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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I have posted and it should help others proceed.
Good action! Loving this, Roger.
Posted on 2013-07-03 at 19:55:04.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, Emergency Landing Field 8:15 am PT
“Whoa. Relax Captain. Just doing what I’ve been told.” Dillon replied looking around him at the crowd forming, it was clearly putting him on edge to have so many people close up to him. He raised his hands and called out in a loud voice, “CAN I ASK EVERYONE TO TAKE A FEW STEPS BACK PLEASE!!!”
Wyatt didn’t bother looking to see if the refugees obeyed the marshal’s words. He was pretty sure that in the face of a possible rescue they were only going to follow instructions on how to board an evacuation ship. Sure as snow in winter the crowd shuffled around a bit, but no one really moved.
Suddenly Willow swayed into Lord Hood causing him to exclaim in a concerned manner, "Miss Willow? Are you unwell?"
Wyatt’s blue eyes moved quickly and briefly to register Willow’s play. He knew the ship’s doctor wasn’t a weak woman, and wouldn’t likely be faint in any situation, let alone one such as this. Deductive reasoning put her move (which he missed and was just catching the aftermath of) as some sort of move to ease the tension, or draw attention away from the something, and focus the marshall’s on her. Whatever it was, it took just a peripheral glance for the captain to determine that she was, in fact, all right.
"No, no, I'm fine, Lord Hood, just remembering the last moments before the ship blew. So many brave crew members, bringing out passengers....and running back in to save more! It was just horrible, wasn't it, Lord Hood,“ Willow dabbed at her eyes delicately, even as her voice rose slightly," I don't think a single crew member made it onto our ship. I do hope some made it onto the lifeboats. We did see some clear the blast, didn't we, Captain?"
“I don’t recall none of the crew stepping aboard, Mei Mei,” Wyatt responded dryly playing along.
“Look here Captain, I don’t have time for this,“ Marshall Dillon curtly interrupted. He appeared to be looking past Willow’s ruse and nervously eyeballing the fine citizens. “I need the first violin player and I need him here now! He’ll have a case on him and trust me when I say, he is very important, Dohn ma?”
Before Wyatt could respond a voice from the crowd called out, “That would be me sir!” A small man clutching a silver case to his chest stepped forward with Sifu following him closely, “Trust me Captain Sung, the Marshall is correct. What I carry is very valuable.”
“Mei Wen Ti,” Wyatt responded while making absolutely no other movement than to turn his head slightly.
Marshall Dillon stepped forward to approach the Musician but at that moment Portia Amber moved out of the crowd to come right in front and stopped him in his tracks.”What do you mean you are here for some useless fiddle player! There is no way that I and my daughter are staying on this dirtball for a minute longer. You will transport us to the nearest civilized outpost immediately, do you hear me! Do you know who I am?”
*SMACK*
Dillon’s backhand across Portia’s face caused blood to gush from her nose. She spun about with the impact, and would have fallen to the ground if the Marshall didn’t grab her in mid spin and draw her to his side; gun now in hand pressed to Portia’s temple. The two guards immediately drop to the ground in prone positions, one ready to fire into the crowd, the other trained directly on Lord Hood and Willow.
“OKAY!” Marshall Dillon bellowed. “YOU! Maestro! Get on my ship now! Everyone else, Stay where you are!!! Anyone goes hero on me or gets me and my men hurt, and I blast that piece of Go Sa to bits and leave you here to die. NOW MOVE!”
Wyatt blinked nonchalantly and looked at the marshall as though he were completely unconcerned. “Ain’t no one here about to play hero, Dillon. I got no concerns ‘cept getting my boat back in the sky. So, you aren’t gonna receive no trouble from me and mine at this point. Ain’t no need to take the Shao Jeh in such a rough manner though. Why not leave her be so as her daughter don’t give me no more trouble?”
Wyatt prayed that his crew would see him standing calm and not do anything rash. And though his thoughts were drifting about to various prayers to Buddha, his crew’s actions, and unfortunate possibilities, his exterior was calm, cool, and relaxed in appearance.
"Willow, Mei Mei," Wyatt said softly. "Perhaps Ma can see to your sensibilities seeing as how you're feeling faint an' all."
Remembering Trish's penchant for dealing with hostage situations the hard way, Wyatt suddenly felt a sense of urgency towards making sure the ex-actress was on her best behavior. He hoped Willow could play it out well enough to gain a leave of absence.
