NOTE -
 This is an old post and I have tried to update it to VOS commands off the top of my head. +set/conceal <vos#> is a toggle type command in that it both conceals and unconceals.

The actual used +attack commands are now +attack/damage <target> at <diff> which will put actual damage on the targets sheet and +attack/nodamage <target> at <diff> which will show the damage that would have been done but does NOT put it on the sheet. The latter is often used in player run TPs as players can;t keep reseting the damage on their character and also by admin when they decide not to have to keep reseting themselves and plan to keep track of damage separatly.



Welcome. Please take a seat as we go on this little journey called 'TPs, Timestops and YOU!'. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them at the end of our lecture. Keep in mind that while this may be overwhelming you first time, your fourth time, your tenth time.. It gets easier as we go along. There will be those times that you're like ZOMG! I can't do this! Just take a deep breath, and -have fun-.

TP - What is a TP? A TP is short for 'Tiny Plot'. A tiny plot is a coordinated roleplay event, where typically there is a preset theme or storyline, to be played out and directed by a storyteller. A TP tends to be ran by an Admin (Staff) though also can be 'Player Ran'.

Timestop - A timestop is an object that an Admin (Judge) places down that creates a 'pose order'. By looking at the timestop (look timestop) it will tell you the pose order of the scene. These tend to be placed down during 'TPs' and violent scenes where a judge is present. Below is an example of one:

TIMESTOP: Created at 22:48:47
POSE ORDER:
Anastasiya
Murl
Collin
Rock
Mouse

NOTE: This situation is already under way. You must await the Judge to open the scene again.


Now we move onto the knitty gritty of it all!

Make sure you are prepared! +equip <armor> for instance, make sure you have your armour on if you have any. (vos/help) Have a weapon? Make sure it's loaded if it needs to be. +Look <weapon>. Example: Ammo: If you are low on ammo, then reload: +reload <ammo vos#> . You have to have the weapon wielded in order to reload. All prepared? Good! When the timestop is dropped, remember to 'look timestop' to see your place on it. Keep looking at it to remember your place if you have to. It's there to help you. If you break the timestop and pose out of order repeatedly after being asked to stop, the Admin (or player) will most likely ask you to leave.

When a timestop is created, refrain speaking in <OOC> unless you are announcing something important such as you must go AFK (Away from keyboard) or a case such as that. There are channel to speak on or pages.

A good rule of thumb to keep the scene flowing is begin to type your pose in a wordpad before it's your turn. Add to it as you need to, and leave room to include your action.

Most storytellers (The Admin or Player) will give you an allotted amount of time which in order to pose, the usual number is 7 (seven) minutes. If you do not pose within that time, you will be SKIPPED that turn.

Page the Judge when the person two spots ahead of you poses.

For Example: The pose order is: Rock, Mouse, Anastasiya.

Rock runs from behind a barrel shooting at bad guy #1. BANG BANG! The bad guy is hit and falls to the floor deader than a door nail.

This is the appropriate time for Anastasiya to page the admin with their intentions. You will want to do your rolls before the person before you poses if possible.

Page admin=I would like to attack bad guy #6  then run for Brian.

The admin will page you with what to do per say to your pose.

Admin pages: Attack Admin, 60 difficulty

This is when you follow through with the instructions of the admin:

+attack admin at 60 (+sinfo +attack)

+taskroll Run: Short sprint at 50 (+sinfo +taskroll)

The Admin will then page you the results of your rolls, and tell you to pose it accordingly.

Keep in mind if someone attacks you in a pose, and hits, you must pose responding to being hit accordingly. If you FAIL the +attack or +roll, you must include this into your pose. If you succeed, include this in your pose with the results that the Admin (Or Player running the TP) tells you.


Actions: You are able to get two actions (usually) per round. In essence, two typed commands are two actions. (+set/conceal, +equip, +attack, +taskroll, +reload, +toggle, ect.). The only time you get more than this is when you have the Lightning Reflexes feat. With this feat, you get 1 extra non-damaging turn per round. Lightning Reflexes typically only counts for +reload, +set/conceal, and +wield. You cannot shoot 3 times with LR. You cannot run and shoot twice.

For Example: You are rolling concealed. With lightning reflexes, you can: +set/conceal. +equip. +attack once. Without Lightning Reflexes: You can only +set/conceal and equip.

+attack does include the dodge of who you are attacking, therefore there is no countering rolls such as 'dodge' in this case.

Difficultly: Depending on your action, the difficulty is liable to be different. For example: A 'Called Shot' (I.E. Head, specific area, ect..) tends to be higher than just a normal 'body shot'. If you take one action to aim, that means you can only +attack once but it'd lower the difficulty.

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~*Below is a brief guideline of what we have covered*~

1: During timestops and TP events, there is often a massive amount of information to be passed out to and received by all. It is important we maintain respectful silence until spoken to. In most cases, a channel for chat will be utilized for use open use. Please keep OOC chatter to a minimum in the timestop/event zone.

2: At the start of the scene, the Judge/Storyteller will assign a pose order. Please make note of that order and attempt to write a basic pose for your intended action, before it becomes your turn.

3: Page the Judge/Storyteller with your intended action when you are 2 people from your pose. They will notify you of any difficulties or taskrolls required.

4: +taskroll or +attack at the indicated difficulty /before/ the person before you poses. Please wait until after they have posed to enter your own pose. If you are idle for more than seven minutes without a pose, your turn will be skipped.

5:There is no skipping pose order, unless it is due to the before mentioned time limits. As such, please be respectful of others and announce before going afk.

I joined Serenity , Feb 11th, 2009 after scouring a mush with a large player base and i've loved it ever since. I am not a dude behind the two I rp but i have fun with them. Been role playing since 94 - in chatroom style and 4 yrs in MUSH which I started in Westerns. 

I'm a mom to 4 grown children : 28 , 23 and twins almost 19.  I've got two grandchildren - a grandaughter who's 5 and a grandson who's 6 months old.

I am in animal Rescue and through the years have adopted some of the ones I've had rescued. I've got 6 cats that are mine and I'm fostering one that I found abandoned at walmart on July 4th, poor thing was drenched after a heavy storm we had. I named him Firecracker and he's eventually going to to go to a friend who lives in Tulsa. I live in okc.

Besides the cats... I have 4 cockatiels, 2 quaker parrots, 1 wild finch  1 electus Parrot , 1 guinia pig and a turtle.

I am Indigenous and European , though I consider myself Lakota.

Twitch and Elric  are friends of mine both OOC and IC in Serenity, beautiful people I must add and had made me feel welcomed when I joined and showed me the ropes when my alt - Elliot became a captain and I can't thank them enough for that

Cloud is my nickname that I go by on and off line , its how I'm introduced by my kids. It derives from my lakota name TaMapiya Wachi - One who Dances among the clouds.

Faked or not this is neat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2FX9rviEhw

We ran away and joined the circus!

That's right, the circus. 'Master Mandrake's Merry Menageri' to be exact. Though we are still affiliated with Life Line and taking side jobs of the same type, we have joined up with Mandrake and the 'Honour Merriway', a dragonfly class ship, to provide security as well as various other stray jobs. This should get interesting as Mandrake, though a great ringmaster and showman, seems to have no clue as to the dangers that abound in the verse. It will be our job to see the group doesn't get killed...or worse, eaten.

This is a scene we did to get Grover...Does this mean I can't be a cat burgular any more?

Grover
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   The Neapolitan Mastiff is a serious, powerful looking dog. It is muscular with a rather rectangular body, massive head, and wrinkled face. The facial wrinkles continue under the chin and down the neck to form a prominent dewlap. The skull is broad and flat on top, and the nose is large. The teeth meet in a scissors or level bite.
   The short, harsh coat is dense and smooth, a blue in color. The color is solid and shows no breaks over the huge body. The neapolitan mastiff has a loose, rolling, cat-like gait.
   This dog is of an unusually larger size. While perfectly formed the dog has to weigh nearly 300 pounds.
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Logging Started:  3-17-2009  4:32:49 AM
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  Zid's Used Ships - Lobby - Boros                                   =>Boros<=
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   A little shack sits off to the corner, where those that work in this used ship yard spend their day when they aren't trying to make a sale. In the distance you can see them: Hulking masses of glory that was, and for the most part is no more. Nearly every kind of transport can be seen back there and even a fair amount of beat up capital ships. But they sure don't look space worthy any more for the most part.
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   Night has already fallen on Boros, and most shops have closed down for the night, including Zid's Used Ships. There is one similiarity across each of the junk yards - junk yard dogs. Dogs that have been through only who knows what in order to be trained in order to bark, growl, bite at anything that comes near the gated property. The sound of their barking could be heard each time that someone passes by one of the fences. Zid's Used Ships is not different from the rest, infact there's a rottwieler standing near the fence, staring out at the darkness with its hackles slightly raised up.

   Twitch walks along the fence with Elric chatting companionably, free to be herself with no one else around. Suddenly she stops and holds up her hand "Shh! Think I hear something. Over there somewhere." and points towards Zid's. <English>

   "I wonder when Zid started selling livestock. Did you see that. It was a grey shape." Elric moves closer to the fence to take a look at what it might be. "What did ya hear Twitch?" His voice has dropped low as not to carry beyond the pair. <English>

   The rottweiler's head instantly pivets towards the direction of the two individuals walking along side the fence. His paws instantly hit down onto the ground as loud barking and growling comes from him. He even makes a point to hit his front paws against the fence to attempt to get Twitch and Elric away.
   Another rottwieler comes running from somewhere in the used ships yard, a bit bigger than the other, but still having the same violent tendacy. There is one thing about this dog that isn't like the other, his muzzle is covered in blood but doesn't appear to be his own. There's a few cuts along the rest of his bodybut not bad in the least.

   "Sounded like a a dog whimpering. Hurt maybe. See anything?" As the dog hits the fence she stands her ground "Down!" she says in a commanding voice....her 'horsie be good' voice actually and looks him square in the eye. "Hope that is a good  fence." she mutters so softly that it is definitly intended for Rats ears. <English>

   "Something is hurt in there. It could be anything." Elric walks along the fence to the gate of the yard. "Damn I wonder if anyone is about or just these dogs?" He looks in trying to catch another glimpse of the form he saw earlier. 
"Twitch I may end up doing something stupid before this is over." He shakes his head. "Maybe we should let it ride." He considers the two dogs and the possibility of trouble. <English>

   The usual glint within a dog's eye and the behaviour that comes from a stern voice and a command is not present. The rottewilers continue growling, barking, and hitting their paws against the fence. Even to the point that they follow the two individuals.
   A sharp cry of an animial - sounding like a dog - pierces through the air towards the back of the yard.

