Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)
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				Title: <strong>Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 03:17:44</strong>
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				<strong>Approaching Eavesdown Docks, Persephone ~ Present Day</strong><br>(This is the story RP thread! The only characters on the ship so far are Samson, Santiago and Thalia, as well as anyone else who was crew before she arrives on Persephone. However, everyone is free to post now.)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img837/1397/rjrd.png)</div>The Firefly class transport, Man's Ruin, streaked through the lower atmosphere of Persephone, alarms blaring in the cockpit. "It sounds like she's gonna crash!" Thalia yelled, hanging on to the railing outside the cockpit door as the ship lurched discomfortingly to one side. The primary buffer panel was gone. Literally. It had fallen off in the upper atmosphere and their descent had threatened to incinerate them in the process. It didn't - Man's Ruin could take more than that, but it wasn't the smoothest ride, nor the most reassuring. The ship was running hot.<br><br>Man's Ruin limped toward Eavesdown and Samson was having trouble keeping her balanced. There was definitely a grinding noise from the engines where there shouldn't have been one. A voice came over Santiago's controls, "Man's Ruin. You have clearance to land. Bay 51. Do you need emergency assistance? I repeat - do you need assistance?" It wasn't like it would do a lot of good, if they assisted. The best they could do was cool the ship down and clean up the mess if it crashed. "I'm pretty sure that red button over there shuts off the alarm," Thalia added helpfully. It wouldn't do a lot of good if the control tower couldn't hear them.<br><br>The ship was coming in too fast, and the control tower must've seen that too. Man's Ruin wasn't slowing down enough and the landing bay was coming up mighty fast. They had 20 seconds at most before they were going to land, one way or another.<br><br><hr><br>Thread Index: <br><br>Game Thread - Current (Chapter 2 - The Gamble): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.0<br>Game Thread (Chapter 1 - Crossroads): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206036.0<br>Background Prologue Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205912.0<br>OOC Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205809.0<br>Shey's Cortex: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208072.0<br><br>Finalised Characters: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205814.0<br>NPC List: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206008.0<br>World Building Thread (Preliminary sheets shown on this thread): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=204953.0<br>Group Roleplays Wanted Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205765.0<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 04:34:59</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago, first mate of <em>Man's Ruin</em></span></span><br>2519, present day<br>Approaching Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br><br>Beep-beep beep-beep beep-beep beep-beep...<br><br>Emergency klaxons sounded while red lights flashed.<br><br><em>"It sounds like she's gonna crash!"</em><br><br>It was Thalia.&nbsp; I responded.<br><br><strong>"Excellent diagnosis, doc.&nbsp; Don't suppose you got prescription to remedy this particular situation."</strong><br><br>The radio.<br><br><em>"Man's Ruin.&nbsp; You have clearance to land.&nbsp; Bay 51.&nbsp; Do you need emergency assistance?&nbsp; I repeat - do you need assistance?"</em><br><br>I was just about to respond.&nbsp; Thalia again.<br><br><em>"I'm pretty sure that red button over there shuts off the alarm."</em><br><br><strong>"Red button.&nbsp; Right."</strong><br><br>It took some effort with all of us leaning one way and the aforementionedbutton being the other way, but eventually I was able to press the flat red circle and make current events at least <em>seem</em> a bit less dire.<br><br>I cleared my throat, my voice calm despite our chances, as I spoke into the microphone on the headset.<br><br><strong>"Mayday, mayday.&nbsp; This is <em>Man's Ruin</em>.&nbsp; <em>Man's Ruin </em>is going down.&nbsp; <em>Man's Ruin </em>is coming in hard.&nbsp; <em>Man's Ruin </em>is going down.&nbsp; <em>Man's Ruin</em>... aw, the hell with it."</strong><br><br>The ship jumped and Thalia got a bit closer to me in the co-pilot's seat of the cockpit.<br><br><strong>"I'd rather regret doing this than never doing it at all."</strong><br><br>I planted a kiss right on Thalia's lips, then sat her in my lap and wrapped my big arms around her to hold her tight against me.&nbsp; She wasn't strapped in like me and Samson was.&nbsp; Maybe I'd be able to hang on enough to keep her from bouncing around the cockpit.&nbsp; Her ass sure did feel nice on me.&nbsp; And she smelled real good too.<br><br>There could be worse ways to go.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 06:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Ship's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Approaching Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Open<br>Location - Moving to the nearest Saloon/watering hole&nbsp; <hr><br>A bead of sweat rolled down his face as the damn ship truly tested its rivets on its descent. They had lost a crucial part of the ship on their way down and keeping the ship stable was proving troublesome, especially when piloting was not Samson's strong suit. "Well you two shut yur yaps!" He growled out, cutting off the coms with the port as he manually fought the ship to stabilize it on its way down.<br><br>The Man's Ruin was about to live up to its name, as the port ahead got closer and closer! Samson waited to the last moment and shot the thrusters, scaring the landing crew below. The ship jerked hard, bucking like a bull at a rodeo before it landed, HARD! The whine of the engines dulled to nothing and he slumped in his chair, exhausted. "You know...when you cook, I don't go and make a big deal..." He took a breath to compose himself, comparing their hard landing to the food Santiago produced.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get a room you two..." Samson laughed as he unstrapped himself and left the cockpit. With the door behind him, he opened the coms to the port. "Sorry about the scare, its my pilot's first day." He joked as he exited out the back of the ship to asses the damage.<em> I need a damn pilot and fast. </em><br><br>"Look's like we are grounded, I'm gonna look for someone to fix her up, you guys...take a few days. Any prospects on jobs send them my way. Castle out." He spoke to his crew before checking in with the dock master. Samson needed a drink, a pilot and a mechanic, drink would be fastest. With his mind set on a nearby watering hole, he decided to start there for his drink. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 19:50:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Samson<br>Location - On Man's Ruin<br><hr><br>"Regret doing what, not crashinnggg-?" One moment she feared their landing, the next Santiago was kissing her. <em>Oh gods, we're going to die,</em> she realised, not really thinking the most clearly as he pulled her on to his lap. He felt good, but she was trying not to notice. <em>You can't do that,</em> she thought at him real hard. <em>I get to decide if I want to climb on your lap!</em> but it wasn't lost on her that she was still kissing him. She was caught between outrage, outright fear at their possibly-impending demise, and the fact she kind of liked it. Goddamnit, she was going to kill him later. There was no way at all he was getting away with this, she decided, if she happened to survive. For reasons of the crash, and only that, she held on to him as the ship plummeted like a stone toward the runway. Everything shook as it collided with Bay 51, and they were practically deafened by screeching, grinding metal. For her part in things, she wasn't injured at all.<br><br>When their lips parted from the force of the collision, she looked him over to ensure he was alright, then punched him in the arm as punishment. The Captain's comment caused her to stare at him blankly, before he made his exit. "You don't just kiss a girl like that!" she said to Santiago. "Why did you?" Then she kissed him back, fast, and climbed off his lap, her expression a curious mix of 'what the hell just happened?', 'I'm alive' and 'you're tempting me, goddamnit'. She turned to look at the controls when she heard the Captain's voice over the comm. A few days to spend off ship and stretch her legs. That was something to look forward to, though being stranded on Persephone for the time being wasn't a good thing. The ship could cost a lot to fix.<br><br>"That was very bold," she said softly, her expression coy.. enough that he could tell she enjoyed it, before she stretched and decided it was time to go pack.<br><br><hr><br><strong>The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone</strong><br>Tagging: All<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img822/157/dh1g.jpg)</div> <br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img853/812/feuu.jpg)</div>Once off the ship, Persephone was hot, dusty and crowded. In fact, Eavesdown didn't look so different to how it always did, with many folks from all over the galaxy gathered in one place. Most of them were passing through or killing time until they were off someplace else, but there were stalls selling food, passengers looking for ships and crew looking for passengers. What was apparent was that the patrols had been ramped up. These weren't purple-bellies, they wore the plain gear of the dockyard security, but you could pick them a mile off by the batons and sense of focus. They were keeping the peace and looking out for trouble.<br><br>The crowd thinned out a bit once Samson was past the docks, though he continued to draw a few cautious glances on account of his weapons. There were plenty of pubs here. The Last Stand was a more run-down saloon than The Silent Knife, which sat beside it. Knowing Persephone, it's name was probably less coincidental than it sounded. It wasn't hard to find someone to kill anybody you wanted dead, out this way. Money talked and some people would do anything for cold, hard cash. That including kill the owner of it.<br><br>It was morning on the planet and for that reason, it looked like he'd caught the pub at a quiet time. A few heads turned Samson's way when he entered through the door, but they soon went back to minding their own business. All but the bartender's, that is. An older man with a bushy moustache, he sat there polishing glasses with a rag that looked more likely to dirty them than clean them. <br><br>"What can I git ya?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 22:14:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open <br>Location - Walking through markets around the dock area<hr><br>&nbsp;Three days. <em>Three</em> gorram days it's been since Sidney had a job, and his funds were starting to run low. Sure his last job paid fine. But when the captain told them that their next job was transporting some "sensitive cargo" for a friend in the business of entertainment of the female variety, Sidney decided to call it quits. Not feeling that such a venture would be prosperous or more importantly <em>right</em>, Sidney left, taking his due pay and leaving without a backwards glance. Of course as soon as the ship left atmo, the local Alliance received an anonymous message about illegal human trafficking. <br>&nbsp;Sensing Sidneys melancholy Sha-li sat on his shoulder chirped out "swai" before nuzzling his cheek. Causing Sidney to smile. "I know" Sidney cooed to the bird, scratching her head with a finger. "I still think leaving was the best thing we did" he continued. "Still, A job would be better don't you...? He turned to where Sha-li had been perched only a moment ago, but was now missing. It was unlike her to fly off. <br>&nbsp;"Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng!" Sidney turned to where the noise came from. Catching a flash of blue between the crowd. "Get this hwun dan thing off me." He moved through the crowd to see a man on the floor and Sha-li flapping and sreetching and pecking at his face. The noise of muffled laughter emitting from some of the crowd. Sidney was about to intervene, when he noticed clutched in the man's hand a familiar looking object. He padded his pocket and found that his wallet was in fact, missing. Sidney strode forwards and collected his wallet from the man's hand. And probably longer than he should have later collected Sha-li. "Many thanks sir. You've found my wallet." The man moved as if to move towards Sidney but a sharp his from Sha-li set him back on his rump, along with more laughter from the crowd. "Yeah, uh. Found it on the ground. Musta fell out your pocket"<br>&nbsp;"Thanks again" Sidney said with a nod as he turned away. Sha-li giving the thief the bird equivalent of a death stare the whole time. As soon as they were down the street Sha-li chirped up. "Job done?" she chirruped. "Yeah it is, I suppose you've earned a treat. " he replied, heading towards the mouth watering smell of hot biscuits (this is the English meaning of the word, Think Graham crackers), buying one for himself and another for Sha-li. Who grasped it in one claw before almost attacking it with her beak in her haste to devour it. Sidney was about to took into his own, relishing the warm buttery smell. When a noise of protesting metal caught his attention. <br>&nbsp;Sidney looked up to catch a glimpse of a ship in the vague shape of a dragon from the old legends of Earth-that-was with a bright yellow glow to its aft. "Huh. That looked like a Firefly" he said. taking a bit out of his biscuit. He walked for a few paces before stopping suddenly, causing Sha-li to fling out her wings to stop herself falling. "That <em>was</em> a Firefly!" He said out loud, ignoring the strange looks from others around him. Before starting off in the direction of where the ship was. <br>&nbsp;It took him almost an hour to make his way to where the Firefly class ship had berthed. He looked at the information sign in front of it. Firefly Class Transport. Designation:Man's Ruin, Time until Departure: 2d 23hr, Captain: Castle, Crew vacancies: 1. Pilot required... "Wait! <strong>Pilot</strong> required?" Sidney almost exclaimed out loud. He stood back and looked up. Admiring her contours. The almost noble bearing of her cockpit at the prow. Could it be? Could he really become a pilot of a firefly class transport? A ship he'd wanted to see, let alone pilot. Sine he'd heard one of the old hands describe one on his first ore transport as a junior rating. He was still stood admiring the ship when they found him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 03:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Open<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWHniL8MyMM</div></div><br>Everyone went back to minding their own business quickly, no doubt some of the people in there were looking to avoid someone or another. It was early, too early to be drinking but most people had not almost smashed into the planet on a multi-ton vessel. The ship needed some tender love and care, hell Samson would not mind a little of his own but first things first, a drink. "Anything as long as it is cold and a beer." The tender nodded, poured a frosty mug of beer and went back to dirtying his other glasses with his rag. <br><br>Samson drank before he reached for his tablet, antiquated by core world standards, it still allowed him to post on the cortex. He was no computer guy, what took a person no effort, took him a few moments but he was surprised to see his last posting for a pilot had refreshed itself upon them landing. It took him a second beer and an order of salty pretzels to edit the information. Anyone checking the cortex on their own device or a console would be able to see his request, or so he hoped. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>***Old Posting on the Cortex Updated***</strong></div><br><div align="center"><em>Firefly Class Transport. Designation:Man's Ruin, Time until Departure: <del>2d 23hr</del> TBD<br>Captain: Castle<br>Crew vacancies: 1. Pilot needed, cooking skills a bonus. <br>Mechanic needed, to start now<br>Shuttle(s) open - 2 <br>Destinations - open, departure pending on repairs </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 04:41:20</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago, first mate of <em>Man's Ruin</em></span></span><br>2519, present day<br>In <em>Man's Ruin</em>, Bay 51, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br><br><em>"You know...when you cook, I don't go and make a big deal..."</em><br><br><strong>"When I cook, you don't go crashing us into a planet and turning us into a bunch of little pieces, neither, Samson."</strong><br><br>I ain't much of a kisser, but Thalia apparently was.&nbsp; I done my best, but she gave more than she got.&nbsp; I could feel the fear in her body initially, maybe at me, maybe because we was going to test the theory of gravity firsthand, but it dissipated.