Posted on 2013-07-03 at 19:52:56.
Edited on 2013-07-05 at 18:21:41 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: In this particular case...
I don't plan on misbehaving.
Posted on 2013-07-03 at 19:27:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I have two possible players...
My eldest boys are both good writers and have experience role-playing. I might be able to convince them to join the fun if you'd like me to try.
Posted on 2013-06-25 at 18:52:32.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks Roger.
Welcome back Tann.
I remember another of Roger's games where voices ended up turning into quite the problem... "hashtag" trending voices.
Oh. If my gorram mechanic and technician get blowed sky high without fixing Roc...I'm gonna find yer afterlife an' pull yer screaming arses back t' this mudball t' finish the job. 
Posted on 2013-06-20 at 19:05:11.
Edited on 2013-06-22 at 00:18:43 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I've Posted...
Made some assumptions based on what I thought Wyatt would know about the ASREV as it is a pretty standard Alliance ship. In considering how Wyatt would deal with the marshal, I lean on his Minor Trait of Straight-Shooter. Let's hope we all don't get made dead because of it.
Posted on 2013-06-17 at 22:35:01.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: LV-426, Emergency Landing Field 8:10am PT
Wyatt left the shotgun barrel down as he gave the marshal a welcoming nod. “Glad you boys could make it,” he intoned casually though he felt the tension from the recent encounter threatening to explode. “We were wondering when help fer these good folk was t’ arrive.”
The man’s bemused smile did not sit well with Captain Sung; neither did the two Blue-Bellies quick disregard for decorum and immediate defensive action. But, Wyatt wasn’t no backbirth, and held steady without even a flinch indicating the way he felt as the marshal raised his hand to steady the dogs.
“Whoa rancher!” the marshal said with a light chuckle, “We ain’t here to steal your cattle. We been asked by the Five Star Co. to come and help with the search and rescue. No interest is what’s in your hold or business, Dohn ma? There is cortex interference so we were sweeping possible havens and glad we did cause we found you. So the big carrier is coming, hang tight. We are just looking to pick up some VIP that the execs are sweating about.
“My name is Dillon. Matt Dillon – Federal Marshall.” He looks around the area appreciatively.”I must say I admire your crew and ingenuity to be able to land the ship that damaged and not be burying people. Do you have a manifest of the passengers you have with you?”
“I appreciate the niceties, Marshal Dillon. I ain’t no rancher, an’ these are no cattle. Truth be told, I’m not so fond of the imposition that’s been placed on me an’ mine, let alone the damage t’ my ship that keeps me rooted t’ this mudball barely livin’. We’ve been busy seeing t’ the likes o’ shelter an’ rescue; a manifest would have been shiny, but we’ve not had Buddha’s Blessing so far as being able to find the time t’ put one together.” Wyatt used his left hand to slowly adjust his hat so that the brim rested lower across his brow. “Funny that this Five Star Company--Zhufu ni fer showing up--would send a fully manned ASREV that’s capable of nothin’ more than the relative comfort of those that are currently before more an’ what’s surely left aboard t’ retrieve these very fine people that are causing no end of sweating instead of a shuttle. Oh. An’ you noticed that there’s some sort of static on the signal have you? We was wonderin’ after that ourselves.”
That was about as much as Wyatt could get out before the sophisticated riff-raff that he’d shuttled to the surface of this little moon pressed in on his play with a cacophony of right hopeful sentiment and hurrahs that struck Wyatt as funny considering the feeling he held firmly in his gut like a child embracing a doll. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Havelock stand fast next to him, and silently thanked Buddha for the unconsidered support.
As Hood moved out towards the marshall, Willow moved in with a grace and presence to the side of the Lord, surprising Wyatt enough that he very nearly raised his eyebrows...nearly.
“Well now, what have we here?,“ Willow purred as she looked the marshal up and down frankly. “You are most definitely a sight for sore eyes, Admiral ….?”
The marshall looked at Willow with a registered expression of unexpected interest that Wyatt took to mean the man had very little intel on them and their numbers.
“Admiral?” the marshal questioned. “No Ma’am. Matt Dillon, Federal Marshal--the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful...and a little lonely." He said with an easy smile before turning back to Wyatt, “No manifest? Okay. Do you have any members of the Five Star Orchestra? The musicians?”
