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


Good to have you back Robert.

We have a Batcave!

Posted on 2013-11-27 at 06:52:40.
Edited on 2013-11-27 at 06:55:27 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, InsideRocinante, 9:20 am PT


Everything was comprised of pieces. There were pieces in Roc that kept her in the sky--pieces that were missing that meant they couldn’t fly--and pieces of each individual. The crew were pieces, the passengers of the Star were pieces, the available resources on the planet were pieces. Even the mercenaries were pieces, but the biggest piece on the board was Time. As he made his way back through Roc towards the shuttle Wyatt reflected on the pieces--all of the pieces.

The mercenaries were coming. Of that he was certain. They couldn’t pass up the barrel-shoot they’d arranged, and to them the crew of Roc weren’t much of a threat. So, it didn’t make sense for them to run, or even wait things out. They were most certainly going to be on the move, if they weren’t already. Then there were the patients that WIllow had to care for. Even Sifu was injured. Knowing Willow as he did, the captain was positive that he wasn’t going to be able to get her to leave their side for long; if even at all. The passengers were all wild cards and unpredictable. At least one of them was a mole feeding information off-planet, or trying to, and a sabator. Which led to the ship. Roc was dead in the water. Without the coil they wouldn’t be lifting off even if they did manage to repair the other damage. The only thing Roc was good for right now was shelter and a point of interest for the mercs. Then there was the crew...the crew…Bie Woo Long! The crew each only knew bits and pieces, and Wyatt had been so caught up in trying to stay on top of everything that he’d completely failed to include them in any of the planning process, let alone make sure that they all had an understanding of their roles.

Placing a hand on the steel beam to his left, Captain Sung stopped mid-step and allowed his head to drop for just a moment. Wolf was so close on his heels that the big man bumped into his right shoulder before stopping himself.

“Wolf,” Sung lifted his head and turned his tired eyes on the mechanic. “Go with Tess to get John. We don’t need that turbine anymore. Get back here as soon as possible and meet me in the kitchen.”

(OOC: Assuming there isn’t any argument.)

With Fenris and Tess on their way to collect John from the processor plant, Wyatt returned to find Willow and Ma. He wasn’t keen on using coms at this point in time just in case the enemy’s tech was good enough to intercept, so he relied on his booted feet to take him where he needed to be.

“Willow, Ma? If’n you got a minute t’ spare, I’m gatherin’ the crew to the kitchen for a bit of planning.”

(OOC: Once the crew is gathered…everyone but Jessy--sorry, trust still hasn’t been built so Wyatt will rely on Asher to relay to her what she needs to know.)

“First, let me just say that I’m sorry I didn’ do this sooner. Now onto the grit.

“My plan is t’ split the merc forces amongst multiple possible locations where the case could be buried. We’ve got them overly-bright boys buildin’ us some makeshift bombs t’ use at the sites. I want Asher and that grifter that was carryin’ one o’ them to scout out some good locations and set it up t’ look like we buried the case there. We’ll rig some o’ the explosives t’ blow into the faces o’ the mercs using tripwires.

“I’m scrappin’ the repairs on Roc jus’ now. WIthout that coil we can’t do nothin’. So we need t’ find a way t’ get off-planet an’ take the merc’s command ship. That has t’ be a long-range spacecraft, and once we do that we can pick up the parts we need fer Roc an’ come back for her. As I see it, this plan still has some loose ends. For one, someone is performin’ the espionage on Roc that’s put us dry an’ high. That person, or a team of people, is likely also tied int’ the mercs. Now, I’ve enlisted Matherson an’ his men t’ search these rats out--I know, I know,” Wyatt held up his hands to forestall any comments. “It’s as likely as not that Matherson is behind all this as well, but by placin’ him in charge o’ something we can hopefully figure out whether ‘r not this is the case. All the same, we got t’ be aware o’ this particular challenge.

“Second, we got t’ give the mercs reason to check all the sites at once so that they actually do split up. An’ third, we gotta figure out where to put the case. Finally, we gotta figure out how t’ hijack tha’ ASREV, make it back to the base ship, an’ take that from highly-trained, blood-thirsty mercenaries.

