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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine - Secret Room, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:42 am Planet Time

For a moment Wyatt wondered if he’d been heard. The time that one is faced with certain death crawling and feeling like an eternity whereas seconds hadn’t even passed in reality proved the be the culprit scenario as the hatch slid open and Willow’s relieved and tear-streaked face appeared framed in the glow of the interior lighting.

"Thank the stars! I was so frightened! You left and then Brigit knocked Sam out and she hurt me, Captain! But then she tried to take the chess piece but I'd treated it so she's out and I'm trying to wake Sam...and, and, and I am so glad you are alright," Willow finished, pulling herself back and looking away, embarrassed by her outburst as Wyatt swung around the ladder and slid down it to the floor.

"Help me with Sam, please, Captain-san?"

Decisions made during times of duress are often those that leaders look back on with either extreme pride, or embarrassment. Sung didn’t have time to contemplate which this would be as the world they was inhabiting was about to fall in around them. Pointing at Brigit, Wyatt strode over to Sam.

“Wake her,” Wyatt crouched and gave Sam a slightly rough pat on the cheek causing the pilot’s eyes to flutter open. “Ya’all better come with me if’n ya want t’ live.”

Sam moaned, tried to wince, caught his breath in pain and blinked through the haze that was blocking his vision as he grasped his friend’s outstretched hand and was pulled to his feet. He was dazed, confused, unstable, and his head felt like it was going to explode, but the concept of going with Wyatt in order to live grabbed hold of his baser instinct to survive and he forced his consciousness through the haze to stumble towards the door.

“There’s a shaft out there that we’ll have t’ climb outta, and double time at that.” Wyatt briefly gave directions on how to reach the shaft before turning to the red-head Willow had just woken with her smelling salts (OOC: assuming she does. If not I’ll fix the post later). Bending down, he looked her square in the eyes.

“Willow,” Wyatt said without removing his gaze from Brigit’s. “Go help Sam git topside as though yer skirts were on fire.” Once that order was given it was obvious the next bit was for Brigit as his tone took on an edge cold enough to rival the Dark. “Move wrong, and mine is the last pretty face you’ll ever see. Now git up, cause the world is about to fall in.”

Helping Brigit up, he stepped aside just enough to give her a clear path to the exit, his hand on the butt of his Colt.

Posted on 2012-07-23 at 06:58:03.

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

So...why is everyone else so slow?

Posted on 2012-07-18 at 20:25:14.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Rocky Rocks are Falling on My Head...

Wyatt knew nothing about mining. To dig into the rock of some mudball in search if something was as alien a thought to the captain as abandoning his crew. And yet, as the sounds of the cave in threatened to shatter his eardrums, Wyatt could easily figure it was time to high-tail it on out of there. Instinctively, he wanted to rush right up the way Asher and Fenris had come down, but fresh air seemed a bitter respite with two of his crew trapped under tons of rock, so grabbing hold of the Kid's shoulder the captain caught his attention.

"Git Wolf topside now." His voice was barely audible over the complaining support beams, but his stern expression bode ill should there be arguing. Giving Asher a gentle shove, Wyatt turned. "Go!"

Obedience is one of those things that a leader counts on, and Wyatt Sung wasted no more time seeing if the gunslinger and mechanic were doing as he said. Moving as fast as he dared in the darkness, Wyatt scrambled for the door that both protected, and imprisoned his people...and that demoness school m'arm. What was he going to do with her if they got out of these ready-made graves alive? The thought of her gloating, succubus smile enraged him--he was well aware that most men would do all they could to earn such a look from her, but the visage of his wife burned angelic in his mind, and helped to protect him from such play. She deserved to die--same as those men that had come to his spread before the War. Because of her good people were dead, and Wyatt had long ago determined that the Law was unreliable. Especially when faced with someone like her. Still...was he judge, jury, and executioner rightly so in this case?

Reaching the water's edge, Wyatt sloshed down in while the sound of thunder illustrated the suffocating collapse of the tunnel system. Pounding on the door to the shuttle, Wyatt Sung bellowed:

"it's me, Wyatt. I'd kinda like t' come on in if'n you don' mind."

Posted on 2012-07-18 at 20:24:42.

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

I appreciate everyone's vote of confidence in Wy'Sung. We'll see if the dice agree.

Posted on 2012-07-18 at 14:54:20.

