Introduction
A Serenity/Firefly RP
Sanguine
Adjective
1. Cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident:
2. Bloody
Caifu
Chinese for Wealth
Composed of the characters Cai 财 (Money) and Fu 富 (Riches)
Able and Ready Ship Hands Required Immediately
Adventerous, bold, and capable hands needed for work on a first-class Blockade runner, the Qi. Employment to begin immediately, with no qualifications of background checks required.
Looking to start your adventures in the mysterious Black? This is an excellent chance for excited newcomers to gain experience working on a ship.
Find Captain Ju in Xhava's Shipyard, where the Qi is undergoing regular tune-ups.
Pay is negotiable based on performance and will be a share of ship’s profits in order to encourage mutual interest in the success of our ventures.
Safety and pay not guaranteed.
富 Fu Ju Min
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"It's a port city miss Fu. If you can't find a crew here then you can't find one anywhere." Xhava stepped out of the shadows underneat the Qi, her small height clearly a boon in her business. Ju was never sure if Xhava had chosen to be a ship's mechanic because of her height, or if the universe had simply blessed the woman with her wide, short frame and a knack for engines. There was a smear of oil on Xhava's face, right above her dark blue eyes, where she had tried to brush away a lock of her red hair.
"Not that I'd blame them for avoiding you if you keep talking like that. I hope you didn't put 'Come join my pity party for a one-way ticket to mopesville' on them posters, miss Ju." Xhava's voice was gentle and joking, accented in a way that reminded Ju of rye whiskey and dust. "Look, I understand that you don't want to talk about what happened. Fair enough. But you're not gonna get out of whatever shit you're in by sitting on your ass and bitching about it."
"No, I'm gonna get out of it by paying you through the nose, right?" Ju smirked and followed Xhava without so much as an indication from the stout woman. She'd been here enough times to know the drill. The service wasn't cheap, but she needed it now more than ever. Xhava was hands-down the best at keeping the Qi's engine in order and no one could pick up tracking bugs like her. And right now, Ju needed that kind of skill.
"Gǎnxiè yīqiè..." Ju said, briefly contemplating hugging the woman before she thought better of it. She turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and foreboding, wearing a helmet that sent shivers down her spine. Alliance Intelligence. She knew that uniform well. Tai Hong had introduced her to a few Operatives. She couldn't tell what made her skin crawl more, remembering Tai, or this man showing up where she was unannounced. She swore quietly and turned to the man.
"Can I help you?" Xhava piped up, stepping between Ju and the Operative. "I was just about to close the shop for lunch, so if you have business you'd best hear it now."
The Operative tilted his head down slightly to peer at the somewhat short mechanic standing before him; it was unusual to see someone who wasn't showing any telltale signs of fear in his presence. When one put on the uniform of the Alliance Clandestine Operations Department, they had to shoulder the blame and fear that resulted from so many years of horrific acts.
This Operative, however, shouldered those no more.
"I wish to speak with Captain Ju. Pressing matters." The Operative's helmet had a vocoder built in to modify his voice to that of a flat, mechanical tone, both to hide the identity behind the soulless mask and to make him seem even more inhuman.
The mechanic nodded, and to the mild amusement of the Operative, the briefest paleness appeared on her face. This woman, who had been so fearless before, was now concerned for her friend. Alliance Operatives were trained to notice and understand these tiny signs; were this Operative still working for ACOD, this would be a tool for extortion. Luckily enough, he was not.
The Operative turned towards Captain Ju, who was eyeing him with concern, and indicated for her to follow him out of a nearby doorway; he noted that a ship was parked nearby. Most probably hers.
When they were out of earshot of any bystanders, most of which knew better than to interfere in Alliance business anyways, the Operative turned back to face the Captain.
"Captain Ju. I require your assistance."
