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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wyatt
I've replied to your latest post, Roger. I will try to find some time to update the character sheet here in the near future and get it off to you.
I've no suggestions, or influences, to compound the situation as I tend to enjoy working with what's provided in game play. Helps keep me on my toes. However, the covert comment does raise my curiosity. Personally, I like the idea of any one of the crew being able to somewhat fill another's spot just in case there's a need. Wyatt can fly Roc, but prefers to take a command role. So, Roger's idea that he'd be looking for a well-rounded individual to fill Sam's shoes is dead on.
Posted on 2012-07-30 at 18:51:38.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Merging...and responding
Sometimes it seemed to Wyatt as though life in the Black hung caught between segments of Time unable, or unwilling, to progress. At other times the strenuous requirements to meet a schedule, come in under cost, or deal with the unexpected Fate tossed their way, sped Time as though it were a canyon run with the Alliance hot on its heels. Captain Sung currently felt caught in the middle, living in memory.
He stood behind the pilot's seat in the cockpit of Rocinante, Sam's farewell note clenched in his white-knuckled fist. His pale blue eyes stared through the windows, but we're turned towards the memories that played recklessly through his head. The muscles in his jaw clenched and unclenched as thoughts of the first time he and Sam had met took center stage. The cocky pilot and the no nonsense drunk, duking it out in a release of anger, misunderstanding, and bonding experience that led to the closest friendship Wyatt Sung had experienced since his wife. Sam had been right: they were more brothers than just friends, and Sam Dash's impromptu and unceremonious exit from Wyatt's life reopened old wounds the like of which he hadn't felt since the murder of his family. That was why there was a dryness to his mouth; an ache inside that cried out to be dulled--to be burnt from his body by the liquid fire he'd indulged in when he and Sam had first met. His grip on the cool metal of the pilot seat's back rest tightened and he took a deep breath.
He'd already heard Asher's righteous call of indignation at the discovery of Sam's theft, and the explosion from the Kid's quarters had likely awakened the rest of the crew. Wyatt looked back down the hall towards the galley where Wyatt had left Trish with a gentle squeeze of her hand. The crew would need to know what had happened--they'd want to know why, and deserved to know as well. But Sung couldn't give them the answers they'd be looking for. It wasn't his place to share Sam's past with others. He figured Dash told those he wanted to know and that was that. Furthermore, Wyatt had responsibilities to the crew to get Roc flying with contracts in hand and the cargo bay full, or expecting. He couldn't afford to sit in sorrow over the departure of his brother...at least not in front of the crew.
Taking another deep breath he shoved the note into his pocket and picked up the intercom mic for the second time; having been overwhelmed by the emotions surging within him to make the necessary announcement from the galley. Pressing the button, he paused for a moment with the mic near his lips. He had nothing concocted, and there was no magic in presenting the situation. So, he did what usually worked well for him: he told it how it was.
"This is your captain," his ghostly gray eyes drifted once more out the window to the city beyond. "Sam Dash has tendered his resignation and will no longer be flying with us. It was a difficult decision for him, an' he wishes all of you his best. He had some fond nonsense t' pass on t' each of ya; which if yer so inclined t' hear I'll share it with you in a more confidential setting later.
"Meanwhile, this leaves us short a pilot and a job. So, git yer gear together an' git about yer day people. We got work t' do in order t' get back into the Black. I want to burn atmo as soon as possible."
The mic went back into its hook, and Wyatt turned the pilot's chair about to sink into it. Placing his already worn hat on the console where Sam had kept his pin ups, Wyatt ran his left hand through his black hair and closed his eyes.
"There's credits in the bank, the tanks are full, the crews been paid, an' we're still flyin'," he mumbled with his eyes still closed and his hand gripping the hair at the back of his head. "We're still flyin'..."