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

If I'm reading this right there's really only two options left to the crew caught in the cave in:

1. Try our luck dragging Wolf down the long, old shaft to the old elevator (the way we came down, right?), or...

2. Head back to the buried treasure, and the rest of the crew, hope that we can be let back in, then hope that someone out there in the city we just shot up will have the where-with-all to find some way to dig us out before we all run out of air. Or, hope that there's some way within the shuttle to get ourselves out.

So, my questions are:

- Which way is a shorter distance to move the big injured mechanic?
- Can Wyatt quickly ascertain the extent to which Fenris is injured, and just how soon he's going to need medical attention? Also, would it be quicker to get Fenris to Willow, or try to get him topside to the doc?

Love this game, Roger. Thank you.

Posted on 2012-07-17 at 17:43:15.

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

I think you underestimate the power of the sneakiness...

Posted on 2012-07-15 at 17:25:49.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Math has never been my strong suit...

Roger, I think that is in one percents. So, I believe that it is actually a .000051238746% chance of caving in. Add to that the fact that the mine was actually constructed out of dwarven force field generating beams, and that I've sent you cookies...I think everything will turn out well.

Posted on 2012-07-11 at 14:13:42.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: We're all gonna get crushed.

The mine system is unstable on this level. Firing guns isn't the best idea to begin with. Albeit, you were getting shot at first, but nonetheless a bad idea. I'm expecting there to be a big collapsing ceiling sometime in the near future.

Posted on 2012-07-11 at 00:23:25.

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

I forgot about that...grrr...

Posted on 2012-07-10 at 21:42:56.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine Under the old Mine Shaft, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:40 am Planet Time

A greenhorn might have rushed right at the sight of crew down, but Wyatt forced the urge back and crouched by the hatch door he'd just closed to assess the situation. There was certainly a commotion that'd just taken place, and he was positive that Wolf was the one on the ground. Asher was still up, and apparently ready to blow them all into the Black should it come right down to it. For a brief moment, Wyatt felt a surge of pride that the brash kid was so ballsy. It was something he might've done. Pearson's responses placed him out of sight and further down the tunnel Ash was facing, which meant that Wyatt didn't even know if he could flank the man as he wasn't familiar with the lay of the mines. The only sure approach was the one that put him in the line of fire, and that did absolutely nothing to assist the Kid and Fenris.

Clenching his jaw, Wyatt glanced back into the darkness behind him and briefly wondered about the possibilities of stumbling around in the dark trying to locate the man who'd designed their ambush. That's when the cry of pain forecast the gunshot drawing Sung's gaze back towards Asher and Wolf like a pivot spring. Ash was firing away down the hall, and still standing, that grenade clasped dangerously in his hand, the iron bucking like a live beast spooked in the hull of a cramped ship.

Moving as quickly as he dared, Wyatt Sung headed towards his crewmen, calling out to Asher as he drew near so as not to become the accidental target.

"Kid! Get covered!"

Reaching the corner of the shaft, Wyatt pressed himself against the rough wall and tried his best to peer down the way Asher had been shooting.

"How bad you hurt?" he questioned. "Ta Ma Duh! Well, cover me."

(OOC: Wyatt's intention is to get Wolf and drag him to the safety of the adjacent shaft, out of the line of fire, and to have Asher move in there as well.)

Posted on 2012-07-10 at 18:00:55.

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

Tess might be suspicious if Wyatt returns everyone to the ship and he's the only one _not_ injured. I'm going to have to skin a knee just to make sure there's no chance of that.

And, is it me, or are we jumping the gun a bit with the "aftermath" posts?

Posted on 2012-07-10 at 17:44:45.
Edited on 2012-07-10 at 17:45:47 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Luke...I am your father.

Oh boy...

That is an awesome ballsy move Ody. I approve.

Looking forward to takin' on passengers (grimace) but having Eol playing again will be nice. Interesting new characters coming along as crew too.

So long as we're still flyin' when all is said and done...that's a good day.

Posted on 2012-07-07 at 21:03:20.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not forgotten by me...

Sam's a little preoccupied in my mind...though he'll likely remember it as soon as things calm down a bit. Obviously, you can do whatever you'd like with him, but I was figuring that he might point it out again after Wyatt had left, and his twitchiness subsided a little.

Posted on 2012-07-04 at 14:34:21.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine - Secret Room, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:35 am Planet Time

Brigit's eyes flicker from Willow to the captain to Sam and then she stops and drops the crowbar at her feet. "All this treasure and we are gonna do what? Walk away? You know Captain Wyatt Sung, I knew that you were gonna be the hard one in this job. let me guess, you lost someone in the war, I'd guess a loving wife and kids too? Most men could fill that void with this much cash but not you. And all the whispered promises I could give you wouldn't rile up your manhood either. Of course if you did strike it big then your people would get equal shares right? And then they would have no reason to stay with you would they? Willow could pursue all those things she would like to do as a wealthy woman, and Sam could get his own ship if he wanted. Then you'd be alone in an empty ship, just you and whatever bottle of whiskey you'd crawl into. Isn't that right Captain?"

