Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin & Character Stories)
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				Title: <strong>Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 05:14:47</strong>
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				(An prologue thread to explore your character's backgrounds, prior to being taken on as crew. If you need a separate thread, please let me know.)<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 (Prologue - Man's Ruin)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 08:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sc2mapster.com/media/images/31/786/JoeyRays_LoadingScreen.jpg)<br></div>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood <br><br>Welcome to one of the last decent spots on the rim (in the Blue Sun System) to get a decent drink. Joeyray has been long dead, reaver attack, awful thing. The new management,Joey's son - Bubba, made sure to bunker up this oasis of a watering hole in case those bastards ever come back. A favorite watering hole of Samson since his smuggling days, he kept the planet flush in Whiskey and drink when no one else would. <br><br>*Note* At the point of this post, Joey is still alive. <br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/39a89279b9908b0af70005e91d352b81/tumblr_mrr3s1JIFc1rigrzno4_250.gif)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood 2518 </strong></div><br>Samon sat over at his corner table, a bottle of cheap whiskey halfway gone. A bottle he had provided to Joey's bar, but had to buy at his quadruple sell point. He didn't mind paying for it, a man had to eat after all. For a man who had just danced with death, alongside Santiago, he was looking rather pleased with himself. The man sitting across from him, the man who had tried to set him up was as pale as&nbsp; Bai Hu itself. <br><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=-YeBOrUIQDE</div></div><br>"Hey Joey play something nice will you?" Samson called out, the tender nodded and put on his favorite song. Marcus, the pale one, shifted in his seat as his hand slowly moved over towards his holster, undoing the leather strap that held his pistol in place so he could draw. The man doubled forward in pain as Samson shot him in the right knee, forever giving him a limp if he managed to survive that encounter with the youngest of the Castle brothers.<br><br>"Do you know why I did that Marcus?" Samson asked, knocking back his drink before refilling it and passing it over to the main groaning in pain. <br><br>"Cuz you are a son of a bitch, that's why Castle. How was I..." The man began to stutter and try to explain what had happened earlier that week on Haven."Ahhgodamin you bastatd" The man cried out as the second shot destroyed the other knee. The man's gun went ignored as he held onto his poor ruined joints and attempted to ease the pain of the slugs making themselves at home in his legs. <br><br>"I have two rules Marcus, two simple rules when we started doing business...do you remember what they where?" Samson asked nonchalantly, the clicking of his gun cocking heard in between lyrics about a song that almost made him miss the fields of Beaumonde. Marcus trembled, whether it was from fear or blood loss, he did not know or care. "Remind me Marcus." The man insisted. <br><br>"doo....nnnn't....lie....to you.....doonnnn't.......try to....kill....you...." The man stuttered in between breaths, his answer earning him a reward in the form of a full glass of whiskey. Marcus drank down the liquor, assuming it would be his last. Samson gave the man time to drink, before he holstered his gun. <br><br>"I'm not going to kill you Marcus, but its going to cost you. I would like to thank you for my new ship, I've been looking for a new one, that Knorr don't handle like I want it too and I have my eyes on that Firefly you been riding around in." Samson explained, Marcus wanted to resist but he was not in a good position to bargain. "I'm no thief, so I am going to need you to make this all official, so ow about you spare yourself any further anguish and sign her over." Samson requested, passing over the datapad that would make it all official like, not that it was required but the last thing he needed was a black marked vehicle in the case he was boarded by alliance law. <br><br>"It's illegal....to...sign contracts...in..underrr durrreesss..." Marcus attempted to back peddle. "You look mighty fine to me, a little pale, but a little sun will do you good." Samson passed the man the rest of the bottle to the man after he made sure the ship had been signed over. The ship was docked over on a station on a different system, but getting to it would be no issue. After a little under a year of struggling along on the Knorr, a ship he had to resort to after his old one had been taken by Lilith, he had a decent ship once more. <br><br>Samson finally stood and dropped the bullets of Marcus's gun on the floor behind him as he walked away. On his way out, he paid Joey for the mess and said goodbye to his friend. A firefly, an older but reliable ship, now to tell the crew so they could collect their severance package. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 02:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/mb5_zps4ca494b8.jpg) <strong>High Priestess Isabella Serra, House Madrassa</strong></div><div class="floatright"><strong>Sheydran Corsei, House Madrassa(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><em>October 25, 2511</em><br><br>"Well my dear, it comes as no surprise that it is my pleasure to inform you that you've passed your Registration exam and can now have the privilege of calling yourself a fully Registered Companion. Congratulation Sheydran." <br><br>The High Priestess' words echoed in Shey's ears as she simply stood, almost dumbfounded, by them! Oh granted she'd expected that she would pass her exams, but she'd been told it took time to get those results back, that some Companions didn't find out for <em>months</em> whether they had passed or not and here was the Priestess telling here, a scant two weeks after her sitting them, that she had passed her exams! The only thing that could mean was that she had done a truly stellar job that would would reflect well on her teachers as well as on herself and all the hard work she had put into the last eight years of her life. <br><br>At last she managed to close her mouth and form a response, <strong>"Thank you Priestess. I apologize for my surprise, I wasn't expecting a response for weeks yet, you managed to catch me truly off guard,"</strong> she admitted what she wouldn't have dared say to anyone but the woman before her.<br><br>"You have nothing to thank me for dear girl, it's your own hard work and dedication that brought you such a swift response. Barring any applicable complaints (and we expect none) all you need to now to maintain your Registration is ensure you make it to an appropriate Core hospital each your for your physical. Now that you're Registered you're dismissed and may go and check the Cortex link in your rooms, I have no doubt you already have offers pouring in. New names in the Registry always garner a great deal of interest."<br><br>There was nothing left to say after that as the High Priestess lowered her gaze to her own Cortex link and set about conducting other affairs pertaining to the House, almost instantly forgetting Sheydran was even there.<br><br>Shey simply turned and quietly left the Priestess' study. She spoke to no one as she made her way back to her own rooms and simply stared in shock at the number of messages already lining up on her Cortex account! This was a day she had studied, prepared for, <em>wanted</em> for years and now that the moment was here...she suddenly found no joy in it! Flicking off her Cortex she flung herself to her bed and simply stared up at her ceiling. She wasn't upset, there was no despair or desperation, but there was an aching, bittersweet sadness that filled her heart and she realized that the problem was that her life was changing now and in ways she wouldn't be entirely able to control. She was no longer a student, no longer under the care and guidance of her teachers, she would be expected to go her own way now. Oh she would always have rooms at House Madrassa, and would always be able to return and take classes as she wished, but she would now also be expected to contribute to the House as well.<br><br>The Priestess' announcement made her truly an adult, she could no longer claim the privileges of a child.<br><br>With a fresh sigh she sat back up and felt the first surge of true joy for what the Priestess had told her. She was an adult. She could choose her own clients, her timing, mingle with the elite of society, attend events that most people only dreamed of being able to attend in the first place and she'd get paid to go to them! <br><br>With a widening grin curving her lips, and a fresh wave of excitement filling her, she opened her Cortex link once more and started to scan the offers that were already coming in.<br><br><hr><br><em>December 25, 2516</em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/formal5.jpg)</div><br>"You know there's talk don't you? Talk of Priestess Serra going into retirement in a few years, talk of who will replace her," Sheydran's client for the evening, a politician of Sihnon, said to her as he twirled her around the dance floor at the Parliamentary Christmas party. A party he'd contracted her services for every year for the last four. It was one of the few "short" contract she regularly took. He purchased her time for the party only and never for the whole of the evening. The truth was, he was simply keeping up appearances. Everyone assumed that if you arrived with a Companion on your arm, that you intended to spend the evening with her, they didn't assume you were a homosexual who had a partner waiting for you to get home from your party. For all that "normal" people wouldn't have cared, for some reason the higher up the political ladder you climbed, the more important it became to keep up appearances. <br><br>It was something that had never made sense to Shey, and something she didn't allow herself to dwell on now as she gave her client a gentle smile before answering him, <strong>"There is always talk. When I was just starting my training there was talk, but she has yet to choose a successor and so it can be nothing more than that,"</strong> she said trying to quell any rumors before they started.<br><br>"That's not what I am hearing Shey," he countered, using the short form of her name which was something few clients every did. "Rumor has it she will name her successor just after New Year and that your name is at the top of the short list..."<br><br>Those words had rung in her head the whole rest of the evening. If ever asked she would have no ability to tell you what she replied or what they spoke of the rest of the night! When she was returned to the House, after the party, she made her way to her rooms where she began packing her belongings and found herself on the next transport to leave Sihnon a mere two days later...before the Priestess could make her announcement. Eventually Sheydran wanted to be Priestess, but that was an <em>eventually</em> she wasn't ready for yet. There was an entire 'Verse to see first and she'd be damned if she set foot back on Sihnon before she was ready for it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 02:11:19</strong>