&nbsp; She was relaxed instead of tense in my arms, which made it easier to hang onto her little body.&nbsp; I like the way she tasted and smell and felt.<br><br>The ship's jostling was enough to break our lip lock but I still managed to keep my hold on her.&nbsp; We slid to a stop and she looked at me, checking my condition.&nbsp; I was fine, so she punched my arm.<br><br><em>"You don't just kiss a girl like that!&nbsp; Why did you?"</em><br><br><strong>"I come close to dying a few times, but none was better than this, doc.&nbsp; I don't know, I just had the overwhelming desire to take you in a manly fashion-"</strong><br><br>She laid a quick one on me and climbed off my lap.<br><br><em>"That was very bold."</em><br><br><strong>"Was it?&nbsp; Aw, that was nothing.&nbsp; I can be bolder than that.&nbsp; Much, much bolder."</strong><br><br>I gave her a wink and checked out her bottom as she stepped out the cockpit.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 05:06:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sheydran Corsei<br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Shey sighed softly as she opened her Cortex screen. She'd set it to alert her when a ship landed that posted an opening with shuttles. Thus far the few that had done so had not been to her liking <em>at all</em>! The Captain of one had thought to try and make sex a part of the rent (as if she's deign to practice her skills on a man who couldn't even be bothered to acquaint himself with a bar of soap and water!), another thought to try and extort nearly 2/3 of her income from her which had only made her laugh in his face, and a third had actually thought to try and apply to her to bring him a steady supply of regular whores when she made it clear that sex with <em>her</em> wasn't a part of the negotiations! She was actually starting to lose hope that she might find a ship with a <em>reasonable</em> Captain running the show. <br><br>Reading the name on the newest alert a small smile tugged at her lips, just slightly. This might be fortunate indeed! If she recalled correctly her friend, Thalia, was currently crewing on a Firefly called the <em>Man's Ruin</em> and wouldn't it be fortuitous if this were that ship! Though from the update on the Cortex it sounded as if the ship was in need of repairs. She considered sending Thalia a wave, but if the ship was damaged and Thalia was working she might get it for quite some time. Debating with herself only took a moment before she closed her screen, slid her feet into a pair of black sandals, the key to her room into a clutch she carried tucked safely under one arm and she was out the door.<br><br>Just on the off chance this wasn't Thalia's ship, if she simply arrived she would merely appear to be another onlooker, or perhaps a person seeking passage.<br><br><hr><br>Eavesdown wasn't exactly the most upper crust area on Persephone, but then dockyards rarely were. For all that a heavy criminal element ran through her with ease, Shey wasn't the least bit concerned as she strolled toward the hanger bays to find the ship she was looking for. It wasn't hard to find. As beat up as she was, all Shey could do was whistle softly in sympathy for the poor ship! She was going to need work, in which case the extra income from the credits she could earn might just be welcome by the Captain.<br><br>With an offer already forming in her mind she found the open cargo bay doors and called out, "Hello!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 06:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Open, Sheydran<br>Location - Outside Man's Ruin<hr><br>Aaron had picked up the signal of the Firefly class Man's Ruin from his small temporary home near the docking bay. There was panic in the crew's voice and Aaron thought if the crew were dead then the ship would sell cheap or maybe there would be some good scrap he could buy to put together some things he had been working on. He quickly dressed and gathered his things then headed just a few small streets down to the docks and made his way inside. Aaron strolled up to the ship and looked it over a few times, the crew had just left, making Aaron frown with annoyance and relief at the same time. In his heart the hacker wasn't a bad person and honestly wanted the crew to live, he was just upset that he couldn't find a deal on good tools. <br><br>Still the idea that maybe he could get a job or passage on the ship sank into his mind. He needed to get off this planet before the Alliance came looking for him. Two months was much to long to be comfortable to Aaron. He started to walk around the ship and looked at how bad it was damaged. He didn't know how to fix the thing completely. Aaron was alot of things but he was no mechanic. <br><br>While standing at the back of the ship he heard a sweet voice call out. Aaron stood up straight and thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should fake his rank on the crew or just be honest...Slowly he crept around the corner and saw the companion. His jaw dropped hard. Aaron brushed some dirt off his attire then stepped out into view, but kept his hat low, covering his eyes. <strong>"How can I assist ya ma'am?"</strong> He asked with a smile on his face. Yep he was going to be straight with her and hope she could help him off the planet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 16:06:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sheydran Corsei<br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Aaron<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Looking around at the sound of a male voice, Shey let the barest hint of a smile curve her lips, while the vibrant mane of her red hair fell forward just enough to coyly shield the right side of her face giving her a slightly mischievous air, "Well now Sir, I'm not certain that you can. Are you part of the crew of the <em>Man's Ruin</em>? I'm looking for a friend of mine, a doctor named Thalia," she said her voice smooth as the silk she wore and warm as whiskey to boot. <br><br>Letting her gaze study him, without staring or being blatantly obvious, she came to the conclusion that the man before her was likely not a part of the crew. It was little things and she couldn't have named them all but it added up to missing that sense of priority that the crew of a ship usually developed when near that ship. He could be new though, new enough that he didn't give off than sense of "belonging" she usually got from various ships crews, or simply not a good enough fit to have quite made that connection, so she let her question stand. Her training didn't make her infallible after all, just annoyingly observant.<br><br>The way he kept his hat down led her to a whole host of other suspicions but she didn't voice those either, just kept that sweet little smile on her face and her thoughts to herself, she didn't know the man and wasn't about to judge him...though she might inwardly speculate about him for the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 21:51:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Shey, Aaron, Sidney, Samson<br>Location - On Man's Ruin<br><hr><br>"You want to.. take me in a manly fashion?" she asked, eyebrows rising. Oh, she knew what he meant and he certainly wasn't the first man to ever suggest it.. or do it for that matter, but he was Santiago. Friend, confidante, fellow crew. It was new, this.&nbsp; "I believe you.. that you can be much bolder," she said with a grin. The truth was, she could be as well. Her brain was still catching up with her, on account of the kissing and the crash landing, and the feel of his lap when she was sat on it. "I.. I'm going to go pack now! Uh.. yup."<br><br>She made her way out through the cockpit door, past the kitchen and down to her cabin at the back of the ship. She was sure she could stay on the ship while they were on Persephone, and the truth was it would probably be a good idea.. not to mention free, but with work likely needed on the engine and hull, it could get awful noisy. As likely as not, there would be strangers or new crew wandering around in here for a while. A couple of days on land wouldn't do her any harm, and besides, she had her doubts the ship would be ready to fly in so short a time. She hadn't inspected the damage, but for all she knew they might need to move it to a drydock. Then again, maybe the Captain would've said something were that the case.<br><br>Thalia's quarters were surprisingly tidy - which was to say in little more disarray than they usually were. She didn't have that many belongings with her on board, so it didn't take log to throw the majority of them, including a couple of changes of clothes, into her backpack and ready it to leave. She pulled on a lilac jacket - a black shirt and short skirt beneath, and slung the bag over her shoulder. As an afterthought, she picked up her medical bag, because she didn't like going anywhere without it. She set off toward the cargo bay, and by the time she finally made it there and approached the airlock, she heard voices on the other side.<br><br>Sometimes you couldn't be sure trouble wasn't waiting out there, but it was unlikely. She triggered the door, which opened to the sight of Shey and Aaron, while Sidney was nearby and out of her line of sight, unbeknownst to her. "Shey..." She said with a smile, surprised to see her old friend. "Person I don't know," she said to Aaron, with just as friendly a demeanour. "What's going on?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 22:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran<br>Location - Outside Man's Ruin<hr><br>The voice of Sheydran could have made any man melt, including Aaron. He could feel his legs going limp and had to almost physically stop himself from falling over. <strong>"Sorry to say, I don't belong to such a fine vessel but I am looking to help out with the damage the ship has taken. Do you know someone here or are you lookin for passage?"</strong> Aaron took a few steps closer so that he wouldn't have to talk so loudly and draw unwanted attention to himself.<br><br>The smile she wore was disarming but he had seen former companions turned bounty hunter come after him a few times before and this was no different. He kept just enough space between him and the woman to grab and fire his pistol should the need arise. Another voice however snapped his attention to the side where an attractive blue haired woman stood at the boarding ramp.<br><br>Aaron touched the tip of his hat and gave a polite bow. <strong>"Morning ma'am. Names Shaw and I was lookin to make a deal with the captain. You wouldn't happen to be that Captain would ya?"</strong> He asked and stood back up straight while drawing closer to her to extend a hand to shake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 22:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samson's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206036.msg10102569#msg10102569">Quote from: Aiden on 10-06-2014, 03:49:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Ship's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Open<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWHniL8MyMM</div></div><br>Everyone went back to minding their own business quickly, no doubt some of the people in there were looking to avoid someone or another. It was early, too early to be drinking but most people had not almost smashed into the planet on a multi-ton vessel. The ship needed some tender love and care, hell Samson would not mind a little of his own but first things first, a drink. "Anything as long as it is cold and a beer." The tender nodded, poured a frosty mug of beer and went back to dirtying his other glasses with his rag. <br><br>Samson drank before he reached for his tablet, antiquated by core world standards, it still allowed him to post on the cortex. He was no computer guy, what took a person no effort, took him a few moments but he was surprised to see his last posting for a pilot had refreshed itself upon them landing. It took him a second beer and an order of salty pretzels to edit the information. Anyone checking the cortex on their own device or a console would be able to see his request, or so he hoped. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>***Old Posting on the Cortex Updated***</strong></div><br><div align="center"><em>Firefly Class Transport. Designation:Man's Ruin, Time until Departure: <del>2d 23hr</del> TBD<br>Captain: Castle<br>Crew vacancies: 1. Pilot needed, cooking skills a bonus. <br>Mechanic needed, to start now<br>Shuttle(s) open - 2 <br>Destinations - open, departure pending on repairs </em></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>The bartender brought Samson his second drink and the pretzels, but waited for payment before he left him to his business. Not everyone had a flash cortex tablet like that one, so it got him wondering what kind of business this man was in. Also, what kind of money he might've come from to afford not only it, but those fine weapons he was carrying. He knew better than to ask, and he'd chosen his business well because there were few things he enjoyed more than drinking, though over the years he'd come to realise that relaxing in another man's saloon wasn't the same as running yer own.<br><br>It was quiet but a few more people drifted into the pub as time passed. There was nothing subtle about the man with a brown duster who took up residence at a table across the room, and two more men drifted in, rougher unshaven sorts, whose clothes had a Chinese look to them while they were not. There was no sign of Santiago or Thalia, nor anyone who fit the definition of potential crew. The bartender served more beers and a bottle of brandy for the browncoat, then when it was clear Samson was done doing whatever it was he was doing (updating the ad for crew), the bartender approached him. "More ta drink?" he asked, before allowing his curiousity to get the better of him. "You wouldn't happen to be lookin' for transport off world, would ya?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 00:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Aaron<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Shey wasn't surprised when he admitted he wasn't a part of the crew but was, instead, looking for work...and from the look of the ship it was going to need it! He struck her as the sort that had, most likely, crossed the wrong side of the law a time or two but who would be useful as well. If he had any sort of bounty on his head she wasn't interested in it. She had far easier means of securing extra credits when she needed them after all...easier and far more pleasant than bringing in bounties. This man - who she noted hadn't actually introduced himself, but then neither had she - had no way of knowing what sort of person she was, so she didn't take his keeping his distance as an insult. <br><br>Most likely it was just common sense.<br><br>"I know a member of the crew I think. At least she was the last time I got a wave from her," Shey admitted. "As for passage, that would be a question to take up with the Captain, possibly."<br><br>Before she could say more Thalia appeared and an honest smile brightened Shey's face! Without hesitation she stepped forward and, with no regard for any oil, dirt, or grit that might be on Thalia's clothes from the crash, pulled the blue haired woman into a hug!<br><br>"It had been too long since our paths crossed woman. I was looking over the Cortex and saw a wave put out by the Captain of <em>Man's Ruin</em> and to come and see if I was having a good enough string of luck that you were still on her!" Stepping back she inspected her friend, as if to ensure that Thalia was in better shape than her ship, and finally gave a satisfied nod. "You look like you're doing well for yourself...what the hell happened to the ship though?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 01:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Npc Bar tender, Open<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmFN9C9PVpg</div></div><br>Samson nodded, accepting the third and final drink for the time being. His thirst had been quenched with the first two, now he was just being a glutton. He paid the man for his drink, thanking him before he tucked the flash cortex into his black duster. <br><br>He shook his head. "No sir, just landed and looking to take it easy while I find something worth my time." Samson shared, neither giving nor revealing to much as it was not like him to be so open about his dealings. "Thanks for the drink." The man tipped his hat at the tender before moving off to the end of the bar in order to make a few selections on his juke box. <br><br>With the place filling up, he preferred not giving his back to people. Samson selected a seat over by the machine and pushed it up against the wall. Once seated he returned his beer and the salty snacks, which only made him hungry and wonder how much a decent cut of steak would cost him. It had been quite some time since he landed on Persephone, for his sake, he hoped steak was in abundance.