Firefly (Black-Jack)
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				Title: <strong>Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 15:31:59</strong>
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				People had always asked Grant why he called his Firerfly "Black Jack".&nbsp; It was always the same answer, he won it in a game of cards.&nbsp; This was far from the truth.&nbsp; Those who knew the Black Jack and it's crew were aware the name was an indication on how Grant conducted his business.&nbsp; Scanners were everywhere.&nbsp; Most if not all communication was monitored by the Alliance.&nbsp; An answer was to hide business negotiations in the cards.&nbsp; The employer has a pair of queens?&nbsp; Someone has been kidnapped.&nbsp; A straight flush?&nbsp; Their was money that needed stealin'.&nbsp; Play a suicide king next to two jacks?&nbsp; Some-one's been targeted for assassination.&nbsp; &nbsp;But if you see a Black Jack.....you RUN!&nbsp; You've been made.&nbsp; You run and run until you find nothing but darkness on your hull.<br><br>A week ago The Black Jack acquired the final members of the new crew.&nbsp; Grant had been hitting the main hubs looking for a gig but no-one was dealing.&nbsp; A week with no pay and if he was sure that his new guests would begin to stir and question.&nbsp; They were drifting just short of Three Hills and he wasn't sure they could even afford the fuel to hit the inner rings where the big money could be found.&nbsp; Equal the danger as well.&nbsp; He knew he could always ask about the new crews potential contacts but that would show weakness on his part.&nbsp; And so here he was in the un-occupied shuttle staring into the black running the possibilities through his mind.<br><br>A thought suddenly occurred to him as he saw an advert-board pass by.&nbsp; It was for some new soft drink but that wasn't what set his mind on fire.&nbsp; Grants idea was high risk but high reward.&nbsp; But first they would have to find financing.&nbsp; Accessing the Quartex on the ship board computer he hit the gambling boards.&nbsp; Typing in a few buttons soon his code hit the screen.&nbsp; ((JazzBuddha folds on four aces)).&nbsp; Grant exhaled.&nbsp; Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if someone bites.&nbsp; But that was time he didn't have.&nbsp; He had to give the crew more to chew on than just moldy protein and fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 00:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/005A.jpg) </div>The bridge of the Black Jack…<br><em>tap tap tap tap tap</em><br>Boredly Edie taps the console to her left, her head resting in her upturned hand on her right. She stares down at the command console in front of her, looking over the ship status once more. She’s not sure why she continues to stare at it, maybe she hopes it’ll change somehow. But she know it won’t. She sits up now in the comfortable pilot’s chair, patting the status screen as she speaks in a light tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I know, you’re hungry too, huh baby?” She’s sure if Black Jack could talk, she’d say she was hungry indeed, just like Edie was. <br><br>It hasn’t been two weeks since she joined the crew, and already things are looking bleak. Maybe this wasn’t such a grand idea, joining this crew. Not if this is how things will always be. She shakes her head as she turns in her chair, getting those thoughts out of her head. Come on, she’s had it worse. She’s seen much worse. She’s got to have a little faith in the captain, in her crew. Faith she does hope isn’t misplaced. <br><br>Now Edie pushes herself to her feet, she needs to stretch her legs a little. She paces very slowly across the bridge, her hands reaching up behind her head to pull her long dark hair back into a ponytail.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Okay.. we’re near… Three Hills…”&nbsp; Her blue eyes look upwards a little as she paces back and forth, her hands kind of absently clapping together, and then snapping her fingers in rhythm.&nbsp; &nbsp;“New Melbourne’s probably closest… if we could get there, probably be able to get some fish. Lots and lots of fish…”&nbsp; she shrugs her slim shoulders as she makes a soft groaning sound. Her hunger is clouding her thoughts.&nbsp; “Wait.. We’re right next to Three Hills..”&nbsp; &nbsp;she mutters, and she slaps herself in the forehead. Yeah, her hunger is definitely clouding her judgement. Once more she plops down in her pilot’s chair and turns a little in it, reaching under one of the consoles into a little bag she has stowed there. From it she pulls a small piece of protein ration, wrinkling her nose as she kind of devours it.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Three Hills.. Conrad has a lot of people.. mebbe lots of jobs.. or somewhere to get off this boat.”