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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Tann...
Download OpenOffice. It's free and it should be able to open Works formatted files. If not, it is OpenSource and there's likely a plugin for it that will. After that, I'd suggest you use Google Drive. Just a suggestion. 
Posted on 2015-02-18 at 20:52:28.
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Topic: Olan's Birthday
Subject: Happy irfday!
Posted on 2015-02-11 at 23:10:19.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: OK...
I'll check back later then. 
Posted on 2015-02-05 at 16:02:00.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Best wishes to Tann...
I've made my post!
Looking forward to seeing what pans out with this one. Any wagers on the length of time to completion for this adventure?
Posted on 2015-01-18 at 00:14:54.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Day 1, Serenity View’s Spaceport, 6:00 PM PT
Jaw set and prepared to take the events on Hera steadfast and headon, Wyatt Sung is somewhat surprised to take a deep breath of memories that stirred his innards and stalled his forward motion. Scent-stimulated paralysis is not what he is expecting when the cargo bay doors open. Squinting into the summer light he forces one wooden leg forward and then the next until he is in full motion, Willow and Asher at his side.
The Triple S Ranch bore the same sorts of smells for the most part--of course, the sawdust and fuel wasn't a part of it, but the grasses and the sweet seasonal air was. That weighed his legs down like his boots was filled with the casings of all those rounds that had ended so many lives on this ball of mud. The hairy man in a skimpy swimsuit sitting in the lawnchair outside of the impossibly square Beowulf Class just inside their line of passage somehow hurried that walking through mud feeling right away, and the conversation between the unfortunate who had to be the captain of such a vessel and the walking ball of fur is stowed in the file Captain Sung had for things not of immediate interest.
People are about their business in droves, and they seem none too concerned about the mockery their entire town is making of the Unification War and the sacrifices made. That bothers Sung. It churns up his gall and causes him to scowl in an unfriendly enough manner that no one so much as met his gaze on their jaunt through the streets of Serenity Views. Willow was another matter. They couldn't help but look at her, pretty and all gussied up as she is. Still, no trouble found them. A lady such as her accompanied by two roughnecks didn't garner much in the way of unwanted attention.
Wyatt admits to himself that he isn't surprised the Sheriff has been shut down. "Alliance won't have no local law when they're about," he mutters as he waves Asher away from the knothole. "We best be on t' Morningstar's place. The less we have t' spend time in this circus, the better."
During the War, Wyatt had made three blockade runs to deliver medical supplies to areas no one else would fly. One such trip resulted in him carting four and a half soldiers back to base for emergency medical treatment after their platoon had found a series of landmines. The odd thing was that three of the four and a half died before Wyatt had set down. The fourth died on the operating table while the fellow that had lost his legs and an arm lived. The sight of these young, cavalier hotheads playing with mines (even practice mines) set Wyatt's skin crawling.
"Jordan! Slow down!" A big man in camouflage pants and a tight white t-shirt calls out.
"I'm gonna beat your record sir!" the young man calls out but as he does the device in front of him makes a loud click and sprays green paint into his face.
"There are no records in landmine defusing Jordan. Now what just happened?"
"The wires were ..."
"No! What just happened?"
"I died."
"You died Jordan. That means you ain't going home. I have to go to your house and tell your mom you ain't coming home. I don't want to do that Jordan. She is a sweet woman and I love her dearly."
"Sorry sir."
"Shut up Jordan, you're dead," He turns to the others, "No one does speed records! You are paid by the hour not the landmine. Jordan, go wash up! Everyone else reset and start again."
The big man sees you coming over and walks over to greet you. He smiles and offers his hand, "Hello. I'm Connors. Can I help you?"
Wyatt takes his hand and responds to the smile with a dip of his head, "Howdy. Name's Wyatt Sung, Captain of Rocinante. This here is Willow, our ship doc, an' the kid is Asher. Public relations. We was told t' visit Mr. Morningstar on touchin' down t' get the lay o' the land ‘fore we set out t' make good our delivery. He isn't, by chance, available fer a bit?"
Posted on 2015-01-18 at 00:13:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: They are awesome!
Thanks Roger.
I have posted to catch up with everyone's marvelous contributions!
Posted on 2015-01-10 at 13:58:25.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Uh-oh... Trouble and we haven't even got off the ship!