“Aside from those minor points,” Wyatt scanned the faces before him. “I was figurin’ on Ma an’ Willow stayin’ with the patients in the medbay. Sifu is with the passengers, but I don’t like jus’ leavin’ the li’l guy alone with that lot. But we’re gonna need all the guns we got here when it comes right down to it. So, I’m open to suggestions. Because right now, I’m about t’ send Tess and--what’s-her-name?--Jessy?--to the caves t’ back Sifu up, an’ make sure Matherson an’ his boys stay in line. That’d leave me, Asher, Wolf, John, an’ Ma t’ take care of whatever firefight erupts here when the mercs show. So, if’n anyone has any better ideas, now’s the time t’ speak up, because Time...well, she ain’t on our side.”


Posted on 2013-11-25 at 05:21:31.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The captain has been derelict in his duties...


I shall remedy that immediately.

Posted on 2013-11-25 at 04:28:45.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Um...


I'm more worried about the aliens that accompany people with names like that. Welcome back, Celeste.

Posted on 2013-11-17 at 04:01:04.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oh.


Well, seeing as how I didn't know about that, and I was figuring something laser-oriented. I'll leave the thoughts of Wyatt Sung as they stand, flawed though they may be.

Cool knowledge though.

Posted on 2013-11-12 at 04:24:49.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I brought it to his attention...


And he said he'd make a post right pronto. I think he's gotten a little busy with school, work, the extra classes he signed up for, and a girlfriend. However, as he is my son, I have sufficiently beat him to show my displeasure at his negligence. The beating was so bad that the bruises should be visible in his profile.

Roger, I hope that my latest post didn't screw anything up.

Posted on 2013-11-10 at 05:16:34.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, InsideRocinante, 9:10 am PT


“Captain,” Matherson said. “I never wanted to be in this situation but I am glad that we have you and your crew right now. My men are at your disposal and I will help out anyway I can. When this is over, if we are all standing, I’d love the chance to do business with you without the threat of dying involved.”

Wyatt managed to smile past the disgust he felt over anyone who would create something as vile as the drug that had controlled that poor girl’s urges--not to mention Captain Sung’s. He could hear Eden’s soft admonition telling him not to fight too many battles at once. When he was younger--when he’d had hope--he’d also been rather hot-headed and prone to being too eager to face down anyone and everything, and it didn’t matter how many had come at him. Eden had been the initial damper on that behavior with the birth of Eden being the second. The War had put the nail in the coffin.

“When we first landed on this rock we noticed tha’ someone was tryin’ t’ transmit. We stopped the feed as quick as we noticed, but we was able t’ determine tha’ the attempt was bein’ made from somewhere on board. The way I see things, whomever it was that was sending a signal was in cahoots with the mercs that are raisin’ such a stink. I also figure that the culprit is mingling with much finer folk...a wolf in sheep’s clothin’ t’ quote an old sayin’ from Earth That Was. I don’t ‘ave much time t’ find this person what with all the preparations I am needin’ t’ do, but I can’t very well have the Huen Dahn relaying the location o’ all them that are relatively innocent t’ the mercs. Think you an’ yours can root the problem out should you be returned to the rest o’ the passengers? Root them that’s on the inside out an’ make sure they don’t share any more information with our common enemy?” Wyatt explained.

Matherson pondered for a moment and then took the black box out of the case and then took a “diagnostic device” out as well and pocketed it. “This is a receiver for data from the feeders. I should be able to jury rig it to scan for the radio device sending the signals. But what shall I do when I find out? Let’s be honest with each other here – I am not opposed to ending a problem quickly.”

“The problem might jus’ be turned into an advantage, Mr. Matherson,” Sung’s eye lingered on the device for just a bit longer than was, perhaps, prudent. “I’d say jus’ gain control o’ whatever’s causing the static an’ turn it off. Could be useful in the fuure, an’ their man on the inside could have some use ‘imself.”

Wyatt stepped to the door, pausing long enough to thank Matherson for his assistance before making his way out of the room.

Engine Rooms, Rocinante , 9:35 am PT

The captain didn't really have much to offer by way of what he thought was going on, so he tried his best to focus on the task of docking the shuttle. That meant not much in the way of conversation with Wolf and keeping his imagination at bay by needlessly running through the docking sequence. Once the shuttle had settled and the docking clamps were back in place, hit the comm again.