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				<strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img856/4299/4zk6.jpg)</div><br>The night was warm and balmy, as it so often is on a Summer's eve on Osiris. One of the core planets, it is home to many rich and influential families, including the Tams, who may have had relatives at the Midsummer Ball that night. Thalia was a guest, attending with her date for the evening, Dale Silver. A recent law graduate, he was dressed impeccably in his black tailored suit, and he stood out from the crowd with his pale blonde hair, even when he - like so many others - were masked. He was tall and good looking, and he was just the type to hire a Companion, had circumstances been different. That was, if he hadn't met Thalia by chance at the hospital the week before, where she was finishing her residency.<br><br>He was charming and it was the first fine party she'd been invited to in months. Thalia could've turned him down, but why would she? She was interested in learning more about this man, his dedication to justice and the law. He saw a better future for the people of Osiris.. for the Alliance, and while she had never involved herself in politics much or anything to do with the law, it intrigued her. Something told her that Dale Silver just might be on the path to doing a lot of good. That in itself was why she'd accepted his invitation, and why she danced with him tonight.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img853/4188/5efw.jpg)</div>She still had a few dresses from her days at the training house, and Thalia had chosen to wear a slinky gown of pale blue silk with a mask of gold lattice and peacock feathers. It was more subtle than some, as so many favoured large hoop skirts and trains, but it was easier to dance in and she looked much more comfortable and at ease than some of the other guests. Unlike in later years, her hair was a dark chocolate brown and not its cheery blue. She watched her date as he danced, and she had greeted other men as introductions were made, but as she had been taught, she gave her fuller attention to her date. It was only proper and of course, she wanted to.<br><br>"I would love to hear more of your plans for the future," she said, her footsteps slowing from the dance, as she turned to face him. Even beneath the mask he wore, Thalia saw the twitch of his smile. "You're going to be spending a lot more time with me, Thalia. That's if you'll give a man such as I, a chance." She gave him a grudging smile, "you mean you wish to date?" <br><br>"You know that my father has found me a position with his law firm. What I haven't mentioned is it's on Ariel. I'd like you to come away with me-" Thalia looked slightly less convinced, "but I just met you." He looked around at the crowd, then turned back to her, "hear me out. There is a very good hospital on Ariel and I have the connections to find you a position there, if you would like me to. Two months and you will be finished at the hospital here on Osiris. A fully trained doctor. I'm not just offering you a life, Thalia. I'm offering you a future." <br><br>She looked at him for a long moment, before she turned away. "I can't accept your offer. It's generous.. too generous, but that's not it. It doesn't seem very fair, leveraging your connections-" He shook his head at her. "Oh please. People do it all the time. Companions do as well. It is the way that our society works, Thalia, you know that. Think about it. I'm going to get another drink." He let go of her arm and strode off toward the bar, his manner more forceful than it had been before. <br><br>He bumped into a bearded stranger on the way, and kept on walking.. before he suddenly stopped, turned around and stared him down. Dale was taller than the stranger by an inch or two, and he scoffed at Samson with hardly a thought. It was all he took to recognise him as an off-worlder, and his swords confirmed what he already knew, that this stranger was a cavalryman. "Backwater academy scum!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 02:14:18</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</span></span><br>2518<br>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood <br><br>I leaned back against the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>Watched Samson, and his soon-to-be-dead business acquaintance, Marcus, getting their talk on.<br><br>Me?&nbsp; Was getting my drink on.<br><br><em>"Hey, Joey, play something nice will you."</em><br><br>This gorram song.&nbsp; Never understood why Samson liked it so much.&nbsp; His brother, Brock liked it too.&nbsp; I silently toasted Brock, then tossed back the double of whiskey.<br><br>Without even a looking, I placed the glass back on the bar behind me.&nbsp; The bartender took his cue and filled it back up.&nbsp; Good man, that Joeyray.&nbsp; Not like Marcus.<br><br><strong>"<em>Sheh sheh</em>,"</strong> I said to him in gratitude, and then I starting drinking that down, too.&nbsp; Kept my eyes on the interaction before me.&nbsp; Was only a matter of time before Marcus tried to pull out his unloaded gun.<br><br>Bang.&nbsp; Samson shot him.&nbsp; Didn't even make me flinch.&nbsp; <br><br>Marcus went on to explain the rationale for his sudden and inevitable betrayal.&nbsp; Granted, Marcus was in a bad spot - give up Samson or get himself killed - but Marcus could have warned us.&nbsp; Me and Brock... Samson... me and Samson... could have handled it.&nbsp; Just like we handled lots of other situations.&nbsp; Samson could have made a deal.&nbsp; Or I could have come up with a more permanent solution to everyone's problems.<br><br>I'm sure Samson knew that Marcus was not being completely up front about everything.&nbsp; <br><br>Bang.&nbsp; Shot him again.<br><br>Yep.&nbsp; Samson knew, alright.<br><br><em>"I'm not going to kill you Marcus..."</em><br><br>I coughed up a bit of the drink that went down the wrong pipe and raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; <em>Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee?</em>*&nbsp; Samson wasn't going to kill him?&nbsp; After Marcus made it seem like he had too much business to handle and needed Samson to help with some work getting done, it turned out to be a set-up, a trap.&nbsp; Me and Samson walked into an ambush, but managed to get out.&nbsp; Now it was time for some payback.&nbsp; <br><br>Apparently, not in as much blood as I was hoping for.<br><br>But at least he got a ship out of it.<br><br>After Samson was done getting Marcus to sign his livelihood away, he got up and left.&nbsp; <br><br>Now it was my turn.&nbsp; I walked up to Marcus, grabbed him out of his chair, and dragged him out the back of the bar.<br><br><strong>"Tried to get me killed, Marcus.&nbsp; And for that, you going to pay.&nbsp; Not just your ship neither.&nbsp; With your life, too.&nbsp; Samson said he ain't going to kill you.&nbsp; Didn't say nothing about <em>me</em> letting you go.&nbsp; Have you made your peace with god, <em>pendejo</em>?&nbsp; Because you about to meet your maker."</strong><br><br>I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Bah, not worth the bullet.&nbsp; Already got two in you."</strong><br><br>Marcus looked relieved for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Gonna kill you with my bare hands."</strong><br><br>From behind, I put Marcus into a choke hold.&nbsp; He struggled, but it didn't matter none.<br><br><strong>"Go to sleep.&nbsp; Marcus.&nbsp; For good, this time.&nbsp; Better this way.&nbsp; Besides, me and Samson, we got away.&nbsp; Them folks that ambushed us, they going to come for you.&nbsp; Make you suffer more than just a pair of busted knees.&nbsp; Have you give us up again.&nbsp; Not happening.&nbsp; No way, no how."</strong><br><br>When Marcus got all corpsified, I hung on a bit longer, to be sure.&nbsp; I took some souvenirs off his body, then rejoined Samson.<br><br><br><br><br><br><em>Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee?</em> - What the hell is this crap?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 03:35:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://redskytrader.com/images/product-images/m206b_2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br>(<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time </em></span>)<br></div><br>Samson felt out of place at ball, bunch of fancy people bragging about all their money. It was also a great place to hear a few things for future heists and his contact wanted to meet discreetly at the masquerade ball. She would be wearing a mask of green with lace, no one had fit that description, yet. The suit he was wearing was warm, the mask hotter. Taking a moment to move towards the nearby tables for a drink, he was walking off to make another round of the gala when a guest bumped into him. Samson did not take any offense nor voice any, it was a crowded event and he could not fault someone for needing a drink. The words he loudly muttered caused him to turn and catch the offender's sneer behind his half mask. "Watch your tone boy or I'll fix it for you." Samson warned, prepared to just leave it at that, a shame Dale couldn't. <br><br>Dale face twisted angrily, first he had been denied by Thalia and now this rim worlder thought he had a right to threaten him! The man let reason slip away as he stepped forward. "Who do you think you are, I am Dale Silver. Do you have any idea who I am?"<br><br>"I don't have time for this junior." The man in the pirate mask (Samson) cut him off, taking a step away but Dale cut him off. In a quick motion, Dale grabbed Samson by the shoulder. "Don't you dare walk away from meoooooof." The recent law graduate grunted as he found himself on is back, all the wind knocked out of him with Samson looking down at him. <br><br>"I told you boy, I don't have time for this." Samson repeated, catching a glimpse of green in the crowd. Dale's head was pounding, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. A few heads had turned his way as he scrambled to his feet, still struggling to breath. "I challenge you to a duel you back water son of a whore! Fight me or prove me right that all of you from West Point are nothing but war deserting cowards and traitors!" Dale ran his mouth, the murmuring crowd began to whisper among themselves. Challenges and duels, a useless custom of the core worlds but one that made or broke a man. Samson Castle had nothing to prove, but the stupid son of a bitch had gone and dragged his family into the shit. <br><br>"I accept boy, I Samson Castle, Cavalryman of West Point accept. Time and place boy, and I will show you your place." Samson accepted, Dale stood. "Now, I will make the arrangements. I will show you your true place you scum sucking peasant!" <br><div class="floatright">(http://images.amcnetworks.com/amctv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/tu-s1-judge-590.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Governor of Osris<br>Richard Vanderbuilt</em></div> </div><br>Word of a growing scuffle near the tables had reached Richard, drawing his attention. His guards reported a duel had been&nbsp; issued and they were looking for someone to oversee it followed planetary law. The Governor of Osris loved duels, a common place practice before the war. A duel at his party, what a lovely distraction for his guests! As host of the party, Richard sent for the two men and made all the arrangements for them. Word began to spread around, a duel! A duel outside for the guests! What could have been handled quietly would now be handled "civilly" <br><br>True to his word, Samson followed the escorts, Dale arrived moments later. A crowd was growing and weapons were issued. The Cavalry sword that started it all was inspected by the officials as Dale tested and demonstrated multiple blades, for the crowd. He was also showing off, confident he would beat the rim world scum. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 18:21:52</strong>