Brigit looks over at Sam and then Willow, "Are you really gonna let him ruin your chance for a big score? Sam? This much cash and you'd be free -truly free. No more hiding? Aren't you tired of hiding?"

"BAI-tuo, AN-jing-eedyen! (We will enjoy your silence now!)" Sam snarled, the crazy glint still prominently displayed in his eyes. “Ain’t nothin’ in the Verse that could make me think Cap’n Wyatt weren’t nothin’ but a bao bay (sweetheart). And you, Li’l Missy, don’t have no right even makin’ mention o’ the Sung family; let alone surmisin’ and supposin’ as to what fuel burns in Wyatt’s engine. So, make another chou ma niao (stinking horse urine) comment, and I’ll put a bullet through that connivin’ brainpan of yours and call it a day.”

Lowering his weapon, Wyatt determined to ignore the barb; though it opened another level of injury that he swore drove him to both desire that whiskey Bridgette spoke of, and revile himself for his dependency upon it. He needed something to do to pull himself out of the black hole that was quickly devouring his motivation. Something that put his purpose back into focus, and that purpose was his crew. Somewhere out there, Andrew, Wolf, and The Kid were facing danger without him, and that caused his blood to boil. The shotgun blast hadn’t been for fun, and it wasn’t too far fetched an idea to assume that it had something to do with the rest of his crew. After all; a person who’d set up an ambush in mines such as these would be more likely to know of its weaknesses, and Wyatt, Sam, and Willow had all been present when the mine operator had told them things were volatile below. So, that left the unsuspecting Kid, and their new mechanic, Wolf, as suspects.

“Miss Bridgette,” the ice in Wyatt’s tone could have cooled Rocinante’s engine coils in a second flat. “Since I’ve known you, you’ve lied, cheated, and done worse. ‘Cause of you good people are dead. ‘Cause of you, my people have been shot, beat up, an’ ain’t likely t’ be walking away from this here little treasure hunt with nothin’ more than a shorter lifespan.

“You read people shiny-like, but you read me wrong. You played yer cards dead wrong in this case. You should never have put my crew in this kind of danger like you done. And the kicker bein’ that had you been straight-up an’ honest with us from the birth; this could’ve gone a whole separate plethora o’ ways...none o’ which would’ve put you in such a poor position. So, I’ll tell you one time, and one time only--an’ either o’ these two very fine people can testify as to the severity o’ my words--if you try any more of you fei hua (bull sh*t) I’ll let Sam here open your brainpan like he said, and place your body all serene-like atop that blood-money as a warning t’ all other ching-wah tsou duh liou mahng (frog-riding bastards) that come along. Dong le ma (are we clear here)?”

(OOC: Assuming an acceptable answer...)

Captain Sung stared at Bridgette a moment longer from beneath the brim of his hat just to emphasize his point further before turning his gaze to Sam. “You shiny?”

“As an Earth-That-Was nickel,” the pilot grinned wildly; not inciting any amount of confidence in his friend, but Wyatt had no other choice so he gave Sam a nod and looked to Willow.

“I’m gonna go check on that blast. You two stay an’ make sure this whore--” Wyatt spit at his feet. “Don’t go doin’ nothin’ t’ get us all dead.”

(OOC: Assuming there’s no objections...)

With his Colt in one hand and his shotgun in the other, Wyatt turned and began his cautious progression into the dark. He left the lanterns where they were, and prayed to Buddha that he didn’t fall in a big ol’ pit along the way.

Posted on 2012-07-04 at 14:32:22.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine - Secret Room, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:25 am Planet Time

"Sam!" Willow called crisply, "Walk away, my pet and don't rile Miss Brigit up any more. Buddha only knows whatever else she may have hidden away under those skirts. And you, my pretend schoolmarm," Willow turned her imperious gaze on the redhead, "Even a fake teacher should be smarter than breaking the seal on something before you check it out. Amateurs! I work with amateurs!”

Muttering under his breath obscenities that even made Wyatt blush, Sam stepped back from the crate further, but dropped his hand to the butt of his pistol and glared at the darkness with narrowed, frenetic eyes. For his part, Wyatt wasn’t taking his baby blues off of Bridgette.