After a couple of minutes, and once he heard the clatter of boots on the grating in the corridors outside the crew quarters, Wyatt rose to his feet, replaced his hat low over his brow, slung his brown coat about his shoulders and strode towards the cargo bay. Kora, Sam, even Andrew...they were still part of his crew--his family--it didn't matter where they were. They weren't dead, so he wouldn't mourn them. He climbed the stairs to the cargo bay and determined to get right on with things. By the time he join the rest of the crew to give directions concerning assignments, he was solid in his convictions. The emptiness and loss he felt at Sam's leaving was stores neatly away in the same place he kept Eden's and Summer's. The rest of the 'Verse wasn't welcome there--couldn't find it, and that's the way it would stay.
"All right people," Wyatt tugged on his gloves as he surveyed what was left of his crew. "Let's be about this day. Willow, you're with me. We're looking' fer work, an' a new pilot. Got some ideas where t' go, so I don' fancy we'll be out too long. Let Wolf know what supplies you need fer the infirmary if anything. Wolf, you an' Asher git with Ma an' see what stocking' up we need. If'n we can take on guests, I'll be right happy t' do so. Let's move."
Posted on 2012-07-30 at 18:48:20.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Hornsilver Mine - Old Shaft, Regina, Frisco, Day Nine 12:50am Planet Time
Truth be told, Wyatt could have cared less had Brigit followed them out. A part of him had already clumped her into the same category as the Alliance, the men who had ended his happy life before the War, and just slightly below Reavers. But, that didn’t mean that he’d dismissed her. His experience in the War had taught him that even in the worst of times people can take advantage of opportunities to rid themselves of obstacles or opponents, and he had no doubt that despite the fog that red-headed succubus was in, she was still coherent enough to know that she wasn’t about to get away with her actions should they all survive. In his mind, a desperate enough criminal would take whatever action they could to eliminate as many witnesses standing against them as possible. So, climbing quickly from the shuttle into the swirling black chaos, Wyatt Sung paid mind to where the schoolmarm was in relation to him, and the actions she was taking. That, in and of itself, was quite the challenge, but when the pitch black and the deafening noise was added to the equation, the captain was forced to rely on Fate and Luck.
Wuh de tyen, ah, Wyatt thought as he choked on dust and stumbled over debris that hadn’t been there the last time he’d traversed the shaft. Setting his jaw, the veteran of the Unification War pushed forward with grim determination. Ain’t no way me and mine is bein’ buried in this mudball. He stumbled often, and occasionally heard the voices of others ahead, or the whimper that escaped Brigit’s mouth as she found the same pitfall he’d just tripped over, but something in his subconscious was directing him, and his right hand had found the wall. It was with some relief that he felt the iron rail of the ladder finally embraced within his hand, and his boot settle on the lowest rung.
“Run-tse duh fwotzoo...” he breathed through clenched teeth as he began to truck his way up the ladder. He could hear Brigit’s boots clang below him confirming her ascent, and for a moment—the briefest of moments—he thought about pausing long enough to make sure justice was paid. But his wife’s voice echoed soothingly through his mind telling him he’d visited enough justice on people, and that it was time to move on from that role. That’s when the collapse of the shaft spit earthen spirits up after them in a blast of cool air that whipped Wyatt’s coat about him and took his hat right off his head. Closing his eyes and holding his breath against the onslaught, Sung breathed out another sigh of relief as the sudden rush of energy was displaced by silence. Coughing a bit as the drifting dust caught in his throat the captain looked up through squinting eyes. He could barely make out the silhouettes of people traversing the ladder above him confirming that at least some of his people had made it out.
Returning his focus to the climb, Wyatt made it up another fifteen to twenty rungs before finding his hat wedged between the ladder and the rough wall. “Shiny,” he muttered as he snatched it and placed it tightly back on his head. Not five rungs later and he caught sight of something floating through the settling drift towards him. At first he wondered if it was a net descending to catch them like fish in a barrel, but as it drew nearer he recognized a harness…an automatic harness that snaked its way about his chest and under his arms to snare him in its embrace and hoist him from the steel of the ladder with ease. Closing his eyes, Wyatt allowed the momentary respite to take over. He relaxed completely and allowed his chin to rest on his chest. He felt his muscles suddenly protest the tension he’d been keeping them under, and the base of his skull began to throb. As the lift began to slow, he lifted his head to the bright circular light beyond the shaft and said a silent prayer to Buddha in thanks.