   Twitch walks along to the entrance of Zid's to see if she sees a light that might indicate a human guard or at least a comm number for emergencys. No luck on either count. Looks like Zid dosen't like to be bothered at night. "Wonder if these are the only two dogs? If so got an idea. I can raise cain here and you leave, circle around that next building and try to get at the back. Maybe you can get a better look and ifn no cameras get over or through the fence. Anyone comes, I'll say was tryin ta raise a guard." <English>

   Elric nods as Twitch takes her place. "Good idea." He steps back into the darkness and begins to try and take advantage of the dark to move toward the back of the yard. He takes his time but still hits a bit of metal that seems to scream into the night as it moves. It isn't that loud but Rat freezes in place to let the moment pass hoping the dogs will go with the visible and noisey target and forget him. <English>

   One of the rottwielers' turn their head into the direction of the metal but instantly goes back to the visible target - twitch.

   Twitch rattles the gate hard, making as much noise as she can with it to attract the dogs. She counts on her quick reflexes to keep her able to draw away if one hits the gate too close. A low growl emanates from her throat to further incite the mutts. She knows most places wouldn't have a motion sensor on the gate when the dogs are loose to avoid false alarms every time the dogs happened to hit it trying to get at passers by or a stray rabbit. Keeping the dogs attention and covering any noise from the back is the name of the game here. <English>

   After a moment Rat continues to move closer to the fence an the noise beyond it. He tries to follow the sound to the closest point moving quietly and staying hidden as best he can. Taking advantage of the shadow and moving quietly, and a bit more carefully, he moves on toward the yard. <English>

   Elric continues along the fence and keeps an eye out for other dogs or problems that might be in the way. Whatever it is he hasn't caught sight of it yet, but he continues the investigation leaving Twitch to see to the distraction of the dogs  at the gate. <English>

   Twitch glances around to make sure she has drawn no undue attention other that the dogs and kicks the gate to make it rattle. Movement can be a key as well so she does about a ten foot dash one way and about the same amount to the other side  of the gate, running her bracered wrist along the fence. <English>

   The two rottewieilers are even going more bezerk on Twitch, barking, growling, biting at the fencing as they pound their front paws against the gate.

   What Elric sees: Behind a broken down LRS there's a massive amount of.. dog.. Bigger than most breeds even reach, but this is one of the rarities within the mastiff breed. About the size of a miniature horse, and a coat of gray. The dog looks  rather injured, laying on his side with a few whimpers and panting breaths. His entire body is covered in bites and scratches, some fresh and some slowly healing.

   Elric notes the dog is both hurt and not hanging with the others. The alpha Rott with the fresh blood on his face probably is trying to keep this one down or kill it. Elric considers for a moment and sighs softly. He looks at the twist that hold the fence to the pole, if that is how they are secured, or some other way to loosen or cut the fence to get through. <English>

   Dancing with dogs is the name of the game still. Evidently no human guard about or he would have been outside checking even if he was drunk. Growls and rattled, kick and shake. A pretend leap as if to try to climb the fence but not  really. Just keep the mutts attention. <English>

   Elric gets the two lowest wires loose and rolls under the fence with hardly a sound and heads over to the wounded animal. He looks at it and furrows his brow at the size of the dog, the biggest he had ever seen. He pets the animal softly if it lets him and tries to drag it toward the fence. That is when he realizes the animals true weight. "Oh gou shi(crap)." he whispers into his comm. "Too damn big to move." He looks for something to roll the animal onto like a sheet of canvas. <English>

   Twitch hears Elric on their private channel with disbelief, though she doesn't stop the noise. "You shittin me. You can't lift a dog?" She pauses a moment then continues on the Stainless channel, "You go under or over the fence? If ya went  over, good luck, if ya went under, roll him on yer jacket an drag him." <English>

   Elric reaches into the LRS and pulls a cover off one of the seats. Laying it out, and with a bit of work rolls the massive dog onto it. One the dog is secure he pulls the sheet toward the fence. He props the fence up high and starts to drag the beast under hoping the ruckus Twitch is raising has the Rotts well entertained. <English>

   If anything Twitch intensifys her act in case the dog yelps or something. "Tell me when yer out and I'll go get the MULE if he's that heavy." she says over the icomm. <English>

   Elric fastens the fence back in place to make sure the other dogs don't get loose. "I'm clear Twitch. We are going to need the mule and a vet. Damn I wonder if Jules would mind!" He begins to try and stop the bleeding or slow it. <English>

   With a "Roger that." Twitch takes off at a trot back to the ship. Once there she hightails it to the medbay and grabs some packs of bandages and a stretcher. Back at the cargo bay she lowers the MULE from it's suspended position and unhooks the rigging before putting the gear she had gathered aboard. She hops in and tears down the ramp and off into the night towards Zid's. <English>

   Elric waits with the dog and keeps quiet till Twitch arrives. He speaks softly to the dog and tries to comfort it as best he can till the help arrives. He is bentover and practically hidden as the MULE comes out of the night from the direction of the port. "Twitch I'm over here." He waves and speaks into his iCom. <English>

   If he had not waved she might have missed Elric in the dark, as she runs along the back of the junkyard without lights so as not to draw attention. She tosses the stretcher down, grabs the bandages and jumps to the ground. She comes to a halt as she sees the animal on the sheet, "Holy shit! That a baby elephant?" she asks as she once more moves over to the two. "Good thing I brought the stretcher." She holds out the bandages to Rat. <English>

   Elric bandages the dog the best he can. "I think I'm gonna call him Grover." He says and begins to work the beast onto the stretcher. "Where did this thing come from?" He asks as the animal is loaded onto the mule with Twitchs help on the stretcher. "He must weigh 300 pounds!" <English>

   Twitch braces and strains as she helps lift the stretcher. Good thing she is strong. "Thank goodness we can use the cargo rigs to lift him out of here." She says as she jumps to the controlls and starts the MULE. "You stay back there and keep him steady." As soon as Rat is set, she spins the MULE and takes off towards the port. <English>

   Elric sits with the pooch and keeps him steady as possible. "How could they have let him get in this state." Usually not one for animals something in Rat has reached out to this one. "We need to get Jules out here to look him over. Definately a he from the look of things." The joke is given as the mule approaches the ship. <English>

   Twitch heads the MULE up the ramp, shuts it down and bails. She hits the control for the ramp and raises it then goes to rig the winch to lift the stretcher. After the dog is unloaded she goes to try to roust out Juliet. "Didn't take time ta call doc with ya sittin out there and if she'da know we were bringing a dog she would have hightailed it." <English>

  Mercury - Cargo Hold                                             =>Mercury<=
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   The cargo bay only has room for 100 tons of cargo. It has a rear-load configuration, the boarding ramp lowering to the aft of the ship. On either side of the boarding ramp, a short flight of metal stairs leads to the heavy pressure hatches dividing it from the crew area. Against the port bulkhead near the foot of the stair is a console. It contains the security monitor as well as the controls for the boarding ramp, airlock, drop-hatch, and the overhead cargo handling equipment.
     Forward, in the center of the bulkhead, is a short metal stair to the pressure hatch of the cockpit. On either side are storage lockers and work tables.
   The major portion of the bay is kept clear for cargo, broad yellow and black hatched lines on the dark grey steel deck delineating the safe walkways and the position of the drop-hatch. Overhead are steel tracks with the sliding winches for handling heavy cargo. The small hover mule is also suspended above and secured to keep it out of the way until needed. Lights are covered with protective grills and adjustable in intensity. There are also red emergency lighting and security cameras.
   One feature is somewhat rare. Two circular viewports of considerable size are positioned on the starboard and port bulkheads towards the aft, just before the boarding ramp, granting a remarkable view.

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                  The ship is landed at Boros – Spaceport

(EDIT: At this point scene was suspended for a short time till Juliet could join us and then continued.)

   To one side of the cargo bay a couple of large crates have been slid together to form a table of sorts and covered with a sheet. A stretcher is propped to one side against the bulkhead. Something large, grey, and furry lays on top of the makeshift table. We are talking *large*. Twitch and Elric stand to either side with a basin and gauze sponges trying to clean away blood and dirt. <English>

   "I don't know what kind of dog this is but I have ~never~ seen one this big." Elric says as he works gently with the wet gauze. He talks low as not to upset the hurt animal. "I hope Juliet can get here soon. He would have died in that lot." Elric actually seems concerned about the big canine. <English>

When the call was heard, well Juliet did come, taking a shuttle and bringing with her her medkit. The kit is strapped over her shoulders so she can still walk with her pair of canes unencumbered. As she gets to the top of the ramp she looks first to Twitch and Elric, "Where is the patient...Is Aeddan Alri..." Her words stop as she notes the grey beast on the boxes. "What is that?" She says with a note of disdain already in her voice. <English>

   "You know she is going to kill us for this." Twitch says as she gently works on the animal. She looks up as Juliet walks in with a sheepish and 'I'll go hide now' grin. "I know your a people doc and don'tlikeanimalsbutwecouldn'tfindanyoneelse." Twitch pauses and continues more slowly, "We rescued it. It will die if it isn't treated fast." <English>

   "Juli we need your help here. It's a dog, yes, but he's bleedin out." Elric looks at Jules shrugs slightly. He knows how she feels about animals, but can't help it at this point. "This is too fine an animal to let die out of neglect." He puts his case to Juli and waits to see how she is going to respond to this. <English>

   Grover whimpers in pain as he tries to move a bit. <English>

Juliet just looks at the 'thing' under the sheets, not making any move toward it but at least not backing away...but that could be because that kind of stuff is hard these days. Then they are begging her and then the whimper. In the end she is a doctor, and it is a patient in need of care. Her jaw tightens and she looks up to the pair of them, "I need a stool to sit on, fluids and drip line and the largest IV catheter we have..." She shakes her head helplessly, "I am not a veterinarian and I hope this is not an indication of my future service here." She says tersely as she heads over to the patient, "Oh and a surgical gown..." <English>

   "You are an angel, Juliet! We can help with some of it maybe if you tell us what to do." With that she heads up the stairs to the med bay and is back a few moments later with a stool that she reaches down to Elric before heading back to the  med bay for more stuff. <English>

   "Don't forget clippers to shave the wounds." He says and pauses to look at Juliet. "Thanks Sweetcheeks. I always knew ya had a good heart." Elric holds the big head down gently and strokes the wide brow just incase he should start whil Juli is  working. "Look at the size of him. Gotta be some kind of freak." The words are calm and casual. <English>

   Grover pants tiredly and lies still under the lights of the cargo bay. He seems to know he is better off than he was somehow. <English>