Foul moods were prone to blossom when Wyatt found himself faced with practically anything having to do with the Alliance, but when it was presented in such an unbelievably crass way his mood went straight to hell. By the time he encounters Willow, Captain Sung is itching for a fight, but not with her. There are three women in the Verse who can back Wyatt Sung off an angry binge. All of them could do it with a look--didn't need words. Eden had a way about her that softened his heart; melted the anger away. Ma had a motherly way about her looks that made Wyatt feel chastised for bad behavior. Willow made Wyatt see reason. So, even before a word escaped her mouth he knew that he was in for a change in mind; no matter how much he didn't want to. There's no arguing logic.
She took in Wyatt's outfit, then Asher's extra-ordinary amount of ordinace, and the belligerent defiance on both their faces. oh no, this will not do at all
"Are we going to some costume party I don't know about?" she may have startled them with her cold, sharp tone, but she didn't much care. This was about Havelock, not their wounded pride.
"If I recall, we are here to ask for help in finding safe passage through Serenity Valley in order to bury our friend. We may have clearance to bury him there, but it's on this Morningstar's indulgence that we'll get any maps through the buried ordinance there, and you too look like you are about to spit on the man's meal ticket. That's presuming we can even get that far through town before you pick a fight or two. "
"What's more important here? Thumbing your nose (or waving other digits) at the Alliance or doing Havelock right and respecting his last wish?"
"Now, I said nothin' 'bout stirring anything up Willow," Wyatt muttered, though he knew that she wouldn't buy the excuse. "Still... you're right. Best we assess the odds 'fore placing a bet--though it ain't nearly the fun."
Smacking Asher in the chest with the back of his right hand, Wyatt turned and made his way back towards his room saying, "C'mon Kid. Let's get t' lookin' a little more in line with the sorts tha' Miss Willow'd be seen with."
Returning to his bunk, Sung removed near everything Browncoat paraphernalia except what was normal in his wear and his red kerchief. Readjusting his mesh shirt so it rested more comfortably, he stopped and stared at his stone-faced expression for a moment in his dingy mirror.
Hard lines, deep set skyblue eyes, jet black goatee and mustaches all set beneath the low brim of his hat. In his heart, he still felt like he was a young man, but in his head and by outward appearance, he was worn like the leather of a often-used holster.
Taking in a deep breath he gave the picture of elephants by the ladder a quick tap before returning to the cargo bay.
Seeing Willow again, he spreads his hands and raises his eyebrows. "Do I pass inspection?" It isn't a snotty question, delivered as it is with a wry smile. He still feels the tension in him at the thought of having to deal with so much Purple, but he would be damned if he let his crew down.
Posted on 2015-01-10 at 13:56:27.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: and yet...
We have a sheriff and an Alliance outpost? Hot diggity! Never tell me the odds.
Ok, so the plan will be the crew dispersed as outlined while leaving our passenger to "relax" and make our way to see Virgil.
Any objections?
Posted on 2015-01-02 at 18:49:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm stoopid...
Sorry Roger... I was mixing things up in my foggy little head.
Ok, so instead of Marshall, think Virgil Morningstar. I don't know that Wyatt would be all that thrilled with making a purposeful visit to a Sheriff's office anyway. But taking a face-to-face with the Town Chieftain is an interesting way to get the lay of the land. Not to mention, that if this foggy brain of mine remembers correctly, we were told that we'd need to check in with him anyway. So, that would be the plan. Unless, that is, anyone has any objections.
Posted on 2014-12-22 at 15:18:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Theraflu is not worth it...
The docs say that it will only remove about 12 hours from the duration and 12 hours isn't worth the $130 it costs. Thanks Obama...
It is hard to believe that the game has been going this long. It is the sign of a great game!
So, I'm thinking that we have the following people on this little soiree:
- Wyatt
- Willow (to work the cryochamber and to be the voice of reason)
- Asher (because his job is public relations)
That leaves the following with the ship:
- Wolf (with instructions to replenish anything that was used up along the way)
- Ma
- Jade (to help Wolf and to keep her ear to both the Cortex and the local chatter)
We take our personal ship-linked handsets for communication, and we go armed for bear without being too conspicuous.
That means that Wyatt will take his service revolver, he'll be wearing his ballistic mesh, his derringer, his combat knife, but will leave his shotgun.
The three of us leaving the ship will go to the Marshall's.
Posted on 2014-12-21 at 19:38:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I have just been diagnosed with the flu...
Ick... hack hack, cough cough.
Good assumption Roger, and has it really been that long? It doesn't seem that way. Well, here's to six more, and may we fly long beyond that!
Ody, I thought I told you to get better...