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 01:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Aaron, Sidney<br>Location - On Man's Ruin, Cargo Bay<br><br><hr><br>Thalia smiled brightly when Shey hugged her and she hugged her back. It had been so long since she last saw her friend, and the occasional wave contact over the cortex wasn't in any way the same. She knew Shey was travelling away from the core, but she never expected to run into her on Persephone! "It's so good to see you. It's been so long and you look so much the same. Yes, I'm still serving on Man's Ruin, doing well as ever. I'm just on my way into town. I was thinking of finding somewhere to stay for a few days while they fix up the ship. <br><br>Oh, yes the crash was terrifying." Her lips twitched into a smile that wasn't quite consistent with the fact. "We were coming in to land on Persephone, and as I understand it, the primary buffer panel broke off on entry. They had to land her the creative way.. grinding metal and.. well, I don't think there were flames, but you get the idea. She's going to need a bit of work," she said, looking over the ship, though she couldn't see much of the damaged hull from where she stood.<br><br>"Would you like to catch up inside or shall we head into town and get a drink somewhere?" She turned then to Aaron, her expression apologetic. At his question she shook her head. "No, I'm not the Captain. Why, do I look like one? It must be the hair. You'll find him at the nearest saloon, I'll be betting. After that landing, I think we could all use a drink to steady our nerves. That's not to dissuade a potential passenger, mind you. She's usually as smooth as silk. Sometimes these things happen, but we're standing here safe and sound."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 11:01:49</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Babs <br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Npc Bar tender, Open<br><br>Babette as always kept herself under the grid, she didn’t want to attract attention, not that most bothered with her but it paid to be real careful. Yeah real careful indeed. Not that she was in much danger from being caught she was not ‘wanted’ as far as she knew…at least not now anyway. For the most crazy Babs could pass unnoticed, though an extremely attractive young woman her clothing made her bend with most of the rank and file, and there was times when she would pass for being a teenage boy. That often worked for her.<br><br>One thing that was noticed was a particular Firefly early on, they always had personality. It was like they speaked. Thus its name was noted and put to memory...<br><br>Muttering under her breath the reader stuffed her hands into her pockets and grumbled knowing she was pretty much out of creds, which on the downside it was time for work. It was not that she minded it, in general, but there was the convincing them that needed her yes&nbsp; that really became the concern, because there was always more than twelvety shites that claimed to have her combat skills, and looked like they did. Still how many could rob a place without bein’ seen, <em>rob</em> was too hard a word, yes distribute the wealth&nbsp; might be better.<br><br>So there she was this small almost androgynous but rather strangely attractive&nbsp; on either spectrum of gender. Walking into a bar, there she was with somthin' of&nbsp; some grace&nbsp; even under the coat and the large boots, and if&nbsp; weapons were upon her person they were not on display. On her slender back there was what looked like a tattered kitbag, possibly from the war it had a certain scent, or musk to it. It had obviously be recently washed but still retained the <em>perfume.</em><br><br>Scratching her short hair, Babs walked strait up to the bar grinned at any other patrons that were close then order a drink. She was small but something about her said, <em>‘really don’t rut with me.</em> Though that she could be a he, just a shiny one, this one could hold her own... After ordering something strong the girl smiled again and it was softer this time,<strong> “Hey barman, ‘ave one fer yearself,”</strong> quieter then but not obviously so,<strong> “Know anyone than needs a cabin boy.”</strong> There was a low chuckle as she added she was lookin’ for work. The truth was getting off planet was good, anything else was extra. Still most of the saps in here looked like Wannabe’s though there were those that stood out. <br><br>Babs in time would likely smell them out. If not someone else would…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 15:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Thali, Shey, Aaron, Open <br>Location - Admiring <em>Man's Ruin</em><hr><br>&nbsp;In his Admiration of the ship Sidney didn't notice he was walking around the perimeter of the ship. He was admiring the shape and sleek design of one of the ships he had longed to see in his lifetime. He found himself on the other side of the prow, looking up towards the cockpit. He noticed Sha-li stir but slightly but his attention remained. Sha-li let out a small chirp. "Pretty" she said in he high almost childlike voice. "Yeah she is" Sidney replied, still focused on the ship. "Girl pretty" Sha-li said again. "She aint no girl, she's a <em>lady</em>" Sidney said thinking Sha-li was referring to the ship. It was then he noticed that there were other voices. He looked over to see a guy and two women talking to each other. Seeing one of the women hug the other made him think they knew each other. Though the one with the blue hair seemed to be the more senior of the two. rank wise at least. <br>&nbsp; Sidney took a breath to steel himself and started to walk towards the group. He noticed as he got closer that the other woman was in fact very pretty. The way she stood and the obviously expensive clothing showed that she was a woman of some standing. As he got closer, he cleared his throat so that he wouldn't surprise anyone. He nodded to the well dressed woman and the male, and turned to the blue haired woman. "Uh, hi. Sidney Leon, pilot. Saw you were lookin' for one." He held out his hand in greeting. sha-li hopped down from his shoulder to sit on the top of his hand. She sat looking up at Thali head cocked to the side, twitching occasionally. "Blue. Petty" She chirped eventually. "Sorry" Sidney apologised, bringing her back and placing her back on his shoulder. "She can be a bit forward sometimes." he said holding out his hand again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 22:35:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney<br>Location - Outside Man's Ruin<hr><br>Aaron raised a brow at the two women who seemed to know eachother very well. Ideas came to mind but he quickly and respectfully forced them in the back of his mind so he didn't seem creepy. Quickly he glanced around getting the feeling of being in the same spot for much to long. He took a step to his left while listening to the blue haired woman.<br><br>The blue haired woman wasn't the captain...shame. Still Aaron got the feeling that this small crew could use all the help they could get. <strong>"Well shall we all get headed to the bar then?"</strong> Aaron had no intention of stepping foot inside a bar after the last time, five years ago. At least he could wait outside for the Captain of Man's Ruin to walk out and have a talk with the hacker. Aaron was willing to use some of his contact info to help get the parts needed to repair the ship faster if it got him a ticket off world. <br><br>Before the three had a chance to leave a man came around from the other side of the ship saying he was a pilot. <em>How many of us were surrounding this thing when it landed?</em> He wondered to himself. Aaron's hand went to the pistol at his side and wished it were a rifle instead. He didn't grab it but his hand was ready to reach incase anyone here was not who they said they were. He took a careful step back and let his eyes bounce between the group to see how they would react to the new pilot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 22:55:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Aaron, Sidney<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>A delighted grin curved Shey's lips as Thalia rambled on fairly quickly about her looking the same, and the crash and wanting to get a drink without giving anyone a chance to really get a word in edgewise. If the Priestess of the House could hear her now she'd be scowling something fierce! That thought alone almost pulled a laugh from her but the only sigh was the barest twitching of her lips that no one would be likely to notice. <br><br>"I'd love to get a drink and catch up my dear and if you need a place to stay for a couple days you're welcome to come bunk in with me. I've got rooms in town and we could get well and truly caught up," she said with a warm grin as she looked at her friend. Reaching out she flipped a lock of Thalia's blue hair playfully, "I can't say that <em>you</em> look just same, this wasn't blue the last time I saw you....how many colors have you been through since you left the House?" she asked curiously.<br><br>Seeing the new man come around the ship she repressed the urge to laugh when his bird called Thalia pretty but she did flash an amused look at her friend, "It appeared you're going to be playing guide for at least a little bit. I have a touch of business to do with the man myself if he still has a shuttle to rent as his advert on the Cortex implies. I've been shipping around from contract to contract but I'd really like to sign on with a ship and see more than just the Core. Why don't we take these gentlemen to take care of business and then you and I can go and grab a bite to eat? I'm sure you could use some real food after a landing like that and my hotel as a decent restaurant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 00:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Aaron, Sidney, Samson, Santiago, (Babs, as we're entering the Saloon)<br>Location - On Man's Ruin, Cargo Bay - Heading to the Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br>Thalia was surprised to see another person approach, as Sidney rounded the corner of the ship. She guessed he might be an interesting personality when she saw the blue parrot on his shoulder. "He talks? She-" <em>I mean</em>, realising her mistake, Thalia was still enchanted by the feathered Sha-li. "A pilot?" <em>Oh yes, we could use a pilot.</em> The word summoned another thought - <em>pirate</em>, only it was the whimsical stereotype of their appreciation for parrots that struck her, not the true sense that Aaron was one. She had seen a few space pirates in her time; they docked at Mariner's Gate the same as everybody else, and as far as she could tell, they were folks not that different. Until you got out into the black of space, that was.<br><br>"We're definitely looking for a pilot. Sidney," she said, shaking his hand. "I'm Thalia. Ship's Medic. The Captain's a bearded man, about so tall," she held her hand up high. "He's gone for a drink but he'll be back here." She turned back to Shey, her expression apologetic for becoming distracted, but it was bound to happen when you were talking to three people at once. "I would love to," she said of Shey's offer to bunk with her in the city. Knowing Shey, her accommodations would be fine, but it wasn't just that. She hadn't seen her friend in so long, she wanted to spend some time with her and catch up. As Shey handled her hair, she gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Times change.. and I guess hair colours with them. There have been a few. It was pink for a while." <br><br>At Shey's request and then Aaron's suggestion of heading to the bar, she nodded. "Sure, I should be able to lead you to the Captain. Follow me." She closed the cargo bay door on the ship, then slung her backpack over her shoulder, grabbed her medical bag and led the way off the landing bay. Thalia was about to launch into a description of how the ship was here on Persephone every few months and that they were based out of Mariner's Gate, but it was information she probably shouldn't be putting out there until the Captain decided whether these folks would be hired on board or not. It wasn't like they were hiding anything but not every job of the ship's was entirely above board. She glanced back at the ship, wondering to herself what Santiago was doing, but her attention soon returned to their potential new crew.<br><br>Once through a set of wire gates (they had guardposts to either side and separated the docks from the rest of Eavesdown), she guided Shey, Aaron and Sidney along the main street where crowds of people were coming, going, selling roasted meat and doing what it was that crowds on Persephone usually did. Get in folks' way.<br><br>"It ought to be around here.. ahh. Saloon," she said, pointing out the run down one first, but a close look at it showed it wasn't the sort of establishment where you'd want to drink. She wandered over to the one next door, dubbed 'The Last Stand'. She opened the door and found the Captain sitting in the back by the jukebox, drinking a beer. "It looks like this is it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 21:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia and the group of stragglers walking in tow<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHp68Qniyg8</div></div><br>The patrons of the bar lined up to add more songs to the music, Samson's selections were up and his third beer was almost gone. He was ready to get up and find a bite to eat when he spotted Thalia enter the bar with a crowd. Assuming they were friends of hers, he didn't really acknowledge them until she was walking to his table with a purpose. <br><br>Besides the comments earlier in the cockpit, she had no reason to be mad at him so he assumed it was on behalf of them all. His eyes zoned in on the red head before looking at her face, the hand that had worked its way to his holster loosened.<br><br>"Is this is some sort of an intervention, save it, I am only on my third." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 22:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney, Samson<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>Aaron followed the group to the Last Stand Saloon, a bit slowly honestly. The last place he wanted to be was a dive bar like this. The last time he was at a bar the Alliance got involved and almost killed him. The hacker stopped at the door while the others walked in. He almost stopped and turned around, thinking that he could find a ship somewhere else. He drew a deep breath and thought hard for a moment. Sucking it up Aaron walked into the dive and looked around, hand on his pistol.<br><br>The hacker followed close to the group and stopped to look at the apparently drunk Captain. He almost scoffed at the man sitting at the bar. The music sucked and the bar stunk of beer and men. He wasn't going to say anything about Samson or the bar, and honestly was content with just sitting in the back and waiting his turn to talk. The want to get out of the bar as fast as possible however made him speak up. <br><br>Aaron pushed himself to the front of the group and stuck his hand out to shake Samson's. <strong>"Hi. Captain? Aaron Shaw. I saw the damage to your ship and I think I can help. I'm no mechanic but I can get the parts you need, and cheaply at that. I just want boarding on your ship sir. I might even be able to make your communication tools work better. Of course I'd be willing to pull my weight on any jobs you might work as well."</strong> The hacker was only telling part of the truth but anything to get on that ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 21:08:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw, Sheydran Corsei, Thalie Linnea, Samson Castle<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<br><hr><br>Felt nice after I laid a kiss on them pretty lips of Thalia and wrapped my arms around her hot little body.&nbsp; Felt <em>real</em> nice having her rear squirming around and bouncing on my lap as we crashed.&nbsp; She sure did make a run out the cockpit after we exchanged a few more words, but maybe she just felt awkward about this new facet of our relationship.<br><br>At least she didn't slap me.<br><br>Since I was already in the co-pilot's seat, I checked out the cortex postings.&nbsp; Sure enough Samson updated his advert so there were now openings for a pilot, a mechanic, a cook and passengers.&nbsp; Still, with the amount of damage we have, we would probably need some extra hands and equipment.&nbsp; I put out some feelers of my own and got some interested, familiar parties that would be ready to help on the cheap if need be.<br><br>I locked up the ship and headed to where I thought Samson would be, the Silent Knife.&nbsp; Didn't find nothing but trouble there, and even had to throw a man through a virtual window before the bouncers defenestrated my own self as well.<br><br>That left one more obvious spot, the Last Stand.&nbsp; I dusted myself off and headed on in.<br><br>There I found Samson sitting, along with a Thalia and an entourage with her.<br><br><strong>"What is this?"</strong> I asked the group.&nbsp; <strong>"Some sort of intervention?"</strong><br><br>One of them addressed Samson first.<br><br><em>"Hi. Captain? Aaron Shaw. I saw the damage to your ship and I think I can help. I'm no mechanic but I can get the parts you need, and cheaply at that. I just want boarding on your ship sir. I might even be able to make your communication tools work better. Of course I'd be willing to pull my weight on any jobs you might work as well."