   Not sure about which 'fluids' Juliet meant she comes back down with a tray ladened with the required items and a bag of Saline, Ringers, and Dextrose. She sets them donwn on a tall crate close to the 'table'. "We didn't give him any medicine for pain or antibiotics. We probably would have killed him. Just tried to clean him up a bit." <English>

"Too right you are going to help with this." Juliet responds tersely to Twitch as she settles down on the stool and removes the sheet. "I hardly know what drugs I can use on this beast...get me a veterinarian on a link at least if you can." She looks down at the mess that is dog and nods to Elric about the clippers, "Well if you can start clipping up the wounds if he will tolerate it, I will get the drip in...He has lost a lot of blood from the looks of him but there is nothing I can do but give him fluids to replace it." She looks over the offered fluids and takes the ringers to set up the drip. <English>

   Elric gets the clippers and begins to work carefully keeping an eye on the big head the whole time. He gently gets the wounds clean doing one after the other. His touch is light and sure. "Ok Juli I think I got this taken care of." He says with the same calm tones to his voice
   Grover starts at one point and tries to move but Elrics hand on the side of his head pushing down and a "No." seem to get him still again. <English>

   "Yes Juliet." Twitch says and starts to try to raise a vet for their 'hot' dog. Preferably one on the lightside of the planet that might be awake. Finally she suceeds and puts it on speaker for Juliet to talk with him. <English>

Juliet at least looks relieved when a real animal doctor is on the line and as she examines the dog she gives explanation to the vet on the other line. Resorting to old fashion medical lingo as they speak on the patient. As drugs are spoken of,  Juliet nods and repeats the orders to Twitch. Valium, thiobarbital, pennicilin...drugs that cross over and what she would have access to. Dose rates passed between them. Drugs are administered and the dog while not fully asleep is going to be far happier with what is going to be done to him. "Ok lets get these areas prepped and clean and I will start suturing them up...that I do know how to do." <English>

   Twitch helps Elric, cleaning the wounds gently as he shaves them. and trying to stay out of Juliet's way. She listens closely for any directions Juliet might give as normally she is at the 'bandaid' stage of first aid. <English>

Once an area is cleaned and prepped Juliet hesitates for a moment, still a bit horrified by the whole ordeal. Finally she does just get to it. Clamps are placed on bleeders, tied off and wounds sutured closed with the precision as if she were working on any human. Once she starts surgery...she really just goes in a zone where all that matters is the wound and nothing else. Oh there will be anger and reprcussions when they are done, but for now it is a surgeon and her surgery field. <English>

   "Did he say much when ya told him it was a dog at 275 pounds?" Elric asks as he holds the dogs head while the shots are given. "I do appreciate this Jules. I don't know why but I couldn't leave him out there." Keeping good control over the dog he lets the doc work and stays out of her way unless needed. "Twitch why dont you set up a folded mat or two next to the bridge stair." Rat suggest as he watches the work

   Grover flenches at the pricks of the needles and the work being done but is actually tolerant of things. He listens to Elric for now and stays calm, mostly spent, under the gentle hands of his new master. Heaven help the guy. <English>

   Twitch, her part finished, stands to one side and watches Juliet work. She has never watched a real surgeon at work and stares in fascination at the precision of her movements combined with a gentleness she didn't expect. When Elric says something about a mat she still keeps watching for a few moments before his words sink in. "Er...sure Elric." she finally says and tears herself away to make a bed for the animal, returning quickly so as not to miss anything. <English>

There is actually an air of calm about Juliet as she works that is never about her elsewise. This is her zen. No matter what is going on...putting order to disorder in the body...that is what gets Juliet's blood pumping, keeps her rising each day. As she moves around the dog, she rises briefly on one leg, before moving the stool with her hip and sitting down again further along. <English>

   There is little for Elric to do but talk low and calm to the animal as he strokes its head. "Take it easy. I've seen her put worse back together." Elric chuckls and smiles. "I think I'm going to call you Grover. Don't know why but that's it. If ya behave yourself we'll keep ya around. I bet ya'll like it more than that junkyard." He pauses and looks up to see if Juliet noticed. <English>

   Twitch would really like to kick Elric. He must have really gotten enamoured of the pooch to slip like that. Just what Juliet needs to know. That she is working on a stolen dog. Well the bastard that let something like this happen to an animal and not do a damn thing about it doesn't need a dog. Just have to be carefull about letting it out on Boros for a while. <English>

Well she didn't notice that the dog was stolen, but Juliet DID notice him saying that he was going to keep it around. Once she finishes up with the last wound she looks to Elric, "My daughter is not allowed to be around this beast, nor will I." She says as she rips off her gloves and tosses in the tray with the dirty swabs and other odds and sods. <English>

   "I don't blame you a bit Juliet. It's a strange animal and Grover needs to be looked over. Not only that but we don't know the temprament it has." Elric nods toward the palet made up for the dog by the stairs. "I plan to keep him in the hold  for now. Easiest place and sealable." He agrees with the doctor easily and doesn't seem bothered. "I'll probably keep an eye on him tonight. Just to be sure." <English>

   Grover, finally overcome by the drugs, drifts off for a bit of sleep. The drugs must have given him cotton mouth becasuse he smacks his dewlaped jaws and swollows. <English>

   "Thank you so much, Juliet. That was awesome." Twitch says in a hushed voice as the surgeon finishes. "We are going to be very carefull about who is around this dog. Especially till we know more about it. We can keep it in our quarters when  you are on board once he is strong enough to get up the stairs." she shakes her head "I know you are mad at us but we didn't know who else to call at this late hour. I don't know what to pay you. Would a thousand credits be alright?" <English>

"He will need a fresh bag about every eight hours or so and if it is not too much to ask, a proper animal doctor to look him over." Juliet says as she rips off her surgical gown and drops to the pile of other things. She looks between the pair of them for a moment and shakes her head, jaw set in a thin line before rising and grabbing up her canes. "Are your circus people of a reputible sort?" She finally asks out of the blue. Something she has yet to ask, but something has obviously forced the question. <English>

   "As far as we know they are. They are a strange bunch but I hear that is often true of entertainers." Elric considers for a moment and shrugs. "Mandrake seems more interested in the show than cargo or security. The few things we've moved for  them have been streight up. Why?" He asks curiously. <English>

   "We can take him to Santo now that he is stablized. I have a good vet there. We may keep him there for a while till he is srtonger. Better for him than the ship." Twitch checks the time and makes a note of it in her PDA and when the next bag is due. "Like Elric said, wierd but as far as I can tell so far about as straight up as most folks out here." <English>

"There was an attack on the clinic yesterday of what looked to be circus ...performers. Could well have burned the place down if it were not for the security. I just need to know Aeddan is safe and Ava with him when she is here." Juliet says in response seeming a bit unsettled by the incidence even as she is grabbing wipes from her bag to finish cleaning her own self up though none of her skin actually touched the creature. <English>

   "I hadn't heard anything about that. Looked to be circus?" Elric considers for a moment. "The Honour was down on Persephone getting refits yesterday. If it was them they would have had to pass through the ship yards. What makes you say circus? More than one ya know." He does seem interested in the news. <English>

   "WHAT!" Twitch says in surprise. "You alright though?" worry for one of the few people in the verse she actually considers a friend evident in her voice. "If any of these folks did it, I will probably shoot them myself!" There is a hard edge to Twitch's voice that Juliet has probably not heard before though Elric has. You don't mess with Twitch's rare friends. "I /will/ find out." Her voice cahnges once again to concern, "Let Elric help you up stairs so you can clean up and get comfortable. I'll fix you some tea and a bite to eat." <English>

"That is what was said around the office, some kind of circus freaks. Like...what you would think of as circus performers...but darker and twisted." Juliet responds with a shake of her head but looks up sharply as it is mentioned that the circus ship was on Persephone at the time, "Had any news come through the org pipes?" She asks the pair of them, looking one to the other. "I am alright, we have protocols at the clinic to deal with out of control patients. We see gunshot victims and drug addicts their, for those dangers we do have nearly as much security as medical staff." <English>

   "We were on Persephone as well yesterday." Elric tells Juli and leads toward the stairs up to the commons. Grover should be ok for now. "I didn't see or hear anything strange. I know Mandrake was with us a good part of the morning. Then he  went to talk to Sink at the shipyards about sensor upgrades. I moved the ship over there for him. Then he had a meeting with Sink about the work. Later he flew out to Osiris." He pretty much gives her a rundown on what he knows. <English>

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   The crew commons are comfortably sized for such a small crew. The color scheme is bright and earthy as a summer day, walls painted the golden tan of sun on ripe wheat and the deck tiled to look like stone. A couple of paintings of rural scenes add their touch. Lighting is adjustable and there are red emergency lights and security cameras.
   The forward bulkhead, between the two pressure hatches leading to the cargo bay, is devoted to entertainment with a large Cortex screen and shelves of books, games, puzzles, and players for music and movies to wile away the hours in the Black. Arranged before it are a long couch and a couple of chairs, all deeply comfortable and upholstered in deep green leather. A long coffee table of golden oak placed in the center.
   Along the port side are the captain's cabin and office, the galley, and the two crew cabins. The galley has plenty of storage, a small walk in pantry, and a small walk in freezer. The counter tops have the appearance of marble and the cabinets  of oak. An oval golden oak dining table with plenty of room for six is bolted to the deck in front of the counter area.
   To the starboard side are the officer's quarters, medbay, and head. Along the bulkhead between the officer's quarters and the med bay are a small table for games, doubling as a desk and a hydroponic wheel. The greenery and splashes of color from the plants adding to the outdoors feeling.
   At the aft is a pressure hatch leading to the engineering bay."
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   "Can you get them to send me some of the security cam footage? We don't have anyone that sounds like that description but I would like to see if it looked like a disguise. We aren't too bad about gathering information and I have worked with enough types of make up that I might be able to tell." Twitch goes over and puts on the kettle for tea as she talks. "Of course even if they aren't with the show now, Mandrake is still hiring and they might show up." <English>

Juliet lets Elric lead her up the stairs, still supporting herself with a cane on her bad side. It is getting easier for her to move around but at this rate it may be a long time before she walks without a limp or a cane. As they move into the common area she releases his arm and settles onto a seat. "I will ask Mr. Lambsey to do such..." She shakes her head about them showing up, "That will not likely happen." <English>

   "I was on and off the Honour several times yesterday. Twitch was as well looking over their engines." Elric moves to the galley and liberates a DP from the cooler. As he moves back across the room he pops the top and takes a sip. He sets it  on the coffee table in front of the couch and gets a pillow for Juli to use to prop up her leg on. He slides this onto the table and then lifts her leg into place. "Least we can do for our merciful healer." He winks at her and takes a seat on the couch. "Twitch did you see anything strange while you were on the Honour?" He asks his XO and finally relaxes into the seat. <English>