We need to decide if Willow is going to wait to pursue the location of the companion until Havelock is buried, or if she feels it is too urgent to wait. Then we'll be able to determine who's going where in my opinion.
Posted on 2014-12-21 at 14:29:21.
Edited on 2014-12-21 at 14:31:55 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: All I can say is...
Respect my Authoritay!
Posted on 2014-12-18 at 21:11:36.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Feel better!
That's an order!
Posted on 2014-12-17 at 20:30:34.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Aw... shucks.
Y'all're embarrassing me.
Posted on 2014-12-16 at 22:54:30.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: All righty then...
So, I've raised Pistols to a d12+d2 and Leadership to a d12 Roger. Cathy, if you're game then I'd like to do the following for Roc:
3d Imager for the Infirmary (like in series but a smaller version) - 6000 credits (The book lists this at 2 Million credits which seems ridiculous to me. You can buy an MRI unit now for 150 thousand so I went on that basis.
A bio-lab for Infirmary (for analysing materials) - 200 credits
A portable fusion generator for power backup - 500 credits
I HAVE POSTED!!!
Posted on 2014-12-14 at 17:26:59.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Day 1, Entering Hera's Atmo, 5:30 PM PT
Day 1 (-2)...
Generosity is never lost on Wyatt. He knows what it is like to be surrounded by enemies and has learned the benefits of being surrounded by friends. He has also learned that to overstay one's welcome is never a good thing and though these Law-Types were being cordial, he wasn't eager to test their welcoming presence any further. Once they have the go-ahead, he is determined to break atmo.
Long strides took him up the gangplank to the dangling control box. Taking it in his right hand, Sung puts his thumb over the worn green button and presses. Flashing lights in the cargo bay alert the crew that the captain is ready to get a move on and as soon as the last of them is on the ramp making their way into the belly of the ship, he hits the button a second time starting the ramp to lifting.
The others drift immediately towards their various preferences, but the beautiful and serene Willow draws up near him instead of making her way to her quarters, or off to help Ma, as was her usual habit. The story she shares with him is intriguing. Why would a security officer want an ex-companion to look in on someone when he could just as easily find some merc to do the deed? If someone from the Guild hadn't checked in and they weren't scheduled to, why raise the alarm? It seems more than a little fishy to the bù bèn captain, but Wyatt didn't express his concerns then. He had a couple of days to think on it and not act on gut instinct.
"If'n that's what ya need t' do Mei-Mei, then I'll back yer play," he answered in his slow drawl. "Though I ain't keen on you being about it all a lonesome, so I'd appreciate it if'n you'd give some thought towards doing this thing after we lay Havelock t' rest, an' allowin' me t' accompany you."
Day 1 (-1)...
"There's no place like home," Wyatt mutters as he descends into his room with the soft lullaby of the new engines inviting him to retire for the night. He pulls the latch-door closed as his boot rings on the steps of the ladder and as he drops to the cushioned welcome matt the satisfying suctioning sound of the hatch fully sealing overhead emanates.
Surveying the room he allows a shallow smile to perpertrate his lips. It feels wonderful to be away from the hubbub and in the Black once more, and for a moment the captain of Rocinante is nearly in a giddy state. The elation is chased off by the phantoms of those whom they lost planetside. John was a pompous fellow at times, and Wyatt had found himself leaving the room on occasion when the tech had sauntered in just to avoid interacting, but he was loyal to the crew and the ship right up to the point where he had given up his life to protect them. That held a heavy load of water in Wyatt's book. The two bodyguards had been good men. Wyatt doesn't remember much about them other than they were willing to jump into a fight that wasn't theirs, and they had paid with their lives. That showed character that Sung couldn't dismiss no matter what role they had played prior. Then there was Havelock. The old warhorse had wanted nothing more than to atone for his personal sins in Serenity Valley--perceived, no doubt, by the soldier alone, but Wyatt knew that didn't make the sins any less real in the old man's eyes.
Wyatt walked to the pull-out chair in the wall beneath the hidden writing desk and dropped heavily into it so that he could proceed with removing his worn, dirt brown boots from his aching feet. He owed his life to Havelock. The whole crew owed their lives to Havelock as much as to the Law that came thundering down at such an opportune moment. There hadn't been a night since they left that mudball in the wake of the Alliance ships that he hadn't dreamt the events over and over again; watching Havelock die, seeing that tophat-wearing woman,
Shivering through the memory of that supernatural encounter, Sung pulled the suspenders from his shoulders and rose up from the chair.