</em><br><br>I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at the man.&nbsp; He was making promises.&nbsp; He "just" wanted boarding.&nbsp; And "of course" he would be willing to pull his own weight.<br><br><strong>"Not a mechanic and you can get parts on the cheap?&nbsp; You some kind of thief, Shaw?&nbsp; You plan on getting parts for free and selling them to us at a profit?&nbsp; And what kind of thief makes communications better?&nbsp; And why don't you want payment along with boarding?&nbsp; The captain here don't like no liars, Shaw, so best be speaking some truthfulness of your own free will, while you ain't limping, that is."</strong>&nbsp; I looked at Samson briefly at that there last part I spoke.<br><br>Around that time, a drunk customer came along and stumbled toward the fetching redhead with Thalia.&nbsp; He proceeded to reach around and make a grab at the woman's fine, shapely derriere.<br><br>Me, being a man of action, acted.<br><br>I reached over and squeezed that aforementioned accoster's ass just as hard.<br><br><strong>"How's it feel, stranger, when a man you don't know gropes your behind?&nbsp; Apologize to the lady, then make your merry."</strong><br><br>Apparently his liquid courage was sapped when he had the likes of me addressing him.&nbsp; He tipped his hat and muttered a "S-sorry, don't know what I was thinking," then stumbled away, tripping over his own feet, before falling flat on his face.<br><br>I gave a smile to Thalia, then turned to the redhead.&nbsp; <strong>"Haven't had the pleasure, ma'am.&nbsp; Name's Santiago, first mate of the <em>Man's Ruin</em>."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 02:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia and the group of stragglers walking in tow<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pEMd1SdkAE</div></div><br>Samson had a knack for sometimes just watching people, this was one of those times. He didn't say anything initially, simply glancing from one stranger to the other, even after the exchange between his first mate and the man "Aaron Shaw." <br><br>"Santiago, why don't you go and get the lovely ladies and yourself a drink." Samson suggested, waiting for the crowd to pull apart a little so he could handle each one individually. He didn't know who the red head was, but something about her was unsettling. It was all on Samson's side, hard to trust one red head when one goes up and steals your ship. <br><br>Shaw seemed in a hurry, Samson was in no rush. The chair opposite him was pushed forward by a nudged from his foot. "Take a seat, you're making me nervous." Whether he took a seat or not, Samson crossed his arms and looked at him. "You always play all your cards on the first draw Mr. Shaw?" He asked, curious as to why this man seemed so rattled by his surroundings. "Parts ain't much of my issue, nor my coms. I do need a mechanic but more importantly, who you running from. I normally don't care to ask, can't lie to a man who doesn't ask, but you seemed a little nervous and I know it ain't me since we don't even know each other." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 05:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney, Samson, Santiago<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>Off the bat Aaron could tell that he and the first mate would end up butting heads if Aaron was allowed on the ship. He honestly felt like placing a bullet in the first mate's foot just to get the rude brute to back off. Slowly he looked back at the first mate with his hat tipped just slightly forward and spoke. <strong>"If I were a thief I wouldn't ask for a ride. I would have stolen your ship when all of you left it. Really you need to leave someone there to keep watch. Far as the parts go, I ain't gonna get em for free, I just know people who owe me a favor for getting their lives on track."</strong> Shaw waved his hand in a dismissive manner and returned his attention to the Captain. <br><br>The chair pushed out made Aaron uneasy but he wasn't going to tell the captain no. At least not yet. Aaron slid into the seat and drew it closer to the bar then looked over at the man. <strong>"Sorry. Not trying to freak ya out."</strong> Aaron apologized and turned so that he could see the door of the bar out of the corner of his eye. <strong>"I'll level with ya then Cap. I didn't put all my cards on the table. Not yet. But you are correct. I'm running from the Alliance, maybe some others too. I helped get some former Brown coats new lives. It might be best if you didn't ask how. But I won't lie to ya if you really think ya kneed to know. Last time I was in a bar a broad who was running from the alliance almost got me killed."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 08:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw directly, Santiago, Shey, Thalia (and Babs, unmet) in the background<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pEMd1SdkAE</div></div><br><br>"That's good, that's good, sure as hell felt like you are." Samson smiled and finished up his third drink. The man might have looked in dire need of a bath and a clean change of clothes but he was not some drunkard. "That sounds like quite a story, maybe next time. Let's talk business, you want off this planet, I can arrange that. You have seen the shape of my ship. You know it will be a few days before that happens. Any talks about joining up can wait until we get acquainted a little better. Now I'm not saying you and Santiago over there..." Samson pointed out his first mate. "need to be friends, I just want to make sure you two ain't at each others throat, especially when I'm sleeping. I'm likely to toss both your asses out the airlock in that case." The man chuckled. <br><br>"Three rules when on my ship, don't lie to me, don't try to kill me and don't try to steal my ship." Samson stated. "Common sense really, but you would be surprised." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 09:21:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney, Samson, Santiago<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>Shaw tilted his head towards the first mate, Santiago. <strong>"I'm not looking to fight. I ain't no good at it either. So long as he keeps his head on straight we won't be havin an issue. That is a promise."</strong> Aaron quickly responded to the Captain. His rules seemed simple, and honestly Aaron had the feeling that all of those things had happened to the Captain before. <strong>"I can deal with those rules. Like I said before I ain't a mechanic but I did see your ship. I know that you are gonna need parts. I might even be able to find you a good mechanic as well. I'm sorry to take up so much of your time. Let me leave ya be."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 12:10:04</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Babs <br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging – Them that’s having a chat….you know who you are.<br><br>Bab’s was never a one to go a beggin’ funny thing was she was sure she knew some o’ the folks in the bar. Twas a bit like when that maths stuff made sense or that science shite fell together like them petals in the air or the patterns in the black, or the sand and the mud. Her large dark eyes closed once more and then she looked again; there was no real new revelation, it happened. The strangest matter was that it usually happened around particular ships… mostly older ones with a history an’ a soul.<br><br>Her nostrils twitched a little then as her head tilted to one side as if trying to catch the various conversations and pick out those that might be of interest and would carry her to her doom or fated fame or a little of both, at least the ones that were travellers in the black. Them that knew serenity in more than a million ways…<br><br>Taking another swig from her glass as she took in the denizens of the bar, the slight woman thought and&nbsp; in the process took in&nbsp; one direction seemed to offer a face or two that might be recognisable. Memories could be strange things and some what elusive, kind of like a companions dress…<br><br>After yet another quick swig for some Dutch courage, Babette&nbsp; padded over, she had a grace, well might have with training, and large boots hardly helped the situation. Actually though it could be the noise of the bar this woman has the soft step of one o’ them silent types. I was not noticeable unless one was trained in it…that was the point. <br><br>Wiping her nose with a slightly dirty rag the young woman smiled, though it was a little difficult to tell, what with her clothing and the like whether she was a pretty young woman or a very pretty boy. Her age appeared indeterminate too.&nbsp; Well the fact was she could be a fresh faced youth, but to take a look into her eyes was something very different. She had that thousand yard stare that many veterans still held.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Hey ya’ll ya' got place fer me and me littleuns?”</strong> two pink noses appeared over her shoulder they were flicked and the long looking rodents disappeared.<strong> “I can work ‘ard. I don’t ruttin’lie, and I aint learn’d ta fly me a ship. An’as for the killin’ ya never kill fellas that owns the ship or them that’s on’em less they is (insert mandarin slang)”</strong> Bab’s downed the rest of her drink, flicking her eyes between each of them. <strong>“Well the names Babette, what ya’ll got to loose…I can sign on the ruttin’ dotted line or ya can give me an interview. So who wants ta’by alady a drink?”</strong><br><br>For all her size girl had balls bigger than most men. Yet one would never have known but a few minutes before.<br><br>All Babs wanted was at worst a flight, at best a job...that paid.<br><br><br><br><em>I am assuming I don’t need to do translations, its not as bad as pikey</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 22:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Aaron, Sidney, Samson, Santiago &amp; Babs<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br>Thalia glanced back and forth between Aaron and Santiago, responding with some discomfort to their disagreement. She also got the sense that Aaron wasn't telling the full story, but it had already been said and she chose not to re-assert the fact. The placid smile had never shifted from her face, but it was around this time that she noticed the drunken customer approaching them.<br><br>She and the others were standing in a group away from others in the saloon, so you tended to notice details like that. She didn't know what he was up to or if he was armed, and her eyes widened when he reached for Shey. As Santiago responded with some poetic justice of assgrabbery, Thalia reached for Shey to swirl her out of the way. (OOC: Whether this succeeded is up to you, Shey). She wondered who this man was that he would dare to reach out and touch a Registered Companion without permission (which was ironically what she'd just done), but he either didn't realise or he was that drunk that he didn't know better. Probably a combination of both.<br><br>When the man was gone, Thalia exchanged a smile with Santiago, then left Shey and the First Mate to their introductions. As they spoke, her attention returned to Aaron and what they'd been talking about prior to the arrival of the drunken man now flat on his face (and off it). It was clear Aaron wasn't telling the full story but that wasn't so strange a thing. The 'verse wasn't what it used to be.. or in fact hadn't been in a long time and sometimes it was better not to rain unnecessaries on folks that like as not would get you into trouble. It had only been a few weeks prior to this that Thalia had finally let slip to Samson and Santiago that she'd trained in Companioning. She didn't want them to get the wrong idea about her, especially when she'd gone to the trouble of learning medicine on Ariel and Osiris. <br><br>Thalia took the Captain's request that Santiago buy the ladies a drink as an order. It seemed he wanted to talk to Aaron alone, so with a glance at Shey and then Santiago (who she thought might be more inclined to stay), she drifted over nearer the bar where the 'tender had lines of bottles. Some were the same you'd see on the core, others not. Some of the bottles looked like they'd spent months in a ship's cargo hold to get here. She saw Babs approach and engage the Captain in conversation as well. She didn't know what to make of the young woman, just yet. Babs could've been any gender but she thought woman because of the cheekbones and the way she was built. It was also an instinctive thing. (OOC: I figure that Thalia would likely notice Babs' gender, because of her Companion training and medical expertise).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 02:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Astrid Zachrison,</span> <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, open<br>Location - Outside Man's Ruin - Heading to the Last Stand Saloon<br><hr> <br>It would just about figure they would have left her off without a care. At least they had been a ticket off Bellerphon, but seeing as how their ship was all fixed up now thanks to her, they didn't see more need for a mechanic. She scoffed at this, she would give them a month before they were broken down, only that long because she had done such a good job. However, she already had note of another possible job. Hopefully longer term than the last one. <br><br>She rounded the corner to where the Firefly was parked and stopped, eyeing the ship. It was a nice ship. But somehow she just knew that it was in poor shape at the moment. <br><br>"Can I help you, miss?" Came a man's voice. <br><br>She turned to see someone standing nearby. "Looking for the captain of this Firefly here?" She replied. <br><br>"They all took off to the Saloon not too long ago. If you hurry, you might catch up." He told her. <br><br>"Thanks!" She said and was off with a spin of her heel, jogging towards the nearby saloon. <br><br>She entered the establishment and glanced around. She wasn't much of one for bars and such. But she wasn't a stranger to them either. The song playing she had never heard before, though it sounded like one of those really old 'classics' from earth, she couldn't tell for sure. Still, she liked it. But there wasn't a great deal she didn't like. <br><br>Remembering why she had came, she looked around at the people. However, she also remembered she didn't know what the people she was looking for looked like. She decided to randomly pick one of the men and ask. After a moment of consideration, she headed for the one who had long hair with gray woven in. He looked older, and in her experience, older men usually knew more than younger men. "Excuse me." She said as she came to a stop near him. "I'm looking for a Captain Castle of Man's Ruin. Any chance you know where he is? I was told he came down here with his crew." She figured that even if he didn't know, maybe one of his companions did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 03:05:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw, Sheydran Corsei, Thalie Linnea, Samson Castle, Babette Lafayette <br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br>I liked to think it was a game me and Samson was playing against the world.&nbsp; Our own version of good cop bad cop.&nbsp; <br><br>Samson was the good cop - asking questions, being all hospitable and civil-like, breaking down the rules... the rules.&nbsp; I remember when there was only the one rule, "Don't lie to me."&nbsp; Rule number two was years ago.&nbsp; Now there's three.&nbsp; I wondered how many more I would see.<br><br>Me, I was the bad cop.&nbsp; In this case, I jumped on this Aaron Shaw.&nbsp; Didn't have nothing against him.&nbsp; Just being suspicious and protective is all.&nbsp; But it's a move that sets up Samson, endearing himself to the man, making the man indebted to Samson, in a way, for calling me off.<br><br>Other times, my bad cop involves ending an existence.<br><br>I returned Thalia's smile with a grin of my own followed by a wink, then escorted her and her redheaded friend to the bar, offering my elbows in a most proper fashion.&nbsp; Having two lovely ladies on my arms would get the crowd's attention on me and off Samson.&nbsp; I asked the bartender for the good stuff I knew he had, and kept an eye on everyone.<br><br>Almost didn't notice a young man... or woman... couldn't tell from this angle.&nbsp; He... no, she... yeah, she... she blended into the crowd real good in terms of her appearance and demeanor.&nbsp; Something familiar about her.<br><br>Noticed another young lady going up to Samson, asking about him and the ship.&nbsp; Hopefully, the ship gets repaired quick and we have a crew, passengers and maybe some cargo ready to leave right away.