"Where are you, Willow? I'm back."

(Assuming a “in the engine room. Come quickly and bring Wolf")

There was no mistaking the urgency in Willow’s tone. With everything else that was going on that sense of pressure put fire to the captain’s heels. He made it to the engine room in no time with Wolf right on his heels. As they entered the room Wyatt heard the mechanic sniff like he was at Ma’s dinner table. The compression coil was gone, vanished except a whole lot of dust.

“Wo detain, a.” Captain Sung breathed as he stared at the empty space where his ship’s compression coil should be. The dust…Could that be the disintegrated coil? There was no use asking Wolf if they had a spare coil lying around. Wyatt was fairly familiar with parts inventory, and if he hadn’t been the mechanic’s reaction would have been telling enough. Wyatt also knew enough about Roc to know that they wouldn’t find the replacement part in the processor plant, or on the merc’s ASREV. They were definitely humped.

Eden’s voice came to him again in quiet chastisement. ”This isn’t the enemy knockin’ at your door right now, qin ài de. Focus on what’s in front of you.” It was a hard thing to fight against the pull of total and utter despair, but Eden’s ghost and the constant realization that his crew relied on him for stoic leadership won out in the tug-a-war.

“All right,” he chuckled. “So, this is zhen daomei. But what ain’t? This is our lot, right here, right now. Ain’t nothin’ can be done ‘bout this right now. But I tell ya what we are going to do. We’re going to move forward with our plan an’ try t’ trap these niao shi de dugui in such a way as t’ give us the edge. Once we’re good an’ sure that they ain’t going t’ chop off our tender bits no more...well, that’s when we turn our attention t’ these particulars. Dohn la ma?

“One last thing,” Sung put a calming hand on Willow’s shoulder. “I need you t’ speak with Matherson, Mei Mei. Let him know t’ be careful in his search for the device jammin’ our signal. Whoever’s got it ‘as likely as not is the one that’s done this fine job o’ ship surgery.”

Pointing at the dust, Captain Sung met the eyes of each of his crew--his family--for a moment. “If I were a betting man, I’d lay down odds tha’ this here patch o’ moondust is our missin’ coil, an’ that means whoever our mystery surgeon is likely has some sort o’ tech capable o’ disintegratin’ any amounts o’ who knows what. An’ that just seems like a helluvah way t’ die.”

His big speech aside, Sung wasn’t all too certain that Matherson wasn’t behind this whole thing. Using the man to seek out the perpetrator was as much a test as a desperate need for additional hands, but so far--aside from the mercenaries--he was the only one showing off any advanced Core tech. And that made him the most prime of suspects. This particular game of chess was really putting Wyatt’s skills to the test. He just hoped he wouldn’t be put in any situation where he’d be required to sacrifice a pawn. He was never good at determining one piece of his game as higher value than another, and hated that particular role of leadership beyond all others.

“Secure the engine room. Ain’t no one but crew t’ get inside, dohn ma?”

(OOC: Aside from the possibility of further conversation or questions, Wyatt will wrap the meeting up in the engine room and drag Wolf back to the shuttle to continue their mission.)

Posted on 2013-11-10 at 05:14:32.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: That's a good point...


I'll bring it to his attention.

Posted on 2013-11-07 at 00:50:37.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Big bomb...or missile...


I'd prefer a missile. We don't really have any idea where a ship will set down.

I'm sorry to correct you, Roger, but Connor is my second boy who opted out playing a girl originally. Giddeon is the one playing John, and he's just waiting for something to post to.

Posted on 2013-11-06 at 03:03:16.

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


Coiled again!

Posted on 2013-11-04 at 02:56:10.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thank you for the time frames.


I've posted. I returned Wyatt to the ship, but didn't know whether Willow would meet them, or ask him to come to the engine room and didn't want to get too far ahead of things. So, I'll watch for a post from you, Cathy, and then move along as necessary.

Roger, would the coil off of the ASRAV work as a replacement for the one missing on Roc?