"Death waits fer no man," he mutters awash with the surreal vision of the woman who should not have been there. "But I'll see to it tha' yer planted firm with those ya fought t' redeem yerself too, old man. I'll see to it."
Wyatt Sung half walked, half stumbled, to his cot, and within seconds of putting his head to the pillow he was sleeping a deep slumber the likes of which he hadn't since he'd been clubbed in the head by the butt of that Alliance soldier's gun. It was good to be of purpose once again.
Day 1, Entering Hera's Atmo, 5:30 PM PT
Hera is not a place of fond memories for Captain Sung. The Unification War was a defining moment in Wyatt's life, and a good portion of it took place on Hera. Blues and greens filled his vision as much as the memories of the War that Was filled his mind when Jade's announcement that they were nearing the planet brought him to the cockpit and he laid eyes on it for the first time since the conflict. Wyatt stands center in the cockpit, booted feet shoulder width apart, arms folded across his chest, pale eyes staring out the windows at the ball of earth that grew in size before them. He says not a word as the new pilot--a quick one to earn the trust of the crew and to fall right into the mix as though she'd always been there--went through the motions of the landing sequence. Sung let Jade do what she was hired for, never having been one to micromanage.
Turmoil soup was served in his soul and mixed emotions made up the ingredients. The old anger at the Alliance stirred--this was the planet where the War had ended for him. This was the planet where many a good soldier had been abandoned by the brass before the Treaty had been signed.
Wyatt had been on the Celestial Diva when word came across the Cortex that the War was over. It had been him behind the controls with a belly full of much needed munitions, foodstuffs, and some medical equipment. Perry Unca had been in the co-pilot's chair and Davis Oneida had been in the cargo bay with the greenhorn Elvis Shackleton. They were mid-flight, just about to bear down on the anti-aircraft and zero-grav mine belt that was the first line of the barricade that the Alliance had set up to stop the supply line and starve the Browncoats out. It hadn't been near Serenity Valley, but Wyatt had heard what had happened there once he'd returned to base.
Jade experienced a little difficulty with the jokers manning the air traffic control, but Wyatt was confident in the codes they had been given and returned to his memories while she resolved the situation.
"That can't be true," Perry had turned his gaunt face towards Wyatt in dismay when orders came through to surrender. Sung distinctly remembered being confused for a moment before making up his mind.
"Don' matter if'n it is true Puhn yoh. There're many a hungry an' hurtin' ally down in those trenches an' we're gonna see that they get relief before we allow them Purple Bellies t' treat us all t' a long walk with our hands over our heads."
That decision haunts Wyatt to this day. Had he just turned the Celestial Diva around when that call came in Perry, Davis, and Elvis might've still been alive today.
Crackling permission to land at the Cargo Port confirmed that Jade had wrangled the right scissors to cut the red tape. Sung stepped to the left and picked up the mic, activating the intercom system for the ship.
"Serenity Views is moments away," he intoned. "Get yourselves ready people."
Wyatt replaced the mic and seated himself in the co-pilot's chair to strap in for the roughness that was coming their way on reentry. A tickling on the inside of his belly brought him back to the memory of his last days on Hera some while back.
Celestial Diva handled well close to the ground, and Wyatt ran her as close as he could muster to avoid detection, but the problem was that the sensors on board the old girl weren't the best, and sometimes they didn't pick up on enemy movements until they were seeing the light of the missile fire streaming behind the anti-aircraft launchers, or the tracers that accompanied the heavy guns being fired there way. Towards the end there, intel hadn't been much more than practically non-existent so they were running blind as often as not to begin with. A couple of flips of the switches overhead and Wyatt had Celestial Diva running as quiet as she could, but it hadn't been enough as they swept over the ridges and canyons of the Tianna Range. Before they had even come within fifty klicks of the last reported position for the enemy line the crew of Celestial Diva found themselves straining against their seatbelts as Wyatt attempted to avoid being riddled by heavy artillery.
Flames rode over Rocinante's nose and climbed up across the angular cockpit windows in a furious embrace. Jade had the ship pointed in steady as a rock and the atmosphere was protesting something fierce.
A shell exploded just to the right and front of the Celestial Diva giving Wyatt cause to veer sharply to the left.
"It's all good," Perry barked. "I don't need t' keep my breakfast down anyways."
The sky was lighting up with airborne beacons and ground to air weapons fire was making Wyatt's sky mighty full of illuminated tracer rounds. "You wanna drive?" he growled in response as he darted the Celestial Diva down underneath a cliff outcropping upon which sat a mean-looking trailer tripod .50 caliber gun that was spitting lead their way.