   Twitch had scrubbed her hands well before putting on the kettle and now while the water heats she gets some chops out to the cooler and puts them in a pan to fry, sprinkling a few spices over them. She is not a fancy cook but plain farm fare she can do well enough. "Didn't see anything strange. The sensor upgrades were giving us trouble installing and even I had to kick in and help the techs. Think Mandrake and his doc had a dinner engagement or something. Soon as the Honour was done they took off to Kennedy's to pick up that load for Carmichael." <English>
 
Juliet gives Elric a look as he coddles her, "This is not going to make up for calling me in for that Dog you know?" She comments though she allows him to tend to her. The pain seems to be less these days, its just plain muscle and nerve damage that is hampering her walking efforts. She settles back into the couch and looks up to Twitch and nods, "It might not have been from your group...but well...seems odd." <English>

   Twitch is in the galley and the tea kettle is starting to whistle as the fragrance of frying pork chops wafts through the air. Late night dinner for the doctor and enough for everyone to keep her company. Elric tries to make Juliet comfortable on the couch as they talk. "Circus can be a good cover for a lot of things. Lots of make up used so crooks use to advantage by putting on a clown suit and robbing folks." <English>

   "But he is a nice looking animal isn't he. Wonder where I'm gonna find a collar." Elric winks at Juli and smiles. "What would make up for it? A thousand creds?" A pause is taken as he regains his soda and takes a sip from it. "You did me a favor and I don't want you to think I belittle your skills." He seems relaxed and at ease as he sits on the couch as well. <English>

"More like a freak show act then a clown show, but I do get the point. It was chaos and I only thought of getting to safety. Mr. Lambsey would give you more details...and I rather not worry Aeddan with this. Noone was harmed and the security  procedues put in place worked as intended." She rolls her eyes as Elric remarks on the quality of the creature sleeping off sedatives and surgery in the cargo bay. "At least Mr. Ratius...at least. I feel itchy just thinking of the creature. It is bad enough I have to deal with the beast at the clinic sometimes. (Leutrim's Alfred)" <English>

"What ain't I ta worry none abou'?" a new voice to the mix interrupts the crowd, "Is there anyone Ah need ta wrassle to tha' ground hereabouts?" Aeddan Li strolls into the common area, with a mug in hand - mayhap in search of some more caffeine for his blood stream. <English>

   "Well thank god for that." Twitch says as she reaches for a tea pot and cup. She turns as she hears Aeddan's voice, "Put on food and look who turns up! I got enough working for a midnight snack for you too, Aeddan." She prepares the tea and gets out one of the lap trays that are kept here in case someone is in the medbay. Putting the tea on it she takes it and sets it across Juliet's lap. <English>

   "Looks like the cat is out of the bag." Elric says as he offers another pillow for behind Juliets back. "Hey Aeddan. Ya might want to watch your step on the way to the bridge. I got a pet down in the hold. A pretty banged up dog Twitch and I found earlier." He tries to belittle things with a shrug. "Grover might not be in the best mood but he's tranq'ed for now." <English>

   Twitch plays with the chops for a moment and then gets out some potatoes from a bin and washes them, getting them ready to nuke. A can of vegetables isopened and put on to heat, bread and butter put on a plate and carried to the coffee table. Informal dining in the sitting area so Juliet won't be odd man out and besides it has been a long hard day and the lounge chairs and couch are softer. <English>

Juliet arches a brow as Elric gives her a pillow, then Twitch with the tea. "Alright, I forgive you for now...but...what a beast you had to call me for. I hardly have met men that large." She responds with a wrinkle of her nose. She isn't happy, but she isn't gonna hate them for it. As Aeddan walks in at such a 'perfect' moment she looks up to him, "Nothing, had a bit of a problem at the clinic, it is all resolved now." The scorch marks should be painted over by tomorrow surely. <English>

"If'n ye say so," Aeddan replies warily, eyeing Juliet with suspicion. He moves into the kitchen to pick up a cup of coffee before taking a seat near his betrothed.

"So a dog, eh?" he lifts a brow, "Ah volunteer no' pickin' up its shite..." his eyes twinkle. <English>

   "I think we may need a shovel for that." Elric chuckles and shakes his head. "Biggest gorram dog I've ever seen. Has to be near 300 pounds and 3 foot at the shoulder." the captain sips from his soda and sighs. "How much you figure he's gonna  eat Twitch?" Rat asks and chuckles again. "Note to self, buy stock in dogfood." <English>

   "Dog food hell! I think we start running cattle ocassionally. At least one cow has an 'accident' per trip and it is figured into the rate." Dinner starts to finally come together and she starts to dish it on to the platter and bowls. "Come and get it boys. Aeddan you can fix Juliet's plate." <English>

"And you are not to have Ava around it. Who knows what diseases the things are carrying...and that mouth...he could swallow her whole without taking a bite." Oh regardless that the biggest breeds usually are the most harmless of beasts. Juliet will not be convinced. Animals are harbingers of disease and danger. And now Cows brought in to feed the beast? She closes her eyes for a moment and just takes a deep breath before opening them and slipping her fingers around the teacup. <English>

"She will have ta learn how ta deal wit' animals o' all sorts at one time or 'nother, honey," Aeddan murmurs softly to Juliet, "You keepin' her away won' do her any favours." He grunts and rises from his seated position to play serving maid, leaving his coffee on the table. <English>

   "Well we don't know anything about the dog yet Aeddan. We're going to take him to a vet soonest. But that still doesn't tell about temprament. He was a junkyard dog." Elric gets up and goes to fix himself a plate. "Before ya get your hands full stick you head through the door and take a look at him. Just so ya know what we're talking about." The smile never leaves his face and he chuckles softly urging Aeddan to look. "Like I said Juliet we will keep a close eye on him till we get to know him." Picking up a plate he loads it and heads back to the couch. <English>

   Twitch sees that everyone is watered and fed before loading her own plate and heading over to take a seat. She picks up the bread and butter and takes some and passes it along. "We are heading to Santo after dinner so I can get him to my own vet. Probably have to set him up in a stall in the stable till he can move around alright. Besides he might not be housebroken. We almost never got him in the MULE and have had to use the cargo tackle to move him around since we have had him on board." <English>

Aeddan's response to her concerns, causes Juliet's mouth to open with surprise, "You have not seen the creature Aeddan...I will not have Ava near it..." She starts before Elric interjects and she settles back mollified for now. She nods to Elric as she settles down once more. She looks up to Aeddan, "I am sorry...it has just been a long day." She beckons him over to join her on the couch. <English>


<OOC> Twitch says, "Sorry to fade Juliet. Noticing I had been on for 19 hours and 56 minutes put me to sleep."

(EDIT  At this point it is nearly 5AM our time and with a couple more pose outs the scene fades to black.)

   Elric takes his plate and stands. He grabs his soda as well and heads toward the stairs. "I'm gonna go keep an eye on Grover. You two have a good night." He smiles and nods to Twitch and then Juliet. <English>

   finishing her dinner Twitch stands and straightens things up before heading to the cargo bay. "I will clean up the doggy surgery, Juliet. You have a good rest and...Thank you again." <English>
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Logging Stopped:  3-17-2009  4:33:22 AM
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 Murphy's Laws of Combat            Mon Mar 02    Mal
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1. If the enemy is in range, so are you.
2. Incoming fire has the right of way.
3. Don't look conspicuous, it draws fire.
4. There is always a way.
5. The easy way is always mined.
6. Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.
7. Professionals are predictable, it's the amateurs that are dangerous.
8. The enemy invariably attacks on two occassions: a. when you're ready for them. b. when you're not ready for them.
9. Teamwork is essential, it gives them someone else to shoot at.
10. If you can't remember, then the claymore is pointed at you.
11. The enemy diversion you have been ignoring will be the main attack.
12. A "sucking chest wound" is nature's way of telling you to slow down.
13. If your attack is going well, you have walked into an ambush.
14. Never draw fire, it irritates.
15. Anything you do can get you shot, including nothing.
16. Make it tough enough for the enemy to get in and you won't be able to get out.
17. Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than yourself.
18. If you're short of everything but the enemy, you're in a combat zone.
19. When you have secured an area, don't forget to tell the enemy.
20. Never forget that your weapon is made by the lowest bidder.

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This is the start of a TP on the planet Lilac. In spite of the strain of around 26 characters in the same room trying to keep track of what was going on and pose appropriately, it was a lot of fun.

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Logging Started:  2-24-2009 11:50:21 PM
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[EVENT]

    A shuttle came out of nowhere, roaring towards the tarmac in a smoking stream of fire, appearing to be more like a meteor or shooting star more than a shuttle. Suddenly there's a loud thoom, the explosion of concrete, the sudden rush of heat and smoke and then....fire!

You disembark from the vessel.
  Lilac -- Spaceport                                                 =>Lilac<=
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    This spaceport might not be the top of the line, and it has some wear and tear - but it's really quite sufficient. The landing pads are spaced out and they offer easy, if bumpy landings. Cargo hands are scattered about the spaceport, making with dropping off cargo in the appropriate places. It's a hot spaceport and makes it rather unappealing to stay in the outside for very long. This spaceport is constantly a buzz with activity, offering very few moments of stillness upon this rather beat up tarmac. In the distance a rather dusty small town can be seen. In addition, a large wooded area can be seen to the east, complete with a path leading through it.