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				<strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</em></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img843/8171/6x0j.jpg)</div><em>I can't believe he would offer.. that he would have any chance at all of coming through with this job on Ariel, but he might. What, am I even considering this? I've known him for a week. Yesterday I was making plans to travel AWAY from the central planets and now I'm thinking of changing everything? It is.. an unbelievable offer but he doesn't really know me. He just knows I'm a doctor and trained to be a Companion. That I can hold my own in an evening dress.. and probably out of one. I haven't even figured out who he is yet. Am I a fool if I don't jump at his offer? The number of interns who would give everything to work in a hospital on Ariel. It just isn't what I want. I want to travel, see the 'verse.. and get my own job without someone pulling strings for me. I don't need that. I don't want that. It's a brilliant offer but.. it's someone else's dream, not mine. </em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img841/2475/7vvi7.jpg)</div>Caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts, Thalia lost sight of her date amidst the mingling, masked guests. The atmosphere of the party was pleasant, upbeat, a lot of people enjoying themselves. It didn't feel like the place for serious thoughts, but they were heavy in Thalia's mind, all the same. As she moved to collect a wine glass from a hostess with a tray of drinks, she saw Dale over nearer the bar. He was talking with a man she hadn't seen before; one with a beard who had the look of the outer planets about him, only more well-combed. Thalia saw Dale reach out to grab the other man's shoulder as he moved to walk away, then the law graduate was swiftly knocked on his back.<br><br>She moved through the crowd, hearing murmurings of 'duel' as two dancing guests moved aside, and she saw the men standing face to face oncemore. <em>No, he didn't. He wouldn't, would he?</em> By the time she made it over to where they'd been, the men were gone and she spotted Dale's mask as he made his way outside. She sighed to herself, wondering if it might be better if she stayed and found herself another dance partner for the time being, but it was only right that she follow him outside. <br><br>The men were standing on the lawn beyond a set of cherrywood doors. A small crowd had gathered and the Governor was there. She walked over to Dale, looking entirely lost. "What.. what's going on? I heard people say that there was going to be-"<br><br>"A duel, yes. This.. backworld peasant insulted my honour and he is going to pay for it." Where before there had been a sneer, now there was anger. A sense of humiliation, because of this stranger. "What did he do? What - you're not going to try and kill each other?" Another man approached, wearing a suit. One of the serving staff from the masquerade. "Your sword, sir. Would you like a second?" Dale asked, "a second sword? No, I think I will only need the one." The serving man answered, "no, a second for the duel." Dale shook his head. Another man confirmed Samson's swords as suitable. "Fine steel, that." It was just what Dale needed to hear.. and ignored.<br><br>This wasn't the first duel Thalia had witnessed and she was certainly no stranger to the rules, but she didn't want this. Not if there was some way to avoid it. "Dale, you don't have to do this. It can't be that serious. What's the argument even about?" He grabbed Thalia by the front of her dress. "Don't talk down to me. This is a man's business, and this scum-sucking peasant has crossed a line. He needs to be taught his place. Perhaps you need to learn yours as well." <br><br>Thalia stared coldly into her date's eyes. "Oh believe me, I'm learning it.. quickly." Freeing herself from his grip, Thalia walked over by the doors that led into the hall. She considered re-joining the party, but instead chose to hang back to watch the idiocy that was the duel between these men. She took the chance to look over Dale's opponent, who looked more a fighting type than the young lawyer did. How could he not see what was blatantly obvious? He was going to get his arse kicked, or worse, stabbed. Was she caring? "I don't care," she reminded herself, folding her arms. <em>Once this is done, they'll be wanting me to patch them up. That's the way it usually works, isn't it? A shame this is one of the few nice dresses I have left.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 00:19:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b4/Samson.jpg/397px-Samson.jpg)</div><br>While Dale decided it was best to berate his date , Samson took the time to removed his mask and coat. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, allowing him the mobility he would need. The humidity and heat of the day would play a factor in the duel as well. They had yet to start but he was already sweating. <br><br>"Your honor is worth shit boy." Samson came up, sword in hand and ready to begin. The crowd was eating it up, the Governor of Osiris was imaging how well the reviews of his gala would read the next day. Samson Castle was not past mercy, yet, but he wanted to get this bullshit over with and find his contact. <br><br>Richard, the Governor of Osiris, stepped in between the two, establishing the rules of the duel. "Samson Castle and Dale Silver will be dueling, settling their personal issues in a civil manner. May any and all conflict be resolved with this outcome of this duel, as so stated by planetary law. Once I step out, you to may begin, the match ends when a man yields, is unable to get up or upon death." Richard announced before he stepped out of the men's way. <br><br>Dale charged and thrust forward, expecting to catch Samson off guard but was parried easily. Their steel clashed loudly as Samson swung, his strength forced the younger man to defend himself or be cut to ribbons. For the first time all night, Dale was unable to open his mouth, his brows furrowed as this rim world peasant beat him into a corner! "*笨天生的一堆肉。・" Dale cursed and began a spirited counter attack. After a few passes at one another, Samson had a shallow cut across his chest and Dale had earned a swelling eye after he had been pummeled with the hilt of the blade! <br><br>Both men were sweating, plenty of close calls on both ends had the guest thinking it would be ending then they would each prove how skilled they were with the sword. One thing was clear, Samson was tiring out the man who had a decade on him. "Think of what you are doing boy, you have your entire life ahead of you...pretty little thing you had on your arm. Lay your sword down and you can go back to the party."<br><br>"Ohh I will, once I remove your head from your shoulders. Nothing like a good whore to sate a man after a battle." Dale boasted. Samson sighed and pressed another attack, stopping when he kicked the back of Dale's knees and forced the man to kneel. "Yield boy, this is over!" Samson commanded with his blade pulling away, expecting him to do the smart thing. <br><br>Dale burned with fury, his sword trembled in his hand. "I....I.....yil.....will never yield to a savage!" He declared, coming up swinging, cutting deeply into Samson's side but it was not enough! Samson's sword cut through the young man's head like a hot knife through butter. Dale's momentum resulted in is standing, his mouth wide open as his body bubbled and gurgled, his body still unaware of what had transpired. Just as quickly as he had stood, he dropped to his knees, his head rolling off his shoulders to the feet of some nearby patrons after the body fell flat onto the perfectly maintained grass. <br><br>Some of the females watching gasped in horror, some men as well did not expect such a gruesome end. Dueling had been romanticized for a long time, Samson had shown these people the whole hard reality. Samson reached for the hankie of a nearby patron, thanking him as he cleaned the blood of his sword as he approached the governor. <br>"Thank you sir, I am glad we were able to handle this issue in such a civil manner." He thanked the man, the sarcasm&nbsp; very clean in his tone before he grunted. His hand applied pressure to the wound on his side, Samson needed a medic. <br><br>Among the crowd a young woman watched the events, a smile spreading across her face. She was the only one wearing a green dress that day, paired with her green-lace mask.<em> So that is Samson Castle...</em> The lady in green slowly began to make her way through the crowd, hoping to catch the man before he slipped away. The man was injured and in need of medic, he was in luck...<br><br><hr><br>*Stupid Inbred Stack of Meat 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 04:08:56</strong>
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				<strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</em></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img819/4854/5ykq.jpg)</div>Thalia was having trouble believing just what it was she was seeing. This duel was going to go ahead and it might have been stating the obvious, but in what way could this possibly go well? Dale was too prideful and stubborn to back down, and for the opportunities the cavalryman gave him to re-consider, they also provoked him and made him want to fight all-the-more. Thalia wondered if she'd played some role in this happening. If she'd taken more time to consider Dale's offer, this might never have happened, but no - this wasn't her fault. He'd got himself into this trouble from the outset. That was if things were as they seemed and there wasn't a pre-existing grudge between himself and the rim-worlder, whose name she now knew. <em>Samson Castle.</em> Not one she'd forget in a hurry.<br><br>The Governor's announcement of the duel sealed it. It was too late to back down now and she wished she'd tried to step in, or implied Dale was drunk, before things went so far. Thalia felt a great sense of unease, as she watched the men prepare to fight. Somehow, she knew one of them wouldn't be walking away. It began suddenly, and with a clash of steel. Both men were obviously the mouthy types, as their words clashed as surely as they did.<br><br>Dale's comeback, wanting a whore to sate him after the battle, drove away the last of Thalia's good feeling for the man. He wasn't who she'd thought he was. He was a boy, not a man, judgmental and foolish, and she wouldn't be convinced he was anything else, even if he defeated Samson. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img843/8171/6x0j.jpg)</div>She should've walked away - there and then - and returned to the party, but she didn't. Thalia had to watch, and for that reason, memories of the duel would return to haunt her nightmares for years to come. She stood through it all - the attacks and counterattacks, blades slicing cloth and skin, meeting and parrying, while blood oozed from both men. Her eyes rolled when Dale called the rim-worlder a savage. As civilised as duelling might be, in what way was killing another man with a sword NOT savage?<br><br>"Walk away, Thalia. Leave," she murmured to herself, and she moved to turn, but she didn't. She stared on, gritting her teeth, before approaching several steps closer. "Please don't. You don't need to do this!" They did, in a way. Their reputations, their pride.. their honour was on the line now, but was it worth their lives? Her heart almost stopped beating when she saw Dale forced to his knees and she really, genuinely thought he might back down. What came next happened seemingly in the blink of an eye. Flashing swords and then Dale fell. He fell to the ground, and his head. "Oh gods," she said, voice catching in her throat. His head rolled to the ground, and he was gone.<br><br>She barely heard what was said next. It didn't register with her ears. She just saw Samson cleaning his sword, as if he was all business. Thalia looked a miserable and pitiful sight indeed. Not tearful, but very sad that this had come to pass. Her mask was in her hand and she didn't even remember taking it off. It seemed like too many people were looking her way, all of a sudden, and then she felt a hand placed on her shoulder. It was an elderly woman in a dusky pink dress. Thalia thought she was offering reassurance, when she said, "don't you think you should patch him up, dear?"<br><br>She took one look at Samson, and her eyes held all sorts of pain, then at the fallen body on the ground. "No, I really don't. Let a civilised man tend to his own wounds. He looks capable enough." It was only then she saw the extent of his injuries, but as far as she was concerned, he'd got off lightly. Thalia drifted back into the ballroom, the room lurching as strange, masked figures danced and the party went on as if nothing had happened.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 07:15:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>A Masquerade Party on Osiris ~ Around 3 and a half years ago</strong><br>(Thalia and Samson "meet" for the first time)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b4/Samson.jpg/397px-Samson.