"And what assistance can I offer you, Operative?" She asked, her voice tense and measured. This certainly wasn't how she planned to go down. She'd has visions of when the Alliance was going to come take her down. There was supposed to be more than one dude, at least ten. If she'd been honest she was hoping to have gone down in a space chase, maybe ram the Qi into one of the ships chasing her. But one dude in a dingy shipyard? That was so much less epic than she'd wanted.
The Operative noticed Captain Ju's hand slowly sliding towards a holster at her hip, but made little comment. He certainly hoped she wouldn't try anything less than sensible, but you never knew. Then again, if intelligence suggested she was the best blockade runner this side of known space, she would certainly have to be held to a higher standard.
"I require passage."
The words were simple enough, but it was the person delivering it which was sure to raise eyebrows. An Alliance Operative, asking to travel on the ship of some random captain in the middle of nowhere? Yet this Operative cared little for appearances; he simply needed an escape.
“Fixed...” Donny lets slip, the kiosk was being unresponsive, and playing hard to get. Finally though, his endeavor was at it's end, or so he believed. At least he didn't have to worry about 'card' problems again, and even then he hoped he didn't seem like the thuggish type.
“Space spiders...?” He recalls the Captain mentioning them, it caught his ears, but he didn't pay much attention to it; he simply assumed she kept pet spiders of the space variety somewhere aboard the ship.
Fortunately, the trek from Xhava's to the kiosk was relatively short a skip there, and a sudden dead leg here showed Donny back to the shipyard. His pace slowed to a drudge as he neared the door to Xhava's side office. It was lunchtime, or just about; however, all that bothered him didn't arise until he was about to enter, “I better not be getting my fuckin' hopes up for nothin...” He gripes to himself before entering the office, “Xhava? I'm back.” He called out, only to see the female mechanical genius pale as a ghost.
A shiver trickled down his back, anything that could make the color fade from this tough woman's face definitely meant he should be cautious. “Xhava wha-” About to concern himself with the matter, the not so ladylike lady quiets him with a 'Shush'. Instead of protesting he just stood there, wondering where the Captain was. The whole situation made him nervously play with the card he had gone through so much trouble to change, just for this opportunity. Negative thoughts raced through his mind, all of which too fast to truly ponder on.
Xhava turned to the young man, “Sorry about that, Kid. Just some hairy business is going down. You fix your information card?” Donny nods, “Good. If you want, just sit down for a bit. She shouldn't be too long.” Another nod. Sit down, he questions inwardly, sit down and go insane you mean? He simply does as he's told. The heat of the office wears at him, combined with the fact that everything seems so odd and the bad feeling he has in his gut. Just so much shit.
"Now you two are the only ones here so far, so get introduced while we see if anyone who can actually help me pilot this rig is going to show up." Ju leaned against the doorway, looking outside to see if anyone was coming down the street for her. Passengers were fine, but she needed a crew. Tai had supplied the majority of her crew so now she needed a whole new crew. She'd barely been able to get the Qi here by herself, she was not a pilot, not an engineer and she was far from being both at the same time.
Charles raised an eyebrow at the mention of the spiders. He had, of course, encountered less-than-friendly animals in the course of his former work, but none on the ship he was going to be residing on. Only a mild concern, however; how bad could space spiders be? He had no idea.
Noticing the young man standing nearby, giving him a look as any rational-minded person seeing an unmasked Alliance Operative would, Charles strode over, the faintest hints of a smirk touching the corners of his mouth. Depositing his dismounted mask on a nearby table, he extended a hand for a handshake.
"To everyone else, I am Agent Monolith. To you and the Captain, just Charles." Fine, so the greeting was a bit cryptic; but even when unmasked, that was the appearance Charles preffered. Drawing the line between fear and trust was the best way to acquire information, for everyone would bend to one or the other. It was something that had been drilled in since day one; by now a natural thought process.