Posted on 2013-11-02 at 23:15:58.
Edited on 2013-11-02 at 23:16:36 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: 9:25 Shuttle, Moon's Surface


Survival made bedfellows out of the strangest people, but that didn't mean that Wyatt trusted anyone other than his crew. Relying on Matherson was a gambit he wasn't thrilled about, and it pained him to be forced into the situation. He also wasn't exactly excited about the wartime tactics he was being forced to employ. The War had ended for most, and so long as Wyatt managed not to act like he was still at war, it hung out in the darkest recesses of his mind allowing him to be on leave for a while. This whole situation was bringing him right back to the front lines and that stirred up all kinds of syrupy emotions from what led him into the war to the atrocities he'd been witness to once he'd signed up. Here he was in another near hopeless situation where the only way out was to blow chunks of mud and people away. It did not sit well with the captain. But, as usual, he kept his polluted thoughts to himself as he boarded the shuttle and dropped behind the controls, Wolf in the copilot's seat. As near as Wyatt could tell his mechanic seemed intent on the prospect of getting the parts they needed from the processing plant and returning with John to repair Roc. And Wyatt was just fine with that.

Firing up the engines, Sung checked the telemetry and fuel gauges. He disengaged the docking clamps by flipping an overhead switch and eased back on the throttle, lifting the smaller vessel from its cradle in Roc's side. Forty-feet in the air, he pressed the accelerator forward and allowed the g-forces to press him back into the cushioned seat.

"Captain-san, it's Willow. We need to speak. Urgently. Please respond with your location."

Wyatt sighed and activated the comm unit, "I'm in the shuttle with Wolf. We've just left Roc. Can this wait?"

(OOC: Assuming a no, all things considered...)

"Well," he tried another approach. "Tell me what's what then, Sheh Sheh."

(OOC: Assuming something about not wanting to talk over the radio about what's gone down...)

Glancing at Wolf, Wyatt felt his stomach go cold from the interior through to the lining. Willow's tone was one of a woman collected, a calculated conversationalist, and that meant that whatever she was dealing with was something that either scared her, or really concerned her. She was fighting to not reveal too much, and if Wyatt hadn't known her so well he would have likely fallen for it.

"Alright, Mei Mei," Sung turned the shuttle about and punched in the docking codes. "I'm heading back now."

The captain didn't really have much to offer by way of what he thought was going on, so he tried his best to focus on the task of docking the shuttle. That meant not much in the way of conversation with Wolf and keeping his imagination at bay by needlessly running through the docking sequence. Once the shuttle had settled and the docking clamps were back in place, hit the comm again.

"Where are you, Willow? I'm back."

Posted on 2013-11-02 at 23:14:48.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Help me.


I'm lost. I don't know where I am. Help me.

Just watched Gravity...the Black scares me now.

Posted on 2013-10-26 at 05:56:33.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Um...


Where am I?

Posted on 2013-10-25 at 05:47:02.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Still here...


Just letting people know I am still around.

Posted on 2013-10-15 at 02:20:12.

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


Just trying to do your game justice, my friend.

Posted on 2013-10-02 at 23:40:49.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I've posted.


No one's waiting on me now.

Posted on 2013-10-02 at 16:33:57.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, Inside Rocinante, 9:00 am PT


What do I do with this one, Eden? Wyatt eyed the woman before him with calm consideration. She was definitely skilled in subterfuge, possibly even espionage and other more clandestine knowledge. He didn’t fancy the idea of her being left to her own devices, and in their situation he couldn’t very well have an able body locked up. Perhaps her skillset could be put to use and at the same time involving her could potentially keep her out of trouble. Well, Sung mentally sighed. I guess there’s nothing to it, but t’ set this wheel turnin’.

“Miss,” he straightened and stepped partway through the doorway. “I’ll send Asher on in t’ gather you up. I figure you wantin’ t’ help might jus’ be right up alongside what he’s suppose t’ be about. That’s if’n you don’t mind getting a little dirt under those pretty li’l fingernails.”

(OOC: Assuming some final response affirming that she’s still willing to help…)

“Fine then. Stay put until the Kid shows up. He’ll have instructions for you.” That being said, Wyatt stepped out the door and closed it once more. He made sure it was locked from the outside before stepping over to the intercom unit and keying up the ship-wide. “Asher, come on up t’ the passenger quarters and allow the young Miss here t’ help you be about your business.”

