it back on his belt much more tightly this time. He stood looking at himself. His shoes were torn and had holes showing his toes, His trousers were torn and stained with what looked like some kind of soup, he also noticed the hole which showed off his groin.
"Wow that's classy ain't it." He had lost his jacket when rummaging which showed a sweat stained shirt. Oh god that smells horrible. He apparently didn't mind the smell of rubbish at all. He looked around for some decent stuff which he might use. After a few moments he found a bad and grabbed it. Suddenly another drop and this time he missed the conveyor belt and hit the floor next to it.
"Ugh, I gotta stop doing this." He slowly stood up and searched for an exit. He saw a ladder which looked like it might be hopeful and he began to climb it. He worked his way up, he reached the surface and pushed open the manhole. He smiled to himself as he put it back into place. He stood admiring his brilliance. That's when he noticed the smell.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 13, 2012 6:06:25 GMT
He let out a small laugh, "Ha, like you'll know what particular 'mech porn' I'd like. I know where ta look don't worry Cap'. Santo, if you’re wondering." Shaking his head he glanced over his shoulder to see her exercise on HIS ladder. With a smirk, he decided to stand against the engine, fold his arms across his chest and watch her manoeuvre herself up and down in a lift. “Nice ass Cap’.”
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 13, 2012 6:16:35 GMT
"You should know insubordination and churlish comments result in death on this ship, Morgan," said Lin wryly, not seeming put off by the rather typical comment, pulling herself up again. "You should keep your eyes on things you're ever likely to get your hands on, like these old bits of metal."
Flashing a smirk, she pulled herself up again and used the momentum to begin to hoist herself out of the engine room.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 13, 2012 6:26:03 GMT
Morgan smirked and watched as she hauled herself up and out of the room. "If it was I'd be dead already. Maybe ya like havin' me around?" Smirk still on his face, he turned back to the project he'd abandoned and shook his head. He'd need to make a temporary solution to the rotation couplets. Looking through his box of 'junk' as the Cap and others often referred to his box of spare parts, he managed to gather up two small circular hollow tubes that were no longer than a couple of centimetres.
Soldering iron in hand, he pulled a lever that stopped the engine moving temporarily so that he could remove the broken rotation couplet’s and replace them with his jerry rigged replacement.
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Post by Luna Tsukino on Jan 13, 2012 12:49:10 GMT
"Boss!" the shout echoed throughout the ship, a dark haired girl stomped into the dining hall and looked around, where was everyone? "Boss?" she called again, "Sis?" she called wondering if she'd actually get a response any time soon, from anyone. June collapsed on one of the more comfortable chairs in the hall and sighed, her short messy hair pretty much covered her blue eyes. She wasn't wearing much, a short dirty shirt tied in a knot just below her bust, torn jeans shorts that barely covered her arse and tall black lace up boots that reached just upto her knees. She had a couple of pistols strapped to holsters around her thighs and a small knife just visable in the rim of her left boot. She had very little to actually do on the ship, and at times she got bored; very bored. Not moving the hair from her eyes, or moving from the most comfortable spot she could find on the chair, she took a deep breath and shouted again at the top of her lungs "BOSS!"
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Post by Taya on Jan 13, 2012 15:35:11 GMT
Deryn looked out the view port at stars around them with a smile. Flying. Nothing in the verse could top that in her mind. With one hand on the steering column, the short haired blonde sighed in contentment. Her free hand grabbed the com,
"Heading, Captain?" she asked in to the crackling handset. The others were interested in the worlds or the jobs the Valhalla visited or did. But Deryn's favorite part of any job was when she thrusted the engines up and out of atmo. The feel of flying off free coursed in her veins.
Her mother and sisters never understood that back on Persephone. They were always trying to stuff her into pink frilly dresses and make a proper lady of her. But she was too much like her father to be bothered with such nonsense as parties and things. As a reminder of her father, she always wore his brown leather pilot's jacket. Underneath, was a gray sleeveless top and brown high waisted trousers that met black boots at her calves. Her suspenders frequently hung down from her waistband and were unused.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 13, 2012 16:32:52 GMT
Lin growled lowly and stomped through the ship towards the mess room, stopping only briefly to speak into a communicator.
"Pull her in to Santo, Deryn."
Without issuing another word she strode into the mess hall, strands falling from the bun her hair was tied into and framing her face.
"WHAT?!"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 13, 2012 18:05:31 GMT
Satisfied that the rotation couplet replacements were not going to break anytime soon, Morgan finished cobbling together a replacement for the grav thrusts. This was set to the side, next to the engine for immediate retrieval when it was necessary. Which, he hoped wasn’t anytime soon.
He sighed and grabbed the list of things that needed to be done, the list had been put together by every member of the crew, telling him of the problems that needed fixing. The thing he’d put at the top was the stoves in the galleys; nobody liked to eat cold food.
Grabbing his bag of tools he hunkered himself out of the engine room and marched through the ship until he entered the galley. June’s voice shouting around the ship had caught his attention first and when he entered the room he found her sitting in a chair looking all manners of frustrated. “Quit hollerin’! Don’t tell me ya’r bored. Again.”
Shaking his head with a smirk he walked over to the stoves and proceeded to unplug it and pull it out from the wall to get a better look. “Hell, if ya’ need somethin’ to do I can think of a thing or two.” He offered her a grin and winked before turning back to the stoves.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Jan 13, 2012 18:20:48 GMT
"Right so what have you got then?" Riley asked the bag in his hand. He liked talking to things, he'd sometimes imagine them talking back in his head. I mean after all if you can't find people to have an intellectual conversation with you may as well talk to anything that won't try to sell you a piece of some kind of animal. In Riley's case, it was anything he could find. He began to open the bag.
"Well Riley for you I have a...." He paused for a moment as he pulled out was of the most beautiful necklaces he had ever seen. It glistened in the harsh sunlight and reflected unnatural colours due to the gem stones which had been crafted into it.
"Hello beautiful... I'm going to call you.... Sarah. You are coming with me." Smiling he placed the necklace back in the bag and dug around some more. A lot of what else was in the bag was actually various cloth that would probably fetch him a few coin could he find someone with enough money to buy it off him. But it was the last object he found that intrigued him most of all. In his hands was a blanket and as he unraveled it he found a knife at it's center. Like the necklace the knife was crafted for beauty not practicality. But his attention hadn't really picked up on that... He was too fixated on the bloody that covered the tip of the blade.
"Well that explains why you were where you were..." Riley was in a difficult position now, if he got caught with this stuff he might get in trouble... but...
"No sense letting you guys go to waste though is there..." He jumped up for joy. His next task was to sell the cloth and buy some clothes that didn't remind him of his previous adventure. He also needed something to mask the smell...
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 13, 2012 18:36:06 GMT
"I swear to God, I'm going to tape her mouth shut and tape your trousers shut, and maybe for once I'll get some peace and quiet around here," muttered Lin darkly, loitering in the doorway as she looked to Jane for an explanation of the blood-curdling screams she'd been emitting.
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