Over the course of a few minutes this thought clouded his mind, and made him shift awkwardly in his seat; it honestly made him look like he had to pee. To hopefully calm his mannerisms altogether he swiped a magazine from a nearby stand and began to flip through it. Contained within it were a whole bunch of different diagrams for new ships, with insanely costly prices for materials and complete blueprints listed. His plan worked, as his mind veered from it's previous dilemma to a griping about how impossible some of the expenses were to keep a ship maintained.
“Oi. Xhava?” He pipes up, looking over to the mechanic, “Since the Captain needs an engineer, and...We're in short supply currently, are there things you can show me in a short time that might make me a little bit more of what the Qi needs?”[/color] Truth was he doubted he'd have the grease monkey attitude, and he knew for a fact he had no natural talent when it came to anything mechanical; in the end though, if it made him less useless he'd suffer through until he was a mechanical genius. No matter how long it took.
Xhava mulled it over in her head for a bit, obviously there wasn't much she could show him, what with such an uncertain time allotted for the Qi being docked, “Ah. What the hell? Come on, Kid. I'll show you the basics, s'all we probably have time for anyways.” The lady mechanic was already headed towards her workstation, with Donny about to follow, “Captain, Charles; if you need me I'll be busy...Doing...That stuff...” He had no idea what he was going to be doing until the proving time.
"I've had the Qi swept for bugs by a few different people, including myself." She explained, her eyes still fixed out on the street. "But I have...reason to suspect that there might be highly sophisticated bugs, specifically Alliance Intelligence bugs." She looked at him, her face steely. "So I'll admit it's a little convenient that an Alliance Intelligence Officer shows up asking for nothing more than passage." Her grey eyes flashed as she looked Monolith up and down. She wasn't about to spill something like this to Donny, but she needed to be sure that Charles knew. He probably knew most of this already. Alliance intelligence was supposed to know about these things before they happened. And based on the number of soldiers that had been waiting for her, a lot of people had known about this.
"But if you're really Alliance Intel, I suspect you already know about that. I'd bet you've all heard about Wu Tai Hong, yeah? Niáng thought he'd secure a cushy position by bringing down a smuggling ring run by a powerful family's daughter." She stepped over to Monolith, each footfall kicking up a bit of dust as she closed the distance between them. She didn't stop until she was barely a foot away from him, her eyes still locked on him. "But he made a mistake. He didn't expect a delicate, spoiled little rich girl to bloody her hands to get away from him. He was wrong." For a brief second her eyes flickered away from his, the tiniest flicker of pain flashing on her face before returning to her cold, hard stare.
"So I want to be clear, Charles. I am not bluffing. I'm not boasting, and I'm not posturing." She took a step back, releasing the tension in the room. She turned on her heel and returned to the doorway without another word.
Charles frowned but said nothing. He knew very well how dangerous rich girls could be; he had had to shoot one himself but a few years ago when she tried to play rebel by sending out less-than-public information to her insurrectionist lover. It was a job done like any other: quickly and without fuss, made to look like a mugging gone wrong. Still, she had put up a significant fight and made sure to at least bloody Charles's boots before she finally went down, two MagSnub rounds in her chest.
"You can be assured that there are no bugs on your ship." Charles pulled out his PDA and pressed a few buttons once more, changing the display to that of lines and lines of text, and twisted it to be visible to Ju.
"You don't really think I would attempt to escape without first downloading as much of the data on the servers as possible? Contained within this PDA is a record of every single bugged ship this side of the galaxy. Your dear Qi is not on it. If your ship is bugged, it is not by ACOD."
Charles put his PDA back into his coat and crossed his arms, frowning.
"The Qi has both, in case you're wondering. She uses her hydrogen-burning reaction drive when she's within orbit of a planet, but she can cross some great distances with her pulse drive. Damn nice pulse drive on her too, can break 10 G's if you know how to push her juuuust right. It's a modified Grav drive obviously, but since her reaction drive can be used outside of atmo, gives her a decent ability to maneuver in The Black.