&nbsp; She says to herself with a small grin. She leans back in her chair and pats the console to her right as she speaks, glancing up.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh come on, I wouldn’t leave ya high and dry.” <br><br>She then realizes something. She sits up a little and looks out the forward view, her brows furrowed. They can’t go very far, but maybe they could improvise if they got to any world. Conrad is a good choice… but getting even there is risky. She’s… fairly… sure… kinda… that she could get the ship down in one piece with the limited amount of fuel. But if they did burn up in the atmosphere… well that’d solve their fuel and hunger problems!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 00:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.aramda.at/wre/z01.gif)</div><em>Entering the bridge of the Black Jack</em><br><br>Jess came down from the bridge, looking for the captain. She had been in her newly rented shuttle, but there was only so much unpacking, decorating, fussing about small things and rearranging she could do. Also, she was in need of some information.<br><br>There was no captain in sight, but there was Edie, the pilot. Jessica was wearing a strapless and very short white dress, and no shoes, so she got a good view of the pilot pacing and talking to herself. It seemed a little impolite to just stand there and watch, so Jess cleared her throat. <br><br>"Excuse me, Edie, do you happen to know where the captain is? I could use some information on where we are headed so that I can look for a possible client or two." While she said that, she stepped into the bridge, her bare feet barely making any sound. <br><br>Tilting her head, she added: "Or maybe you can help me with that? Has our destination been decided?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 00:51:15</strong>
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				<em>Thump thump, thump. Thump thump, thump</em>. The little red ball bounced off the deck then the wall and then bouncing off the deck again into Mac's waiting hand. He had lost track of when he came into his cabin and started idly bouncing the ball to stave off the boredom and hunger. He realised with some regret that the realisation brought back his feeling of hunger in earnest. He threw the ball one last time and sighed. He thought to himself that now was just as good a time as any to get his protein ration for the day (meagre as it was).<br>He climbed out the ladder/hatch to his room onto the main hallway and walked to the galley, tossing and catching the ball as he walked. He got to the galley and made a beeline for the storage cabinet. He took out a plate and put on about half of his allotted rations. He looked at the plate sullenly "What I'd give for some proper food. Hell. I'd sell my left nut for a Gorram grape." he said as he started to nibble at a cube.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 02:08:03</strong>
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				At this moment he didn't want his location known but he knew he had to start assigning small jobs just to keep people busy until they roped in a possible employer.&nbsp; Reaching up he grabbed the CB Radio and dialed into the cock-pit.&nbsp; Pressing down the button he cleared his throat.&nbsp; "Hey Edie.&nbsp; Keep the Coms open as we may be getting a message over the Cortex any time now concerning imminent dirty dealins'.&nbsp; In the meantime find Leena and have her meet me down in the engien room.&nbsp; We've got some prep-work that needs doin'."&nbsp; Hanging the radio back on the control panel he headed through the shuttle airlock to make his way to the belly of the Black Jack.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 22:32:40</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; We may be the only ones playing for now so go ahead and post at will.&nbsp; If no-one else joins on we can each add a second character to help fill all remaining positions
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 01:00:59</strong>
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				OOC: do you want to re-open recruitment?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 04:15:35</strong>