Pausing for a moment, Wyatt stole away the resolve he needed to keep his personal feelings at bay concerning the gentleman he was about to confront. After all, the man had knocked him unconscious with his boomstick. Once he was sure that his iron will was firmly between his anger and his intent, Sung entered the room where Matherson was waiting for him. Neither of the bodyguards were with him which struck Wyatt as odd but remembered Willow asked them to help her with Havelock. Sung’s hand was close to his Colt entered the room, but not so much that it was immediately threatening.

“Good mornin’ to you,” Wyatt offered up by way of a cheerful greeting. “We’ve no’ had the opportunity t’ really get introduced properly. I’m Captain Wyatt Sung, an’ this here boat--this here crew--well, they’re my responsibility. Imagine my displeasure when we’re actin’ on all sorts of good faith rescuing kind folk such as yerself, and then there’s all this fuss over these little cases that brings a boatload of hurt on me an’ mine. Not t’ mention all the other fine and fancy folk we picked off that liner.

“I don’ normally poke my nose in others business, but seein’ how this situation is about as Soh Ya Feh Tian, as it can be, I figured I need t’ know as much as possible. So, I’m askin’ you in the most polite o’ fashions t’ be cooperative.

“What’s in your case?”

Matherson stood up and nodded respectfully, "Captain Sung, believe me when i say I have no wish to be a burden to you and your crew. Events have played out in the last 24 hours that were never of anyone's intentions, least of all mine. As to the contents of the case--I am a researcher with the Blue Sun Medical Division and the case contains a series of experimental diagnostic instruments that are being tested for effectiveness. I am personally responsible for the equipment and the loss of the case would be...quite disastrous to me and my company.”

Figures, Wyatt thought, eyeballing the gentleman and not believing a word concerning the benign nature of the objects in the case. All the same, he wanted to get to the bottom of things as quickly as possible and he couldn’t do so without knowing for certain what was contained within the case. Resting his right palm on the butt of his Colt, Wyatt slowly offered over the silver case he’d picked back up in the hall where he’d left it momentarily while he was conversing with the young woman in an evening gown.

"I am not sure the equipment will mean anything to you. But if it will mean getting to keep my case..." Matherson tumbles the combination with ease and the clicks the release which let go with a thud and a hiss, "These Newtech cases are excellent. Bulletproof, blast proof, shielded from radiation or gas. No wonder the musician had one for his violin."

Opening the case, Matherson shows Wyatt what is inside. The insides are lined with foam and twelve instruments are nestled within the foam along with another black unit that has a display and controls on it. Wyatt has never seen the black box before, but he is all too familiar with the "diagnostic equipment." The twelve are all the same as the device Miss Amber stuck Wyatt with not too long ago that lead to an embarrassing situation and thoughts that weren't natural seeping into Wyatt's head.

Wo Bu Shin Wo Dah Yan Jing, Wyatt silently exclaimed while the anger he had steeled himself against battered at his resolve. The Guay Tuh Guay Nown Huen Dahn is behind the whole mess with that li’l girl! The turmoil he was feeling on the inside was completely masked by his cool exterior. He had felt first hand the effects of those devices and the last thing he wanted was to be pricked by one again. Matherson was very close and there was a chance he could utilize one should it come right down to it. Wyatt was confident that he could draw his weapon fast enough if needs be, but he didn’t want to risk it. Alternatively, he didn’t want something like these experimental love potions to start showing up on every backwater brothel and bar--then again, he could feel the aftertaste of the desire he had experienced, the pure euphoria and lack of regard for propriety. It called to him to sample the experience again. Maybe it would be better. A little more and he could achieve a type of freedom he’d been seeking since the death of Eden and Summer. A Bai Li Mohn, he thought savagely mentally shaking himself from the thoughts of the impossible. Now’s not the time t’ face this man down ‘bout this Mi Tian Gohn. There’s bigger fish t’ fry.

“Mr. Matherson,” Wyatt did everything he could to keep the way he felt about the man and his devices from his voice. “I don’ much care ‘bout no medical diagnosis equipment, but the case could be mighty helpful in dealin’ with these mercenaries. If’n you don’t mind, I’d like t’ borrow it. I’ll return it in as good as condition as I can.

“Now, you an’ your two helpful sidekicks have proven mighty resourceful since I’ve met you. And it could be that y’all could be jus’ as resourceful in this game o’ poker we’re playin’ with those that are after the violin. If’n you’re willin’ t’ help, then I could use some assistance with a matter that could mean the difference between life an’ death for the lot of us.”