"The real gold on the Qi? She has a second, regular Grav drive on her. Shut down her Pulse drive, flip on the Grav, little nudge from the thrusters and this girl can turn on a dime. Most ships, you get'em in The Black, point 'em in the right direction, flick on the Pulse and go. But the Qi's a military-grade model, costs something dear to get two drives on a ship, least of all two drives that won't weigh her down too much." Xhava paused and glanced back at Donny, looking him up and down for the first time. If his face hadn't given it away, those clean shoes and that neat little bag on his shoulder would have done the deed for him. This kid had no idea what she was talking about.
"Shit boy, don't let me get off on a tangent like that. I'll spend days telling you nothing you can use. Sure you'd know how to push a military engine past the 80% power-limit most people don't know they have, but you wouldn't even know how to refuel the damn thing." Xhava shook her head and lead the boy over to a few large, pressurized canisters. "This here's gonna be the fuel for most of the reaction drives, If Ju Min starts calling her the Qi-Gu, you should probably get another one of these pulled out. They'll be near--well--they'll be in the Weapon's locker if I know Ju Min at all."
"The ship's other processes run off good-ol fusion drives, the Qi's well-stocked for that so you shouldn't have to worry. If something goes wrong with the fusion drive, best to just bend over and kiss your ass good-bye." Xhava laughed heartily. Fusion-drives were a fact of life, they powered just about everything anyone had. They were so stable that meltdowns were as far in the past as Earth-That-Was.
"Fundamentally though, your best bet is to just pay attention. Listen to the engines, each one's going to sound different,
and each one's going to purr when she hits her stride. Listen to those sounds and learn them well. If there's something wrong, you'll hear it just as soon or sooner than you'll feel it. Keep your eyes on her engine too, loose screws, leaking fluids, they're just as bad on a ship as they are on a man." Xhava peppered in a few more chuckles there, her eyes sparkling as she went on. Engines were clearly her passion, explaining them to this kid was just a chance to rifle through her own vast knowledge on the ships. It didn't hurt that the Qi was one of the nicest ships she'd ever been able to get her hands on.
"Now then, you wanna see how to take the Qi up to her real speed?" She grinned widely, clearly eager to teach the kid one of her favorite little tricks. Military engines had their own little quirks to keep them under-performing when they were given to Civvies. But if you knew how to work around those blocks, well, that's what kept her in business.
OOC: Ack, so many words... that's what I get for reading the book while I'm writing this. Apologies for the horrifying exposition dump.
"I don't know whether to be glad he's that stupid, or angry that I was fooled by someone that stupid." She sighed and relaxed against the doorframe. "He would do it too. He was so sure. He was so completely certain that I'd wilt." Her shoulders began to shake, then her whole torso started quivering. Then the soft sound of her laughter began to emerge from her lips.
"He was so sure, he--he hid one of the bugs in a little teddy-bear he gave me." She threw her head back, running a hand through her hair. "Shiiiit, is it really that simple?" She shook her head. She wasn't sure if she could believe all of it, but it felt good to let that tension off her chest for a bit. If he was going to kill her he'd have done it by now, if this was a con, it was going to be a long one, and she'd gotten out of one of those already. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.
Carles listened to Ju's exposition and gave a curt nod at the end. "When we get to the...", he trailed off, making sure no one else was around, and then continued. "...station, it should have some rather powerful processing machinery aboard. If you give me any bugs you find, I can wire them up to the computers and trace them back to their receiever. We'll be able to find where your trackers are and even disable their bugs remotely."
Charles shifted slightly, a rare smile touching his face. "Is that adequate payment?"
"So is this just an 'off this rock' sort of trip; or am I taking you somewhere specific? " She'd had both types of fares, some people just needed to go anywhere with a long enough signal delay that they'd have a chance to escape. Neither would be a problem, really, she didn't have any new jobs lined up for the Qi, and any of her old contacts were suspect now, so it wasn't like she had any specific destination she was going to.
With business returning, the smile dropped off of Charles's face as quickly as it had appeared.