Wyatt’s head tilted just slightly to the side, “We’ve the sort that toots horns and puts a bow to string, Marshal. Though, I’d never heard of an orchestra being referred t’ as VIP. Wouldn’t you be more interested in the likes of Lord High-n’-Mighty Hood here, or that blessed little hen that’s been followed about by a bunch of chickadees what since we plucked them from the wreckage?”
The marshal was a well-trained Ja Who, of that Wyatt was certain. Likely could even draw either of his weapons just as quickly as Wyatt could raise his shotgun to bear. An’ if that weren’t Ma Fuhn enough, those two boys behind weren’t any less capable despite their affiliation. Sung could practically hear Eden’s voice in his head warning him to watch himself and play nice as she’d done on so many mornings before he’d gone to town to deal. ‘Might’ve already shown yer hand, Shwei Shian Shen,’ she’d have been saying right about then.
Well, thought the captain as he kept a close eye on the proceedings. Let’s see how much more Wu Toh Wu Now things can get.
Posted on 2013-06-17 at 22:28:00.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks
I appreciate the well wishing.
Posted on 2013-06-17 at 17:33:43.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ku
I like the schematics... where'd you get the ships Roger?
Posted on 2013-06-12 at 23:48:12.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I am typing a response right now...
I am typing on my laptop keyboard while a small fan blows at me to keep me from perspiring too much in this heat. I'm debating going and flossing as I have bits of beef jerky (Teriyaki) stuck in my teeth. I am breathing... in... out... in... out...
Posted on 2013-06-06 at 23:22:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: No time...
I've not time to run a game...I can barely run my life. Willow's the one who keeps Rocinante flying. 
Posted on 2013-06-06 at 03:27:36.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Plans never go smoothly.
Why don't they go smoothly? Makes for a poor story.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 19:29:10.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hey!
Can I steal one of those? What's the street value of that suit? (Thinking of the Alliance Hospital heist from the movie.)
Posted on 2013-06-03 at 23:46:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Posty Posty Little Posters
So long as the idea is posted in character and Wyatt can respond before the potential trouble presents itself, I'm good with the precaution. Though, the ASREV's Intelligence is unknown so I'm not so sure that it doesn't have a good enough radar to detect someone sneaking up on it to toss a grenade inside - it does have the Eagle Eye. I'd imagine it might have EMP Shielding as well (I would on a military vehicle). An EMP blast radius might take us out of action too, so I'm a little leery now that I think about it. I'd prefer there to be no shooting as we've a ton and a half of civilians underfoot. Everyone's position should be precautionary, and let's hope Wyatt can talk us out of this. It'd be nice if Willow were with him...
Posted on 2013-06-01 at 19:20:58.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hello?
Is anybody out there? Anybody there?
Does anybody wonder? Anybody care?
Oh! I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cos baby I'm not
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-f-foolin'
F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-f-foolin'
Posted on 2013-05-30 at 22:26:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I liked it.
I finally have convinced my wife to watch Firefly with me. Problem is, she asks the name of a character and I think about the characters in this game, not the show... curses.
Posted on 2013-05-29 at 02:51:48.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Action!
" Dang-ran (Certainly) Captain-san, the day you turn your back on folks in need is the day I take a vow of celibacy. Here we are....let's set Cameron-san on the side bench and Amber on the bed, shall we?"
Wyatt practically dropped the man on the bench. His mind was still very much aware of the proximity of the women and he was fighting the sensations surging through him with everything he had. His jaw was clenched so tightly at times that he imagined hearing his teeth crack under the pressure. When he straightened again and backed against the counter, Willow was just finishing with one of her devices and snatching up an all-to-familiar hypospray.
The cause of all of this trouble was panicky and near hysterical, and Wyatt focused his energies on feeling anger towards her to draw the effects of his sudden and confusing primal instincts. Willow was murmuring reassuring nothings as she administered the sedative. She lowered the girl back onto the bed and tucked one of the surgical sheets and blankets around the slumbering body, setting the silver emergency blanket aside. She set the MedComp on full scan on Amber while she moved onto the Captain.
"We need our Captain running things, and not hanging out here, but I want to be certain you've taken no harm before you run off, don'ma?" she started out firmly as she scanned Wyatt with the portable MedAcad.