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 03:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Aaron, Sidney<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Entering the saloon behind Thalia, Shey kept her face smooth, impassive, not a single muscle twitch showing her thoughts on the place as her gaze scanned over it and those within. It wasn't hard to pick out the man she suspected (and was quickly proven right) was the Captain. There was always an air about men who were in charge and felt they had the right to be. Men who were given titles they didn't feel they deserved had a different sense to them and men who simply hadn't attained those titles felt different yet. If asked she could probably break it all down into minute details about body language, confidence, tone of voice etc. but in truth she had been studying people for so much of her life that much of those calculation and observations were practically instinctive to her now.<br><br>Approaching with the group she let just the edges of her lips quick slightly as first the Captain and then the First Mate asked if there were some sort of intervention happening. That fact that both thought to ask spoke to Shey about the relationship between the two men and how long they'd been working together...it also told her that they probably liked their drink more than might be considered "civil" for them to think someone would want to intervene in their chosen past time.<br><br>She actually wasn't surprised that a drunk tried to grab her ass, what did surprise her was the instant protectiveness that both Thalia and Santiago showed in protecting her from such an action. She allowed Thalia to twirl her out of the way, moving with a dancers grace and laughing in delight at her friend while flashing a warm smile of gratitude to the First Mate as well. The stern look she gave the drunkard and his mumbled apology wasn't nearly so kind and she was glad to see him scurry away.<br><br>"Thank you both," she said to her friend and Santiago, offering both a slight bow of gratitude, though the glance she shot at Thalia carried just a hint of mischief as she continued, "Perhaps we should go out dancing later my dear. How long as it been since you've stepped out on a floor?" she asked and wondered what the men around them would think of her inviting Thalia out...only the two of them would know they had trained together for a time and while Shey might tease, she would never share such information without express permission to do so.<br><br>Thalia's past was her own to share as she chose, as was everyone else's.<br><br>At the Captain's order for Santiago to get them a drink she fell silent again, wondering just what would be offered and knowing she was just a bit of a snob for suspecting that nothing on the nearby selves would be of the quality she was used to. Still if she wanted to travel the 'Verse and away from the Core then that was something she was going to have to get used to and there was no time like the present!<br><br>Content to wait to speak to the Captain she let herself wander near the bar with Thalia, leaning against the wooden length and flashing a curious look at her friend, "So really, how did you fall in with this group? With your education you could have worked at any of the hospitals in the Core, or had your own practice just about anywhere you chose...why this? Why travelling with a ragtag crew out on the edge's of the 'Verse?" she asked, the question clearly one she'd been curious about for some time but hadn't asked before.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 03:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw, Sheydran Corsei, Thalie Linnea, Samson Castle, Babette Lafayette <br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br>"Ladies."<br><br>I offered Thalia and Sheydran glasses of the finest Old Earth Style Kentucky Bourbon.<br><br>"Thalia don't like to admit it, but she ain't with this crew for the adventure and excitement and thrills, although those are all big parts of it.&nbsp; No, the main reason Thalia is with this crew is because she can't stand to be apart from me."<br><br>I took a sip of my drink, hiding a smile behind the glass.<br><br>"Ever since she laid eyes on me again for the first time in a long time on that space station, she just couldn't bear to be without me again.&nbsp; I'll hand it to her - she sure does have excellent taste.&nbsp; That's why I love her so gorram much."<br><br>I finished my drink and slid my glass to the bartender.&nbsp; A moment later, it was back in my hand, topped off.<br><br>"She's an artist, and I'm her canvas.&nbsp; Look-ee here."<br><br>I rolled up a sleeve to show a scar that formed thick skin along the length of it.<br><br>"Shrapnel.&nbsp; Alliance doctor worked on me.&nbsp; And check this out."<br><br>I rolled up another sleeve, showing a scar that was barely visible.<br><br>"Knife wound.&nbsp; Thalia fixed it.&nbsp; She's real good with her hands.&nbsp; Real good."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 19:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Santiago (and more distantly) Astrid, Aaron, Sidney, Samson &amp; Babs<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br>Thalia was enchanted by Shey's grace as she swept her out of the path of the drunk's fumbling hands. She left the drunkard for Santiago to deal with, as she thought he'd be far more intimidated by the First Mate than by herself. "That was.. unexpected," she said with a smile for her friend. "Are you alright? It brings back memories of our little soirees at the training house. Do you remember? They'd invite the eligible bachelors from the major families to come dance with us." Thalia may have no longer been training as a Companion, but she remembered. At the start of the evening they'd been 'oh so charming' to dance with, but by the end of the night they were falling over themselves drunk or trying to lure the Companion-trainees away. Most didn't wait that long. It was always the same.<br><br>"I'd love to go out dancing with you, Shey! It's been so long since I visited a real party or club." Her thoughts turned briefly to Osiris, but she'd been to many parties since then on the core and border worlds. Most had gone without a hitch.. or a beheading. "I danced about.. a month ago, back on Mariner's Gate. There's a little club called Silverlight." Santiago would know it, a dance club that catered to core worlders and those from richer border worlds, for the most part. It was an expensive place to dance, but a useful place to socialise.<br><br>"It's.. a long story, how I came to be here. I knew Santiago first. Well, I met the Captain before that, but didn't know him well. Santiago and I used to serve on the same ship. He was the brute strength and I was doing what I'm doing now. Working as a Medic." She smiled at Santiago when he returned with drinks. She took the glass from him thinking, 'hmm this looks strong' and took a tentative sip. "That's bourbon isn't it? Good bourbon." Her eyebrow rose slightly when the First Mate spoke of things 'she didn't like to admit to'. "Is that true?" she asked, beaming a smile at him. The kind that showed she didn't quite believe him. Thalia could do nothing but shrug and smile helplessly at his accusations. A blush had formed on her cheeks by then and she wasn't quite pulling off her look of innocence, even though she was (innocent). "I suppose I'm not bad with my hands," she said, examining his scar, before she took another taste of bourbon. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 02:58:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei, Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br><em>"I suppose I'm not bad with my hands."</em><br><br>Felt electricity shoot up and down my body in a most pleasurable way when Thalia examined my scar.&nbsp; Must have been all the Companion training.&nbsp; All that time, I had no idea until recently, when she slipped up after me and Samson got a bit of drink in her.&nbsp; Training to be a Companion surprised me about her.&nbsp; Also explained so gorram much.<br><br>Wasn't sure if she was genuine.&nbsp; I was kidding around, perhaps doing a bit of projecting or wishful thinking, when I broke down Thalia's motivations for being on the ship to Shey.&nbsp; But I felt like I was hitting a nerve, like she was caught in a trap or something, and while she may have been nervous, she was still playing it very cool.&nbsp; Like a Companion.&nbsp; Or a doctor.<br><br>While her friend Shey was gorgeous in her own right, I was focused on Thalia.&nbsp; More like I couldn't keep my eyes off her.&nbsp; And her curves.&nbsp; And her smooth, soft skin.&nbsp; And her shiny lips when she spoke and smiled.&nbsp; And her eyes when she looked up at me, or looked away.<br><br>Hmm, bunch of new feelings bubbling up after a shared near death experience.<br><br>"You recognize this bourbon, Thalia?&nbsp; Last time we had it was last month at Silverlight."<br><br>I wanted to conjure memories in her, a few weeks ago, drinking bourbon, letting it slip that she was a Companion.<br><br>"We should go there.&nbsp; We should go to Silverlight."<br><br>Needing a refill already, I took drink orders from the ladies and stepped away to get us another round.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 11:27:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw and Babs directly.Santiago, Shey, Thalia in the background, Astrid looking to be pointed in Samson's direction<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br>"Just cuz I tell you not to lie to me, does it mean you got to tell me everything." Samson laughed, why someone would give up willingly that they were not good in a fight was beyond him. It was not his place to comment about Santiago and Aaron, if they couldn't get along, chances were high the new guy would be left on the nearest port. Santiago had seniority and above else, Samson trusted him. He had many duties as a captain, playing papa bear to a bunch of cubs was not one of them. "Where are you staying? Once I get a mechanic, or if you happen to run into one you can send them my way then we can talk about parts and such. How does that sound to you?" He asked, about to conclude their discussion when a complete stranger happened to just drop down in the seat next to them. <br><br>Samson couldn't really read him? No it was a her, her face gave it away. "No work right now unless you can fix a ship, but when we take off in a few days you might be in luck. I'm Samson Castle, Captain of the Man's Ruin an this here is Aaron, another prospect." Samson introduced himself and the man across from him, despite barely knowing the man. Samson's brow raised at the critters peeking out from her coat but didn't bother addressing it, for all he knew, this person might find another job and not even inquire about a spot on the ship once it was fixed. "Santiago over by the bar is buying drinks, go ahead and get one from him, I'm preoccupied with other matters." He told the young woman, he still had to meet Thalia's friend and the gnawing in his belly was making him short tempered. <br><br>Both people were dismissed as far as he was concerned, whether they took the signs or not was to be determined. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 12:38:03</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Babs reader and procurer of fine things...with a little killin' on top<br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging – Samson, pointing out Astrid and others<br><br><strong>“A fixer then, well ya’’ got least two in ‘ere, maybe yeah better pay more attention, or mebe yer a bit too used the the old rot gut.” </strong>She pointed at the young woman close by and then to some grizzled fella across the bar. There was a small pause as she looked over to the big guy, hell she was sure she recognised…from back in the day. It was faded slightly like them old style pictures you could buy. the slight woman was sure she had helped him out on a few missions... then... those that needed the quiet touch. The way he was chattin’up the ladies was sure sure as hell familiar, well not so much them in particular more the scene itself.<br><br>There appeared to be somethin’ between him had this captain type. <strong>“’a'For yah go as ya’ll seem tah be ‘eadin’ in that direction. See the fella, the big un’ with the two ladies, the one that punchin’ well above’ ‘is weight. Tell ‘im Babs say’s howdy,&nbsp; Crazy Babs…”<br></strong><br><br>It the second mate did end up looking over she would raise a glass, he would recognise the grin for sure, though the last time he saw her, she was looking like crap covered in blood and filth, but then that was the Valley at the end of it all. She might of taken offence at what the man said but hey she understood why. Charlie had been the same, afore things went South and Jax had broken the code. Still out of everyone they should have seen it coming.<br><br>So after pointing out those that were needed Babs considered her options, if the worst came to the worst she might consider paying for passage, though that would be a worse case scenario, that or she would get herself on the ship, and either end up in the airlock or with a job for her cheek.<br><br><em>(I suggested that Babs might notice things, slightly readerish making her a little more perceptive., hope that's ok its not reading minds or anything like that.)</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 14:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babette Lafayette, Aaron Shaw<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br>Had my eyes all over the place.&nbsp; Primarily, my attention was on Thalia, but out of my peripherals and using mirrors I could still see plenty more than that, including what Samson was up to with this Aaron Shaw and that familiar looking girl.&nbsp; She caught me looking at her, at her reflection, rather, made direct eye contact with me, and raised her glass to me.&nbsp; For someone to be perceptive enough to notice my surveillance, she must be extraordinary in some wa-<br><br>That's when the familiarity turned into straight up recognition.&nbsp; When I was trying to read them lips as she spoke, there was one point I missed out on what she was saying.&nbsp; Then I realized.&nbsp; <em>"Crazy Babs."</em><br><br>Crazy Babs was a legend among the Browncoats.&nbsp; The tales about her was too fantastic to be true.&nbsp; There was stories, so many stories.&nbsp; Crazy Babs sneaking across a battlefield when communications was down to relay commands between separated units that ended up winning a battle.&nbsp; Crazy Babs getting herself captured, escaping her restraints, and freeing imprisoned Browncoats from Alliance prison facilities.&nbsp; Crazy Babs learning valuable intel from purple-bellied officers just by sitting in a room with them in silence.&nbsp; Crazy Babs saving a pinned down squad by taking out a sniper with a knife before finishing off the rest of his platoon with his rifle.<br><br>It all sounded like a myth.&nbsp; But I was in that unit that lost communications.&nbsp; I was there to help the prisoners escape when she done it all by her lonesome.&nbsp; I was there when she didn't say nothing and an Alliance officer didn't say nothing and she knew all the useful particulars that was needed.&nbsp; I was there when sniper fire stopped hitting us and starting hitting them instead.<br><br>She done crazy deeds.&nbsp; She took crazy chances.&nbsp; She pulled of crazy stunts.&nbsp; And maybe she really was crazy.&nbsp; And maybe that girl sitting next to the captain really was Crazy Babs.<br><br>I looked back at the chair she was sitting in, but she wasn't there no more.<br><br>Instead, I found her standing right next to me.&nbsp; She was sneaky alright.&nbsp; I bought her and Aaron drinks, consolation prizes for when Samson seemed to deny them, judging from his demeanor and body language.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have a drink, Shaw."&nbsp; I got to be the good cop now.&nbsp; "You said something interesting earlier - how you know people who owe you a favor, how you got their lives back on track, and that's how you can get parts on the cheap.&nbsp; To start, we'll need a primary buffer panel..."&nbsp; I rattled off some other items I knew the ship would need to be replaced.&nbsp; Fortunately, most of the damage was on the outside of <em>Man's Ruin</em>, although some stuff did get shaken up in the engine room, and Marcus had some weird custom work going on in there.&nbsp; "... Is that a shopping list you can handle, Shaw?"<br><br>I gave Babs her drink, too.&nbsp; "Been a long time since I seen you, Babs.&nbsp; Didn't think you made it out.&nbsp; Name's Santiago.&nbsp; Maybe you know me as my old call-sign, 'Nomad.'&nbsp; What have you been up to, and what are you doing here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 15:54:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Santiago, Samson, Aaron and Babs (mentioned)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Ugh, the training soirees are <em>aweful!</em>" Shey exclaimed, her eyes all but rolling into the back of her head as she let her normal guard down around her friend. "I am convinced they are as much about training those young men about to treat a Lady and Companion as they are about teaching the trainees how to perform at a public function. While we usually pass with flying colors they, most often, fail. I will admit, I did meet one young gentleman at my last such even though, who has become a bit of a regular customer. His father had clearly taken the time to teach him proper manners and the difference between a Companion and a whore," she admitted, with little thought to the fact that she might sound just a bit like a snob when mentioning prostitutes not trained, or protected by, the Guild.