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				It hasn't closed.&nbsp; Im keeping it open for any newcomers.&nbsp; For now lets just rp the 5 of us?&nbsp; I didnt count.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 18:06:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/005A.jpg) </div>As she hears Jess, she half turns in her pilot’s chair, looking over her shoulder towards the woman. Before she joined the Black Jack, she had never met a Companion. Like a real, registered Companion. There was a house of ill repute on the world she is from, not so far from the farm she grew up on. But she doesn’t think that they would count as real Companions. <br><br>Now Edie turns in her chair and pushes herself to her feet. She shrugs her slim shoulders as she gives an apologetic smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;“The Cap’n said he was goin for a walk. Destination ain’t been decided on yet, but I am in the firm belief we got ourselves options.”&nbsp; &nbsp; Her right hand reaches back a little, activating the map display on her console screen, showing the system they were in.&nbsp; “Me’n Black Jack been talkin ‘bout that. Got a few choices, here. Only problem is, we’re gonna have ta gamble on which is the right choice. Once we get somewhere, we ain’t gonna be able ta leave without refuelin.”&nbsp; She gives another helpless shrug as she turns to face the woman, now leaning on the back of her pilot’s chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Choices choices, but no decision yet.”<br><br>It’s about then that the Captain’s voice comes over the comms, and Edie look to Jess with a hopeful gaze, giving her the thumbs up. He gives orders, telling her to keep the communication lines open. And to find their mechanic. Once he is finished, Edie reaches up and pulls the CB down, speaking into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Will do, cap’n.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She clicks it off and hangs it back up, looking back towards Jess.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Well that was downright anti-climatic. Wanna help me track down our engine gal?”&nbsp; &nbsp;She says as she starts towards the doorway leading out of the bridge. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 06:43:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1e/Garret-Avi.jpg)</div> Name: Garret McShay<br>Location: Black Jack – Galley<br>Tag: Edie, Jess, Open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Garret had already looked in the gallery cupboard, but that didn’t stop him from looking again.&nbsp; He knew what he would find, too few protein bars, some salt, a few balls of dust and a whole lot of hunger.&nbsp; Not much to go on, especially when you are supposed to be the ships cook.&nbsp; Now Garret could do a lot with some protein bars and minimal amounts of spices, but there wasn’t much even the high-falutent chefs of the inner system could do with this sorry set of ingredients.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He closed the steel cabinet, again and rested his arms on the bolted down countertop, his cheeks filling up with air before letting it out in a long slow sigh.&nbsp; Garret looked around at the metallic walls and began to drum his fingers against the metal.&nbsp; This was the worst part of being a vagabond, a gypsy, a wanderer, the boredom and the claustrophobia.&nbsp; Garret spent most of his time in the cargo bay or the common area or here in the galley.&nbsp; They were the largest spaces on the firefly class hauler known as the Black Jack and Garret liked the illusion of open places.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; On the Black Jack Garret would forgo his usual vest and jacket.&nbsp; If he wasn’t prepping meals he was handling cargo or assisting with anything requiring brute force and precision, none of those jobs were easy on good clothes.&nbsp; Instead he had on a pair of comfortable pants held up by plain suspenders.&nbsp; His white button up shirt sleeves were rolled half way up his forearms and a black bowler hat rested on his shaggy locks.&nbsp; He was a man ready to work, with no job at hand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“What I would give for a gorram steak right now.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 09:32:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.aramda.at/wre/z01.gif)</div>Name: Jessica Shang-Xin<br>Location: Black Jack - Bridge<br><hr><em>She has been talking to the ship?</em> That was a bit strange, but Jess did not show her surprise, her eyebrows stayed where they were. She only raised them mentally. <br><br>"So we have no idea where we are going yet? I would need to know soon." It was impossible to make any appointment without knowing where you would be at a certain time. That was something Jess needed to get used to, still. It had been quite different on the central planets. <br><br>When the pilot asked for Jess to help her track down the mechanic, she nodded enthusiastically. It would be at least a diversion, even though it could not be that hard to find her. After all, the ship was not that big. But they might run into the captain.<br><br>Jess hooked her arm with the pilot's and gave the woman a smile, then they walked out of the bridge. Entering the galley, she saw the "cook" (he was quite obviously more than a cook) rummaging through the cupboards.<br><br>"Good day, Mr. McShay", she said, remembering his name. She gave him a smile too, the man looked quite frustrated and seemed to need one. 