Wyatt grunted a non-committed response and waited for the diagnosis. He was itching to touch, desiring to smell, and more...it bothered him immensely.
Having received what she needed, Willow started to move back to the MedComp to see if it indicated the same thing about Amber. Cameron stopped her as she went by," "I really don't know what happened. She came on to me, I said no and then next thing I knew I ...couldn't stop myself. This overwhelming desire and lust took over. I'm sorry." Wyatt could sympathize, unfortunately.
"Cameron-san, please, just a moment. You needn't apologize to me," Willow said distractedly as she hurriedly scanned Cameron and studied her findings.
"No-one need apologize," Willow said at last, looking first at Cameron, then Wyatt."This wasn't something you did...it was done TO you." Willow moved back to stand in front of Sung. She kept her voice and face stern as she spoke to him. "Hear me, Wyatt? YOU didn't do this....what you feel isn't real. It's a cheat. A damned ugly one. This," and she took one of his hands and pinched hard on the web of flesh between thumb and hand," THIS is real. We need you awake, so I can't knock you out to sleep it off. Do this, or bite your lip, whatever, to send real signals to your brain, overriding what your brain thinks it feels and that should help clear your thinking. I'll see what more I can safely do later, alright?"
"'Company's coming! A ship just broke atmo!" Crackled Tess over the comm.
Wyatt glanced at the speaker and then gave Willow a brief nod, “Keep these two out of the way. I’ll deal with ‘em later.”
Using the energy he’d discovered from whatever that device did, Wyatt jogged out of the room and through to the cargo bay. By the time he’d arrived the crowd was cheering. It was clear that they liked what they saw, but the captain wasn’t one to assume good things were happening. After all, they were still in the three negatives--”Two down, one to go,” he thought as he gracefully stumbled down the stairs while holding tightly to the rail.
Stepping out into the pale sunlight, Wyatt quickly located the ship--an ASREV bearing Fed sigils--and then caught Asher’s attention, motioning him over.
“That’s no rescue,” he said as it started two sweep back towards them. “Why send one ship t’ help with the evacuation? Get outta sight and make sure ya got something with range an’ accuracy in case things go south, don ma? an’ git the others here ready t’ assist.” He didn’t think he could convince the passengers of the Star to get out of sight and out of the way, so he let that go.
Slipping his shotgun from his sheathe, Wyatt pushed past the crowd and stood waiting to meet the ship’s occupants. The ASREV did a final parameter sweep and then landed, lowering onto the landing field directly behind Rocinante.
As the engines powered down, the landing ramp lowered and out walked a man in the black uniform and trench coat of the federal Marshals. He was a tall man, handsome in a rugged sort of way with brown hair and an easy smile. He had a sidearm at his right and machine pistol on other. Behind him came two other men, dressed in full Alliance military armor and carrying assault rifles slung over their shoulders.
Wyatt left the shotgun barrel down as he gave the marshal a nod. “Glad you boys could make it,” he intoned casually though he felt the tension from the recent encounter threatening to explode. “We were wondering when help fer these good folk was t’ arrive.”
Posted on 2013-05-18 at 21:05:24.
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Topic: Introductions are in order!
Subject: Howdy
Welcome, and don't just hang out watching, but throw your money on the table and be dealt in. It's fun.
Posted on 2013-05-18 at 04:12:14.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Chagrinned
"Captain?” Willow’s look was all Wyatt needed to fight through the fog. She looked shocked, and a bit confused, and having just dealt with a euphoric release that he’d been longing for but avoiding for the sake of his crew, Sung felt ashamed and disappointed. He could hear Summer’s voice like a distant echo through the canyon saying, “It wasn’t your fault,” and though it carried some logic, the forgiveness he imagined from his late wife was not enough to relieve the guilt. Clenching his jaw he watched as the little doctor continued her work. “I .... uh....let's get these two to my medical bay - I know both of these people, but I'm pretty certain they didn't know each other...before today, that is. I'd seen Amber earlier and was worried about her. She seemed to be under the influence of something," Willow had crouched beside Amber to check her hand, but then spotted the device on the shuttle floor.
"This is the likely culprit, though I have no idea what it is," Willow scooped up the device and dropped it in her pocket. Wyatt stared at the folds of clothing where it had disappeared and fought back the urge to request it from Willow. He wanted more of what it provided, and hated himself for it.
"Are they going to be ok?" Ash asked in his innocence.
