Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:43:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pilot Episode: Blade Sisters</span><br><br><br>The Firefly class transport <em>Flirefry</em> sailed peacefully through the blackness of space, carrying a cargo of cotton and novelty clocks, as well as a trio of passengers with a lot of personal belongings.&nbsp; In fact, they had carried so many belongings that the three were all stuck in a single guest cabin.&nbsp; An announcement buzzed over the ship's intercom system.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><tt class="bbc_tt">"This is your captain speaking.&nbsp; We're going to touch down on Carthgo in just a few minutes.&nbsp; Please secure yourselves and your belongings.&nbsp; I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank you again for not smoking.&nbsp; Your cooperation is appreciated.&nbsp; God bless you!"</tt>&nbsp; </span> <br><br>Down in the guest room, Sister Belle was having a dark night of the soul.&nbsp; Three days without a cigarette were wearing on her intensely, as she sat with her arms around Sister Allia, praying with her.&nbsp; Even if it looked slightly more like the two were embracing.&nbsp; "In the world ye shall have tribulation... but be of good cheer.&nbsp; I have overcome the world."&nbsp; Sister Belle whispered, clutching the rosary in her hand as she felt another wave of cravings hit her.<br><br>"Revi?"&nbsp; Sister Belle asked, her green eyes flashing a little bit.&nbsp; "May I borrow one of your guns?"&nbsp; She said with a smile, perhaps too big of one.&nbsp; "If we kill them now and crash land the ship, we could make it look like a space mutiny."&nbsp; Sister Belle said, her deadpan tone making it quite obvious that she was joking... mostly.&nbsp; A week of no beer, no cigarettes, (unless you could sneak into a shuttle while nobody was looking) and vaguely condescending looks had driven all of the nuns a bit crazy.&nbsp; "This is the last time we fly with protestants."&nbsp; Belle hissed, as the <em>Flirefry</em> flipped over to orient itself with Carthago's gravity, and began to enter the atmosphere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:54:37</strong>
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				Allia like the other two sister’s was anxious,&nbsp; but she did her best to hide it behind a dazzling smile,&nbsp; high cheek bones,&nbsp; and idle banter with just about anyone who would listen.&nbsp; All the while attempting to feel out people for their little desires,&nbsp; but now,&nbsp; she was in the arm’s of the other woman looking down at that lovely soft chocolate skin,&nbsp; trying to keep her mind at least for now off of deadlines,&nbsp; the possibility of her crates being discovered,&nbsp; and hoping that she hadn’t bit off more then she could chew with her first delivery and her return to the big time.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 09:31:48</strong>
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				Revy scowled. Not that this was unusual - it was her equivalent of a blank stare. Belle's comment caused her to scoff, but she was too annoyed by her partners' embrace to make any return quip. "Dumbass sluts," she muttered. They were always touching and caressing and holding each other. <em>Slaves to their cunts.</em> Revy didn't hate them - in fact, they were two of the least unacceptable people she had met in her life. That didn't stop her from finding things to hate about them, though.<br><br>As usual, Revy didn't have a significant idea of what their current mission was. She rarely cared enough to find out, even though either of them probably would have readily told her. All Revy was interested in was who she was allowed to maim and/or kill by any available means. At the moment, that was no one. Revy was exceptionally bored right now.<br><br>She sat on one crate, with one foot propped up on another, smaller crate, and one on the ground. She felt the air - maybe her position had exposed her crotch. Not particularly interested in whether or not she really was, Revy leaned back and pulled out one of her pistols, staring at the engraving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 05:01:21</strong>
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				"Someday you'll come to understand platonic love."&nbsp; Sister Belle said with a wink, clutching Allia tightly.&nbsp; A moment later, the entire ship began to shake, tumbling through the skies as the <em>Flirefry</em> penetrated the roof of the world.&nbsp; Carthago was an unusual planet.&nbsp; Where the terraforming process had produced arid worlds in other places out in the black, it had innundated Carthago.&nbsp; The entire planet was one massive sea, punctuated by tiny landmasses which accounted for less than six percent of the planet's surface.&nbsp; With a few more lurching shakes, the ship made its way into Carthago's atmosphere, busting through several banks of clouds as it sought out its destination.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><tt class="bbc_tt">"We'll be landing at Roshambo in just a few minutes."</tt></span> The captain announced, while the <em>Flirefry</em> gracefully swooped out of the clouds like an angel coming to earth, bearing down on the massive bulk of Roshambo like a rain of mercy.