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				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 11:40:25</strong>
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				Name: Matthew "Mac" McIntire<br>Location: Galley<br>Tagging: Jessca, Garret<br><hr><br>Matthew watched as the ships cook searched through the cupboards an vain. "I know what you mean" he said as Garrets sentiments reflected his own "Hope the Captain's got summat planned before we have to start boiling our belts, though I'm sure you could work your magic on them". he said to Garret.<br>He turned as he heard a voice of Jessica greeting Garret but missing him. He wouldn't hold it against her, he was leant against a cabinet around the corner out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 22:09:23</strong>
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				Name: Grant<br>Job:&nbsp; Captain<br>Location Shuttle to entering Galley<br><br>Exiting the shuttle he found himself in the main galley were a large number of the team had gathered up.&nbsp; The moment they noticed him he knew he had to give answers to a job that they not yet had.&nbsp; He smiled and nodded to the three and put on his infamous 'BS' charm.&nbsp; "Great!&nbsp; Just the people I wanted to see."&nbsp; He then gestured to the cook.&nbsp; Mac, it's great to have you on board but your going to have to learn the way of the space combat if your going to sail with me.&nbsp; Now we have a job lined up and we'll need people to man the turrets up top and on the belly.&nbsp; Mac, go see Edie, she'll clue you in on the turrets basic functions"<br><br>He then looked at Jessica and his attitude shifted.&nbsp; He didn't know how to act in front of her.&nbsp; She was the closest thing to Alliance that was on his ship.&nbsp; They were also in a silent struggle of power.&nbsp; Out in the real world a woman such as herself would be justified to shoot him down just for looking at her wrong.&nbsp; But she was on his ship and he needed to maintain order which required holding a higher status.&nbsp; In his mind it was like trying to hold a puffer fish.&nbsp; Rare, desired and if handled wrong, potentially deadly.&nbsp; He looked back at the two men.<br><br>"If you have any questions speak up now.&nbsp; We all have jobs to do and I have yet to visit the engine room.&nbsp; Jessica I'm going to need you to come with me.&nbsp; You have a part to play to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 00:22:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.aramda.at/wre/z01.gif)</div>Name: Jessica Shang-Xin<br><em>Registered Companion</em><br>Location: Black Jack - Galley<br><hr><strong>OOC:</strong> I am assuming that Jess is not on a first name basis with anyone yet, having been on the ship only shortly. She will warm up in time, but it will take more than a couple of days where nothing happened.&nbsp; ;)<br><hr><strong>IC: </strong>Jess was a little startled when she noticed the second man hanging out behind a corner. But she did not show any sign of that. "Ah, Mr. McIntire. Good day to you. I almost did not notice you." <em>That's the guy who likes guns</em>, she reminded herself. <em>Better to be polite.</em> Jess quickly decided against a pun about Scots.<br><br>Then the captain walked in and started a little speech. <em>No need to scare the poor girl? I'm standing right here.</em> But then he said something which actually raised her left eyebrow. She had to say something about it. "Captain, while I respect your authority, I must remind you that I am a paying passenger on this nice vessel. I do not take orders from you unless we are in a life-threatening situation. So please refrain from giving me orders. And I can only be a paying passenger if I am able to schedule appointments, therefore I am keen to know what our destination is. Would you please tell me?"<br><br>Contrary to the serious tone she used before she now gave him a cute smile. "Now if you ask me nicely, I might just join you. I am curious to see what part you want me to play for what. I'm not saying that I concur, but I am curious. After you, good sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 00:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>OOC: </strong><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173181.msg8231991#msg8231991">Quote from: Kaya on 16-05-2013, 00:22:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jess quickly decided against a pun about Scots.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[/b]<br>I hadn't actually planned on making him stereotypically Scottish. But that statement made me smile so much that from now on that's what he's going to be accent (as much as I can convey in type), whiskey and all.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 00:42:33</strong>
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				Grant<br>Job: Captain<br>Galley<br><br>Grant squinted at Jessica trying to figure her out but suddenly smiled.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; Not your job, your right.&nbsp; I just thought a companion would want the vessel she travels aboard to appear formal and fashionable.&nbsp; You see the Black Jack has a 'shutter hull' that means our current exterior and be switched to an alternate with the push of a button."&nbsp; At the moment the hull was jet black and dotted white.&nbsp; The closest to camouflaged when out in the verse.&nbsp; Such a paint job would draw attention on world so they switched to a plain gun-metal grey.<br><br>"I though a well educated woman would jump at the opportunity to paint the ship she calls her home in order to convey a sense of quality."&nbsp; He then leaned in and looked at her.&nbsp; "But your right.&nbsp; You DON'T work for me and this isn't a job for you."&nbsp; He then marched down the steps leading to the engine room.&nbsp; "I always wanted to pilot a ship where the vapor trail is coming out the butt of a cartoon monkey...."&nbsp; At this he smiled and walked on.