"Naw," Unca chuckled good-naturedly. "I don't wanna make you look bad in front o' the greenhorn."
"Gracious of you," Sung replied sarcastically.
Jade leveled off the descent and brought Rocinante into a casual glide towards the bustling growth of Serenity Views. The console in front of Captain Sung was lit up with directions that she had received as to where to put the ship down.
"We're hit!"
The call came over the intercom just moments after Wyatt had felt the impact rattle him through and though. Rolling his eyes towards Unca he was about to make a snide comment about Davis's obvious call from the back when suddenly there was another tremendous rending noise and cold air blasted Wyatt's face. Perry Unca and the entire left side of the cockpit were gone.
"Shensheng de gaowan," Wyatt cursed. The throttle twisted from his grip and the G-forces began to push him back into the captain's chair as the Celestial Diva juked sharply to the right and rolled to her side.
Another explosion rocked the already dying Firefly and Wyatt felt her roll to her back while still twisting about, somersaulting in the air like an awkward gymnast. Straining with everything he had in him, Wyatt reached out for the trembling stick. He knew that he had to right the ship or they were all dead, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of how that was possible.
The Cargo Port came up quickly, all oil and grease-stained concrete with a hundred different machines to handle crates and large shipments, and fifty times that in dock hands and officials. Their port of call put them right between a box that shouldn't by any right be able to fly and a monstrous whale of a cargo ship that made Rocinante look like a toy by comparison. Jade was handling her with skill and ease that relieved Wyatt of having to do anything other than recollect.
Even with the stick in hand he didn't have the strength, and Celestial Diva didn't have the will, to come about. Wyatt knew that they were done for. The black face of a solid rock wall scraped the starboard lacell clean off in a brilliant display of sparks and a cacophony of screaming demonic noises, and then the cockpit was dragged right into the very same wall.
Straining his neck, Sung was able to turn his head just enough to witness the stone tear away the remaining fortifications of the hull to expose the interior, and then, as though disgusted by what it saw within, the cliff flung Celestial Diva away from it in a wickedly accelerating spin. The G-forces expanded to an unbearable amount and Wyatt blacked out.
A cushioning, settling landing was emphasized by the beeping of a system message indicating that they'd set down. Jade immediate set about shutting down the engines, and Wyatt unbuckled and pushed off of the chair. "Well done," he acknowledged giving the back of the pilot's chair a quick pat as was his way before making his way to the hall beyond. He had already armed himself with his new service revolver and was proudly wearing his brown service coat, hat, and practically every other amenity that he could pull from his personal stores that marked him a Browncoat soldier, so there was no need to swing by his bunk on the way out. Just as he reaches the steel grating of the hall's flooring, he pauses and turns to look out the cockpit windows once more.
"Taikong suoyou de xingqiu saijin wo de pigu!" he exclaims at the site of the billboard before them. Spinning on his heel, Wyatt calls down the hall loud enough so that his voice carries throughout the ship, "Ma! You got that old Browncoat regimental flag I can wear as a gorram cape?"
Posted on 2014-12-14 at 17:16:14.
Edited on 2014-12-14 at 17:25:47 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not me!
I don't end up twitchy Roger. I do, however, love the idea of upgrading Roc's infirmary. I hate to be a stinker, but would you mind letting me know the price tag and benefits (in game terms) of the following?
A Sonic Shower
3d Imager for the Infirmary (like in series but a smaller version)
A bio-lab for Infirmary (for analysing materials)
A portable fusion generator for power backup
A security system (cameras in the hallways and cargo bay, passcodes for doors, lockdown commands)
Posted on 2014-11-28 at 21:25:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thank you!
So, in terms of advancement: Wyatt's pistol is at a d12. If I put a point in Pistol that would then be a bonus die advancement of a d2, right? D12 is the highest die you can go without a bonus die situation as I read it in the old manual (need to get a new one).
Posted on 2014-11-25 at 17:55:06.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: A day late...
Sorry, but I was a little late on my post.
So, the three advancement points. Do we apply them the same as in the first rule book, or do I remember you saying there was another way we were applying them?
And what would the stats be on the service revolver if you don't mind?
Posted on 2014-11-25 at 01:00:07.