"Don't want to be breaking anything without at least a clue of what's in there. Maybe a trace was left on this side of the glass when it was sealed." Willow leaned in with both hands held before her to sweep further inside the sarcophagus.

The first beep resounded in the room with the clarity of a school bell. The second was more like that of a boxing ring. Wyatt’s shoulders clenched tight, and Sam dropped into a crouch that reminded the captain very much of a caged, rabid dog he’d once witnessed in Belmonte.

(assuming you tell everyone in the room that the money is contaminated)

Brigit goes red in the face, "What! No! Ten years chasing down this score and you tell me it's contaminated? No! No gorram way! it's a trick. You want it all for yourselves don't you!? That bastard Benny put you up to this? I'll be damned if I let some greenhorn like you steal it from me now. It's mine! I earned it and I'm the only one who'll be walking out with it!" She looks around the room and then steps back.

Suddenly there is a huge bang from the corridor to this room as if something just fell on the hatchway followed by the muffled sound of a shotgun. Wyatt’s Colt was skinned before the sound had registered consciously. Stepping forward, the captain quickly leveled his weapon back down the hall while keeping Bridget in his peripheral and moving to put himself between Willow and the commotion. Sam, on the other hand, had twitchy nerves to begin with, and he had just about lost control. Producing his own weapon he grinned a bit wildly and sank back against the wall.

“That’s the big bad wolf, and he’s a huffin’ and a puffin’,” he said, following it up with a nervous giggle.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wyatt watched Brigit run over to a crate nearby where a crowbar is resting. "Here! I'll show you." she says as she grabs the crowbar and heads towards the coffin with the intent to smash open the glass.

With a fluid turn, Wyatt leveled his Colt at Bridgette and said, “Don’t.”

(OOC: If she doesn’t stop, he’s going to put a bullet in her shoulder in an attempt to drop her.)

Posted on 2012-06-30 at 23:50:10.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Haven't forgotten...

Had a test come up that I had to study for...sorry for the delay. I'll post this weekend.

Posted on 2012-06-30 at 05:55:10.

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

Optical bomb!? Just use good ol' cow pies. Get's 'em every time.

Posted on 2012-05-25 at 03:07:00.

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

So, I've been really busy. I apologize for the delays. I've started school again chasing my degree, and it is taking up a lot of time. Anyway, I'm excited to see this moving forward!

Posted on 2012-05-20 at 00:35:42.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine - Secret Room, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:20 am Planet Time

Wyatt took a deep breath and moved over to the side of the sarcophagus with Sam right on his heels. Setting themselves up on opposite sides, Sung gave a nod and the two men heaved the heavy lid from its rest with no small amount of effort. Taking a step back, Wyatt peered expressionlessly at the contents of the coffin while Sam frowns before quickly glancing about to make sure the noise they’d made hadn’t disturbed the shadows.

"That looks pretty gorram airtight to me...." Sam says with a whistle and steps back from the coffin. "Don't know about all you but I'm not feeling too keen on this here treasure anymore."

Brigit laughed, "don't worry lover, I got this one covered."

Hiking up her skirt the school marm pulled a 6-inch long strip of tape from her thigh clip. Without waiting for approval, she puts the tape across the sealed lever and pulls off the backing.

"Shield your eyes, Sugarbears!" She calls as she turns her head from the casket. Though closing his eyes on this demon woman was the last thing Wyatt wanted to do, he had immediately recognized the tape and didn’t really need the instruction. Instinctively, his hand dropped to the hilt of his Colt as he took a cautious step back. Sam followed suit, but he had less trouble turning his gaze from Bridgette as her calling him “lover” reminded him of just how far his labido had made him sink this time. The glow of the tape penetrated Wyatt’s eyelids enough to cause him to furrow his brow, followed by a desire to sneeze as the odor of phosphorus gas tickled his nostrils. Even with his eyes having been shut while the tape performed its job, when Captain Sung opened his eyes his lids were followed by brief tracers. Blinking the annoying lights away, he quickly checked to make sure Bridgette wasn’t doing anything sneaky before resting his gaze once again on the contents of the box. Where there was a lever before there is now a melted hole in the lid. There is a sound, of a mechanism release and the lid lifts up on its own.

Beneath the lead lid is a huge pile of platinum bars, coins and ingots. They are stacked neatly in the bottom of the sarcophagi, waiting to be had. Except that there is a third lid of glass covering the loot. The melted lead has pooled and started to hardened on the glass but did not melt through. Etched in the glass is "Tze Sh'unTze Mieh" (Leave one to his own fate).