"I'll need to get them stabilized - I don't like Cameron-san's colour, but I don't think this is a drug. That thing had no reservoir for a liquid, so I suspect it's a neuro-stimulator of some kind. Can you carry Amber, Ash? We'll have to get help with Cameron-san. Captain-san," Willow asked without looking at him directly," Are you able to walk to the bay unassisted? I'm thinking I'd better check you, as well."
“I’ll make the bay,” Wyatt forced through dry lips, still eyeballing the pocket where the little device had vanished. “Once we get there, an’ yer sure you no longer need that kuh wu device; destroy it. Wipe the gorram thing from the ‘Verse, don ma?”
Closing up his shirt and righting himself as quickly as he could, Wyatt avoided eye contact with his friends. When he was presentable once more, he made to assist in moving the man, still wanting nothing to do with the young girl as the charged feeling was still somewhat present.
“Remind me,” he muttered to Willow as they made their way to the medical bay. “To never answer a distress call again.”
Posted on 2013-05-06 at 16:44:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ouch... coinage.
Sounds good. Oh, this is fun!
Posted on 2013-05-06 at 16:29:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Glad to have you back in action Lori.
Welcome to the crew.
Posted on 2013-04-28 at 18:07:11.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I am not going anywhere.
I'm with you Roger. This is too valuable an escape for the little time I can spend with it, and I'm appreciative of the game.
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 19:37:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The perception...
In such a case, I considered having Wyatt tear the older man away and beat the tar out of him. But considering that the wealthy on board may object to one of their own being beaten senseless, and that a service rendered to these could potentially lead to future work, I felt that Wyatt's action would be to remove the girl from "harm." It looked consensual to Wyatt, so he's not assuming one is taking advantage of the other. His references to whorehouses and such is plainly in reference to the fact that they stole away to have carnal relations in his shuttle. As far as Wyatt's concerned, they are both at fault.
Posted on 2013-04-23 at 16:47:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sorry to change things up...
Appearance took a large piece of the pie when leading, and for Wyatt, it had always been a benefit that he could be torn up inside, but on the outside he appeared nonplussed. That’s how it was as Ash drove him about the sparse, barren landscape on parameter patrol. Captain Sung was as calm as the desertscape around them, his steely blue eyes merely scanning the lichen-covered rocks with a casual ease that completely belied the tumultuous thoughts spattering about in his brainpan like hot grease.
The information Sifu had delivered to him just before leaving on patrol did not sit easy with him–it had nearly made him cancel the patrol. It fed the fire that had been burning in his gut concerning the fact that they’d been jammed. He felt certain that the jamming of their signal was not due to any damage they’d sustained, nor was it due to some device held by whomever it was that the little monk had sensed, as weird as that was to the Browncoat. No, Wyatt felt it in his gut, and his gut was rarely wrong: there was another ship out there blocking their signal, and that meant that whoever it was that had blown up the Star was still circling.
“We’re good,” Wyatt stated as they came full circle. “Let’s head back.”
Continuing his thoughts as Ash turned towards the ship, Wyatt considered what that meant. Would the thieves have blown up the Star in the hopes of getting on board and stealing whatever valuable they were after before it went to oblivion? Thinking a job like that through, Sung was certain that he would never put his crew, or the target, at risk like that. He would have snuck himself, Willow, and possibly John and Ash on board the cruiseliner, pretending at being prettier than they were, so that they could get close to the target and make the take. Then he would have had a way to exit without blowing everything up... probably at the end of the trip unless things got noticed. Then Roc would be nearby to pick them up if they needed to jettison prior to docking. Blowing up the Star was what then? An accident?
Rocinante came into view as they passed over a moss-covered rise. She sat docile and hurt in a painful way while the refugees milled about outside the cargo bay clumped into small groups. Like confused sheep, Wyatt thought. Confused sheep with a wolf ‘r two in their midst.
It had to be an accident–the destruction of the Star. That was the only way Wyatt could figure it. Something had gone terribly wrong and now there were complications. Complications made people twitchy, as Sam would say, and that made them even more dangerous. Resting his eyes on each one of the refugees for a moment Wyatt considered which of them were likely to be the inside man Sifu had mentioned. How in the gorram hell am I to weed out such a fella tha’ they’d trust ‘im t’ be on board? Could he play out an act that would draw them out? Perhaps lure them into action where he could have set a trap? In this wasteland?