The outstretched hands of townsfolk was accepted as they drew him to the side of the shaft and helped release the harness. Looking about, Wyatt muttered “Sheh-sheh,” to those about him as he placed the locations of his crew. The first person he saw was Bowman, and he gave his uncle a nod while taking in the badge he now wore. There’d be time for an explanation later, of that Wyatt was sure. Removing his hat, Wyatt slapped the dust from it as he took in Willow with the town doctor working on Fenris. Asher and Sam had joined up nearby looking a mess, the both of them. Wyatt caught the Kid’s eye and gave him a slight nod as he replaced his hat low over his eyes. The Kid had done good, and had survived another scrape while running with him. He’d definitely proven himself time and time again. Wyatt just wished there was some way to reward him that would be fitting. Then there was Sam looking like he’d ran face first into an on-coming train. He looked miserable, and frightened (though it wasn’t likely that others could see the fear as Wyatt could). Sung felt for his best-friend, and looked about for signs of any Alliance about more out of habit than anything else.
The declarations and clapping from the townsfolk nearby drew Wyatt’s attention from his crew to where they’d just pulled Brigit up. He watched with grim satisfaction as she fell to her knees upon being released from the harness and covered her head. Her previous costume of control and seduction was replaced with a string of vulgarity and cursing at how badly her head hurt. But sympathy was too far gone for her as far as Wyatt was concerned.
“Pantelline?” Doc McGuire observed with some amusement in his voice that caused Wyatt to look over at where he knelt by Wolf, and take in the appreciative smile he gave to Willow. “Remind me never to cross you Miss Willow.” Another part of the story Wyatt would have to learn more about.
“Okay, I want these men,” Doc McGuire said pointing at Wolf, Sam and Asher, “Brought to my place now! Gently too, so no rough riding.” The Doctor looked over to Willow, “You feel up to helping? I’m just an old country doctor.”
Wyatt turned to follow his crew just as Andrew approached Brigit and crouched down near where she was retching in the grass. “Good day Miss Brigit. We haven’t been introduced. The name is Andrew Bowman and I am the new sheriff in town. I am also a close friend and relative by marriage to Captain Wyatt Sung. I believe you and I will have a lot to talk about so let me just say, you are now bound by law,” Andrew leaned down and roughly grabbed her wrists to slap a pair of handcuffs on her, “and now you are bound up right pretty. Now stay right there or I will have them lights brought down to shine directly on you. Dohn ma?”
Taking one final look at Brigit’s crumpled form, now unceremoniously cuffed and wretched-looking, Wyatt took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Somehow, by Buddha’s Grace, or a turn of luck Wyatt was sure he’d be paying for in the future, the whole crew had survived. It had been a wild ride, and change had dominated his ship: he’d miss Kora, and it looked as though Andrew had himself a new home as well. But, they were still flying, and that made it a good day. Dropping his gaze to the ground for a brief moment, Wyatt then looked up after those that was injured being loaded onto their means for transport to the Doc’s, and when he did so he was ever the picture of stoic intrepidness…dirty, dusty, even a little bloody, but there it was nonetheless.
Wyatt left the scene by the shaft without any more care as to what happened to Brigit. He followed the Doc and his crew to see them cared for. He’d worry later about how they’d afford to fuel Rocinante, and what job they’d pick up to fund their lives.
Posted on 2012-07-25 at 22:33:08.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Delays are my fault
I am currently in Yellowstone with the family on vacation. I'll see if I can't slip some time to post in.
OK. I posted. Great game, Roger! As usual. I'm looking forward to the next installment of Rocinante.
Posted on 2012-07-25 at 17:36:16.
Edited on 2012-07-25 at 22:33:55 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Points
I'll use the rest of my points to facilitate the Leadership to get the rest of the crew out of there...if I've already used it (I cannot remember), then I'll use them to advance my rolls successes. But use them, I will!
Posted on 2012-07-23 at 07:00:19.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Crap!
I forgot about that...grrr...
Posted on 2012-07-10 at 21:42:56.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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