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Marc was in mid-stunned stupor when the shuttle tears ass straight into the tarmac and explodes in all of its glorious spectacle of flame, heat, and debris. Reflexes kick in as his arms move to covers his head, his body drops to the dirt to prep for the incoming wave of flying rough edged shit. It's not long after that the glands above his kidney's kick in and he screams into his comm, "Fucking report! Everyone still breathing?" <English>

Kuyio's head comes up slowly, peeking out from under Gunny's arm. Then with a shove she moves him, "Are you o..o..o..o.okay?" Instantly looking him over for injuries before looking around, "What's g.. g.. g.. going on?" <English>

(KirstenOOC) Folk run about like headless chickens. Someone's screaming about a fuel dump, someone else is screaming about 'Billy', a third is screaming that they won't leave their luggage. A loafer, one of the ever-present longshoremen scratching a living from unloading and loading ships, stares down dumbfoundedly at where his lower right arm used to be, severed by a spinning piece of smoking metal that has just embedded itself in a crate behind him; his mouth opens and closes, his face turning ashen, as he mutters, "Need a gorram cigarette." Need a gorram tourniquet would be more accurate. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Morgan says, "We have a shuttle crashed and burned at the Lilac Spaceport, this is a medical emergency. I repeat we have a crashed shuttle at the Lilac Spaceport, this is a medical emergency. Respond to the transmission if you have injured, as there are medics on scene!" <English>

   From somewhere underneath Tash, Maggie yelps. "Alive. I think?" She doesn't sound exactly sure. Tash is checked, before he gets a hard hug and pushed so she can try and weave her way upright. "What the hell...? <English>

Janessa spins around just in time to see the shuttle explode. "Holy fuckin Christ!" She looks around the port and grabs for her medpac, throwing her jacket off, going for cover at the same time. Before she can get to said shelter, searing pain and weight drag her down. She yells loudly as she hits the ground, peice of the shuttle trapping her leg. <English>

Sparrow is just stepping out of the Firefly's hatchway, carrying a medical kit, as well as another similarly-labeled case, "Well, now, in all of this I donat know how we're tae find anyone in distress... Then there's Itzal's warning, and she looks up, a bit blankly. "Ach, Lord of tha long spear, what is it now..." A step backwards, a slight slip on the ramp, and boomph, down she goes amid Itsal and Xian... And medical cases. <English>

Foerga barely has time to react. One minute she is smiling and nodding to Morgan, then next she hears a yell from him and drops down to the ground. White noise surrounds her, as well as falling debris, before she coughs and can hear Marc's staticky report ringing tinnily in her ears. "Gorram it all to hell." she mutters to herself, as she crawls over to the nearest people, Morgan and Kat. "You guys alright." she coughs out. <English>

Nikki 's arm ironically goes over Danielle's head as well, her black eyes scrunched up. They were in the area where suttles were, unfortunately kept, and so the wailing mass of fire just, exploded like ten feed from them. That wouldn't be bad at all if it hadn't come from OUTERSPACE, which unfortunately complicated matters. Nikki had time to register a large chunk of ship smacking down onto a woman's leg before another smaller bit of schrapnel bounced toward she and her girlfriend. Her thin, bony hands clenched on Danielle's shoulder, as the burning hunk of metal landed on her back. The tank top didn't do a real super job of blocking the burning object, and even, quickly scrabbling as she did, getting the part (it was like the size of a finger) off of her skin. Subsequently, both hand and back were burned. <English>

Morgan lifts up off Kathryn and talks into his icomm, "We have a shuttle crashed and burned at the Lilac Spaceport, this is a medical emergency. I repeat we have a crashed shuttle at the Lilac Spaceport, this is a medical emergency. Respond to the transmission if you have injured, as there are medics on scene!" he looks back down at Kathryn, "You ok?" he nods and looks back to the crash site. We better find out if anything is left alive in there. "He gets up and moves over towards the downed shuttle, looking at the damage its left in its wake along the way. <English>

Itzal's form slowly rolls off of Xian, His eyes looking to the doctor as his brow lifts as if asking her without words if she is fine. A frown plastered upon his lips as he slowly moves into a crouch. His eyes drifting to Sparrow with that same look of worry and question. <English>

Tani looks in horror as the shuttle comes to a violent crash, she places her goggle down on her eyes as smaller rocks and dust hit up "Hail mary and hello dolly..." she ducks and looks up "Oh shit! That better not be the six pizzas I ordered...I am so not tipping if the cheese is stuck to the top of the boxes." she moves to the ramp and grabs her ships fire retartent double canister sprayer. Half kneeling "Control we have a crash on landing pad, ahhh, the one with the fire and big plume of smoke..." she looks at McCain "Captain, think we should help...surviors and the like?" she looks at the wreck and says softer "My cheesy bread..." she begins to remove the safty on the sprayer and starts to duck down and move forward to the crash. <English>

   As the rain of debris slows Gunny rolls off Kuyio and looks down at her. "I'm ok Kuyio. How about yourself?" He asks and begins to listen to the chatter on his icomm. "Oh shit this is a mess. I think I see the Heart over on the other side of the port." He comments. <English>

Crow spits on the ground and pulls his sunglasses off. Sliding them into a pocket, he narrows his eye and lets the hood to his jacket remain over his head. Looking over the carnage and the fire, he spins his head around to look at Maggie and Tash. "We need to move...fast..." He barks at them, tugging at Tash's shoulder. "Come ON!" He grunts. "There's no fucking telling what kinda fuel's leaking around here..."
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Chovian had hunkered down when the debris started falling, the man's eyes growing large, looking upward then around at the ensuing chaos. "Oh." Said with a blink, before he reaches out to Sparrow, hands moving to her arm to help her up. "Are alright?" <English>

Nikki  of course, also screamed. Like an angry banshee. Because the burning. It hurt. <English>

Kathryn would be great if it wasn't for the fact that her right thigh feels warm. And wet. But somehow the fact that there is a hunk of rock sticking out of the backside of her leg seems to elude her at the moment. She looks at Foe and then at Morgan. "Lemme get up so's I can help." she states, trying to grab ahold of them both to stand up. <English>

Kuyio nods a bit as she looks around and then hearing the heart is around her eyes go wide, "W.. w...were they h..h..hit??" Her eyes showing momentary panic. <English>

Johnny deomnstrates the impressive vocabulary of profanity that Cantonese possesses, as he shields his face from the blast. "Everyone all right?" he asks, once he calms down a bit. "What's the plan, cap?" <English>

    Gasping for air Xian being a petite woman holds her arms up so she can get help up. She is dazed and a bit confused from her lack of oxygen from the fall. The heat and the flames start to melt her hair a bit and the smell, makes her want to gag and cough at the same time. <English>

McCain nods slowly to Tani, "Yes princess. Help first, cheesy bread later. I'll buy you a gorram pizza shack." and chuckles, shaking his head. He moves down to the foot of the ramp, "Well, we have a crap load of medical supplies." and calls to Janessa, "See what we can do to coordinate medical support. We've got the supplies and I see Panacea's Passage over there...Look for Lirin, she's a good egg. Great doctor too." <English>

   "Yah ... still in one piece." Tash returns that hard embrace with his own, hands rising to Maggie's shoulders, a sure look in her eyes to make sure she's in one piece too. A breath, a nod, as those strong hands pull her to her feet "Ship down ..." is his two word answer as he spins on his heel. It's a sure and quick move, military precise. A last glance over his shoulder, meeting Maggie's gaze, afore he barks out, "At your back, Crow." <English>

   Medkit in hand, Maggie shadows Tash and Crow: a tight group. <English>

Being only two steps behind Janessa, Trask is the first to get to her. He slides in on his knees and gets his medical bag from around his shoulder, "hey, you tryin to copy me kiddo?" <English>

Elliot shoves his pistol in his pants and goes to look for Janessa. <English>

Marc lifts his head up from the dirt to survey the scene, nothing like failed crash landings in the evening eh? He manages to spy Foerga safe in the distance, and Maggie protected by the mysterious Tash. He sits up as gazes around at the destruction...the old saying never dies, because it's freaking beautiful...damn war junkie. As his package(Maggie) departs with Tash and Crow Marc decides it's time to kick it in gear. Booking it over to Foe, Morgan, and Kathryn.. <English>

(KirstenOOC) A pair of teens, one of each, emerge from behind a stack of crates. "This is so frakkin' cool", the boy moans, pulling out a handheld cam and bringing it to his face, zooming in orgasmically on the bloody bodies and panning ecstatically across the burning debris. "Check out that burning kid." The girl, still pulling on her tank top, gives him a disgusted look and exits stage left, leaving her erstwhile lover to his orgy of unpleasant camerawork. <English>

The scream from the girl atop of her garner's an even more extreme reaction from Danielle. What was once confusion and shock in her mind is now panic and relentless worry for Nikki. "Fricken' A." She hisses under her breath, once she's done wailing an insane cry, while her muscles spasm from the force produced from the crash nearby. Recognizing that something has hurt the russin girl on top of her, she shifts, quickly taking Nikki's burnt hand, holding it, and her arm tightens around the other girl. "SHIT. Nikki, are you alright?" Duh. Of course she's not, but her panic is causing her to ask dumb questions. <English>

Crow looks to Tash and Maggie and decides their cargo isn't worth it. Rising up to full height, the gypsy keeps his hood up and starts to weave a path with those in tow off of the tarmac towards the fringes of it. One hand on the hilt of his sword, he pulls a scarf out and pours some water from a canteen onto it. Wrapping it around his face after stomping out his cigarette, he motions for his shadows to do the same if they can. He tries to lead them on a safe path away from the assembled ships, but still within distance. Simply trying to find a place that's safe, they are.
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   Gunny looks across the tarmac and the chaos that abounds there. He spots the Heart again and watches long enough to see both Liz and Corin come down the ramp and smiles slightly. "Heart looks ok mei mei. I just saw both Liz and Corin out and movin around." he reaches to his belt and pulls his icomm out. <English>

Seeing Kat try to get up, Foerga places a hand on her shoulder. "No, stay down, Kat. You got something in your leg." she tells the woman, only halfway expecting her to listen. She didn't expect Morgan to notice, but she fell below them and had a better angle. Still coughing, she holds the girl down and tries to get a better look at what's stuck in her leg. Just then, she sees Marc coming up and waves him over, "Marc, can you give me a hand here?" she calls, gesturing to Kat. <English>

Sparrow takes the offered hand, muttering a slight stream of possibly choice metaphors in Gaelic as she at once levers more upright, and extricates herself from the strap of the bigger medical kit, with a free hand shielding her eyes a bit, "Isnat a thing," she says, about her own spill. "Save all the rescue gear is back with our own ship." She frowns, "Doctor, you all right? Appears we've got a job of work tae be doing, here." <English>

Itzal's attention is drawn towards Nikki and the little noble, His brow lifting slightly as he slowly helps Xian up as he begins to stand up. "Xian..Burn victim.." His hands releasing the little buddhist of fury as he looks around once more before begining to make his way towards Daniella and Nikki. <English>

   The hatch of the Spectral Heart open and Liz and Corin step out, medical gear in hand. The pair pause just outside the scout ship to survey the damage that made such a noise. Corin looks over at Liz and says. "Holy hell.." he looks back over the scene of the carnage and then turns to Liz. "We need to find a location for triage and separate the critical from the routine." He says, she knows that of course... but he wants her to be sure that he is on the same page with her and they start to move forward from the side of the Heart. <English>

McCain moves into the crowd, and 'accidentally' throws an elbow to the camera man's face. He pauses, points, and laughs, "Look, a bleeding dumbass kid." and shakes his head, "Get out of the gorram way if you're not going to help." and glares at the two boys, "Now is the time for you to leave..." he says. He looks around to see if someone saw him and goes on to try and help. <English>

   Coughing, Maggie calls a halt. "need to set up a triage point. Upwind, so the smoke doesn't get injured coughing. Find the other docs, Crow? Tash, we need a cleared area with cover from the fire, if it gets bigger." <English>