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://images.amcnetworks.com/amctv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/tu-s1-judge-590.jpg)<br><div align="center"><em>Governor of Osris<br>Richard Vanderbuilt</em></div> </div><br>Richard overlooked the man's tone, he knew first hand what drawing blood could do to a man's senses and etiquette. The ending was rather gruesome, but his guests had been entertained and he had enjoyed the spectacle. Dale Silver, only son of Gregory Silver, lay dead on his lawn. A young man with a bright future but his own pride had sealed his fate. His father would need to produce a new heir or find new partners to run his large company once he retired. The old snake within him smirked while his face remained emotionless. Samson Castle,had unknowingly created up a potential opportunity for him . <br><br>"It is the only thing that separates us from beasts." Richard declared. "Swords?" Samson asked, the corner of Richard's lips tightened. "No Mr. Castle, the law." The man responded calmly, careful not to respond to Castle angrily. He could see why Dale had been worked up to a froth, this man just had a manner to him. "You keep your law, I'll stick to my sword." Samson replied, Richard found himself laughing. "You West Point boys are all the same, fine swordsmen, bad politicians." <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/77c787da020f12e64aa9e37abe9f7a9e/tumblr_mo05rqinv71rcy33to1_500.jpg)<br>"Lilith" <br><del>Heart breaker</del><br>Ship Thief <br></div>"We don't gain a taste for lies." Samson concluded, holding his hand out to the man who promptly shook it. "A good day to you Mr. Vanderbilt, its been a pleasure. Lovely party you have here." <br><br>Richard turned to address his guests, smiling and lying like the well trained opportunist he was. "My dear friends, may we return inside an toast Dale Silver, a fine young man who died honorably. No one would be able to say Richard had not paid his respects. <br><br>Samson began to walk off, his linen shirt soaked through, his hand still keeping pressure on the wound. Dale Silver would leave his mark on Castle in the form of a scar, a cowards move that could have resulted in his own head off his shoulders.&nbsp; He needed a medic bad, his contact, the lady in green lace forgotten. No job was worth losing his life, ironic he had just accepted a duel that only would have ended in it. His vision was blurring, he was reaching for his com, call in Santiago for help but he found himself stumbling instead. His fall to the lawn was prevented by a young woman, dressed in green. "Hello Samson Castle, my name is Lilith..." He heard her say, the mask atop her head was green and lacy, buried in her mane of red curls. "Sure know how to make a man wait..." Samson said weakly, losing track at what point he lost consciousnesses. <br><br><div align="center"><em>-End Scene- </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 04:23:38</strong>
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				<strong>Mariner's Gate Space Station ~ 4 months ago </strong><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Thalia, Santiago and Samson cross paths)</span></em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img820/9851/oy3u.jpg)</div>It was a long story, how Thalia had come to be out here. The last few years had seen her move from ship to ship and now she was working as a medic on Mariner's Gate station. Out in the black, halfway between the core world of Londinium and the border world of Persephone, the station played an important role in providing fuel, spare parts, supplies and medical assistance to those who needed it. There wasn't anything else around for a week in any direction, if you were travelling at a good speed. The station also doubled as a home to couriers, smugglers, traders, pirates and freelance pilots alike, who regularly sought entertainment on the giant, hulking, floating mass of metal.<br><br>The station had no quarantine procedure to speak of, as the man named Whitehall - the rich coreworlder who ran the station - put it,&nbsp; who in the arse end of space would want that? The sick and injured kept Thalia and the other medics busy enough, working in the small clinic on the second level. After a week, Thalia was reconsidering taking the job, after a month, she was aching to ship out of there. "Oh my gawd, I hate this job so much." It was night time now, and she lay on her small bunk, staring at the ceiling, while her bunkmate snored across the room. "No amount of credits is worth this."<br><br>There was a poetic irony to the timing, because her decision to get out for some fresh(er) air, led her to the entertainment level. A row of pubs, danceclubs, restaurants and brothels sat in a tidy row across the width of the station, while a ridiculously garish fountain decorated the centre of the level. It wasn't so bad, once you adjusted to the sight. Travellers passing through would drop coins into the water, wishing for love or a brighter future, and the whole bottom of the fountain was covered with the glitter of coins.. and a layer of slime because no one had cleaned it out in years. <br><br>She'd need her money if she was going to leave, but Thalia glanced up from the fountain to see what seemed a familiar face in the crowd. She was sure it couldn't be, but she ventured closer.. because if she didn't, she'd wonder. "Santiago?" she asked, suddenly sure it was him. They'd worked on the same ship 6 months back, so it wasn't in the realm of impossibility that he'd be out here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 05:21:16</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>Four months ago<br>Mariner's Gate Space Station<br><br><em>"Santiago?"</em><br><br>Heard my name.&nbsp; Recognized the voice.&nbsp; Looked up from the fountain right after I tossed some coins in.<br><br>Thalia.<br><br>I smiled at her and met her halfway.&nbsp; Been a while.&nbsp; Wasn't sure how to greet her.&nbsp; Improvise.<br><br><strong>"How you doing, Thalia?"</strong><br><br>I gave her a big bear hug and lifted her off the ground.&nbsp; I spun around once and set her back down.<br><br><strong>"I just made a wish and then you pop up."</strong><br><br>I gave her a chance to talk about what she was up to.&nbsp; Tried real hard not to look down from her face to the rest of her figure.&nbsp; She seemed like she could use...<br><br><strong>"...a job.&nbsp; As a medic.&nbsp; On my ship.&nbsp; Well, not my ship, but the ship I'm on.&nbsp; C'mon.&nbsp; I'll introduce you to the captain."</strong><br><br>I took her to the ship.<br><br><strong>"Samson, this here is Thalia, best medic I ever had the pleasure of stitching me up.&nbsp; Thalia, this is Samson, captain of the boat."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 05:36:13</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>Five Years Ago<br>Sitting in a small bar<br>Tagging - none<br>Location -Beaumonde <hr><br>Five years ago on Beaumonde Aaron sat in a small run down bar with his tablet resting in front of him. Fingers clacked softly against the keyboard that was set up to the tablet while he went over data of people who had gone missing on the planet. He wasn't sure if the missing men and women were taken by the Alliance, or something else. From what he could dig up it seemed those who went missing were former brown coats that still supported the cause. While Aaron never joined up with the Brown Coats he understood why they fought.<br><br>A small rattle drew his attention as two rather large men walked into the bar shoulder to shoulder. Guns strapped at their waist but the uniforms they wore made it hard to make out what kind of pistols they were carrying with them. Aaron scooped up his tablet and stuffed it into his small backpack. The younger Aaron tilted his hat over his face and watched the two men walk over to the bar and sit down while ordering drinks. An uneasy feeling crept over Aaron but he wasn't sure why...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 07:16:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/1ae4cdbd22456459a3b6e7ab85ce0235/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo2_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>Four months ago<br>Location - Mariner's Gate Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Thalia<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/n1PXY7X.jpg)</div>"Found one you liked already Santiago?" Samson called out as he heard him coming up the ramp of the ship. A man had needs after all but he preferred if they were sated off his ship, ever since Lilith anyway. Santiago was a grown man and what he did in his bunk with whoever was his business. His hunting rifle was laying in pieces across the table in front of him. Samson found a nice cleaning kit on the station for sale and was planning going through his guns to make sure they were maintained. <br><br>He knew time was money, so Santiago would not be introducing him unless he had a good reason and boy did he have one. A medic! They were in need of one, among a few other things, it was hard to find decent loyal folk, a good cook at the very least! "Greetings." He finished up cleaning the chamber of his gun before snapping it back onto the stock. Samson tipped his hat at the young woman, pushing a chair out for the two of them to join him. "A medic and a good one at that, rare things out here in the middle of nowhere. Are you here to apply for the spot? Santiago and I have a knack for pissing people off and in need of a good stitching." He laughed, completely unaware that this woman knew who he was and they had met long ago (in passing). <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 17:59:46</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>5 years ago<br>Location - Beaumonde a small bar<br>Npc Open, noticing Aaron<br><br><br>Babs was still some hazy, real hazy there had been some trouble and she had been well and truly screwed. That nice Captain he had said she would be real safe, then he sawed the creds, he was supposed to be a ruttin’ browncoat. Alex&nbsp; he had made sure even James had before they went off, but that bastard sold her out. Least he had tried to. He must of guessed because of her age she was easy, but he did not figure a few other things on the plate.<br><br>She knowed he was not to marry her and he was a lying to her friends, her comrades, the one he was a goin’ to leave her but it was worse than a damned farce. As it was she ran with a ferret (mother of one she has now) and a plant and some other bits and doings. There was something’s one did not do and that was selling someone off to the alliance.<br><br>As it happened she was the one that was trouble so Babs in her usual; manner slipped into the crowd, and went to one of the smaller bars, mostly they were safe and she just needed to stock up and look for some supplies and maybe work. Still finishing her drink the reader paused for a moment and looked about, surreptitiously of course. There was a tension in the air and there were uniforms…though she was not the only one troubled there were a few. <br><br>One was likely notable perhaps, in the scheme of things; he might need an exit just as she did. She looked like some lad from the streets and slowly walked to the bar to get a drink passing Aaron, he got one glance and that was it as she quietly asked for some creds… there was nothing unusual in that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 22:00:26</strong>