<br><br>"Dancing shall happen before we leave then. You were always graceful, it's a shame that you go so long between such amusements. If the Captain rents me his shuttle I'll have to take care of that!" she said flashing her friend a grin that promised mischief and fun as often as the chance arose.<br><br>Listening to Thalia talk about how she came to be on the ship, she didn't miss the fact that she glossed over having met the Captain first. The way she skipped over it though made it clear enough, to Shey at least, that this wasn't a story fit to be told in public...she'd wait until later and Thalia about it in private.<br><br>She'd expected Thalia to answer her question so when Santiago spoke up she arched one delicately shaped brown and simply watched while the man showed off his scars. She wasn't surprised to see that Thalia's work had left a fainter scar than the Core doctor's the girl had always been deft with her fingers, even when doing things like practicing music back at the House. That the same nimbleness of finer that had served her well there, served her well here was no shock...the First Mate's blatant flirting with her friend however, was a bit of a surprise. Not that Thalia wasn't worth flirting with, but on most of the ships she'd seen, the crew had, mostly, either treated it's women like another one of the men, or like trollops. Santiago was treating Thalia like a woman of value which didn't fit either paradigm she was used to seeing...and it pleased her, though none of those thoughts showed on her impassive face. <br><br>Taking the drink that the man offered to them, Shey sipped it lightly before letting a small smile touch her lips and raising her glass to Santiago, "Very nice, Sir. I'll admit, this comes from a far better bottle than I expected this saloon to have. I clearly should have given you more credit for knowing your liquor," she said, a slight tinge of amusement in her voice as she teased him. He was a friend of Thalia's which allowed her to relax her usual reserve just a bit. <br><br>Seeing the two that had been speaking with the Captain being dismissed she flashed her friend a warm smile, "My turn I suppose. Anything I should know about in dealing with your Captain?"<br><br>She waited for a response before flashing her friend an impudent grin once more, then schooling her face into a gentle reserve and turning away from the bar to all but glide across the floor an slide into a seat so recently vacated by Aaron and Babs. "Good day Captain Castle, I am Sheydran Corsei of House Madrassa," she said holding out her hand to him as she introduced herself and before simply getting down to business, she didn't want to take up more of his time than was necessary as he had the look about him of a man starting to grow weary with business. "I saw your advert on the Cortex about having two shuttles and wanted to see if you'd be in the way of renting one of them out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 23:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open <br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>&nbsp;Sidney couldn't help but feel out of place. Not the bar itself, he'd been in his fair share of seedy bars. Looking for work and the like. But the familiar camaraderie that some of them seemed to have with each other.&nbsp; With the Captain indisposed, talking with the guy who claimed to be a hacker. Sidney decided to join the others at the bar. Catching a conversation about Brown coats. <br><br>"Shrapnel?" Sidney said in mild surprise. "Knife wounds? Is it always that much fun and games on your ship? He continued, before noticing Santiago looking at him. "Sorry" he said rubbing the back of his neck almost tapping Sha-li, getting a chirp and swift peck for his trouble. "I'm Sydney Leon, Pilot"&nbsp; said holding out his hand. "I met Thalia and the other guys back at Man's Ruin." He said gesturing to the others. "..and Thali said to come with her here to speak to the Captain, but he's currently busy" he said nodding to the Captain and Aaron. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 23:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei, Sidney Leon<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br><em>"Very nice, Sir. I'll admit, this comes from a far better bottle than I expected this saloon to have. I clearly should have given you more credit for knowing your liquor."</em><br><br>"It helps that the aforementioned bottle from which the contents of our glasses came from was delivered by our very own ship... <em>Ma'am.</em>"&nbsp; <br><br>I was echoing the way she called me "sir."<br><br>"And I do declare and preference that you refer to me as 'Santiago,' Shey.&nbsp; 'Sir' makes me think I'm old, or that I'm officer in someone's army, or that I am an owner of a ship, all of which I never was and have no plans to be.&nbsp; Except maybe the old part."<br><br><em>"My turn I suppose.&nbsp; Anything I should know about in dealing with your Captain?"</em><br><br>"Let's just say that your fiery mane may stir up some bad memories in Samson, so be sure to make a most positive impression."<br><br><em>"Shrapnel?&nbsp; Knife wounds?&nbsp; Is it always that much fun and games on your ship?"</em><br><br>"Naw, not so much no more.&nbsp; But they do happen."<br><br><em>"Sorry, I'm Sydney Leon, pilot.&nbsp; I met Thalia and the other guys back at <em>Man's Ruin</em>.&nbsp; Thalia said to come with her here to speak to the Captain, but he's currently busy."</em><br><br>"Good to meet you, Sidney."&nbsp; I shook his hand in a firm and friendly manner.&nbsp; "We could certainly use someone with your particular skill.&nbsp; Between Samson, Thalia and me, we have about half a pilot.&nbsp; Have much experience with the Firefly model?&nbsp; And he'll be with you shortly.&nbsp; If it makes you feel any better, you can practice your pitch on me."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 03:23:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Santiago, Sidney, Babs, Samson, Astrid and Aaron<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br><em>"You recognize this bourbon, Thalia?&nbsp; Last time we had it was last month at Silverlight."</em><br><br>"How could I forget it, Santiago? I drank far too much that night." She gave Shey a coy smile because it meant she'd wilfully chosen to ignore one of those Companion guidelines about drinking too much at social gatherings. "We had a great time," she told her Companion friend. "We danced up a storm and I told him about Sihnon." She made a gesture with her hand, "you know, Companion training." She grinned at Santiago. "Of course I want to go back, the next time," she glanced in the Cap'n's direction, "we're back in that neck of the woods. I don't expect that to be changing anytime soon, unless bringing on new crew takes us out of our way. <br><br>It's a shitty little station, once you've lived on it a while but it has its bright spots. Silverlight is one of them." She chose not to comment on the others. That was when she noticed a woman looking Santiago's way and gave his arm another tap, before nodding with her chin in Babs' direction. Maybe he saw that or maybe he'd already noticed Babs out of the corner of his eye. She was more sure of it as the moments passed and she introduced herself when Santiago bought her a drink. She inclined her head once again to Aaron, paying attention to the conversation going on around them as she took a sip from her drink and focused her attention on Shey. <br><br>"I have.. amusing memories of those soirees. Oh, we were all so serious about them. That's lucky.. or perhaps even a sign of your skill, my friend, that you met one of your clients that way. I'm not the only one who's graceful. They made us dance until we had no choice but to be. The truth is, I enjoyed it. So we are going to dance in your shuttle if Samson hires it out to you?" she asked, a little confused by Shey's meaning. She was curious to see what Shey and Santiago made of each other, and then she asked her question about the Captain. "The main advice I'd give wouldn't be necessary anyway. I can tell you that, already. My suggestion would be to talk straight to him. He's a direct man who seems somewhat wary of feminine wiles. Of course, you didn't hear that from me."<br><br>Shey stepped over to speak with the Captain shortly after and Sidney joined them. "I'm sure the Captain will get to speaking with you shortly. We need a pilot." She tried not to smile as she said this. "Eh, the shrapnel and knife wounds don't happen all that often, just sometimes. I've served on a few ships and it seems to be a common thing. Sometimes folk need patching, a bit like ships do I suppose." She glanced at Santiago when he spoke with Sidney and finished what remained of her drink. It was strong and even the first one left her feeling a little tipsy. She was going to ask more questions but first she'd give Sidney a chance to answer Santiago's.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 04:05:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Aaron Shaw and Babs directly.Santiago, Shey, Thalia in the background, Astrid looking to be pointed in Samson's direction<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br>It was not everyday Samson had to greet someone properly, the etiquette the academy had instilled in him was a discipline not easily forgotten. A long time had passed since&nbsp; Samson had come face to face with a courtesan but the customs rarely changed. Samson tipped his hat properly and took her offered hand in a simple gesture, he did not lean in to kiss her fingers nor anything else as they had never met before. "Ma'am" He greeted before sitting back. <br><br>"The shuttles are unoccupied, are you sure you want to hitch a ride? We don't spend a lot of time near the core worlds. Clientele for your profession might run scarce here and then, a courtesan prices are steep for a lot of the people on the rim and border worlds." Samson bluntly stated, perhaps trying to convince her to reconsider renting a shuttle. Subconsciously his heart? Or maybe it was another organ telling him not to trust another damn red head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 04:21:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thalia, Santiago, Samson, Aaron and Babs (mentioned)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>A small smile lifted the corners of Shey's lips when he called her "Ma'am", so few men actually bothered with niceties these days but in all honesty she didn't particularly like that title herself. It always sounded like a term of respect you should use for an older woman and she was, by no means, old yet. It was also, quite often, a distancing tactic and, when combined with Santiago's comment before she'd come over, it made her wonder just what a red-head had done to the Captain before her. It would be rude to ask on a first meeting, but given time...given time she'd find out.<br><br>"Just Shey please, Captain. I'm looking to rent space from you, I don't think we need to stand on formalities," she offered and while her face was still, mostly, impassive there was a sparkle of amusement dancing just behind her eyes.<br><br>"As for work, allow me to worry about that. I haven't been far out beyond the Core, but I'm looking to change that. I want to see the 'verse I live in before settling into a quiet life of high society parties and intrigues," she admitted and the way she said the last word made it clear she didn't think much of the back stabbing and politics that were the bane of "high society" no matter which era in history you were talking about. "I don't need to spend a lot of time near the Core to put enough in my savings to make the rent in those times when we might be too far out for me to work and while a Companion's prices are always steep, we can adjust them accordingly if we find a proper client," she added with just the barest hint of her lips twitching into a small smirk.<br><br>A Companion would never starve or suffer due to a world not being the richest. She would always find work that would pay well for where she was, even if not so well as what she could make in the Core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 05:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey directly at his table, everyone else in the background<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br>"Noted." The man nodded and agreed to keep the do away with the formalities. Samson polished off the last drink from his beer as he listened to the young woman address the potential concerns she would encounter if she decided to rent out one of the ship's shuttles. It didn't surprise him, he had his run ins with courtesans before, they knew how to give all the right answers. <br><br>"Sounds...horrible, but to each their own." He didn't bother to lie to her, there was a reason Samson lived his life port to port and away from his home world. "We will be docked for a few days. You are a friend of Thalia right? I am sure she can keep you up to date and let you know when we are ready to take off. Before that, you can pick one of the shuttles and do what you wish, I will warn ya, they ain't in good shape." Samson volunteered Thalia (unknowingly) to handle Shey and her needs, the man was keeping his distance from the red head. "Agreed?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 03:02:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"If you stay outside the politics it's not entirely horrible," Shey returned, a small smile, the most she'd allowed herself in talking with the Captain, tugging her lips upward. As abrasive as he seemed, she actually liked the straightforward and gruff attitude he exuded. "And yes, Thalia is a friend, I've offered to allow her to stay with me while the ship is being repaired so I don't think staying updated will be a problem," she added with just a touch of mischief tinging her voice...after all, she didn't think he'd leave without his medic and his medic would be with <em>her</em> so he wouldn't be slipping by her either...in case it was in his head to try.<br><br>As to the condition of the shuttles she waved that off with a gentle flick of her wrist and grace enough to make a Queen envious, "Don't worry about the shuttle. I'm more concerned with the inside, which I'll decorate to my own needs, than the inside, though may we agree that any improvements I make to the outside, and in parts and repair can be taken off the rent? I'll give you itemized receipts for any such repairs of course."<br><br>She'd asked, but she actually didn't think it would be a hard condition to agree to, after all he wouldn't have to pay the repairs out of his own pocket and, as he wasn't collecting rent from her yet anyway, he wouldn't really lose any money in getting a shuttle in improved repair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 10:04:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey directly at his table, everyone else in the background, beckoning Sydney and Astrid over<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br>Samson looked up at the woman across from him curiously. "Off course." Samson replied, a little sarcastic indignation in his tone. What she was requesting made sense, it was his fault for letting the shuttle fall into poor shape but it was still a little much for his liking. Mechanics were not rare, finding one that did a good job, was. Shey had unintentionally struck a nerve, he felt bad for letting the ship fall into such disrepair. The last few weeks were a little rough on the Man's Ruin. "Agreed, I hope I can cut out the middle man and find myself a mechanic worth a damn in this port." <br><br>He glanced over towards Thalia and Santiago for a brief moment then the rest of the patrons. It was easy to pick out people who had a purpose and those who wanted to keep to themselves. Samson beckoned the two looking his way with a motion of his hand. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could find a place to eat. "It was nice meeting you Shey, I think we are done." Samson dismissed her as quickly as he had Babs and Aaron, no one could claim he was not an equal opportunity son of a bitch. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 14:18:37</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Babs reader and procurer of fine things...with a little killin' on top<br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging – 'Nomad, Thalia, Sidney and Arron she is aware of the others <br><br>&nbsp;Babs clinked her drink at ‘Nomad’ he got that grin again, “<strong>Darlin’ya’ll should ‘ave knowed I git owt, tell yah though was touch an’ go at the end, we lost a rut load but then that were normal.”</strong> Taking a swig of her drink and looking for a cigar to chew on in her pockets&nbsp; she smile continued<strong>, “I see that ya don’t show de scar on yah backside. Darlin’s ‘e ..." </strong> she turned to Thalia<strong> 'e squealed like a ruttein’ babby pig….ya’ll should ‘of seen it. Thought 'e was goin’ ta bring down them purple bellies down with the noise....”</strong> There was some more laughter as she went on to tell some tale about a green lad catching him the arse with a missfire. Whether is was real or not was a matter for debate, just as the stories of Babs were.