"I will report on that in orbit. Besides, it almost certainly is of little consequence until we've scavenged the station."
"Understood." She replied and glanced out into the shipyard. Xhava was busily ranting away to Donny, poor boy hadn't realized what he was getting into when he asked her for 'the basics'. The difference in atmo and vacuum performance for various forms of reaction drives was basic to Xhava.
"So did you still want that tour?"
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Charles nodded, reaching to clamp on his mask again. He did not desire for anyone outside the room of the shipyard to see him, otherwise attention would certainly be drawn.
Hearing the solid click and sigh of pressure adjustement, as well as a screen popping up with streams of information, was a comfortable sensation. Inside this helmet, he was Monolith; a massive, imposing figure which struck fear into all. The mask alone was a symbol of power, of an instillment of fear. And as he knew very well, fear, above all else, razed great empires like no other weapon ever could.
The mechanical voice was yet another comfort as he spoke. "That would be desireable. I may be a former Operative, but to this day I am one who has remained firmly grounded."
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Zasha Venediktov took a deep breath as she walked up to the ship, holding everything she owned in two packs. One, on her back, carried her personal items, and the second bigger bag she carried in her right hand held her tool box and all kinds of spare parts she'd picked up in her journeys. Even if they didn't fit the ship perfectly, most of them could be used to jerry-rig something until the proper part was found. Any time she had a bit of extra money and a good market, she picked up a thing or two, in faith that she would eventually have a place for it. Her brown leather pants and tall boots were good for resisting wear and tear, but in the heat she'd taken off the matching leather jacket to reveal a white tank top. She had overalls in her bag for when she actually had to get into the engine and get dirty, but otherwise she liked to present a tough front, and baggy overalls made her look even smaller and cuter than she was, not a good first impression for a new captain. Her guns were worn on her thighs, just to ensure that no one in this place thought that her size made her defenseless.
Her last job had lasted a record length for her, over a year, but as usual something had gone wrong. The Alliance hadn't broken up the crew, nothing so dangerous, but personality conflicts and the lack of paying jobs had driven everyone apart. She wasn't too worried about finding a job, usually someone wanted an engineer, but not everyone would hire a girl who looked like space could break her. Besides, she was getting uneasy about being planetbound, it'd been a week since she'd landed from her last job, and it wasn't as if she had a bunch of money in a bank somewhere to keep her going. No, she needed a job, and even if it didn't pay much beyond food and board it could keep her learning and moving around the 'Verse. She'd heard this ship was hiring, and hadn't heard much bad about its Captain--or much information at all, really--so it was worth a shot.
"Excuse me," she said in a faint Russian accent. "Is this ship looking for an engineer? I heard you might be hiring on a new crew."
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Artificial gravity had made the transition much easier for new fliers, but there was always that one person whose body reacted badly to the artificial gravity. Apparently there was some sort of minor difference somewhere in the inner ear that could pick up on the artificial-ness and would send the body into a panic. The last medic she'd known explained that it was an attempt by the body to purge possible poisons or hallucinogens, which the dry-heaving passenger had found humorous, in between retches.
She chuckled to herself at the memory, stopping as a soft voice tinted with the weight and smoothness of a Russian accent. She turned to see a svelte girl with long, dark hair. Ju's eye quickly picked up the girl's guns strapped to her thighs. An interesting choice, to display arms so outwardly. Whoever this girl is, she had some steel to her, even if it was just the stuff on her legs. More interesting to Ju Min though, was what the girl was asking. An actual engineer. Someone who was qualified to work with the Qi's engines who would stay on the ship. The ship deserved such attention, but she'd never been able to give it that.
Just how desperate was this girl that she was willing to take on a job like this?
"We're hiring alright. And an engineer would be damn appreciated. You're interested?"
