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Oct. 22nd, 2005

coffee squirrel


Game Point

Qin is still off ship and the cargo Brody arranged for you to transport is just being loaded onto the bay when an older man approaches the ship. His face is lined and you can see the smears of dirt where he made some attempt to clean himself off before coming up to the Tempest. His clothes are worn, patched over in places and a large darn holds together a spot where a pocket should have been. A workman's cap is crushed between his hands, the fabric soft from age and twisted as he wrings his fingers around it.

"Pardon me." His voice cracks, it is one that has long been used to yelling over the din of a crowd. "I'm looking for yer captain. I'ves gots a job that I'm hoping you'd be doing on your way out. Nothing to fancy but we'll pay dear for it."

He will tell you that he is one of about a hundred and fifty parents of Browncoat soldiers who lost their lives at Serenity. For the past six years, they've been unable to get enough monies together to visit the Valley of the Graves. Passage to and from to a planet is too dear for that many poor people but they've all banded together over the last few years to save up enough money to erect a monument to their children. They were wondering if you could be contracted to stop at Hera and drop it off at Serenity Valley, as a way for them to pay tribute to the men and women they raised and who died fighting for the Independents.

They are willing to pay you. It's not charity that they're looking for. They had hopes that your ship, a known Browncoat sympathizer would be willing to take the job. Other transport companies will not for fear of being aligned with what is considered a subversive force, a collection of grieving parents who want to do right by their dead children. They have a contact name for you if you are willing to take the job. The monument is a very large piece of carved granite with their children's names on it and symbols representing the districts of the East Docks that they came from. They are willing to pay 1000 credits to get it delivered.

Will you take the job in addition to the one you have going to Haven?

talk amongst yourselves for the next three weeks. of course the captain has the final say. please direct all replies to the yahoo group although you can comment here if you like.


10/21/2518 Beaumonde

It’s a good thing that I’m not in it for the money, because there’s never much left from the runs that we’ve been getting these last few months. I’ve got barely enough left over after buying fuel, parts and food to have any creds left over for myself. Good thing I ain’t got needs to spend much on me. It would be nice to be able to get a hair cut once in awhile though. I am in bad need of one, not that I care too much about what I look like.

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Oct. 14th, 2005



Back into the Black

She never had been much to look at, not back ten or twelve years ago neither when I’d sit with my step-father Roger and help him pilot Tempest through the Black. Now after being grounded for the length of the Unification War, she looked even worse. Her hull was pitted and stained; the paint that had once proudly displayed her name had faded to almost nothing. It was so much like what had happened to all of us with the coming of the Alliance. We all went about our regular lives and such, but we’d lost all our color. We was all just pale shadows of who we all once were. Even the most colorful folk of Persephone were cast in shades of gray now when I walked past.

Well, limped a bit if the truth be told. The Alliance doctors had done their best to patch me up after that grenade had caught me, but they didn’t much care if they did the job right. I was one of the enemy after all. No sense in wasting good medical care on a Browncoat when there was so many good Alliance troops needing their tender care.

But now, after years of war and years of crewing for other folk to get the credit I needed to get her out of dry dock, I was ready to get Tempest back into the Black. I’d had enough of being on other people’s boats and taking orders that I wasn’t given. I was just tired of wondering who was watching me all the time too. Every time you walked into a bar or shop, the Cor-Vue screens would flash sending you messages while recording who you were, who you’d been and what you were gorram up to at that moment too. It were a wonder that they weren’t reading our minds as we went about our lives, but even the Alliance had to be getting bored with the dealings out here on the Rim.

Four years of busting my ass after I could remember my name and walk for more than a mile, and I was back to claim what was mine. “Here’s your pay, Badger,” I said dumping the bag of good coins on the table in front of the man who was so much more a weasel that the badger moniker he’d given himself. “All the back docking fees that you covered for me to keep Tempest in my hands. All nice and shiny for you too.”

“Well luv, that is kind o’ you, and I do ‘ope this ain’t the end of our working relationship.” He smiled at me like he was wondering what I tasted like with ketchup. When it came to dealing with guys like Badger I was ruttin’ happy that I weren’t pretty, and if he could see the scars beneath my clothes, he’d never be looking at me like he did his whores and floozies. “I might be willin’ to offer you a job now an agin.”

“Badger,” I said leaning back in the wobbly chair in his “office” and smiled back. “I’m sure we’ll be workin’ together in the future. Once I get her into the Black anyway. But that might be takin’ a bit. But I do appreciate y’all thinkin’ of me and my boat.”

I hit the control button that opened the big loading ramp on my Firefly, and cringed at the sound of the gears grating and the squeak of dry hydraulics. “Come on girl,” I said slapping her on the side as I ambled up the ramp. “Don’t make a liar out of me. We’ve got sky to touch.”

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