&nbsp; Roshambo wasn't located on any landmass, but was in fact a massive ship of proportions incomprehensible to those not native to Carthago.&nbsp; It resembled a pair of ancient aircraft carriers sitting side by side, though it was considerably more massive.&nbsp; Scores of merchant vessels traded and docked in the valley between the vessel's two hulls, which formed a sort of harbor on the high seas.&nbsp; From the deck of the ship rose a thin forest of towers and skyscrapers, from which hung the massive sails which carried Roshambo from place to place.&nbsp; The business of dealing with the rigging was a major preoccupation of the administrators of Roshambo, who derived their power from the massive vessel's movement.<br><br>Many landing strips and hangar bays extended from the sides of Roshambo, to provide a place for aircraft like Flirefry to land.&nbsp; They also provided a convenient place for other ships to tie themselves to Roshambo, and get a free ride on it.&nbsp; For a fee, they could also get electricity and water supplies.&nbsp; Before long, hundreds of vessels had connected themselves to Roshambo, and to each other, until finally Roshambo had changed from an arcology ship into a flowting city, with its own sort of transit network and postal system.&nbsp; Similar events had occurred all over Carthago, and the floating towns very nearly rivalled the surface cities for influence and power.&nbsp; If only for one issue, they would be in control: Pirates.<br><br><br>Sister Belle stretched out after leaving the ship, lightly carrying the massive crates Allia had brought onboard on a hover cart.&nbsp; "The crew of the Flirefry were kind enough to loan us the use of their storage unit, so we can do what's really important first."&nbsp; Belle said, grinning and giving Revy a slap on the ass.&nbsp; "We're going to go get wasted and smoke enough cigarettes to kill a small dog!"&nbsp; She shouted, grinning and opening up the door to the storage unit.&nbsp; "Then, we minister to the nautilus pirates.&nbsp; You're meeting with their contact soon, right Allia?"&nbsp; Belle asked with a slight wink, moving closer to the obviously annoyed Revy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 02:21:29</strong>
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				The nun allowed her eyebrow to raise ever so slightly at the uppity merc.&nbsp; She was used to that particular type of firebrand,&nbsp; loud mouth and opinionated.&nbsp; They hid emotional instability behind a barrage of insults and a barrel of a very large phallic object. She had to repress a soft giggle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Truth be told,&nbsp; they were her favorite type of people, because they made damn good clientele, as they were generally willing to pay high prices for whatever the newest, biggest, and shiniest replacement penis was tossed onto the market.&nbsp; &nbsp;So,&nbsp; she found herself comfortable around the firecracker of an Asian.&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned as they made their way off the ship,&nbsp; she had grown used to the distinct smell of these trading 'towns.'&nbsp; She enjoyed it immensely,&nbsp; beer,&nbsp; the scent of discharged firearms,&nbsp; sweat,&nbsp; and other less then savory things assaulted her senses.&nbsp; To some,&nbsp; it might have been repugnant...&nbsp; but to the gunrunner turned nun,&nbsp; then gunrunner again,&nbsp; that particular stench was the smell of profits.&nbsp; Cold hard cash!&nbsp; Which could be used to fill the coffers,&nbsp; and...&nbsp; well,&nbsp; maybe just line her coin purse.&nbsp; Everyone needed a little bit of money...&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; She inhaled deeply once more and then gave the other sister a quick nod.&nbsp; "Course,&nbsp;y'all won't mind sitting back for a while..."&nbsp; She said cracking her knuckles.&nbsp; "They're a bit...&nbsp; touchy and I'm sure they'd be more relaxed if only one of us showed up to the meeting."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: Blade Sisters- Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 18:50:13</strong>
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				"Are you hungry, bitch? I'll feed you a bullet!" Revy was not amused by Belle's flippant invasion of her personal bubble. To put it simply, she didn't like to be touched - by anyone. In a more private setting she might have admitted that where she grew up, a deliberate touch was a direct threat of violence, and in her case, rape usually. Being how she was, Revy had managed to at minimum severely mangle anyone that had ever tried. Most of them were dead.<br><br>The gunrunner - Allia? - was going to leave them alone now. Revy much preferred the dynamic of three; there was always one to temper the two. Revy felt a distinct loyalty to Belle, as she was where the paychecks came from, but that wouldn't stop Revy from protecting herself. Her skills with a gun were far too valuable for her to go long without a job. This job was a lot easier on her ammunition budget, of course, but personal comfort came first. She eyed Belle quite warily, gun still in hand, as Belle approached her.
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