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				<strong>Mariner's Gate Space Station ~ 4 months ago</strong><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Thalia, Santiago and Samson cross paths)</span></em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><br>"It's great to see you, Santiago. Did you cut your hair or something?" Thalia gave him a teasing smile, because she made that up. He looked exactly the same, probably on account of the fact it hadn't been that long. "I wouldn't knock the possibility of another job, that's for sure. You know I was serving on ships before this, on account of the fact you were on one of them. Lead the way, and if the Captain hires me, good. If not, no harm done."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img841/1031/j8o1l.jpg)</div>She followed Santiago out to the docking port, then once he'd keyed in the code, through the airlock into the ship. She looked around the firefly, and waited for him to catch up, before tagging along behind him as he led her to the galley where Samson was sitting, cleaning his guns.<br><br>"Hello, I'm Thalia. Yes, I'm a medic and here to apply for the job. It's pleasure ta.. <em>aw hell!</em>" Were she armed at the time, that pistol would've (rather foolishly) been the first thing in Thalia's hand. Instead, she stared at the Captain, who hadn't the first clue who she was. "<em>You.</em> You're the Captain?" She was certain it was him. His hair was a bit more erratic, but she thought so. "Osiris. Governor Richard Vanderbuilt's masquerade party." Her voice took on a slightly higher pitch. "You.. beheaded-" She made a strangled noise. "My.. date, with a.. with a sword." <br><br>She turned to Santiago, a pained look on her face. It wasn't faked either. There was real pain at the memories, and her memories of the nightmares about the memories! It was not the way her 'interview' was intended to go. She trusted Santiago to watch her back if he needed her to, not really considering that he was taking orders from the Captain. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, weighing up her options but wanting to see what the Captain had to say for himself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 05:26:04</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>Four months ago<br>Mariner's Gate Space Station<br><br><em>"Found one you liked already Santiago."</em><br><br><strong>"A little more than just like, Samson,"</strong> I called back from the ramp.&nbsp; I looked at Thalia in the eyes and gave a quick once-over with my eyes going from head to toe and back.<br><br>We got closer to Samson.&nbsp; When I saw what he was doing with his guns, I made a mental note to check up on him.&nbsp; Guns was my specialty, after all.<br><br><em>"Hello, I'm Thalia. Yes, I'm a medic and here to apply for the job. It's pleasure ta.. aw hell!"</em><br><br>Thalia always did have a nice, sweet voice that made my ears tingle.&nbsp; I ain't never seen her react this way before, though.&nbsp; Poor girl was visibly shaken.<br><br>She went on to explain a bit about how she knew Samson.<br><br><strong>"Sorry to hear that, Thalia.&nbsp; But I known Samson a while now, and if he done that to someone, they had it coming.&nbsp; He may have taken your date's life, but if it weren't for Samson, I wouldn't be here neither.&nbsp; You heard right - Samson saved my hide and gave me a chance to earn some pay on the regular."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 07:33:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/1ae4cdbd22456459a3b6e7ab85ce0235/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo2_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>Four months ago<br>Location - Mariner's Gate Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Thalia<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/n1PXY7X.jpg)</div><br>"Osris?" He repeated out loud, confused as to why someone would bring that up. That was ancient news, but Samson recalled that masquerade for entirely different reasons not related to beheading a man. "You have nothing to apologize for Santiago, I never beheaded anyone who didn't have it coming." He shrugged, obviously the events of that day had not affected him as strongly as it had her. <br><br>"It was a lovely event, not including the beheading. To answer your question, yes I am the captain of the ship and we do need a medic. Come to think of it..." He commented as he continue to work on his rifle before the revelation hit him. "I could have used one after the duel..." Samson trailed off, hoping she would fill in why she had left him there to bleed out. Didn't medic swear to an oath? Or was that only doctors? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 17:09:23</strong>
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				<strong>Mariner's Gate Space Station ~ 4 months ago</strong><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Thalia, Santiago and Samson cross paths)</span></em><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><br><br>"When I'd just seen my date die before my eyes was not an opportune time to call on my good graces," she said, getting a bit irritated that this was being turned around on her. "I happened to like the man, somewhat. He was a gentleman.. til I refused his offer to whisk me off to Ariel. I don't know what kind of disagreement you had that warranted a duel in the first place, but I don't think he was thinking straight.<br><br>That wasn't a small scratch you gave him. He was young. He had a future, and chance to turn around his immature nature and do some real good with the resources and help he had going for him. That's more than most people've got. Instead, he ended up dead on the lawn." <br><br>If she had any real concern or fear, she would've left. Instead, Thalia sank down into a chair at the table, and glanced at Santiago. "It doesn't seem like it takes much to have it coming." Thalia heard what Santiago was saying though. That one life taken was balanced out somewhat by a life saved. Someone she knew and happened to care about. <br><br>"I'm a doctor. Not just a medic. The Alliance did away with the oath in 2508, during the war. I didn't promise anything but it's not my way to do harm. It was better I walked away that night."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 01:42:04</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>Four months ago<br>Mariner's Gate Space Station<br><br>"Okay, Samson.&nbsp; Okay... Doc.&nbsp; One of y'all killed the other of y'all's date, and the other of y'all left the killer for dead.&nbsp; Balance is restored.&nbsp; Alright, I have an idea.&nbsp; Let's all be friends.&nbsp; We're here now, and if this is the best we got, that's better than many."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 08:15:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/1ae4cdbd22456459a3b6e7ab85ce0235/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo2_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>Four months ago<br>Location - Mariner's Gate Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Thalia<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/n1PXY7X.jpg)</div> <br>"I'll keep that in mind." Samson commented, noting that the doctor decided when she felt like saving a life or not. Something about that rubbed him the wrong way but he had not been in the war. Samson could only assume why they repealed the oath doctors swore abide by to, no good reasons came to mind. <br><br>"I don't like to talk ill of the dead but he was a child, a boy in a man's body. Did he deserve to die that day? No, I gave him plenty of opportunity to walk away, even when we were engaged in combat. He repaid me with a scar down my side, but I do not lose any sleep over it. I would not even be talking about this if I had not crossed paths with you today. But if it makes you feel any better, I remember his name. I remember the name of every person I kill and believe you me, I try to keep that list short." Samson spoke so matter of factually, he failed to notice he was almost lecturing the two as he finished up the maintenance on his rifle and gave her a final look over.&nbsp; <br><br>"On to more pressing things, you want to join up? You will have your pick of the rooms, right now its only me and Santiago running this thing." He explained, not going into detail why it was his fault the old crew fell apart. Samson hoped Santiago wouldn't go blabbing about it either. Truth was, Samson had fallen in love, he married and was trying to play husband and smuggler at the same time. Work got sparse and people hopped off, Samson was lucky Santiago stuck with him as long as he did. After Lilith absconded with the ship, the two were looking for work port to port and scrapping by but Santiago stuck with him.<br><br>That was months ago, now they had the ship and they needed a crew to get back into the swing of things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 17:54:16</strong>
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				<strong>Mariner's Gate Space Station ~ 4 months ago</strong><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Thalia, Santiago and Samson cross paths)</span></em><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><br><br>Thalia didn't have too much more to say on the matter of Dale Silver that she hadn't already said. She knew her thoughts on it, the Captain knew his thoughts on it, and Santiago knew both. Even had he survived, Thalia wasn't convinced he would've turned out the kind of man she'd hoped he would be. It had nothing to do with moving to Ariel or not, it had to do with potential. The man had it, but he ignored it.. and likely as not would've gone on doing so, because he didn't know better. Then again, maybe her hopes had nothing to do with him and whatever dreams he once had that died with him. Thalia wondered if she could've been a positive influence on his life if she'd decided to join him on Ariel, but it wasn't going to happen. Not now, not ever.<br><br>"I do want to join up," she said, her expression thoughtful. "The only issue being I'm working in the medical facility on the station here and they'll be wanting some notice. When are you leaving?" She glanced back and forth between Santiago and Samson, not really doubting her decision. It wasn't perfect circumstances to get hired or come to know the Captain, but you made the best of the circumstances you had. Maybe good could come of it, even though it hadn't at that party so long ago.<br><br>"With just the two of you, there's likely not enough work to keep me busy. I can speak a couple of other languages if that's any use to you." She glossed over the Companion training, at least for now. "If you're visiting different ports, then I could offer medical help to people off the ship if it's needed." <em>Sometimes out on the border and the rim, doctors are a rarity.</em> "Oh, and I can cook, somewhat. What destinations do you have in mind and do you have a med bay on board.. or space set aside for one?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 04:27:26</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>Four months ago<br>Mariner's Gate Space Station<br><br>"You'll have plenty to do.&nbsp; We go lots of places, and pretty much every one of them could use skills like yours, if even only for a few days.&nbsp; And you'll have a med bay of your very own on this here ship.&nbsp; Ain't that right, Samson?"<br><br>Reality was, a med bay was going to have to happen sooner or later, and what we... acquired from our old associate Marcus left a lot to be desired.&nbsp; Clearly, the health of his crew was not a priority.<br><br>"Course, it's just a storage area at the moment.&nbsp; But you can make it just the way you want.&nbsp; And we'll make sure it's stocked up with whatever you need."<br><br>While we lacked a crew, we did have some medical supplies.&nbsp; That came off the back of another transport.&nbsp; And into ours.&nbsp; Somehow.<br><br>"We can leave whenever you're ready.&nbsp; But not till we all go to Silverlight.&nbsp; Have to celebrate the beginning of our new mutually beneficial relationship."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 19:53:04</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>Samson was elsewhere, finishing some business.&nbsp; Usually, I accompanied him at the conclusion of a deal, but this time around, he wanted to go in alone.&nbsp; Wasn't something I liked, but then again, I had me another option for the evening.<br><br>That option was our medic, doctor really, Thalia.&nbsp; After working together a while ago - and by working together I mean me getting myself hurt and her fixing me up - we was back on the same ship.&nbsp; About three months ago I ran into her on this very space station and managed to poach her away from her previous place of employment and onto Samson's ship.&nbsp; I like to think that over that period of time me and Thalia got to know each other better, beyond doctor-patient, beyond ship-mates, and into true friendship.<br><br>This was the fourth time we was at <em>Silverlight</em>, and we ended up here about every month since Thalia's first day.&nbsp; She sure did like to dance, and I sure did like watching her move her body.&nbsp; Knowing that eyes was on her instead of me made me less shy about getting on the dance floor, and I had myself a hard time saying no to Thalia since she seemed to ask for so little.<br><br>At the moment, me and Thalia had a few rounds of Old Earth Style Kentucky Bourbon in us.&nbsp; While I could hold my liquor after years of training and attempting to keep up with the likes of Samson, I was afraid that another glass or two would require me carrying Thalia out of the club.&nbsp; I started giving her water instead of liquor, just so she won't be so hung over in the morning.