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And, if she stayed planetbound too long, the odds went up that someone would find her that she'd rather not see. As well as the unfortunate fact that most ships would only hire girls her age for assistants, or worse, and very few would chance giving her the position as main engineer. If this Captain was willing to give her that power, she'd stick around. If not, it would just be another temporary stop as she worked her way up to the big ships with better money. Money wasn't everything, but it did come in handy, especially if you had to hide from the Alliance double quick.
"I'm a good engineer, and even though I look young I've been doing this for years," she said urgently as her blue-grey eyes looked into the Captain's. "I don't cause trouble as long as no one gives me any, and I'm good in a fight. If you're looking for someone to have main responsibility for your engines and mechanics, I'm the engineer for you."
The setting changes from The Black, The 'Verse, Firefly and Serenity to Xhava's Shipyard
Were he not wearing the helmet, the normally composed Operative would have spoken in an embarrassed tone. "Oh, yes, I have been on ships before... I'm just not very good with-"
He paused as he noticed the woman who had just walked up to engage the Captain in conversation, ignoring him entirely. She appeared to be an engineer interested in working on the ship; did the Captain really have such an understaffed ship?
As they talked on, another man appeared, also requesting employment, though as a pilot. This one eyed Monolith, as he outwardly appeared, with marked suspicion, but he waved it down.
"I am simply a traveler. Have no concern about the attire."
"We'll be heading out as soon as the medic gets here." She assured her. "I thought I'd have to take on the engines, which I'm not great with, so it's good you showed up." She turned to see Montgomery eying Monolith with suspicious eyes. Her eyes lit up briefly with a hint of mischief.
"I don't think we have any problems, Monty, this is Monolith. We'll be taking the helmet off once we hit the skies." She grinned wickedly, enjoying the feelings not only of having a crew again, but watching the two Alliance run-aways rubbing up against each other. Yes, this was lucky indeed, two Alliance fugitives might weigh in her favor if she had the need. And yet, the doubt tickled in the back of her mind, was this all too lucky? "We'll just make sure he's got a bucket on him. I don't imagine those helmets react well to vomit."
Xhava had been right. She had doubted she'd get this fortunate, to go from an empty ship to a solid crew overnight. Well--not quite an empty ship...
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The Qi, a first-class Blockade runner captained by Fu Ju Min. Called the Qi-Gu when Ju is unhappy with it.
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I'm sorry guys, I have been away for a heinous amount of time. >__< This being an adult shit is NOT all it's cracked up to be and grad school choices are WAY harder than I want them to be.
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I hope I'll be able to get a post up after you time skip, but my internet is going to be a bit spotty for the next week or two, or gone altogether because I'm moving and no idea what the internet situation will be like when I get to my destination. So I'm still very interested in this RP, I just gotta get the internet to make it work! And hopefully things will get back to normal in March, although I'll be back in CST.
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So, I figure we'll close out this episode pretty soon, once everyone either goes to bed and/or decides to stay up all night suspiciously browsing space-reddit.
After that, to keep the plot going I'd like to time-skip to the day before we hit the station. That way, if you want to have any conversations with people or the like there's still some time to do that before we start getting into the action.
Cause if it took us 5 pages to get through one day, I'd rather not be 50 pages in before we see any combat...
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PM me if you want we can work on plot stuff and/or figure out how we can open it and transition from this arc (which I am thiiiiis close to calling "all Aboard the friend-ship") to the station.
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The station he wants to go to is not what it seems.
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Also, we should probably discuss the episodes coming up, since the Pilot is going well so far but I don't want it going on forever.
So, who has any ideas for episodes? I figure we can send out ideas and see if any of them stick.
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If it helps, all the posts are listed under "Posting" regardless of location. That's how I see everyone's posts, and from there I can put myself in any location. That's my cheat, but I'm not picky.
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And then you can all meet Kiran.
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SadLittleKing wrote:Made my character. He's definitely going to stray a bit for the usual medic archetype. Sarasham, I'm hoping to be able to get the interview pm'ed to you some point tomorrow.
Derp, I just saw this, sorry about that. ^^;;
I really need to subscribe to this thread...