Edited on 2014-11-25 at 01:03:10 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: The End and a New Beginning
Rocinante is visible through the porthole of the attached airlock arm that Wyatt stands in wearing his brown service coat, boots, new red shirt with the cross-over collar, and tan waist-waders pants. His weapons are temporarily stowed in the ruddy brown bag he has slung over his left shoulder, the weight a comforting bit of gravity in a world that had gone topsy turvy. Captain Sung eyes the familiar contours of his beloved ship and allows a little smile to press his lips. He has already spent time looking over the manifesto that detailed the improvements a grateful community had provided, and he is eager to put them to the test. It isn't long before the crew is traipsing by in staggered groups and he is drawn inside to investigate the work from a closer perspective.
There's righting to be done amongst the cabins and living areas, nicknacks to put back in their place, and some of the broken items to replace when the time is right for it, but the familiar air of the trusted ship is peaceable and contentful. Wyatt makes a quick pass through the whole of Roc's interior before dropping down the ladder to his bunk and tossing the bag on his bed. A once over and he is satisfied that his things--what things there are--are in place. Drawing in a deep breath, Sung notices the flashing red light on Roc's cortex monitor and accesses the private messaging system.
Sanders' message is that the body of Havelock awaits at the Lu'Weng spaceport and Sung has receiving docking permissions and time. "All right, ya ol' warhorse," Wyatt mutters as he types in a quick reply indicating receipt. "Time t' take you back to Hera."
As the screen flickers dry and dead, Captain Sung is already climbing the ladder to the foredeck and on to the bridge. He isn't surprised to find Jade already familiarizing herself with the pilot's chair. A moment of pain shoots through Sung's chest as he envisions Sam turning about with a snide remark, but he is quick to stow it.
"Take us on t' Lu'Weng Spaceport," Wyatt instructs. "We got ourselves a passenger t' pick up." Taking the ship's intercom mic in hand, the captain informs everyone that they are about to get underway and to lock up tight.
By the time they land and drop the cargo bay door Wyatt is waiting near the entrance with his Colt strapped and his shotgun over his shoulder. He's a bit surprised to see Sanders, Hicks, Hudson and Vasques there in full dress uniforms to carry to the casket into Roc's belly. And when his pale gaze falls on a young lady--small and dressed in black with a veil across her face--standing by the casket he throws Willow a single raised eyebrow look before stepping down the ramp to greet them.
"Sanders," Wyatt intones and offers his hand in a friendly gesture. He's no reason to do anything else considering all that these people did for them.
The Marshalls help place the casket in the cargo bay and secure it firmly. Sanders shakes Wyatt's hand once again and hands over a keycard, "This is the authorization you need to have Captain Havelock buried with his men. You will need to go to Serenity View and see a man named Virgil Morningstar. He ain't the mayor and there is no sheriff but he owns most of the town so he is the closest thing to a mayor they got. I have sent him a wave to let him know you are coming."
"I appreciate that, Colonel," Wyatt dips his head a bit to accentuate his gratitude. "Would there be any reason t' expect trouble of any kind once there? I wasn't expectin' authorization needed, or needin' t' talk at no one in particular other than a mortician maybe." Sung has not paid much mind to the Alliance doings concerning Wartime provincials, so he is completely unsure of what he should have been expecting.
(OOC: Some kind of explanation is given, I'd imagine.)
"Fair enough," factual and straight, that's how Wyatt preferred to play it.
The lady in black approaches Wyatt as he finishes with Sanders: "Excuse me sir, Are you Captain Wyatt Sung?"
"Unless I've been duped my whole life, I suppose that's me."
"I'm Lily, and Captain Havelock was my Grandfather." She pulls back the veil to reveal a much younger lady than Wyatt was expecting. "My momma wasn't interested in coming but I wanted to pay respects to my Granddad. He drank a lot and told a lot of stories and well, I don't see why either would make me love him less. I hear a lot of things on the news, that my Granddad was a hero and he saved alot of people--is that true? Captain would you tell me how my Granddad meet his end? Honest now, I may be young but I don't cotton to lies and I am made of stronger stuff than you suppose."
"That's good Miss Lily, ‘cause I ain't the type t' give anything other than the facts where yer granddad's concerned." Respect called for a head bereft of a hat during the telling, so Wyatt removed his and held it in front of him ignoring his mussed black hair for the time. "Captain Havelock may've had his faults the same as any man, Miss Lily. I ain't one t' judge an' I won't speak on his life before we happened on the cruiser. What I can speak on is that he stepped t' the front when a leader was needed amongst them that were frightened, and it was largely in part to his leadership abilities that more weren't hurt during that whole escapade. He was a tough ol' warhorse too, Miss. I've not seen a man take as much abuse as Captain Havelock an' keep on keepin' on, but he did. And he saved my life with that mule-headed courage of his too. Sacrificed his own t' bring down a drugged up heavy on the other side when that fellow was about t' cave in my skull--not t' be too graphic, Miss."