<br><br>The truth was she did do a hell of a lot, and she really did take risks, at least for her own life, better to die than to go back…Yes Babs did a good deal of the feats in the tales,&nbsp; but it was all in the eye of the beholder. In her mind she used what skills she had to do a job... One thing was sure though this Browncoat never left a man behind….never.&nbsp; Even now Babs she was still holdin’ to that. All she knew was she had to be careful now about certain things, and was mindful about them.<br><br><strong>“Anyway I ain’t ‘ere ta be borin’ folks with old war stories.”</strong> And she wasn’t, though it was sometimes good to see someone again that understood the insanity that had been.<strong> “Lookin’ for work, mostly, but there aint a lot for old soldiers like me.” </strong>She laughed again. The word old was amusing for Babs looked relatively fresh faced, though there were a couple of visible knotted scars across her left collar bone. Those procedures had likely been performed in the field, and in a hurry.<br><br>“<strong>As for what I ‘ave been a doin’ well this n’that, yah know what was is Charlie used t’a&nbsp; say, redistabutin’ the wealth o’ the verse and the like.”</strong> She didn’t mention the killin’ but Nomad likely knew that it had been done, though Bab’s still kept to certain codes for them that would meet the business side of her sharp pointy things.<strong> “So what you been up ta sweetcheeks other that pickin’ up gals and misbe'avin’?”<br></strong><br>Babs might have appeared relaxed yet all the time she was alert, ready for fight or flight, as it was too many folks and bright lights did not wholly sit well with her psyche, however it was mostly under control, even more so because she needed a job. Or rather really wanted to get off this planet.<br><br><strong>“Where are ma manners folks me mama would ‘ave ‘ad ma guts fer more than garters, the names Babette.. Good ta meet ‘cha even if this big fella aint good at formal introduction.” </strong>With that a rough long fingered hand was put out to shake. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 21:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney, Samson, Santiago, Babs<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>Aaron had been silent for a long while, not sure if he had actually be refused by the captain or not. Either way he had said his peace and was just about to make his way over to the group when <em>She</em> strolled up to the Captain and Aaron. <em>She</em> was the one who got Aaron into all sorts of trouble after the war in a bar just like this. <em>She</em> was the reason Aaron had to go into hiding on various planets and in various towns. Aaron would have recognized that voice anywhere. He closed his eyes and took a breath....<br><br>Slowly he made his way back over to the girls and Santiago. He sat down with them and stayed silent for a moment, milling things over in his head. Maybe he couldn't get on the captain's good side but it seemed like Santiago had better ears than Aaron gave him credit for. Aaron picked up the drink and raised it as if to say thanks and took a swig. <strong>"Single buffer panel isn't much of a list. Shouldn't be hard to find. May only take a few hours...It's installin the thing that is gonna be hard."</strong> Aaron responded and chugged the rest of the beer. <br><br>He was shocked to see that Babs and Santiago knew eachother, was there anyone she didn't know in the entire verse? Aaron considered getting up but the idea of having tow or three beautiful women around him at any given time kept him in his seat for just a little while longer. <strong>"So Santiago. What do you think the odds of me getting on the ship are?"</strong> He asked the first mate while sliding a tablet out of his bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 03:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Babette Lafayette, Aaron Shaw<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br>I glanced back at Thalia and considered getting her a refill.&nbsp; Maybe she would spill some stories of how <em>close</em> she and her friend Shey was, and just <em>how</em> intimately they knew each other.<br><br>Shey managed to make a deal and nothing bad happened.&nbsp; Good on her.&nbsp; Good on Samson, too.&nbsp; Maybe she'll replace his bad memories with some good ones.<br><br>Babs seemed to be in bad shape.&nbsp; She was talking all incoherent-like.&nbsp; Not making no sense.&nbsp; Kind of made me feel bad.&nbsp; She done so much, saved so many.&nbsp; Never seemed to have her head on straight.&nbsp; Crazy Babs was becoming Crazier Babs.&nbsp; Couldn't leave her like this.&nbsp; When you can't run no more, you crawl, and when you can't do that, you find someone to carry you.&nbsp; Babs needed carrying.<br><br>I sat her down in a stool.&nbsp; <br><br>"You listen here, Babette.&nbsp; You want a job?&nbsp; I'll see what I can do.&nbsp; But you stop your nonsense.&nbsp; All that crazy talk.&nbsp; Talking about my backside and pigs and purple bellies.&nbsp; Get it together, soldier.""<br><br>I turned to Aaron.<br><br>"Not just a single buffer panel, Shaw.&nbsp; All of this stuff, too..."&nbsp; I again rattled off some other items I knew the ship would need to be replaced.&nbsp; "At the moment, yours odds ain't so good.&nbsp; I'd say halfway between slim and none.&nbsp; But if you impress Samson with everything on that list and then some, he'll find a use for you."&nbsp; I looked down at the tablet he was pulling out.&nbsp; "Though you'll want to confirm that list with Samson and a mechanic."<br><br>Having given the potential crew member a chance to show what he can do, I looked to Thalia to size him up on a psychological level.&nbsp; The man would require closer inspection.&nbsp; Thalia vouched for Shey, I'm a-going to act as a reference for Babette, but we didn't know Shaw at all.&nbsp; He'd have to pull off something amazing, and maybe he might be able to do it.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 05:55:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201107/9/7/3/204379/cuts/2011-cowboys-and-aliens-002_288x288.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Aaron Shaw</span></span></strong>, <em>Hacker extrodinare!</em><br>2519, present day<br>Looking over Man's Ruin<br>Tagging - Thalia, Sheydran, Sidney, Samson, Santiago, Babs<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br>An annoyed glance crossed Aaron's face. Not because Santiago had annoyed him but because Aaron understood that he was being tested to some degree. While he couldn't blame them he felt like he had already proven himself to others. If anyone did a real background check on Aaron they would understand just how dangerous he was with his tablet and computer skills alone. Oh well, you entire life is spent proving things. <br><br>Aaron started typing up the list of things he needed to collect for Santiago then tapped his screen twice. <strong>"Here's what I'm gonna do. I have made a list of everything that is needed. Or at least what you say is needed. I'm going to have all of this sent over to your ship and whatever isn't needed you can keep incase it's needed at some other point in time. Think of it as a favor. Weather I get on board or not, at least you know I can do what I say I can....Even if I can't."</strong> Aaron gave a silly smile to Santiago and continued typing, calling in alot of the favors he was owed...at least on this planet. <br><br>Truth was Aaron didn't think the things being asked for was much of anything but what did he know about space ships beyond they went into space and shot things from time to time. Once the favors had been called in Aaron slid his tablet over to Santiago so he could see how much it would cost. <strong>"See, it's gonna cost ya less than half of what it would to buy these things at any store and they will deliver for free."</strong> Aaron winked at Santiago then cleared his throat. <strong>"That is if you still want this stuff."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 23:26:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Astrid Zachrison,</span> <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Focusing on Samson<br>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br><hr> <br>Well apparently the older gentleman was useless, as was apparent by his shrug. Astrid just frowned and looked disappointed. Though her frown quickly turned back to a grin as her ears caught wind of the nearby chatter of 'find myself a mechanic'. Her eyes grew big and excited at this, and even more so as the man waved her over. <br><br>Without hesitation, she wove through the people, having to duck a couple of times under arms. Astrid as a small framed little woman. She hardly looked like a mechanic with her big blue eyes and doll like face. The only real notice was her&nbsp; overalls and the smear of grease on her cheek. <br><br>She skidded to a halt in front of the man who had beckoned her. "You don't happen to be Captain Castle, do ya?" She asked in a perky ans curious voice. "Even if you're not, I heard mention of you hunting a mechanic from across the way. Well, mechanic I am, and a out of work one at that. Astrid Zachrison is my name." She said all this rather quickly then thrust her hand out in a offer to shake his hand. Astrid was nothing if not friendly and energetic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 02:56:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samson, Thalia, Santiago, Babette, Aaron<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Shey couldn't help but thinking that the Captain was trying to annoy her with his curt dismissal and the way he waved over others who wished to speak to him, ensuring she had no choice but to leave or make a scene, but he would find her feathers far harder to ruffle than that. She'd concluded her business with him, for the moment, and was content to rise and leave his table without further comment. <br><br>Returning to the bar, where her friend and possible new crewmates stood, she flashed a grin that was meant for Thalia, but could be shared by all as she spoke, "Well that's settled. He said I can choose which shuttle to rent, you've been on the ship some time Thalia, does one work better than the other? I've also got permission to make a few repairs, as needed, but in all honesty, I will probably leave it looking a bit rough, it'll offer certain of my clients more anonymity if it looks like a vessel they wouldn't normally be caught out on," she added thoughtfully, the last bit more to herself than anyone else really but still open for commenting. <br><br>Glancing between Babette and Aaron she smiled warmly once more and held her hand out to each, "Hello, I do believe we'll be travelling together. I'm Sheydran," she offered, keeping it simple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 04:27:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Santiago, Sidney, Babs, Samson, Astrid and Aaron<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8omJvCrwRdY</div></div><br>Thalia toyed with her empty glass as she watched Shey interviewed by the Captain nearby. She hoped he wouldn't say anything overly gruff because she liked the idea of having her long-absent friend on board. Companions were generally more strong-minded than most people realised, so she thought it would be fine. She slipped from her chair for a moment, and ordered another round of the bourbon. She knew it had been Santiago's intention to treat her, but she enjoyed returning the favour. She waited for the man to fill their drinks, all the while listening in to Babs' talk with Santiago.<br><br>Her smile widened at Babs' words, 'redistabutin’ the wealth o’ the verse and the like'. Yeah, there had been a bit of that on the last ship they'd served on. In fact, she'd yet to see a ship out this way that wasn't up to some sort of underhandedness, whether illegal cargo, human trafficking - ugh, or good ol' petty theft. When Babs made reference to his 'picking up girls and misbehavin', her eyebrow rose slightly with a note of curiousity. She shook Babette's hand when she made her introduction. "Thalia Linnea. I'm the medic on Man's Ruin."&nbsp; <br><br>Thalia listened in as Santiago and Aaron discussed the parts needed to repair the ship. It sounded like it was going to take a lot of work and cost a good bit of money, but not much was cheap when it came to ships. She wasn't sure what the budget was like for these repairs, but the longer they spent on-planet, the more chance there was to find jobs that would pay for it. One way or another it would work out. She didn't know that Santiago intended for her to size up Aaron, but she would do so anyway in a passive way, and not just for him. <br><br>Aaron seemed generous, or very motivated to leave Persephone with them. At first she thought he intended to give the needed parts as a gift, but she'd misunderstood. It would've surprised her if he had. He didn't seem dishonest or that dangerous. It was clear to her that in order to leave they'd need these spare parts, so the timely delivery of them was a welcome thing. Around this time she spied another young woman stepping forward to talk to the Captain, just as Shey returned.<br><br>The words were on the tip of her tongue, '<em>how did it go?</em>' "That's great news! There is one shuttle that's newer than the other and it's got a Cortex terminal fitted. If I was going to choose a shuttle, that's the one I'd go for. They both fly fine or did before we.. landed. It might be a good idea to check them over to be sure. The shuttles dock at the sides of the ship."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 13:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Santiago, Astrid, Captain Samson<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206036.msg10156559#msg10156559">Quote from: vin26m on 22-06-2014, 23:55:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good to meet you, Sidney."&nbsp; I shook his hand in a firm and friendly manner.&nbsp; "We could certainly use someone with your particular skill.&nbsp; Between Samson, Thalia and me, we have about half a pilot.&nbsp; Have much experience with the Firefly model?&nbsp; And he'll be with you shortly.&nbsp; If it makes you feel any better, you can practice your pitch on me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Sidney smiled at the question. "Shénme? Fly a Firefly? He coughed out. "No, but I've always wanted to be behind the helm of one. Ever since I was a trainee pilot back on my old job" He said with a slight shrug. "One of the old salts used to talk about how he used to smuggle browncoats on it during the war, and how she would never let him down." he said. His eyes taking on a slight sheen as he reminisced. "But If I can keep a couple hundred ton Ore Freighter in the air with three burnouts and a re-wired control interface. Flying her should be like <em>Tǎng zài sīchóu</em> (lying on silk)". Sidney said, regaining his composure.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Sidney was just about to take Santiago up on his offer, when he noticed the captain beckoning him and another girl over. Grabbing a quick glass of whiskey to help calm him he made his way to the Captain. As he made his way across to his table, he made sure to warn Sha-li to behave herself. Sha-li ruffling her feathers slightly in response. <br><br>He got to the captains table just after Astrid. He couldn't help but notice how energetic she was. <em>Quirky</em> he supposed he could call it. Quirky and kinda cute. In a "doesn't really need to try and probably isn't fully aware of it" way. After Astrid let go of the Captains hand. Sidney held out his own, saying. "And I'm a pilot. Names Sidney. captain. "Eye-eye" Chirped the small blue parrot on his shoulder. "And, erm. This is Sha-li Sidney said nodding to the parrot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 08:06:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey leaving the table, everyone else in the background, Sydney and Astrid at the table<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq344ks1ieg&amp;index=2&amp;list=RDfU5CMkNuidA</div></div><br>Samson was subtle, at least he hope her was, watching as Shey walked away. That sway was familiar, Thalia had it, so did Lilith. For some reason he felt Lilith had mastered it, or maybe it was just his head playing games on him. He was saved from his own prison by the cheerful arrival of a young woman. All cheer and smiles, Samson looked up at her and shook her offered hand. "Depends, on who is looking." He motioned for her to take a seat as the second person joined them.&nbsp; <br><br>"You two a pair?" Samson asked, the two had practically arrived together so it was not an absurd assumption. "I am Samson, Captain of the Man's Ruin. No need to call me Captain when on land, Samson will be just fine." He shared as he looked the two of them over. <br><br>"I happen to be in need of both a pilot and a mechanic and I reckon we can find a spot for your bird. Ever work on a firefly? The both of you?" He asked the two. "I'll make this quick, A man shouldn't be working on an empty stomach." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 01:34:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Astrid Zachrison,</span> <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Focusing on Samson Sydney.