<br><br>"Look-ee there, Thalia. Ain't they an odd couple?&nbsp; What do you think their deal is?&nbsp; Some rich boy with a woman way out of his league - bet she's some kind of Companion.&nbsp; What do you think?"<br><br><em>Silverlight</em> was full of wealthy, core-world types looking for a taste of life on the rim.&nbsp; But the woman who was accompanying him was far above his station.&nbsp; Her appearance, her demeanor, her movements - she sure was extraordinary, in the same way I thought Thalia was.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 02:13:38</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Samson<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img834/8365/0pcls.jpg)</div>It wasn't often Thalia got to spend an evening off-ship, especially with good company, and she was looking forward to some drink and dancing with Santiago. Since she'd joined the crew of Man's Ruin a few months before, she'd got used to spending time around him again. They'd known each other before that, back when they'd served on the other ship. Thalia heard the crew had gone their separate directions after she left - she still kept in touch with one or two of the former crew, but she had fond memories. When she thought of Santiago, she remembered their poker games and the way they sat around sharing stories, or just talking about anything and everything. It was his friendship that she remembered most of all, and she didn't feel so alone out in the black when he was there. <br><br>Thalia thought Santiago must like the Silverlight club, because he humoured her every time she wanted to come back.. and even when she wanted to dance with him! It could be a crowded place and it was expensive to get in the door, but it was one of the most luxurious places on that whole space station, if you didn't mind the overabundance of purple decor and Thalia didn't. She liked to drag Santiago out on the dancefloor, and somehow she thought that all that bourbon they were drinking helped their dancing along. The music was core world through and through, electronic with strong vocals and an undeniably heady beat. It was loud, but she and Santiago could still hear each other. They were sitting at a table talking when he brought up his question about the 'odd couple' across the way. <br><br>It gave her reason to look the same direction he was - as subtly as you can get, before she turned back to him. The man did look rich and the woman fine, but seemingly 'out of his league'. "I think he's a man with money but he's come into it himself. A self-made man. There's a lot of riches out on the Rim if you know where to look for them. The woman.. mmm, no, I don't think she's a Companion. She knows how to carry herself, she looks after herself and she is beautiful. I would guess she's from Osiris or Londinium, but there are telltale signs of a Companion and she is missing them. She's also placing too much emphasis on her own interest or desires and not enough on the man's. In fact, I would suspect she's after his money." She looked to Santiago and smiled. "Did I ever tell you I trained to be a Companion? Oh, they taught me <em>everything</em>."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 04:01:24</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br><em>"Did I ever tell you I trained to be a Companion?"</em><br><br>Had to blink my eyes real hard because I don't think I heard her right.<br><br>"Huh?"<br><br>Thought never occurred to me.<br><br>"Huh!"<br><br>But if she was trained to... go Companioning... then that would make a lot of sense.<br><br>"Wow."<br><br>She wouldn't lie or kid about it.<br><br>It was very rarely that it happened, but I was surprised.<br><br>And it explained so gorram much.<br><br><em>"Oh, they taught me everything."</em><br><br>"Ooh, 'everything?'&nbsp; Or... <em>everything</em>?"<br><br>It was the latter that she meant.<br><br>"So, are you going to tell me about all of these <em>everythings</em>.&nbsp; Or are you going to leave me to contemplate these ideas all by lonesome?"<br><br>I hoped for yet another, as yet unnamed option.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 02:20:54</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Samson<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>Thalia's eyes lit up and she laughed softly as Santiago tried to grasp the idea she'd trained as a Companion. Big C, not little c. There was a difference. "When I say everything I mean.. <em>everything</em>." She grinned at him. "Yes I mean sex, but not just that. There's a lot more to being a Companion than being a good bed mate." <em>Let's not forget I was expelled, not that it was for lack of learning. It's amazing the places you can get thrown out of by punching someone who deserves it in the face.</em> "Some of it's of use to me now, some not so much. At least.. not right now, if you understand my meaning." She wasn't just implying sensually, but the look on her face would hint otherwise.<br><br>"If I leave you to contemplate it on your lonesome, you're only gonna do it in your bunk. Of course, you'll probably do that anyway, no matter what I tell you. So you want to know some of the things they taught us? There was dancing and weapons training - I'm good with a sword, oh and how to use my tongue with style and flair. I mean they taught us other languages," she said with a grin. "I speak four of them, but we both know that's not what you want to know about. They taught us massage for every part of the body.. but not just with our hands," she said to Santiago. "You might be surprised at how many parts of a woman's body can be used to massage a man's. We learned how to seduce and pleasure a client - whether a man or woman, in the most exquisite of ways, so our time with them would be memorable and set us apart from more common companionship.<br><br>In other words, they taught us to be what our clients wanted and to fulfil their needs in the most satisfying and blissful of ways. I never graduated but I was close. At the time, I regretted leaving - I'd been at the training house for most of my life, but I know now that the life of a Companion wasn't for me. I retain my skills of course, those I learned. Well, enough about me," she grinned, "unless you have more questions? How do you fancy some more dancing?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 04:26:36</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>"It all sounds so nice they way you describe it, Thalia.&nbsp; All hypnotic and poetic.&nbsp; Sensual and teasing.&nbsp; Promising more of something unknown.&nbsp; I think you would have made a great Companion.&nbsp; And I do want to know everything.&nbsp; Not just <em>everything</em>.&nbsp; Also, everything else."<br><br><em>About you.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"But I know some tricks, too.&nbsp; You might be surprised at how many parts of a man's body can be used to massage a woman's."<br><br>"I want to dance some more with you, but I have some questions.&nbsp; For one, what languages do you know?&nbsp; <br><br>"Actually, don't tell me.&nbsp; Just say something, anything, in another language.&nbsp; I have to guess what language it is, and what it is you're saying.&nbsp; How that be?&nbsp; Of course, we can make it interesting with a wager.&nbsp; If you have the guts, that is."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 06:00:02</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>Five Years Ago<br>Sitting in a small bar<br>Tagging - Babs<br>Location -Beaumonde <hr><br>What was the crazy man...woman. Woman, what was the crazy woman looking at? Aaron thought to himself. It looked like she was eyeing him up or maybe someone had seen her that she didn't want to talk to. Either Way Aaron didn't like the fact that she had eyed him up. Still if Aaron could use her to take attention off himself with the Alliance glancing over in their direction...<br><br>His leg kicked out the chair across from him and Aaron gestured towards it. <strong>"Can I get ya a drink?"</strong> He asked while sliding his beer over across the table to the short haired woman. In that time the two Alliance soldiers had slowly started to make their way over towards the two but stopped at an empty table and took a seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 18:46:41</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Samson (?)<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br><em>If only it had been so hypnotic and poetic, and sensual and teasing. Maybe it wouldn't have gone so horribly wrong, but the past is the past. Somehow it's easier to remember the good times and forget the bad ones, the lack of privacy and the control. There's a lot to be said for freedom.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"That's a lot you want to know. I'd be happy to tell you some things, but in return.. you have to tell me some things about you. Fair's fair, after all." A broad smile spread across her face when he turned her comment about massage around on her. "I believe you." She was so, so tempted to ask that one little question niggling at her, but she didn't. This was Santiago, and that was a question that led to showing, not telling.<br><br>"I'm always.. well, usually always game for a wager. The only thing is you might already know because I cuss in different languages. So, what do you have in mind? Does this mean you speak other languages too?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 04:15:34</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>"Been a lot of places.&nbsp; Picked up a phrase or two here and there.&nbsp; As for telling you things about me, I don't know, ain't much worth sharing.&nbsp; Was an Alliance soldier.&nbsp; Joined the Independents when they helped out my folks who got displaced from their farm by some corporations.&nbsp; Fought in some battles.&nbsp; Became friends with Brock, Samson's brother, then met Samson after Brock got killed.&nbsp; Did some merc work, using Samson to get me around.&nbsp; Met you in there somwehere.&nbsp; Then I joined his crew permanent.&nbsp; And here we are.&nbsp; But we'll have time to interview each other soon enough.<br><br>"I say we wager those nice massages we was just talking about.&nbsp; If I guess the language and meaning, I win, and I get a massage from you.&nbsp; If I don't guess right, you win, you get a massage from me.&nbsp; Now let's see how much... style and flair that tongue of yours has, Thalia."<br><br>It was a trap, that's for sure.&nbsp; I made it so that either way, something would happen between us, but only if she played along.&nbsp; I had a feeling she would have known that, but maybe she would go along with it, because she wanted it, too, and she could rationalize as her not backing down from a challenge, of being a woman of her word and delivering or accepting the consequences of the bet.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 15:46:10</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>5 years ago<br>Location - Beaumonde a small bar<br>&nbsp;tagging Aaron<br><br>Babs sort of smiled and took the drink, and a swig of it, tilting her head Aaron might catch she was an odd one. She looked so young, save for the scars that were half visible and that look in her eyes, that thousand yard stare, she was likely one of the survivors. Still the ‘girl’ appeared to have something about her. Something more than most…she was clever and tricky, and actually was unlikely to miss a trick.<br><br>Closing her eyes for but a moment Babs took a long slow breath, her fingers touched his gently as she spoke, the were long and rough yet the touch was soft almost searching, <strong>“Ya’ lookin’ fer a boy we can finish the drink and get movin’ away…”<br></strong><br><br>When close the girl spoke again but it was barely above a whisper,<em> “we are a needin’ta be leavin’ after this drink. There’s more I am thinkin’” </em>Aaron was offered another kiss,<strong> “for wot ya’ll wont that’s five…yeah…ten fa extra’s” </strong>After finishing her glass of booze Aarons hand was taken. <br><br>Babs was good, she passed for a young call boy with ease and a good deal of skill, well at least to a mostly untrained eye, even in bars like this folks tended to become blind at such matters. <strong>“Ya’ ready darlin’ “</strong> Only when outside would Babs speak fully.