“Stay alert, Kid,” Wyatt instructed his public relations officer as they glided by the first of the refugees and up into the cargo bay. “Real alert–near twitchy-like.”
Those instructions given, Sung placed Willow and Sifu wandering through the crowd. All he needed was a look from Willow to confirm that there’d been some trouble afoot while he’d been away. Jao gao, he sighed mentally and jumped down from the mule.
“What happened?” Approaching the petite doctor and the small monk, Wyatt sheathed his shotgun in it’s back holster and adjusted his hat so that it rested back a little on his head.
(OOC: assuming something that indicates the trouble with the guy getting slapped, and that they’ve taken care of it...)
“Rung Tse Fwo Tzoo Bao Yo Wuo Muhn,” he muttered his prayer to Buddha and shook his head. “Anythin’ new on that other business we talked ‘bout?”
(OOC: I’m leaving this open as I don’t know... I’ll continue the conversation as necessary.)
With the conversation between himself, Willow, and Sifu fresh on his mind, Wyatt began searching for Wolf and John. He wanted to know exactly what shape they were in as soon as possible. They’d have to begin to formulate a plan of action to rein in those that blew up the Star before others began dying, and being able to fly again was high on Sung’s priority list. Spotting the two men talking over their notes near the stairs leading up to the catwalk, Wyatt joined them.
“Tell me she’ll fly again,” he said with no small amount of concern in his pale blue eyes.
(Assuming a full report and something like, we need to go to the processor and see what parts we can commandeer.)
“Right,” Wyatt turned and looked out at the crowd once more. “Be about it, and be about it quick. I want you back before nightfall. Don’ want noone out an’ about after that.
“We’ll need t’ set up camp fer them folk. Won’t due t’ have them all millin’ about Roc steppin’ in yer business during repairs. Saw some caves off yonder, but I’d prefer t’ see ‘em all indoors an’ out of the way, so if’n y’all see it as a possibility once ya git t’ the processor; let me know if’n we can start moving them there. Don muh?”
As the two men went their way, Wyatt turned about and spots Tess talking to a young lady on the ramp. He also noticed easily enough the two large men eyeballing them with no small amount of rapt attention. Closing his eyes for a moment, he dropped his head and uttered his prayer to Buddha once more before approaching his pilot and her new friend.
“Everything’ shiny here, Tess?”
(OOC: I’ll continue this conversation as needs be too.)
”"Wolf, we're taking the other shuttle. Ash, get to the starboard shuttle with Willow or the Captain. There's a situation you guys need to deal with." John’s voice came over the comm drawing Wyatt’s attention from the conversation at hand.
Wolf called to Wyatt as both he and the ship's gunfighter started moving in that direction, "Captain I'm with Ash right now we'll check it out"
“Ta Mah Duh!” Sung adjusted his hat so that the brim rode low and started after the two. The last thing he needed was to have his strong arm presence removed from the cargo bay right then, and Wolf had business to take care of. “I got it,” he called after them. “Ash, stick around an’ keep an eye on things fer me. Wolf, you an’ John git on ‘bout fixin’ Roc. Don La Ma?”
Stepping quickly up the stairs, he turned down the hall and strode through the shuttle door where he immediately had to admit he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. “What is this Tian Fuhn Di Fu?”
When the two didn’t respond, Wyatt was a little taken aback. Cocking his head to the side he frowned. That ain’t usual, he thought. Even a back-water whore would have the decency to cover up in his opinion. Feeling quite done with the whole affair, Captain Sung stepped forward and grabbed the girl by the arm, attempting to haul her from the older man’s grip and put some space between them.
“I said,” he grunted with the exertion. “What is this pandamonium? This here’s my shuttle not some whorehouse.”
(OOC: Leaving off here so I don’t overstep my bounds.)
Posted on 2013-04-22 at 17:29:37.
Edited on 2013-04-22 at 18:29:41 by Alacrity
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yes please...
I'd appreciate the time references, Roger. Thanks.
I've posted, interactions and timing the best I could. Sorry fellas about changing things up a bit, but I've talked some of this over with Roger, and Wyatt would want his crew doing what they are supposed to be doing. Besides... I'm thinking of using this to our advantage.
Posted on 2013-04-22 at 16:30:45.
Edited on 2013-04-22 at 17:30:52 by Bromern Sal
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