(OOC: Assuming a vested interest in what he and his men can do to help…)

“When we first landed on this rock we noticed tha’ someone was tryin’ t’ transmit. We stopped the feed as quick as we noticed, but we was able t’ determine tha’ the attempt was bein’ made from somewhere on board. The way I see things, whomever it was that was sending a signal was in cahoots with the mercs that are raisin’ such a stink. I also figure that the culprit is mingling with much finer folk...a wolf in sheep’s clothin’ t’ quote an old sayin’ from Earth That Was. I don’t ‘ave much time t’ find this person what with all the preparations I am needin’ t’ do, but I can’t very well have the Huen Dahn relaying the location o’ all them that are relatively innocent t’ the mercs. Think you an’ yours can root the problem out should you be returned to the rest o’ the passengers? Root them that’s on the inside out an’ make sure they don’t share any more information with our common enemy?”




Posted on 2013-10-02 at 16:33:33.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not asking for too much...


I want antipersonnel explosives, and if at all possible I don't want to expend all of the cargo in the process. I want to leave as much of it as we can for delivery. So, if the boys can create some bombs that will deliver a small boom and spread a lot of shrapnel, that's preferable.

I was also hoping that Ma would help watch over the boys as she can be quite intimidating with that shotgun of her's.

Jessy can go with Asher to set up...at least two sites, preferably three. Places that aren't easily scouted from a distance to see that the case isn't there. The enemy forces need to get boots on the ground and right into the trap in order for it all to work. They can't perform a flyover and see there's no case. That'd be rather useless for us.

As for the ASREV, well, I'm thinking we need something a bit more crippling, and since we don't know where they will land specifically, we'll have to come up with something more on the fly.

Posted on 2013-09-29 at 05:38:13.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Do I?


Should I post anything further, Roger? Or are you good to go?

Posted on 2013-09-22 at 20:18:55.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I want...


Ma to watch the boys building the bombs (we need a couple for each camera site if possible, and a couple for near the ship). Nothing says "do it right" like Ma and her shotgun.

Yes. Wyatt has Matherson's case with him. Sorry I didn't post it. Oversight.

Hood needs to take the people to the caves, but I've no problem with Sifu joining them with a comm. Though I want to make sure that it isn't traceable. So, if any one of the crew feels that it is a security risk, then no. No comm. Definitely make sure that Ma's soup goes with them.

In the sake of not complicating any post Roger is putting together, Wyatt will accept Jessy's offer for help. Someone who has the inclinations and skills to manage a con job on the liner is someone with skills Wyatt figures they could use right about now. As for where she can help...she's good at cons, so maybe she can go with Ash to set up the scenes for the other cases.

Did I leave anything out?

Posted on 2013-09-19 at 04:23:08.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, Emergency Landing Field, Outside rear of Rocinante, 8:40 am PT


“Captain,” Jessy began, then paused as if she changed her mind on what to say, “I want to apologize for the trouble I have caused you and your crew. It was never my intention to cause any harm. I just… well bad luck seems to follow me around most of the time.” She took a heavy breath and let it out before she continued, “The case, with the Violin is in your lounge next to your kitchen, behind the sofa.” she said seeming to have to force the words from her mouth as if giving it up was the hardest thing she had ever had to do.

“Now,” she went on with a wan smile, “I would like to help, if you need it, but if you don’t trust me and would prefer me to stay here, I will abide by your wishes and not cause any more trouble.”

Wyatt considered what she had to say. He really didn’t have much reason to trust her, but at the same time they weren’t exactly outnumbering the mercenaries. And, though he’d definitely rather have her under lock and key considering the trouble she’d brought with her, he couldn’t blame someone for looking out for themself--at the same time, he didn’t condone the concept of everyone else be damned in the process. Still...there was that overwhelming need for more people working against the threat they faced. What was it Eden used t’ say? he wondered. Oh, tha’s right. More hands mean quicker the work. He could practically hear his wife’s cheerful voice admonishing him of this when he refused to hire on hands at their ranch some years back.