Wyatt paused uncomfortably. He wasn't keen on speaking a lot, and especially not about emotional things. His pause is taken for being finished; something he immediately thanked Buddha for.
Lily nods appreciatively, "Thank you sir. It is a kindness to know that he found his redemption. I would thank you for being there for him and the part you played in letting him find his way. To know he died sober and as a soldier, well, it means a world to me. I know that this burial are his last wishes and I abide by them but I think my granddad would want you to have this." She hands the wooden box to Wyatt, "It ain't much good to me and my momma doesn't want it in the house."
Inside the box is an Independence Service revolver in a felt lined holder. It is well care for but has nicks and scuffs that speak of being a weapon used in to war, not a commemorative piece.
"I have to get back to the farm. Momma can't kept the books straight and the farm hands will walk all over her if I ain't there." Lily says, "Good luck Captain and godspeed on your journey."
"And to you Miss Lily," the captain offers up as he tucks the box under his arm and replaces the hat on his head. Surveying the airlock in which they all stood, Sung caught Willow's eye and gave a brief nod indicating it was time to take to the Black once more. With a final tip of the hat to Miss Lily and a nod to Colonel Sanders and his people, Wyatt Sung turns and strides up the loading door into the cargo bay.
Roc's cold belly is nigh to empty but for that lone cryo-coffin strapped center in a place of honor. Related to the openness of the rest of the bay it looks small and alone, not unlike the way Wyatt imagines that Havelock felt after being forced to leave so many behind in Serenity Valley.
"Well," he mutters in a rare position of sentimentality. "Yer gonna be in good company in a few days Lao Buhn. Ain't no rest for the likes o' us ‘cept in the ground."
Posted on 2014-11-25 at 00:55:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Awesome.
I would love to see some possible upgrades as Wyatt is more prone to putting his share back into Roc than anywhere else, but in the meantime, I'll post.
Posted on 2014-11-23 at 19:13:04.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm still here!
And I'm definitely wanting to continue. I'll do my best to post and make some decisions this weekend.
Roger, is there a new version of the rules for ships with upgrade options, etc.? And did you update Roc's info on the Character's thread, or on the spreadsheet so I can have a copy?
Wyatt will definitely spread the shares as arranged. There's no reason to do otherwise.
Posted on 2014-11-22 at 18:06:05.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Complicated sucks...
Being sick and having a complicated workplace sucks even worse.
Get feeling better!
Posted on 2014-10-31 at 17:06:41.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Whattup?
“Excuse me, would you two happen to be Captain Sung and Ms. Takahara?”
Exhaustion usually wasn't something someone staying in a luxury hotel could claim to feel, but all of the social gatherings, the pleasantries, the need to be around all of those high-society types; that wasn't Captain Sung's cup of tea. Rather than feeling relaxed and refreshed he felt haggard and worn. The conversation that the young woman interrupted was essentially Willow trying to help Wyatt spread that patience a little further in the whole process of playing at Party Favor while they tried to fill the pilot's seat.
Turning his gaze from his trusted companion's worried expression and quickly assessed the woman standing before them. Short, slightly tousled black hair, an infectious smile, with Indian blood...
"Yup," Captain Sung acknowledges rather simply. He is so very tired of playing this game of meet n' greet only to have even more disappointment.
“Howdy! My name is Jade Storm, it’s a pleasure to meet’cha” she says with a smile and offers her hand to shake.
Wyatt extends his hand half-heartedly and takes Ms. Storm's in a firm, but gentle grip.
“I heard you were looking for a pilot so I was hoping to apply! I have my resume right here so you can see it,” she carefully pulls her resume out of her messenger bag and hands it over.
Her resume is impressive and she seems clean except for a need of an inhaler once in awhile due to a lung infection. Once Wyatt finishes reading the list of accomplishments over he hands the paper to Willow and quietly resumes a study of the applicant while the Doc reads through the bullet points.
As Willow finishes, and before either the beautiful doctor, or the solemn captain, can say anything; Jade carefully whispers, “I also have something else for you, but you will want to read it somewhere private. Can we go somewhere else?”