   Jeremiah sits up and watches the people hard at work. If not for the fuel and the monkey, he'd head in there to try and pull any survivors out - but Lilac has no water, and he's unsure how they're going to put out the flames. Jeremiah pulls his backpack around to his front, and opens it up, taking Barbossa back out, as well as his Starshot. "Where there's smoke, there's fire." He checks the ammunition, and then pays attention to what no one else seems to be checking - the sky. <English>

Jade emerges from the Cargo Bay of the Scarab class vessel, the Traveller, a bit of urgency in her normal deadly elegant and graceful steps. The sight reflected in her large violet blue eyes, those one might compare to a hawks, hamper her liquid like movements for a second, a stutter if you will. "Christ on a cracker," The women says in a soft rim accented voice, mostly to herself. She starts down the ramp towards the Tarmac now, gloved hands looping their thumbs through her gun belt. Her violet blue orbs scan the disaster, shaking her head ever so slightly in disbelief even though the situation is very real. After a moment a finger goes to her ear bud triggering her comm. <English>

    Getting her breath back, she shakes her head and reaches over to help Sparrow and grab one of the cases. "I think the other can wait. This is a mess, Triage is in effect, Itzal you have the com." She looks over at Chovian and Johnny as she rips off her wig and tosses it on the floor. "I think I have a cracked rib." She her breath wheezes but she moves down the plank. "Cho I need wet sheets, stat." <English>

Janessa looks back at McCain and nods grabbing at her leg "Soon...as I...can move." She looks at Track, gritting her teeth together. "Yeah..copying you is..my life goal. Fucking christ this hurts, Billy." She pushes herself up a bit to try and help move the chunk of shuttle some. <English>

   Tash follows Crow, for one heartbeat and then two. And then he skids toa bloody quick halt, reaching out an arm to tag their rewmate. He turns, looking at the wreakage itself. Sharp eyes try and peer through the smoke and tortured metal. "Crow ..." There's finally an edge to his softspoken words, "Crow ... what brought her down!?!" he then turns, heading towards the slain eagle of steel. <English>

Sink large hands grasp the sides of the Panacea's Passage hatch. Steady, steady, he tries to make the worlds steady. He's alive, he knows that, but his brain hasn't managed to figure out which way is up, so he holds and presses and grasps the solid, "Lirin, dear, next time, please, may I fly, or at least land?" He looks like he's been tossed about, like a gerbil in a dryer. He moves down the Passage's ramp arms looking for balance when something hits, and there's noise, then there's silence, and explosions and flames, and balance is missing again and he stumbles, not seeing what he believes, not believing what he sees. He gasps when he hits all fours, needing air, suddenly realizing that he needs to be some one else, that shock is unacceptable. Pull it together solider. He moves to one knee, then stands and focuses on Lirin, and moves to her side, "Dear,", he says quietly, "Come on, lets get to work." <English>

Slipping her wrench out of her belt Kuyio touches Gunny's arm, "I want to try and get c...c....c..closer.. there m..m...m..may be someone alive in th..th..there!" Moving to head down the ramp and towards the fire. <English>

Nikki  swore, and sort of knelt, trying not to aggravate the thing. "I'll be fine. I just...I just need a bandage." She swore again, and tried to put her palm into her mouth to suck on it. What? she's uneducated. "Fuckin' ain't it just..." She tried to lick at the burn, but undoubtedly Danielle would stop her. Sigh. A stress nosebleed started, because unfortunately she sometimes got those. <English>

Roland doesn't have time to wait for anyone from the Dochasan Lasair to get suited up, and heads right back down the ramp as fast as he came, now carrying two fire extinguishers in his lap. Not that the two tiny canisters are likely going to do much good, but he can't just sit by idle with people injured and dying. As he heads full tilt to the crash site, he eyes the victims and wreckage all around him, his expression going from shocked and sad for the suffering to positively haunted. "Dear God, no..." he mutters to himself, perhaps a little louder and more forefully than he would've liked. <English>

"Mah leg feels fine..." Kathryn naturally insists, but stays put when Foe pushes her back down onto the ground. "Just wet or somethang." Her right pant leg of her jean is quickly starting to match her hair color and the denim soaks up the blodo that is pouring out. That piece of tarmac is very nearly a perfect triangle and about 2 feet long on each side is sticking out the backside of her right thigh. "Doc, there's other peoples hurt. We need to go help them." Andreniline or no, the red-headed gal starts to shiver. "Did it suddenly get cold, or izzit just me?" <English>

--Admin-- OOC: Inara says, "Okay, just to make it easier, and so I don't miss anyone.. those of you who go to check out the downed ship..There's a pretty sizeable hole in viewport and in the hull.. also, if anyone goes inside the ship.. there are 8 people on board, all pretty badly injured.. most in critical condition. Broken bones, internal injuries, 2nd and 3rd degree burns.."

   Shell shocked is a good term for what Lirin's experiencing at the moment. Stupid de'ja vu kicking in big time. Good thing Sink came along to snap her back to where she needs to be. Slowly lowering her arm from over her head, she raises it up slowly and nods to him with a meek smile. "Thank you.", she whispers as she pushes herself up and hurries towards the wreckage. Hearing talk on her comlink, she raises it to her lips and responds. <English>

Chovian blinks, looking to Xian and nodding a bit, a glance to Sparrow then Itzal before he moves up the ramp once more. "Right, wet cloth-things, will get soon, be right back." Unless of course it's one of the items they had brought out, not too experienced with the medical things Cho is. <English>

Crow doesn't look back at the wreckage as he finds a spot for triage that's upwind. Looking to Maggie, he helps her to the ground there and finally turns to look over port. "I don't know what the hell brought that ship down. So stay close!" He calls out, cursing under his breath in Romany. Rubbing his cross a few times, he covers his eyes a bit and starts looking towards the sky.
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   Itzal's travel towards the two is stopped by the ship that had found in the cards of fate the wonderful choice of falling from the sky in a ball of fire. His right hand lifting to move over his mouth to try and protect from the smoke as he looked over the ship and began to look for a way inside. <English>

Morgan gets over near the wreckage and shields his face with his left arm and hand, climbing onboard to see if there are any survivors inside. "Son of a bitch.. that was a hot ride in." he scans the shuttle and transmits on his comm, "This is Morgan on board the crashed shuttle, we have.. 7...8, I repeate 8 people on board badly injured but alive. Lot of burn damage, medics get here asap." he looks around to try and find out what made the hole. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Morgan says, "This is Morgan on board the crashed shuttle, we have.. 7...8, I repeate 8 people on board badly injured but alive. Lot of burn damage, medics get here asap." <English>

Danielle does her best to sit up, stopping Iztal heading towards her and Nikki through the corners of her eyes. She still holds her russian friend, while doing her best to hold /herself/ together, emotionally. She's not hurt at all, thankfully, save for the bruise she'll probably have over her behind for the next couple of days. Fervidly, she tries to calm Nikki down, "No! Don't touch it!" She cautions the other girl, gently guiding the burnt hand away from Nikki's mouth. A set of tears falls down Danielle's cheeks, running like quicksilver over her skin before soaking into her blonde hair. Using a bit of that strength she's retained from countless soccer practices, she hefts both herself and Nikki up into a couching position, trying to inch away from the flames and ruin of the crash. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Xian says, " On my way." <English>

Trask chuckles softly and nods slowly, "Jan, mei mei, just keep talkin honey." He retrieves a tournequette and wraps it around Janessa's leg, just above her knee, "you've got some cuts on your face but they're easy treated..." He frowns, "you know all about crushing injuries and their risks, so I'm not gonna lie to you..." He sighs and glances around gingerly and calls, "anyone here got muscles? I need this debris lifted Eh-Sap." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Itzal says, "I am there Morgan, Do you see a way inside." <English>

   "Looks like Liz and Corin are ok for the moment Kuyio." Gunny says as the woman starts to move off. He calls into the ship to start getting things set up for Liz and follows Kuyio to assist if she needs it. <English>

Sparrow takes hold of Xian, batting at Xian's smoldering wig and then making to remove it, "Oh, look at the state of this fancy hair of yours." She looks about the field, "All right," she calls out to her crewmates, "Remember that first rule, donat become a casualty." Shew looks to Chovian, we'll need extinguishers and blankets, and shovels, crowbars, thae like." <English>

"What is it?" Marc grunts, catching a knee next to Foerga but allowing his head to scan around the port and even the sky for potential dangers. It's not until he looks down to the injuired Kathryn does he furrow his brow, "That can't be healthy Aladeran." He advises the woman with something protruding from her leg. <English>

    "Water to bring the heat out too, I need that hover stretchers as well." Xian tries to call back to him. Her chest hurts but it can be ignored until later. Placing the case down she takes her lab coat off and wraps it around her face and picks up the case of medical equipment as she makes her way towards the down ship. <English>

There are only so many people who can get in to the crashed shuttle, so McCain helps with the hoses, directing the high pressure foam around over the fires, trying to avoid drowning the survivors or the rescue workers. Focused on putting out the fires with the rest of the emergency personel, he keeps an eye out for other strangeness, periodically looking up to the sky for the bolt which downed the small craft. <English>

Aodhain comes out of the Lasair, wearing his dark green duster, carrying a fire extingisher like Roland. He follows the man in the wheelchair, pausing at the top of the ramp to look around at the wreckage. He lifts his right hand to touch the transmitter of his earpiece. "Le's ge' s'more fire extingishers ou' here. Zoey, ye migh' wan' ta come ou', medical emergency on th' downed ship." Then he walks on off the ramp and heads for the downed ship, hefting his fire extingisher. His intent is obvious: Try to put out as much of the fire on the ship as possible. <English>

Kuyio starts breaking into a run, trying to get to the ship. Trying to move in as close as she can, pipe wrench in hand to help use to try and pry pieces of wreckage off of people. "J.. j.. jon! Help me!... It's too h..h.hot!" <English>

   Moving over to Foerga and kat, Maggie steps up behind the other doc. "Want me to take over? Got a holding area set up out of the smoke, and Tash can help lift Kathryn out of the mess here." <English>

    From her pocket Xian takes out a com unit and starts to talk into it. "On my way." <English>

(KirstenOOC) McCain's teen slinks off, whining and clutching at his nose and muttering threats that, even if they weren't made almost incomprehensible by the blood bubbling in his throat, are about as actually threatening as a chocolate teapot.
A hugely obese man bleeding profusely from a head wound wanders aimlessly about. "Has anyone seen my dog? Please. I've lost my dog. Has anyone seen my dog?" The sharp-eyed, who are not currently engaged in rescue or first aid, might spot a mangy mutt whining in the shadows, one leg twisted at a sickening angle; it keeps trying to stand, and fails. <English>