<br>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br><hr> <br>She shook the man's hand energetically, a surprisingly firm grip for her small hand. Astrid seemed to have energy practically pouring out of her. Releasing his hand, she turned her head quickly to the man who had come up besides her to speak, then right bank to Samson. Her eyes widened at his suggestion and she shook her head and giggled a bit. "No, sir. 'Fraid I don't come with anyone but myself and my tools." She told him, hoping he be wouldn't mind that she wasn't a package deal with the pilot. <br><br>She turned back towards the pilot and noticed the bird on his shoulder. "Oh my goodness. What a cute bird!" She exclaimed before her attention was drawn back to Samson speaking. "Right. Samson it is then. Had a dog named Samson growing up." She shared randomly. "Well he was actually my brother's dog. But he was a good dog nonetheless." She said as if the name relation somehow confirmed that she might could like Samson Castle just as much as the dog. <br><br>His next question was met with a vigorous nod of her head, making her hair bounce around excitedly. "Yes. A few actually. Now, I've never lived on one. But I worked on several that passed through back home. Nice little ships. Study and good looking without being all too fancy." She finished with a confirmation nod and tucked her hands behind her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 22:20:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sidney Leon, Astrid Zachrison, Aaron Shaw, Sheydran Corsei, Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br><hr><br>Sidney gave off some good vibes.&nbsp; Maybe he didn't help the Independents direct, but he knew someone who did, which was almost as good.&nbsp; He seemed a bit less nervous after reminiscing and almost relaxed after taking a swig of courage before going to Samson.<br><br>I noticed a cute little lady weaving her way through the crowd.&nbsp; She dressed like someone who knew how to work in the belly of a ship and even had the trademark dab of grease on her pretty face.&nbsp; She had nice moves, too, like she was used to fitting her nice little body into tight spaces.&nbsp; I thought she came off a bit eager and green.&nbsp; If she played her cards right, she might be able to get a little more out of Samson for the presumably mechanical services she could provide.&nbsp; Good mechanics was rare and deserved a pretty penny.&nbsp; I hoped Samson didn't take too much advantage of her.&nbsp; At least she didn't set off my any alarms in me.&nbsp; She didn't seem like she had much to hide.&nbsp; Shaw, on the other hand, he seemed like he had some secrets.&nbsp; I focused on his data pad again.<br><br>"Color me interested, Shaw."&nbsp; Impressed even, if he could deliver.&nbsp; "That's what I like to see.&nbsp; Solutions to problems.&nbsp; Of course, I wish you confirmed with Samson and whoever he hires to be a mechanic.&nbsp; I imagine they'll want to add or change that list some.&nbsp; In fact, you might have a chance real soon."&nbsp; I nodded toward Samson talking with Sidney and the mechanic-looking girl.<br><br>Shey came back with some news that pleased both her and Thalia.&nbsp; Made me happy to see Thalia with a smile on her face.&nbsp; And maybe it'd be a chance for me to learn more about this Companion side of Thalia she's eluded to.<br><br>"Like Thalia said, Shey, take the newer one.&nbsp; It even has them golden crescent insignias, like it was used for medical or relief operations.&nbsp; Less likely to get shot at.&nbsp; I saw there was some superficial damage on them from getting bounced around, but both them shuttles should fly true."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 16:12:04</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Babs reader and procurer of fine things...with a little killin' on top<br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging – whoever is about <br><br>Babs was something else, Nomad sat her down, he felt her shoulders click and saw her loosen her neck a little as he placed her in a seat, her voice had grown cold., “<strong>Darlin’ we are all crazy, ruttin’ crazy otherwise we would not be out on the rim lookin’ fer scraps o’ work just ta get by. Some o’ us just hide it better than others. Some ‘o us even lie about it ta ourselves.”</strong>It was then she started to look to the others from the ship.<br><br>The medic got a smile that did not quite reach the eyes, that and a compliment after all her squad and many others could have made real good use of them that could patch folks up in the day. There was another reason that Mans Ruin looked like an option even if one flight had to be paid for and her head could be looked at, secret like.... However that was not completely an option as funds were getting low. <br><br>The point was, clever usually got her so far but in the end it was tricky that got her in.<br><br>Just as she was about to turn to the lovely red head, her hand whipped back and she smacked a much larger man in the nose without even looking, it was then another felt her elbow in the ribs. Two ferrets hissed from out of her many pockets and then returned then to the warmth as they were not needed. The two men left pretty quickly without another word and Babs almost did not miss a beat with the conversation, she just carried on almost if nothing happened.<br><br>Well save for her comment, “<strong>I ‘ate it when dicks like that pick on yung’uns and thems that they think are easy marks. They stank as well and a purdy lady like yerself Miss lady red ‘ead did not need their perfume on yer clothes.</strong>” Babs really was completely calm and took another sip of her drink. <strong>“Right now where was I…I aint over sure that the Captain’ll take me on, but if ‘e as any brains in that pan ‘o&nbsp; ‘is he will. That boy there too…” </strong>It was the first time she had acknowledged Aaron, for better or worse the two had a past though precarious it had been nothing less than interesting and he knew more about her than she shared with most, but then Crazy Babs had a knack of knowing him too.<br><br>Rubbing her knuckle slightly Babs continued, yes she had an accent, but hell this was no mud farmer, or at least was no more a mud farmer. Astrid got a smile that was real pleasant like, the mechanic&nbsp; did not look much older than Babs yet seemed a good deal younger…<br><br><strong>“As I see it, a skeleton crew is fine fer baby jobs, but there ain’t much better fer getting’ into a place that's locked up&nbsp; than me and ‘im. But if y’all legit… then shine up yer badges and yer smiles.”</strong> She shrugged then and sniggered a little. Not in a crazy way, all she knew was if not invited legitimately then she could be on that ship quicker than one could say Jack Robinson…<br><strong><br>“So who’s up fer the next round…”<br><br></strong><em>All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.<br><br><br></em><br><br>Watership Down 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 05:39:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey, Santiago, Babs and Aaron, Sidney, Samson and Astrid<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing*</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EP49fb4nTV8</div></div><br>Thalia's gaze drifted over to Samson, watching the conversation between himself, Astrid - their potential mechanic and Sidney - potential pilot. She hadn't seen either of their abilities yet - and chances were she wouldn't know what to look for, at least in Astrid's case, because her knowledge of mechanics was impressive in its non-existence. Piloting on the other hand was a bit more familiar to her. She'd flown shuttles a time or two and she knew well enough how to dock, undock and pilot them.. in the most basic sense of the word. It was something she'd like to learn more about if Samson took a pilot on full-time. If the pilot had some spare time on his hands, maybe she'd ask him to show her. She wasn't sure what to make of Sha-li but the parrot seemed happy enough on her master's shoulder.<br><br>She turned back to the nearer conversation, her attention lingering on Babs and her ferrets. She hadn't noticed it much at first, but Babs had some faded scars. Some were on her shoulder blade, suggestive of knife cuts, and which looked to have been sewn up quickly and with little attention to detail. Thalia wondered if that might've happened in the field. She was pleased to see Santiago agreed with her suggestion about the newer shuttle. It meant that she and Santiago couldn't sneak off to use the cortex there as they might've done, but the ship had another personal terminal in the cockpit and if a call came in, they could have it transferred to their rooms. That or she could intrude on Shey and ask to borrow her cortex terminal, not that she intended to. Maybe one of these days she'd pick up one of those devices like Samson had - the portable, tablet kind - but for now she had her databook.<br><br><hr><br>* Apparently this is a pro-Independents saloon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 21:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Santiago, Astrid, Captain Samson<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You two a pair?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp;Sindey managed to stop himself from blurting out "I wish" when asked the question. Instead he just replied with a "No sir." Was it him or did it get a bit more stuffy in the bar.<br>He looked at Astrid as she remarked about Sha-li sat perched on his shoulder. "Thanks." he smiled "She can get a bit nippy with people she don' know. But give her a tián bǐnggān (trans. sweet biscuit) an she'll love you forever." Sha-li ruffled her feathers and let out a chirp of "bǐnggān" at the mention of a treat. "I hope the bird isn't an issue Captain" Sidney continued turning to Samson. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ever work on a firefly?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>&nbsp;Sidney couldn't help but notice Astrids apparent experience with fireflys, and wished he could say the same. "Unfortunately, no." he said in a slightly sombre tone. "But I've always wanted to, since One of the old fliers talked about owning one in my job where I learned to fly." he said brightening up. "I have some experience in ships with similar rotator thrust pods like your firefly."&nbsp; He said explaining partly that at least he knew how to fly one. "An lookin' at her. Those others would be like flying a Gǒu de yīfú (rough trans. cart without wheels) compared to her." he said confidently.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 11:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Shey leaving the table, everyone else in the background, Sydney and Astrid at the table<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq344ks1ieg&amp;index=2&amp;list=RDfU5CMkNuidA</div></div><br>"You come with tools? Sad to say that might be a first." Samson shared as the two were settled. It was indeed a sad revelation, lots of people liked to claim they were mechanics or had know how, few ever panned out. Desperation sometimes made a person lie or try to scam their way on board a ship. <br><br>They were not a pair, that was good, if one didn't work out then he would not be obliged to keep the other around. He turned to face Sydney and his bird, a pilot was a pilot in which ever way you spelled it. Samson could not gauge his potential with just words but that also meant he was not about to let him claim a bunk. "She's in rough shape right now, but like Astrid here, you prove you are up for the task then I will add you to my ship's manifest." He explained as he reached for his tablet cortex and pulled his request off the network. It was at this time he noticed a few messages waiting for him but now was not the time for such things, even if one named stood out like a sore thumb.<br><br>The bird didn't bother him, no more than the critters the other wanted to bring about his ship. Off course if he found shit in his boots or bunk, critter or crew, they would find themselves tossed out of the airlock. Turning to Astrid. "When you can start?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 22:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong>,</span> <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Focusing on Samson and Sydney, noticing Babs.<br>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br><hr> <br>Astrid was easily distracted at the best of time, though that didn't exactly mean she wasn't paying attention. Though she could be a flake at times, especially with things outside of mechanical know-how. This distraction was a loud talking, thick accented, short haired woman near by. Actually, was got her attention was the woman punching someone. The reason why Astrid had missed. But she turned her head and widened her eyes just in time to see the hit land. <br><br>"Oh my." She commented under her breath before turning back to Samson. Her look of surprise turned to a look total shock as he explained that coming with tools was a first. "Why, what kinda a mechanic doesn't have tools with 'em?" She asked bewildered. "Then again, I can rightly guess the kind I think. Always amazes me anyway though. Granted, I don't have a whole lot. Can't carry all that much with me. But I have the basics plus a couple, and with those, there ain't much you can't do." She told him looking quite sure of herself. <br><br>Her attention was pulled back to the pilot momentarily as he spoke, but then was quickly put back towards Samson as he asked a question. "Can start as soon as ya need me to. Ain't got nothin' else on my plate." She told him with her beaming smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 15:46:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samson, Thalia, Santiago, Babette, Aaron<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Shey would have been happy to shake Bab's hand but the young seeming (Shey suspected she was older than she looked) woman suddenly turned and was dispatching two men who'd been approaching. The ease with which she did it, and her following comment put a look on Shey's face that couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to be a smile or a scowl, "While I wouldn't relish the cleaning needed to get their smell out of my clothes, that is the second time in less than an hour someone had felt the need to put down drunkards approaching me. I'm not sure what it is about this section of town, I've not been accosted so much in my weeks here and suddenly it seems to be the chosen past time," she said a low chuckle in her throat but there was a flash of something just slightly dangerous in the back of her eyes, if one was looking, as well.<br><br>She might appear to be a soft, pretty, little thing, but looks could be deceiving and Shey knew how to hand the proper end of a blade.<br><br>Thinking on what both Thalia and Santiago had said she gave a slight nod, "The shuttle with the Cortex makes the most sense, it'll allow me privacy to speak with clients, many of whom don't mind people knowing they are contracting a Companion but a few prefer their contracts to be a bit more....clandestine," she said, a small smirk tugging the corners of her lips. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 23:25:24</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Astrid, Captain Samson<br>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"....you prove you are up for the task then I will add you to my ship's manifest."</div></div><br>&nbsp;Sidney chewed the inside of his cheek at the statement. The captain didn't mind Sha-li, which was a plus. But it never hurt to try to grease the wheels a bit. "I can prove more than up to it Captain" Sidney began. " And I know you don't know me from some Xiǎohuǒ zài jiētóu. (Rought trans. Guy off the street). I could fly to your next job as a sort of <em>probationary</em> period, say."&nbsp; He said levelling the suggestion. He wasn't overly desperate. But hit did want to get out of this Gǒu shǐ duī of a port. "And I know my way around a control console too. I could give the wiring a bit of a once over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 08:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sydney and Astrid at the table<hr><br>"We have something in common, I have nothing on my plate either. We can talk specifics over a steak. common you two." Samson seemed a little too eager to get up from his chair. Finding a mechanic or pilot was not it, the man was starving. The scuffle over by the rest of his crew was noted, the captain whistling sharply to snap their attention. "I'm going to dinner, you want to eat follow. You two." He pointed at Sid and Astrid, not an option, come with me." Samson motioned at the two and left the Saloon. The hungrier he got, the less patient he was. <br><br>-end scene- 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 1: Crossroads)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 02:53:09</strong>
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				Note: The story continues in the new thread here: Episode 2: The Gamble (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.0).
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