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				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 03:39:59</strong>
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				OOC: I am going to wait for Mia to post before reacting to everything.&nbsp; Don't want anyone left behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 03:53:52</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; I thought we might be able to post at will as long as we do it responsibly 
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				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 04:09:04</strong>
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				OOC: I don't have a problem with that.&nbsp; I&nbsp; just don't want people to get left behind is all.
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				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 04:11:23</strong>
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				Leena sat in the middle of the engine room scowling and growling at the piece she couldn't quite get in place. Her hair was in a messy bun with bits of hair stuck to sweat and grease on the side of her face. Her hands were practically black with the grease and it seemed she tried to wipe some of it off as there were black smudges all over her overalls. <br><br>She yelped out a curse as the piece fell and some red began to mix with the black grease on a finger. Without thinking, she stuffed it in her mouth only to make a very disgusted face and gagging the finger out of her mouth. She jumped up and ran to her toolbox to get a rag to wipe her mouth and then clean off her finger. She seethed through gritted teeth. She was extremely frustrated. It wasn't a hug deal. It just kept Black Jack on course is all. But it was this tiny little plug that needed to go into this tiny little slot in the farthest, unreachable bit of the engine. Her hands weren't manly, but nor were they dainty. <br><br>She had tried small pliers, but she couldn't seem to get the precision right. After wrapping tape around her finger, she muttered curses picking it up and muttering a curse pretty much saying let's just do it, she worked her hand into the small compartment, praying she could get it back out. She winced as she forces her knuckles to be pushed through the metal and she was so close. It was right there. She held it there and grabbed her pliers and holding it with one hand and using the pliers with another, it finally plugged back in.<br><br>She shouted and hopped up, yelling out as she realized her hand was still in the crevice. She settled back down and began working it out of there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 01:48:11</strong>
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				(OOC)<br>If anyone is interested I will be doing my internet radio show tonight.&nbsp; This sites rules prevent me from posting details on threads so if you have an interest in tuning in send me a message request.<br>(OOC)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 02:00:16</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; Ballborn, since Crash decided to leave I'll change my post to say he wants you to see the pilot to learn the controls for the turret cannons
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 09:16:38</strong>
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				Grant:&nbsp; Captain<br>Galley ---&gt; Engine room<br><br>Grant clambered down the stairs away from the Galley, his mind working quicker than his feet.&nbsp; In one hand he still had the programming tablet he was going to offer Jess before she made a huff.&nbsp; Just for fun he tapped away on the screen as he playfully started making a highly offensive hull design to infuriate Jess if she chose to follow.&nbsp; "Hey Leena.&nbsp; What do you think goes best with brown? Yellow, or perhaps a lime green."&nbsp; Still smiling he decided to put his fun aside and address the issue.&nbsp; "By the way.&nbsp; We have a job coming and I was hoping you could configure the fuel intake a bit.&nbsp; I was wondering, would it be possible to take the tank reserves we have to break 'atmo but have them burn long rather than hot?&nbsp; We might need to do some racing so I need you to get this thing running for speed rather than efficient."&nbsp; He then walked up to the turning turbine resting a shoulder on it.&nbsp; <br><br>"And don't go worrying about finding a place to refuel.&nbsp; If all goes well the fuel will come to us."&nbsp; He then rested his back onto the railing and sighed.&nbsp; "It's a work of genius really.&nbsp; I outdid myself this time no doubt about it."&nbsp; Grant wasn't good at playing much of anything.&nbsp; He couldn't play cards 'without cheating' couldn't play sports and definitely could not play a musical instrument to save his life.