   Sev Edward Desera, XO of the Dochasan Lasair and ready to cave in the snot locker of someone's face rather than deal with huge infernos or the like. This was worse though and he was somehow needed which meant putting down the large and unwieldy mask sitting atop his thick tendrils of hair. A moment later, it drops to his face. Rifle and backpack are to his back and he's following right behind the roll of Roland, slinging a second NBC mask to him and looking for one to give to Aodhain. Given any other situation, the man could crack a joke about Rolling Rolands; but, instead, he's uttering low and quiet words under his breath. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Lirin says, "This is Doctor Lirin Dumont, I am on my way to the shuttle now. I repeat, I'm on my way to the shuttle now." <English>

   Twitch comes out of the the Mercury, which is landed as far out from the wreck as she could get and still be on the pad. Coming down almost at the same time it crashed, she barely got out of the way of the flaming ship's decent. She stands looking over the disaster, mouth slightly open, trying to see where she can be of use. She slings her rifle and then moves down the ramp. As she moves closer the smoke starts to get to her. Pausing she pulls an NBC mask out and puts it on before moving in closer to try and help. Spotting what look to be doctors setting a triage point, she heads that way. Pointing to the Mercury she says "I have a full medbay on board but no doctor. Use it if you need it." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Morgan says, "Yea, just avoid the fire and fuel. we're going to need to get these people out of here incase the reserve fuel goes up. Get some extinguishers to put out as much of the fires as you can. Doc Dumont, they're busted up pretty bad in here." <English>

Itzal's right hand moves away from his mouth to tap his com unit as he continues to search, After a moment he finds the entrance into the ship and slowly begins to ease inside. His eyes looking to the whole in the ship his brow lifting slightly before he shakes his head and moves inside further to assist in the movement of people. <English>

Elliot steps closer to try and help as much as he could. Giving aid to whoever need extra man power. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Itzal says, "Xian, I am inside the wreck. We need some stretchers to get these folk out without hurtin em worse." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Xian says, " Where is triage being set up? This is Doctor Xian Nu Ashcroft. *she says in a muffled voice.*" <English>

   Corin continues forward with Liz at his size and he stops short, his hands shaking. He looks over at Liz and he reaches out taking hold of her arm. "Liz.. hold up.." He says and then he leans over and he says something to her, quietly, and then he leans down and he picks up a section of the shuttles shattered hull. The metal is not only bent, but it's peeled. He blinks, looking at what he has in his hands for a long moment before he looks at Liz and then says. "Liz.. this.." He holds out the panel. "This hole.. it's from weapons fire.." He looks towards the shuttle with a horrified expression. "Someone shot at this ship.." He says to her and then he moves on with her, closing on the battered hull of the shuttle. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Lirin says, "We'll take as many as we can to the hospital. if there's an overload, we can use my ship. It's small but it's basically a traveling emergency room. I have everything we'd need on board." <English>

Zoey strides out of the Dochasan Lasair about a dozen steps behind Aodhain. She takes an NBC Mask from Sev who follows after her and slips it on, "I'm right behind you, Dhain. Let's organize a triage location. We got a canopy or anything we could set up? Preferably in white so people can see it? Get injured brought over to it so we can figure out who needs help first." <English>

As they roam Jade's eyes stop upon Trask and Janessa and while the older man look perfectly fine, or at least what this warrior women would define as fine, Janessa ant lookin all that good. After acknowledging her orders via Com., she makes sure her Lightfoot can be drawn and fired in at least two moves, turning the safety off before sliding it back into her holster. The warrior women's booted legs bring her to the Pinned women and their goodly Doctor, kneeling and surveying the situation. "I'm fast, but I ant what ya call 'professional' when it comes to liftin' but we can try." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] McCain says, "Set up triage under the C314 Skyhook maked Panacea's Passage." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Xian says, " I copy that, wet sheet and lots of water will be needed as well." <English>

   Tash looks at the wreakage, at the tossled ship, and rises. He draws a heavy panel of russet across his face and bolts inwards. "Make sure Maggie stays safe ... she gets hurt, my turn to slam your face ..." One step away and then two, and then he heads in; towards the fallen ships bow. He tests the metal, the heat, to clamber towards the shattered view scren. His gaze slips over the form of the split fueselage, before trying to kick away viewscreen to see inside ... <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Morgan says, "Copy that, everyone hear that? Triage under the Skyhook Panacea's Passage." <English>

Sparrow pulls on a pair of leather work gloves, and hoists up her case, as well as anything she can find for a lever, and taking out a mask from one of the cases, making her way over to the area where the shuttle is. <English>

Sink follows after Lirin, his leg slow at first, unsteady, then after several steps finds a steadiness and a clarity of purpose. He knows his place in the next few moments, he's to be a tool to be directed and as such he keeps pace with his director. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Xian says, " Please direct walking wounded to the location." <English>

Tani thinks outloud, "Ok, got the one that doesn't leave harsh chems on skin...set for low velocity fog..." she gets as low and close as she can "Whoevers getting them, when I spray MOVE, I'll knock the heat down, but it only has a bout thirty seconds at low velocity wide fog." she moves towards the fuel and the worst of it and starts to spray.... a cloud of chemspray fires from the long nozzle and she sweeps it side to side over the flames and the route to the victims. "Nontoxic safe for all ages..." she grumbles and moves away from the smoke and fumes. "Someone bring me a reload just in case? Type 3 extinguisher, dual canister?" <English>

 Liz keeps a close position next to Corin as they exit the ship and they begin to head towards the fallen shuttle. Her medical bag is clutched tightly in her hand as she looks around for anyone who might need medical assistance. She pauses just a moment as Corin points out the holes in the ship and takes a look, for herself. "Comm Lirin and find out where she is. I'm going to start heading for the hospital and let them know that we're about to have an influx. Have her gather any available medical staff and meet me there. The more critical ones, send them my way.. and triage everyone else here. Get Kuyio to help you and anyone else who knows *anything* about first aid and can be of assistance." She then turns and begins to quickly head off in the direction of the hospital to prepare for the worst. <English>

Chovian looks back as he legs it up the ramp. "Ah, right, stretcher and crowbar and.." brow knitting a bit. "Waters." He clears his throat. "Well is better way of doing.." He dissapears inside the Draba, returning a few moments later atop a Mule, one of the four-wheel kind with a trailer attatched to the back. It seems the Romany decided to toss an empty crate on the back and fill it with bottles of water and all the medical supplies he could find, a few sheets too, actual bedding. The hover stretcher has been tossed on the trailer. The man drives it down the ramp and along toward Xian. "Is good? What else?" A pause. "Extinguishers, have one on Mule somewhere.." <English>

"What ain't?" Kat asks and tries to squirm so she can see what the hell Marc is talking about. And then Maggie comes over. "Mags? Did tha whole clinic come here? If'n so, help me up so's I can move bodies ta tha ship. Doc Foe won't lemme up ta help." <English>

Crow puts his hands to his lips and emits a LOUD SHRILL WHISTLE. Standing next to Maggie, upwind, he yells as loud as he can from his spot. "TRIAAAAAGE! OVER HERE!" He barks out, nudging Maggie. "Wave at them an' get your bag ready..." He adds, turning his eyes to the sky again. He's spent enough time on the rim to keep his eyes for additional signs of trouble. Watching the skies...he maintains a watch over the triage point.
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A frown in hearing all the com static, and Foerga looks down at Kat. An exhalation and she is tearing a strap of her shirt off to bind Kat's leg tightly, before looking up at Marc once more. "There's a triage set up under the Skyhook Panacea's Passage. I need Kat sent there and for the sake of gorram hell, don't let anyone take out that shrapnel until I can get her into a bed. I need to see what I can do at the crash site to assist. Make sure she doesn't try to follow, then come back." she explains to Marc in a no nonsense voice, even as she glares a warning down to Kat as well. <English>

   Gunny moves up along side Kuyio and pulls a set of gloves out of the inside of his jacket. He slides the gloves on and flexes the fingers of his big hands. Hoping his armor and gloves will fade some of the heat he begins to pull the pieces aside and out of the way. He looks over the holes in the hull and canopy with a shake of his head. "Those are blast holes. Probably a RPG or something similar. These people were shot down." He says and continues to work quickly but carefully. <English>

Nikki shakes her head as if to clear it, and wipes Dani's eyes with her good hand, murmuring something comforting sounding in russian. Using her knife, she cut a strip of cloth from her pants, and wrapped up the wound with her teeth. Damn. "You stay here, . I am going to look. See if anyone needs help." She said, using both hands to gingerly pull Dani's head to kiss the brow. At which point she stands up, and calmly makes her way to the dog. The animal is hurt, and she passes through the crowd toward it, approaching carefully, and speaking in a soothing manner. In russian. She holds her arms out, and makes a beckoning motion as she approaches. The dog undoubtedly growls, but she ignores it, and would take the creature into her arms if no one stopped her. It would undoubtedly bite her, but she wasn't going to mind that none. <English>

   Moving quickly through the crowds saying 'Scuse me. 'Scuse me' repeatedly, Lirin continues to speak into her comlink. When done, she looks back slightly to Sink and says, "They're going to be setting up triage at my ship. Would you please go back and make sure everyone goes where they are supposed to while I work on the wounded in the shuttle?" <English>

Roland is over to the Shuttle faster than his shippmates thanks to the extra bit of speed his chair cranks out. He quickly surveys the scene, and is more than just a bit wary of the flames. He gulps down the lump in his throat, tries to find his courage, and begins blasting at the outermost fingers of flame on the tarmac. <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Sparrow says, "Itzal, we may not have much time, here, they got a better chance without dallying about it, do the best you can freeing them up, I'll see if I can't get in."" <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Itzal says, "Heard." <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Xian says, " I have a Mule and streacher with me along with water and sheets to cool them off, we are almost there." <English>

Itzal's right hand moves to the communications device clicking it twice before speaking. "Heard." His form moving amongst the injured as he begins to search for someone who may actually have some clue what the hell happened to put such a large hole in the ship. His eyes searching the wounded to try and assess them with his basic medical knowledge. <English>

(KirstenOOC) The injured dog snaps and whines at Nikki as she takes it in her arms. It's trembling hard, petrified with pain and fear. It's also a flea-ridden, mangy brute, with an ear torn off in some long-ago disagreement. The huge man, his moon-face crinkling into a gap-toothed smile of adoration, spots Nikki and shambles towards him; he's dressed in a leather duster large enough to house a family of four. <English>

   "Sonofa-" Maggie glares after Tash, then turns to face Crow "I'll kick him later." Right now, though, there are wounded to check, and people to move, and she starts working her way methodically through the injured, doing what she can.
OOC - I'll skip posing from this point unless something happens: Maggie will just be doing support and triage on patients. <English>

Sparrow waves Chovian along to a good spot, takes advantage of some of the extinguisher stuff flying about to soak herself a bit... for what good a kilt and duster may be for dealing with a fire situation, and picks her way toward the fire, shouting through the mask, "Got tae move, Itzal, and... as quick as she can, chooses passenger or that can be moved or helped out of the place, "This one! Take care the neck! She picks another, herself, and, starts half-lifting, half-guiding them out of the wreckage. <English>

EDIT...Right about now the strain of 26 os so characters gets some relief as Inara splits us up into different rooms depending on what the character's focus was to be. Twitch stayed with the shoot-em-up crowd so that is what most of the following will be.