“Miss,” Sung refocused his attention on the woman seated before him. “I’ll be honest. We ain’t in the best o’ situations, an’ I’ll be happy fer all the help I can git. How is it you figure you can provide assistance?”




Wyatt’s com crackled to life emitting John’s cautious and impatient voice, "So I've found a suitable turbine. It's gonna take two, possibly three men to remove it and bring it down; so I need you, Wolf, and possible Asher to get back up here as soon as possible. Also, Captain Wyatt, I have some information I'd like to share with you and the rest of the crew that I feel is too sensitive to tell over the comms in case that we are being listened to. So whenever it's possible, I'd like to talk to you face to face."

Captain Sung frowned at the timing and the necessity for additional bodies at the facility. Activating the com, he answered flatly, “I’ll be there shortly with some help. Any way t’ hook somethin’ up t’ the shuttle an’ airlift that thing out so we don’ have t’ carry it?”




“No,” Wolf answered. “No explosives and I can fix an engine but I have no clue as to mixing fertilizer to go bang Captain. I’m a mechanic Captain, not a bloody bomb maker.” Smiling at Wyatt as if privy to a private joke.

“Well then, you gotta figure out how, Wolf. We don’ ‘ave much time.” Wyatt turned to walk away, and then had a thought that prompted him to call out over his shoulder, “Why not see if’n them boys that were so eager t’ see you at work earlier can help with the explosives? I hear tell they are filled with all sorts of smarts.”




Having finished his conversation with Jessy, Wyatt made his way to the finely dressed man who had put him to the ground with whatever fancy device he had built into that walking stick of his. Opening the door, Sung entered the room with his hand close to his Colt, but not so much that he was threatening.

“Good mornin’ to you,” he offered up by way of a cheerful greeting. “We’ve no’ had the opportunity t’ really get introduced properly. I’m Captain Wyatt Sung, an’ this here boat--this here crew--well, they’re my responsibility. Imagine my displeasure when we’re actin’ on all sorts of good faith rescuing kind folk such as yerself, and then there’s all this fuss over these little cases that brings a boatload of hurt on me an’ mine. Not t’ mention all the other fine and fancy folk we picked off that liner.

“I don’ normally poke my nose in others business, but seein’ how this situation is about as Soh Ya Feh Tian, as it can be, I figured I need t’ know as much as possible. So, I’m askin’ you in the most polite o’ fashions t’ be cooperative.

“What’s in your case?”




“Wolf,” Wyatt called out as he took the stairs down into the bay three at a time, using the rails to help propel him along. “Let’s get a move on. Where’s Ash?” Locating the young gunfighter, Wyatt removed the case he’d retrieved from behind the couch from underneath his arm and tossed it to Asher. “There’s yer prop.”

Sliding into the passenger seat of the mule, Wyatt set his shotgun in his lap and settled his hat more firmly on his head. “Let’s go. We’ve not got all day. Guhn Kwai.”


Posted on 2013-09-13 at 16:39:54.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry for the delays...


Been working my tail end off on contract work. Now I look funny without a hiney.

I'm going to go ahead and make another post following up on the interaction.

Posted on 2013-09-13 at 16:15:31.
Edited on 2013-09-13 at 16:44:44 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The Con is Over.


So, I'm tired...dog tired. I'm through with 2013's Salt Lake City Comic Con. I only attended one afternoon, but it was sold out, crowded, and made me really tired. I did, however, get to talk with Tracy Hickman (who was wearing a Serenity t-shirt) and gave him my business card. He said he's working on a kickstarter and needs some artists, so he was glad to receive my information. It helps that he's a good friend of my mother as well. I also dropped my card with a number of additional authors, so I may be picking up some more art contracts. All-in-all it was a lot of fun, and very productive for me.

So, mixing chemicals...wouldn't the onboard database have information available concerning mixtures, and the like? After all, I can find it on the Internet, and the onboard DB is supposed to be pretty comprehensive. Barring that, maybe one of the people like Havelock or Hood can help. Either way, we've got to figure out as it is an instrumental part of the plan. Blow up the extra troops that go to our decoy locations, and eliminate the opposition.

Posted on 2013-09-08 at 03:14:20.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry for delayed responses.


I am at Comic Con and will have to try to find some time to respond more fully Sunday.

Posted on 2013-09-07 at 05:32:09.

 


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