Once they were out of ear range and in a separate room, Jade hands over the letter that Mr. Dash had given her and waits.
Heya, Wyung-sung! is written on the envelope and it is Sam Dash's handwriting.
Wyatt's stomach decides to perform a triple backflip and to stick it with flare. Sam... Wo Bu Shin Wo Dah Yan Jing! The twitchy Huen Dahn's still alive! True to form, Wyatt remained unchanged on the exterior despite the craziness and sudden outpouring of emotion that was roiling about inside. Snails would have been clocked at a faster speed that it takes Sung to withdraw the letter inside the envelope. Part of him was terrified that the letter was a death notice, Sam Dash's Last Will & Testament, or some other macabre attempt from Sam as a letter of release, or notification, that he was no longer among them.
Long time, no see, puhn yoh! I’d’ve shot ya a wave but, things bein’ as they are with all them hidden eyeballs on me an’ such, I conjured scrawlin’ a note on a piece of paper’d be a damn-sight safer, get me? I’m hopin’ that this here dispatch finds its way to ya without too ruttin many complications.
Anyhoo…Just cuz I ain’t seen ya in a spell don’t mean I ain’t been payin’ attention, though. Fact o’ the matter is, a li’l fairy told me as you an’ Roc’re in the way of needin’ a new driver… which brings us to why, exactly, yer gettin’ this note passed to ya by this whip of a woman… (and, Wyatt, if anyone but a good lookin’ gal with dark hair and darker twinklin’ eyes ain’t the party passin’ ya this note, shoot ‘em down, now, an’ burn atmo! On t’other hand, if she’s what I’m sayin’, keep readin.)… The bao bei standin’ front of ya’s Jade Storm an’, aside from my own ruttin’ self, I cotton she’s one of the best pilots in the Verse… Don’t tell her as I said that, though, as she’s like ta get all wheezy on ya as her head gets ta swellin’ and you’ll need ta make sure she gets a knock on that puffer of hers… Like I says, puhn yoh, girl’s a jing chai pilot an’ ain’t to shabby on the technical side, neither. Just like a bunch of us, though, she’s got her hitches but, given what I’ve come ta know bout her (an’ I could fill ya in, but I figure she’d be best to do that), I reckon she’d be right ta home amongst you folks. I’d consider it a kindness if you’d take her in and give her a shot, brother… I don’t reckon she’s like to let ya down, none.
Gotta fly, Wyatt. Atmo here’s gettin’ a might thick an’ them gorram hounds’re still nippin’ my heels… Just figured I’d send a wheel-wizard yer way and drop ya a line as ta let ya know that ol’ Sam’s still out here and still suckin’ air. Give the crew my regards (y’know… kiss Ma on the cheek and give Miss Wil a smack on th’ keester, fer me) an’, Good fuzzy Lord willin’, we’ll cross paths again ‘fore too much of a spell.
Keep a keen peelin’ on yer six and stay frosty, puhn yoh,
Sam
P.S. Get rid of this once yer done, get me? Burn it, eat it, everwhat ya gotta do…. S
Belly dancers would have been jealous of the action going on in Wyatt's stomach as he read the missive from his best friend. The news isn't dire, the request adds a whole different level of credence to Jade Storm's credentials, but the fact that Sam is still MIA is like a sinkstone on Sung's heart as he hands the letter to Willow.
As the good doctor reads Dash's only communication in--How long has it been?--Wyatt contemplates the meaning behind his friend's disappearance once more. He wanted to drop everything and pursue Sam. He wanted to beat the obstinance out of Sam for bailing on them instead of relying on them for help. Then, once Willow was through with him in the infirmary, he'd do it again for good measure just to make certain Sam didn't get it in his thick head to duck out a second time. Buddha save me, but I miss that Ai Chr jze Se Duh Fohn Diang Gho.
Jade dug out a lighter and offered it to them with a simple explanation of “Ya might want this," drawing Wyatt from his thoughts and making him realize that Willow had finished. He wants to lean forward and intently begin grilling Jade on Sam's whereabouts, but at the same time, he knows he needs to respect his friend's privacy. Eden's voice in his head keeps whispering that Sam will find them when he can. It's not as comforting as it usually is.
"When can you be ready to fly?" is all Wyatt says as he accepts the lighter and takes the letter from Willow, setting it ablaze at the bottom left corner.
Posted on 2014-10-25 at 04:59:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I apologize... again.
I hate holding people up. But I love this game.
Posted on 2014-10-25 at 02:33:45.
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