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 01:57:02</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago and Samson (?)<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>"I knew some of those things but others, not so much. I knew you'd fought in the war, but now it all begins to fall into place." Thalia could tell that there were a lot more detailed stories lurking beneath the surface and maybe sometime she would pry just a little more. She was curious about Santiago's time serving with the Independents, but it was often best not to bring up matters of war as too often there were memories people liked to forget. She hadn't known about Samson's brother, and she saw no reason to mention Brock unless Santiago brought the topic back around to him. As it happened, he didn't.<br><br>A teasing smile tugged at her lips as she listened to his wager. "If I agree to your wager, one way or another we're going to end up skin to skin." He must have seen the thoughtful expression on her face as she turned the idea over in her mind. Her eyes sparkled and that didn't suggest a no. At Santiago's mention of her tongue, Thalia unconsciously licked her lips. Unless she just liked to give the impression it wasn't intentional?<br><br>"I'm game.. but, I have some conditions. She inched closer to the table, and gazed playfully into Santiago's eyes. "I get to choose when I honour my side of the bet, if I win. It could be tonight or it could be in 6 weeks time, but no longer. Of course, you have to agree at the time of the massage as well. If you win, you have the same right to delay.. to a time we both agree on. Do you agree to my terms?" <br><br><hr><br>OOC: If Thalia wins, she is going to make you wait at least a month - lol, which will bring the timeframe into the current game thread. If Santiago wins, you have a right to retcon the existing thread and the massage might already have taken place at the time the game began. We can RP it if you like. How does that sound to you? And no cheating using Google Translate (even though I will be using it). You play it fair. ;)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 05:04:01</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>"Okay, Thalia, that was a lot of style and flair your tongue just showed, so here's what I think.&nbsp; First, you were speaking English.&nbsp; And, you were saying that... You're game, but you have some conditions, and you get to choose when you honor your side of the bet if you win, and it could be tonight or six weeks from now, but <em>no longer</em>.&nbsp; And, I have to.. .<em>agree</em> at the time of the massage.&nbsp; And if I win, I can do the same for a time we <em>agree</em> on, and finally, if I <em>agree</em> to your terms.<br><br>"So how'd I do.&nbsp; I got that right, yeah?&nbsp; That means I win, don't it?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 03:10:08</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>"That. You can't! Hey - wait!" <em>He can't do that, can he? No... it's up to me and I say no! But.. Santiago didn't.. he did actually say. Damnit, he did that on purpose! He defined the rules and.. he's right, but the meaning behind our agreement was that I'd speak in another language. Did he just play me there? Yes. And no. If I let him, maybe. Do I want to let him?</em> <br><br>Laughter bubbled forth from Thalia's lips, then there was a moment where she looked at him, making up her mind. He was Santiago. A friend, fellow crew. Should she? Technically, he was right but.. they both knew that wasn't what the game was supposed to be about. It was a game now? Yes. Either way, there would be a massage. She had agreed, after all, so did the specifics of their wager matter so much?<br><br>"We both know you cheated somewhat, but we both know you won." Her expression had turned more sultry, mixed with just a bit of 'caught unawares'. "I concede."&nbsp; <em>So what does this mean?</em> She sighed gently, but couldn't quite suppress her smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 19:22:35</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>I feigned shock.&nbsp; "Cheatin'?&nbsp; Cheatin'?!&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; <em>Moi?&nbsp; Au contraire, mon frère.</em>"&nbsp; I gave her a little wink.&nbsp; I didn't really know for sure what I was saying - it was just something I heard in a movie once, maybe.&nbsp; I was sure I was butchering both the meaning and the pronounce-tication, and probably even misusing it for this context or situation.&nbsp; What was a "mon frère" anyway?<br><br>"Tell you what, Thalia..."&nbsp; I took her hand in mine.&nbsp; "I don't want no hard feelings, so... how about we try that <em>again</em>.&nbsp; Double or nothing.&nbsp; If I win again, I get <em>two</em> massages, both within six weeks, but one of them has to be within a <em>month</em>.&nbsp; But if <em>you</em> win... okay, forget the 'or nothing' party... if you win, we have to give each other a massage, but since you lost this first bet, you have to give me a massage first.&nbsp; Those are my terms.&nbsp; If you still want to play this game with me, I suggest you choose your words... and their language... more carefully this time."<br><br>I finished my drink and ordered us another round while she thought about what to say next.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 18:30:18</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>lets not count them years ,end o' the war mostly<br>Location - the Valley<br>Tagging <br><br><br><strong>Don’like ‘em ‘nades and snipers sarge, they are ruttin’ everywhere.”</strong><br><br>“Come on Bab’s ma Baby gal, ya are crazy Babs that can git through anything.”<br><br><strong>“They gonna come right Suh, and don’t call me ruttin Baby gal.”<br></strong><br><br>“They will be here Sweetcheeks, soon enough… we just need some stuff…not long now just a few more days, I promise, I swear..’ I’ll do scran when yah get back just need you to get them boys out…”<br><br><br><br><strong>Right so yer gonna kill me if the ruttin’ purple bellies don’t, and kill them I am carryin’back</strong><br><br>“Darling Baby just do it, they need you to get through,”<br><br><strong>Der’t’t give me there is no one else.”</strong><br><br>Babs please..<br><br><strong>Rut ya with the big eyes. Last clip…?</strong><br><br>Last two Babs we can spare, and a few more knives. Take care…and remember… <br><br><br><em>What are your legs? <br>&nbsp;Springs. Steel springs. <br>What are they going to do? <br>Hurl me though the grime<br>How fast can you run? <br>As fast as a leopard. <br>How fast are you going to run? <br>As fast as a leopard! <br>Then let's see you do it!</em><br><br>She closed her eyes then and centred herself not even asking for cover fire, after giving herself some camouflage from the earth breathing slowly Babs kissed a charm about her neck and was off. It was like she had some in built radar but the screams still shrieked in her mind. There were deaths here after all it was war but some deaths were good and some …well they were just so slow and obscene and they all gathered with the cacophony of the gunfire and explosions. That was a choir that no one should ever hear whoever they were.<br><br><br>With her nostrils flared and ears perked almost animal like the girl waited and shook here head, the stench was worse than any farm, it was worse than rotten, death and smoke hung in the air. Crawling under a few corpses Babs grabbed another knife and some rations, thieving from the dead was what they had all come too. Still it was scran for a little longer. <br><br>Once it seemed safe, well safe for a warzone the girl was off again, she knew she was getting closer.&nbsp; There was a cry to her left and it was not in her head it was there, it was real…never leave a man behind…..never …well the night was just getting better, Babs ducked from more sniper fire, sometimes one didn’t know which side was usin’ what. Friendly fire was not that unusual, specially when yeah had them that were real scared.<br><br>She moved to the sound and found a lad not much older than herself. He was bloody and scared so she breathed deeply and tried to be calm it was obvious that he would have to be carried on the camp she was taking the message too. They might be able to help him but as it was he could not crawl. <br>So through the mud, the disease and the dead Babs with her cargo moved and dodged bullets, she spoke quietly to the man on her back, or rather the boy, trying her best to keep him awake. He told her about the lass that he had back home and his town, even as she felt his life slipping. He just needed to stay awake…<br><br>Yes of course this boy slowed her down but sure as hell even after he stopped talking she would not leave him to rot. Not here, a promise had been made that she, Babette would do her best to get this lad home or at least a message to his gal an his mam.<br><br><em>My heart has joined the millions my brother stopped running today.</em><br><br>He was dead by the time she got to the camp, but Babs had tried dammit, and at least he had a name… still there were other snow that need her to work her ‘magic’ as they called it. After delivering the messages from her own cell and anything they have received she set off to where the prisoners were needing help. As always the slip of a girl was running on her lonesome. None even mentioned the scrapes and wounds she had received. That was her way…<br><br>This was going to be far more dangerous, thus her mind needed to be calm, she focused once more and set off.&nbsp; She was gone and the only petals she could leave was bloody ones.<br><br>Willy McBride would be remembered at least in her mind and soul. <br><br>Yes she was ruttin' crazy<br><br><em> More to follow[i/]<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 03:05:51</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>"Now I know not to choose French," Thalia said with a soft grin. She hung back at the table, thinking over Santiago's proposition while he bought them another round of drinks. She'd already made up her mind, really. <em>Double or nothing. He's taking this gamble seriously!</em> When he returned, she had a much more coy expression than she had before. All that time to think! The truth was, Thalia had very little shyness, especially when it came to matters of massage. She'd spent years training in it.<br><br>She rubbed her hands together, took a sample sip of drink, then set the glass down. She looked him directly in the eye as she said:<br><br>"Se si vuole vincere, bisogna capire cosa sto dicendo e insultarmi in cinese. Altrimenti vinco."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 03:37:47</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>Didn't expect to win.&nbsp; I would have been more than content to be obliged to trade mutual massages with Thalia.&nbsp; I thought maybe she was giving me an easy one.<br><br>Now, when I say I've been a lot of places and picked up a phrase or two here and there, it was true.&nbsp; And it was almost always because I met a member of the fairer sex that taught me so.<br><br>Truth be told, I could not say for sure what Thalia was saying to me.&nbsp; But I did recognize the sound of Italian, especially the way she spoke it.&nbsp; There was something very sensual and earthy to the way she talked at me.&nbsp; But there was one fragment that stood out - <em>"insultarme in cinese."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Pretty gorram close to "insult me in Chinese."<br><br>I responded to that part alone.&nbsp; "Chwee Ni Duh, Meh Lien Duh Jya Jee."&nbsp; <br><br><em>Screw you, you shameless hussy.</em><br><br>I widened my eyes at her, barely containing a smile as I sipped my own drink, yet still trying to read her to determine if I won our bet or not.<br><br>"For what's it's worth, you sure do use that tongue real good."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 01:44:27</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>Thalia laughed, and then she laughed some more. She couldn't help it. "Hey, I resemble that remark!"<br><br>She took a sip of her own drink, dragging out the wait until she decided she'd left him hanging long enough. "That was a winning answer." She wondered what she'd just let herself in for. Half the adventure was in finding out.