&nbsp; The one thing he did know how to play, was people.&nbsp; It didn't feel right pulling a con on his own crew but it was either give them the hope of potential wealth, or give them a good reason to form a mutiny.&nbsp; "So, do you think you can modify this boat or to we have to go out and paddle?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 22:30:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was still growling and cursing as Grant came in. It finally registered to her that he had come in and asked her some questions. She paused, hands still lodged inside the guts. Blood dripped, but her hands were stinging so it became background static to her. She tried to blow at the hair in her eye, eventually shaking. She finally pulled one black and red hand out to brush it behind her ear. She then pulled the other one out and leaned back onto her legs, resting both hands on her knees.<br><br>She let out a deep sigh, "Blue. Dark brown and light blue. I guess... It just looks right in my head. And sure. No pro..." she looked over the engine and looked at him beaming a bright smile, "no problem at all. Give me a few hours to work on it?" Stuffing her hands into the engine again, she nodded, "Sure ya are. But I think I'll wait to see how this all pans out before I put faith in it." She smirked at her own hypocrisy. She was asking them to trust her with the engines, but she didn't trust this guy with creating plans. This was going to be interesting in deed. However, either they were good, or like her, good at bullshitting and the group dynamic would pull together nicely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 23:04:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Name: Mac<br>Job:&nbsp; Security<br>Location: Galley ------&gt; Cockpit<br>Tags: people in galley, Edie<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173181.msg8231180#msg8231180">Quote from: ChainsawAdams on 15-05-2013, 22:09:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; Now we have a job lined up and we'll need people to man the turrets up top and on the belly.&nbsp; Mac, go see Edie, she'll clue you in on the turrets basic functions"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Aye Cap'n. Been lookin forward to gettin my hands on them girls since the moment I saw em'" he said with a toothy grin. It was no secret that Mac liked things that went boom. Mostly because his aptitude often involved stealth and taking out targets from afar, so firing big guns without the reprocussions was like christmas to him.<br>As he left he gave a brief tap to his brow to the captain and a nod and "Ma'am" to the Companion<br><br>After he made his way through the corridor, he found himself outside the cockpit. He slid the door open and knocked on the doorframe to get Edie's attention. "Yal'rite lass? The Cap'n sent me up 'ere to see if you can show me how the guns work." he said crossing his arms and leaning against the frame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 00:56:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC:&nbsp; Okay, it looks like half the crew decided to quit not more than a week after we began.&nbsp; So we can either just drop the RP, or we each create a second crew member to RP as.&nbsp; I thought I'd see what you would all think is best.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 02:37:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: I can bring in my passenger character if you want.... or I can make another crew member?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 03:02:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				ok, I have a character already made that can take the captains place.&nbsp; Who-ever still wants to be in please make a second character in the 'serenity' thread.&nbsp; But if you feel you want to bail out please say so now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 20:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: would rather you reopen recruitment (as we are only a short way into the adventure)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 21:03:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Good Idea<br><br><br>-STORY PAUSE-<br><br>until further notice we are returning back to the recruitment thread
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 23:49:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				TO THE FORUMS!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly (Black-Jack)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WashAutumstar</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 17:57:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You still looking for characters?
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