Brigit curses like a freighter driver on a Kessel run. "Another lid? Just wasting our time! Sam! Shoot the glass and it will shatter. Or we can take that first lid you boys lifted off and drop it on the glass. Look at the platinum! We are rich! What are you waiting for?"

“Well, woman,” Sam sniffed indignantly. “That ain’t just glass, I’d imagine. So shootin’ it won’t do a gorram thing, but possibly bring this whole place down on our heads and maybe ricochet the round about a bit before embedding itself in one of our brainpans.”

Wyatt’s head dropped a couple of millimeters as he acknowledged Sams assessment. Still playing in character he glanced at Willow and said, “It’s likely Sam’s right, Miss Willow. I don’t see no reason why them that had this loot would cover it up with no ordinary glass. Might as well leave a note saying the same thing as what’s etched on there. We go shootin’ it an’ we’re like to cause a cave in as not...even the whole dead-in-the-head brainpan scenario Sam minced out just now. An’ if’n it is just glass a bullet is like taking a hammer t’ a porcelain vase t’ repair it. It might put a hole clean through an’ weaken its integrity, but I don’t see it shatterin’ like in those holo-vids. ‘Course, we could pound on it with a hammer if’n we had one t’ test its strength...but I’m not exactly keen on the idea of makin’ a lot o’ noise an’ drawing that sick-minded devil down on us while we’re all giddy and prancin’ about like rich fools either.”

Staring at that much wealth, Wyatt had to admit that he could do an awful lot of good being that rich. Rocinante would never have to ride out another drought with second-hand parts; Willow would have all the best equipment...He suddenly wondered if anyone would want to stay aboard once they were rich. What was the point of riding through the Black when one could afford all sorts of luxuries? That thought pulled him from his grand thoughts long enough to allow his superstitions to play around a bit.

“Tze Sh'unTze Mieh,” he muttered under his breath. The hackles on the back of his neck immediately rose up and danced a little jig. “Miss Willow. There might be more t’ this than still meets the eye. People don’t mark crates with this much hoodoo jus’ t’ scare off the locals.”

“Normally,” Sam added in a dry tone. “I’d be all about disagreein’ with Wyatt and saying somethin’ like, ‘Break this Hwen Dan thing open and let’s each take a turn rollin’ around nakkid on the bricks.’ But seein’ how this thing’s been buried fer so gorram long, and we’re neck deep in back-stabbin’ Go shi...I’m thinkin’ we need to proceed with caution.”

Posted on 2012-05-20 at 00:34:36.

Topic: RDINN is moving to facebook!
Subject: :D

My congratulations go out to Addy and Tann (for picking it up and blowing wind into the sails). Bravo you guys!

Posted on 2012-04-02 at 23:39:05.

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

I've now posted.

Posted on 2012-03-30 at 21:14:52.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine Hidden area, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:15 am Planet Time

Bridgit laughed dismissively, “Don’t be fooled by the trappings boys. This is all smoke and mirrors to keep us away. Someone went to great length to hide this treasure and people don’t do that for chump change.”

The red-haired school marm approached the closest coffin without hesitant and flipped the metal seal upwards. The lock released with a loud gasp of compressed air. “You two boys want to make yourself useful and lift this lid? Or do us women have to do all the heavy lifting?”

Wyatt gave her a flat-iron stare before turning to Willow and raising his eyebrows in askance. She was the "boss" after all, and he didn't want to blow that ruse. Receiving the approval, he glanced around a bit to make sure they weren't going to be ambushed the moment he became a general laborer. Holstering the shotgun across his back, Capt. Sung stepped up to the plate.

Sam wasn't nearly so willing to holster his weapons. It took a very purposeful glare from Willow and a slight frown from Wyatt before the pilot put dropped the weapons in their holster and, grumbling under his breath, moved down to provide assistance.

"If I git shot in the back," Sam growled in a low voice. "I'm gonna haunt you fer sure..."

Posted on 2012-03-30 at 21:14:19.

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

I'm here.

Posted on 2012-03-14 at 03:29:08.

Topic: Olan is still alive...
Subject: Hoo hoo cachoo!

You are the walrus!

Congrats! Details are necessary.

Posted on 2012-03-09 at 02:07:33.

Topic: RPG Mythbreakers #10 is up
Subject: We put little Easter eggs in each one.

See if you can find them all.

Posted on 2012-02-26 at 03:16:55.


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