<br><br>"Thank you for complimenting my tongue's wicked skillz..at pronouncing languages, obviously." Was it getting warm in here? It must be the drink. "So I guess that means I owe you two massages, Santiago." She sipped her drink and smiled. "Our little secret?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 02:25:56</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub<br><hr><br>She liked to draw moments out.&nbsp; Keep up the suspense.&nbsp; I liked that about her.<br><br>"I was actually hoping to proclaim it all loud and proud-like in front of everyone in this here club."<br><br>I smiled, then took a deep breath as if I was going to scream out.<br><br>But I didn't.<br><br>Instead I sat right next to her so we was thigh to thigh.&nbsp; I put my arm around her, then leaned in so my mouth was right by her ear.&nbsp; Done it slow too.&nbsp; To draw out the moments.&nbsp; She could tease.&nbsp; I could tease back.&nbsp; But now was not the time.<br><br>"There's going to be trouble.&nbsp; We have to get out of here now.&nbsp; Follow me to the exit, then I'll cover you.&nbsp; Gorram, you smell nice."<br><br>I pulled away and stood up, then headed to a back exit I had noticed and checked out earlier.<br><br>Already, the fists was starting to fly between one group of core world-ers and another of Browncoats.&nbsp; I would have liked to step into that one my own self, but keeping Thalia safe was my priority.<br><br>She was gonna give me a massage.&nbsp; <br><br>Two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>With her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 03:51:34</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>Thalia was tempted to ask, 'so how are we gonna go about this?' but the words never quite found their way to her lips. Santiago liked to draw out the suspense, that was for sure. She was cool and calm, and collected though, at least on the surface. She looked at him, not shy but not exactly bold either. Conspiratorial - that was it, as he sat down beside her and put his arm around her. She wasn't expecting what he told her next - about the fight. They were behind her, as in she was sitting, facing away from them, so this was news to her. She'd been expecting him to whisper something else. Something.. interesting in a different way.<br><br>"What?" she asked, catching on quickly that she should leave, as he suggested. It wasn't her fight and she didn't want to end up caught up in it. Thalia gave him a long-suffering look (only she wasn't really), when he said she smelled nice. The compliment wasn't lost on her, though the thought of other patrons throwing punches was somewhat more significant at that moment.<br><br>She watched as Santiago strode ahead. One man aimed a punch at him, but he was flattened by a rugged sort before it connected. Thalia darted through the crowd after Santiago. The exit was clear and soon they were outside on the.. it wasn't exactly a street. It was the entertainment level of the station, good old Mariner's Gate.<br><br>"Are you alright?" she asked, though it wasn't really necessary, as Santiago had made it out unscathed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 22:51:36</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Outside <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub, in the entertainment level<br><hr><br><em>"Are you alright?</em><br><br>Maybe it was the adrenaline rush.&nbsp; It seemed to kick in when there was trouble.&nbsp; I felt more alert, more aware of my surroundings.&nbsp; Also, everything was moving in slow motion.&nbsp; Felt stronger, faster, and pain didn't bother me none.<br><br>The dulled sensation was why I didn't notice the new cut in my suit jacket and the slash on my skin at first.&nbsp; But then I noticed as soon as Thalia asked her question and I gave my self a once over.<br><br>"Just got this suit, too.&nbsp; For this very occasion, even."<br><br>I flexed my arm a bit which opened the fabric on my upper arm.&nbsp; It opened up the wound a bit too, and with my heart-a-pounding the way it was, more from Thalia than from the danger, the blood was very slowly getting absorbed by the arm of my outfit.<br><br>"Gorramnit.&nbsp; Not only did someone slice my sleeve open, they made me bleed all over it, too."<br><br>It was kind of bad.&nbsp; Knew for sure I was gonna need stitches.<br><br>"I can clean the blood off the suit.&nbsp; But I can't sew worth a lick.&nbsp; You any good with a needle and thread, Thalia?"<br><br>I wondered how bad a scar it was going to be.&nbsp; Maybe it would match the one I had on my other arm.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 02:27:25</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>"I didn't see them cut you," she said, moving to put pressure on Santiago's wound with his own rolled back sleeve. <br><br>Thalia was shocked that they'd cut into Santiago's arm without warning or a threat. At this rate, someone was going to get killed in that club. "Hold this on it. It should keep you from bleeding so much. We could go to the station med facility but the ship's just as close.. and better equipped. "I used to work there. I know. Let's just.. we should tell security on the way."<br><br>She ushered him toward the ship. Three security guards passed them, rushing in Silverlight's direction, before they even reached the guard post. It seemed they already knew there was trouble going on in there. It was only then that Thalia answered Santiago's other questions. "Yeah, I can sew. You. Don't worry about the jacket. It's a dark colour, no one will notice when you're not dripping blood on the floor."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 02:45:34</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Outside <em>Silverlight<em> nightclub, in the entertainment levell; Man's Ruin</em> medical bay<br></em><hr><br>"I didn't see them cut me neither."<br><br>She put pressure on the wound and made it look like she was holding my arm all lady-like.&nbsp; Felt nice to be escorting as fine a woman as Thalia by my side.<br><br>Back on the ship, we headed straight toward the medical bay.&nbsp; Her back was to me, pulling out what she needed from the drawers and cabinets.&nbsp; <br><br>I turned away from her as I took off the jacket of my suit.&nbsp; Figured I might as well get my shirt off, too.<br><br>I sat my own self down on the central bed and eyed her up and down from behind.&nbsp; <br><br>She sure did look nice in that there.. .cheongsam, I think she called it... a nice cream colored front with all them pretty flowers in a pattern that somehow accentuated her breasts while still completely concealing them.&nbsp; My favorite part were them purple slits that ran up then toned legs and wide hips and narrow waist.&nbsp; <br><br>I usually got to see them when we was dancing - I do love watching Thalia dance, which is why I let her drag me to places like <em>Silverlight</em> - but I was getting a good look at her in the infirmary, the way she was shuffling and spinning around, reaching up high and bending down low.<br><br>Made me wonder if she was a-flirting with me, and whether it was intentional or subconscious.<br><br>Eventually, she turned around to face me.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Santiago without a shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Rudy_reyes.jpg)<br></div></div><br><br>"How do I look, Thalia?"<br><br>My eyes focused on my arm.<br><br>"Do I look bad?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 16:59:04</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>"It's not massage time yet," she said with a playful smile as she grabbed his arm and pulled it closer to study his wound. "I've got to keep work and play separate, Santiago." She tilted her head to gaze up at him. The way he was looking at her, it felt intense and did not help her concentration on fixing his wound. That was for sure.<br><br>Thalia breathed, then dipped some cotton wool into a tray of water and dabbed at his wound. This was why she was on board. To fix injuries like this. His questions lay unanswered, but she did answer them. "You look fine." She could tell he was doing this to her on purpose. He knew he looked good without that shirt. "It's a big cut but not that deep. You'd have noticed it sooner if it was. I can stitch it but I don't think it's necessary, in my professional.. opinion. If I do then you may have less of a scar, but I think you can get away without it. You'll just have to try and keep it.. still.. for a while."<br><br>Goddamnit, now she was blushing. "What I mean is, that's exactly what I mean. Just take it easy for a while and it will heal." She dabbed at the wound some more and gave him an innocent smile, whilst trying not to stain her dress. So far, so good.<br><br>"Shall I just patch it up? It is your choice."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 02:45:13</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Man's Ruin[/i] medical bay<br><hr><br>"Ain't much for staying still or taking it easy, Thalia, so might as well get some stitches on me."<br><br>I waited a tick before continuing.<br><br>"Besides, no sense in depriving you of getting your hands on me.&nbsp; And it won't even cost you a massage."<br><br>I smiled and lay my head back, and presented my arm to her to work her magic.<br><br>I watched her as she done her thing, all efficient and professional like, and it was somehow such a soothing experience that I fell asleep right on that there table.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 03:01:38</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>Thalia numbed the area first. Nothing that would affect Santiago's judgment, then stitched up the wound just as he asked. She wasn't bad at sewing, all things considered. She was surprised to see Santiago slip off to sleep. It was as good a sign as any that she wasn't causing him any pain.. or that he found it relaxing, which probably wasn't the case. <br><br>Some time passed...<br><br>She gave his shoulder a tap, then more of a push to wake him. Thalia obviously found this amusing for some reason. "You can wake up now. I'm done." The wound on Santiago's arm was covered by a light bandage, so he wouldn't get to see her handiwork for a while. She'd already set aside the trays and tidied up the med bay. He must've been out for a while.<br><br>"Be careful with it or you'll tug on the stitches in ways stitches oughtn't be tugged on." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 03:21:49</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> space station<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Man's Ruin[/i] medical bay<br><hr><br>It was probably on the third or fourth shove that I woke up.&nbsp; Found I was a pretty light sleeper, usually.&nbsp; Sleeping with one eye open.&nbsp; But in that infirmary, in Thalis presence, being cared for, not having to worry, I felt very much at peace.&nbsp; I felt like I was sleeping for hours, I felt so relaxed.&nbsp; Only gunfire or explosions could have roused me.&nbsp; That or Thalia's touch.<br><br>"Right.&nbsp; No tugging."&nbsp; <br><br>I yawned.&nbsp; So gorram sleepy still.<br><br>"Gonna head to my bunk.&nbsp; Thanks for patching me, Thalia.&nbsp; I lifted my chest off the bed and turned my hips so I was sitting for a moment, then got on my own two feet.<br><br>"Thanks a lot."<br><br>I wrapped my big arms around her and held her tight.&nbsp; She smelled so nice, all fruity and flowery like.<br><br>I let her go and took my suit, then headed on out.&nbsp; At the doorway, I turned around.<br><br>"Any word on Sam-, never mind, I hear him coming back on board.&nbsp; Gonna talk at him a bit, see how things went down.&nbsp; Ya need me, I'll be in my bunk.&nbsp; Night, Thalia."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Prologue - Man's Ruin &amp; Character Stories)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 03:33:08</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>One month ago<br><em>Mariner's Gate</em> Space Station<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Location - <em>Silverlight</em> nightclub <br><br><hr><br>Thalia was surprised. Santiago wasn't going to call in his favour of a massage? But then he'd just been slashed, fallen asleep and maybe he was tired or needed some recuperation time.<br><br>"I don't know if he's back, actually. Goodnight," she murmured, then went to her own quarters for the night.<br>
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