--Admin-- OOC: Inara says, "Anyone who is medical and is planning on going to the hospital to help out, can head there. Anyone who is investigating the ship.. head into town square. Everyone else, who wants to investigate and see where the shots came from, or who.. stay here.."

Janessa nods looking at Trask "I know..I know." She looks at her legg and keeps singing songs in her head to take her mind off he pain. "Keep talking...okay okay" She grabs her comm and speaks into it once Triage has been aranged "This is Doctor Janessa Bellfore...we...have a lot of med supplies on the Traveller, We'll get them out there shortly." She looks around and sees Elliot and grabs Trasks arm, gripping it tightly as a pain shoots up her leg. "ELLIOT!" <English>

[100.00 MHZ] Janessa says, "This is Doctor Janessa Bellfore...we...have a lot of med supplies on the Traveller, We'll get them out there shortly." <English>

    Xian coughs from behind her makeshift mask as she moves into the shuttle area. Her eyes begin to water from the stench of burnt flesh and fuel and other synthetic fabrics that are burning in this area. Her steps are careful. When Cho reaches her she smiles at him. "Get on the bull horn and tell the walking wounded to get themselves to C314 Skyhook make Panacea's Passage. But I need the sheets the water and the stretchers follow me.." Pressing her com she mutters into it. Once she reaches wreckage, she starts to cough more as she wades through it. "Give me a wet sheet Chovian." She calls to him loudly, through her despite the make shift mask. She steps into the wreakage to help move folks to the triage area. <English>

Nikki smiled a little, comfortingly to the man. "Radnaya..." She called to Danielle, and when the woman approached, she would have gestured with her head that they ought to head to the hospital. "Radnaya, we should take him. I have 'is dog, and 'e zhinks I don't know what, but we must goo." Her nose had a little track of dried blood. It would be funny if the dog started licking it, lul. <English>

 "Your in control here Nessa. Pain just means you're alive... Welcome it." Jade says in a confidence filled voice, almost cheering on Janessa as she helps to pull the stuff pinning her leg down just off the Ramp of the Traveller "Gorram this shit is fuckin' heavy." Her face turns red with the strain of working her muscles, looking like she's been out for a fifteen mile run within just a few seconds. <English>

The young noble girl squirms on the ground, though her spasmodic movements cease when Nikki pecks her over the brow. It takes her a while to notice that the russian girl has departed already, and she's way too damn scared to even blush. "WAIT." Danielle snaps, scrambling to get herself up and follow after Nikki. She arrives just as her partner takes the dirty, flea-infested dog into her arms. "Careful! It looks absolutely filthy..." She pleads with Nikki, before her eyes happen upon the injured man staggering on over to them, and she stiffens. "The hospital...? Right, you're hurt!" Her lower lip is bitten down on as she moves closer to Nikki, placing a hand gently around the girl's waist, incase the burn over her back proves to be too much for her. "Come on... Looks like all three of you need attention." Danielle says, while looking from the girl to the dog, and then to the man before her. <English>

Elliot searching the debris, until he heard what he thought was Janessa and turns to head for the direction he heard her voice. "Janessa?" All this was a bloody damn nightmare. He trudged onward. <English>

Morgan comes back out of the wreckage and gets out of the medics way, "jesus, what a mess.. something put a serious hole in that shuttle." he looks around at the damage and the debris, and the wounded. "What a damned mess." <English>

Crow, standing just off the main tarmac to avoid the debris, has been watching the sky with quite some interest. SOMETHING had to bring that thing down, and he wasn't too eager to find out what it was. Praying for meteorites, he keeps his wet scarf over his face and then quickly looks to see who's got available transport at the moment. Sighing, he wishes he had stopped for more ammo just in case. He looks back to the sky and nods to McCain, recognizing him from the day before.
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(KirstenOOC) The dog starts to lick Nikki's nose, temporarily distracted by her warmth, and gazes up at her with wide rheumy eyes. The huge man waddles over, his moon-face lit up with gratitude. "You found Lenin. Bart was missing Lenin." He frowns, concern darkening his face. "Little lady got hurt?" <English>

Roland hands off one of his extinguishers to a bystander, quickly going through his own. While the couple of canisters didn't do much to the fire, the hoses seem to be doing quite a bit of good. Satisfied that he has done all that he can, he withdraws a bit and tries to clear his nostrils of the sickening smell of burning fuel and charred flesh. <English>

 Okay, so... here is how it is... Lilac Spaceport, about about 4 o'clock local time, the sun in mid sky, a group of armed men approach from the south of the spaceport.

Crow is making his way forward from the triage area and back onto the flight deck. A scarf still around his face and his hood up, he's got one eye to serve his purposes as he scans around the wreckage. Trying to find McCain again, someone he recognizes, he wanders in the direction of the wreckage. Tapping his earbud, he does an icom check to Maggie, who went toward the hospital.
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Morgan spots the men approaching and opens up a pouch on his vest bringing out the binos as he trys to ID the new arrivals. "Well, the welcome wagon approaches? Wonder if any of them are packing whatever put the hole in that shuttle.." he moves a little closer to the shuttle, making sure to use it as partial cover while he tries to get his ID. <English>

(KirstenNPC) The huge man is still hovering protectively over Nikki and Danielle and Lenin, the dog, his duster flapping in the breeze. "Little lady go to hospital, get fixed up?" he asks worriedly. The bloody-nosed teen has slunk off, but his girlfriend is actually helping out with the walking wounded, trying to guide them to the spaceport buildings for want of anywhere better to go - and, well, if there's any unattended luggage that looks stealable, that might just get guided elsewhere, too. The longshoreman with the severed arm is, rather sadly, one of the deceased by now; there was nothing that could be done, and his yellowed eyes are staring up emptily into the sky with a perpetual look of confusion, his expression still wistfully yearning for that last cigarette that never came. <English>

Well if today has been fan-fucking-tastic, ships dropping out of sky without the common decency to overshoot the spaceport. "Begorramn jackass's." Marc mumbles, as he loses sight of his two doctors, a simple job, a cake walk, a milk run..shit canned over one wayward flaming shuttle. "Well.." Marc mumbles, as he scans the horizon out of boredom fingers fishing out a fresh cigarette. "Heads up, got a group coming in from the south!" Marc calls out to the group, the man himself moves to find some form of hard cover. <English>

Danielle's eyes are on the huge man, and all thoughts of exactly how disgusting she figures his coat is are placed in the back of her mind. "He's right, Nikki. We should go..." she urges the girl beside her, her arm still held lightly around Nikki and the injured dog. While she glances upwards, something catches her eye, and she squints to get a better look at what appears to be a squad of approaching men. For a moment or so, she's silent, and her hold tightens around Nikki, ".... Is that the Alliance?" <English>

Nikki had caught sight of something, and it made the pale girl turn nearly the color of bleached paper as she held the whining dog, and the obese man looked at her worriedly, and Danielle as well. She kept a smile on her face, though for those who were good at reading people--and I mean real good, since Nikki had experience with hiding bad portents, bein' from a smugglin' family and all--as she turned to Danielle. "Radnaya," She said, before uttering the Russian word for Danger. She used her eyebrows to make it clear that Danielle shouldn't flip out, but she grabbed the girl's arm with her free one, before nodding to the man. "Yes. We go to hospital. You come too, da? Will look after Lenin as well. 'E was lookink for you. You must come too, or he will miss you." And then she utters the Russian word for guns. "Is not Alliance. What I see...makes me think they are..." and she muttered another word in Russian. <English>

Roland hears the cries of armed men approaching and scans the area for cover high enough to cover him in his seated position. Before too long, he finds a stack of crates marked 'Foodstuffs,' and figures this to be safe enough cover for the time being. He swallows hard, draws his machine pistol, and flicks the safety off before bowing over in his chair, one hand over his eyes...could he be crying? <English>

"Elliot! Over here!" Janessa yells over to where she heard his voice, her own voice cracking. "I know Jade, I'm trying honest I am." She turns her attention to Jade and keeps talking, the pain getting to be unbearable as her leg is now throbbing, crushed under the debris. From the corner of her eye she sees the same group everyone else does and her heart starts to race. "Billy? we need to hurry. Grab my gun if you need it, I can't reach it." She looks around to see who's left and nods. "Jade? Get ready okay? Not sure what this is but my stomach hurts." <English>

Trask shakes his head slowly, "I can't use guns..." He frowns, "and I'm too concerned having you not die on me." <English>

McCain purses his lips as he listens to something on his iComm. He looks to the men fighting the fires and makes sure they have the hose as he makes his way toward the south edge of the spaceport. As he moves he slides the compact FN-P117 from where it's slung across his back into his hands. He moves through the people, who strangely get out of the way of a man moving purposefully with a submachine gun in his hands. He looks around for something to use as cover and settles for the landing strut of one of the ships on the field, crouching on one knee, and aiming through the optics of the weapon at the oncoming vehicle. <English>

   Twitch moves through the mess trying to help with the mess, Moving apiece of wreckage to clear the way here and helping with the movement of a stretcher there. No use with first aid but strong for a woman and not worried about getting her hands dirty or a nail broken. No one here really that she knows that she has noticed in the confusion so she just keeps wading through the smoke and lending a hand. <English>

Jade looks between Trask and Janessa as she puts a finger on her Icom, mumbling electronic like voices coming from it, the words nothing but noises at the moment however the warrior women can here them clearly. Her hawk like violet blue orbs glance the south, unable to pick up anything at the moment except for some sort of vehicle coming there way. A flash of urgency moves across her features, upholstering her weapon and holding it readily at her side. "Billy, this is what ya need ta do. Ya need ta get Janessa here the fuck back on the ship, dong ma? If there's gunfire, you stay in the ship till it stops and me or Cap'n call ya over the com, kay?" <English>

   Corin looks around, now more and more convinced that there was foul play involved in this shuttle crash. He looks around the wreckage and he shakes his head. "Hit em hard.. yeah.. sure did." He says to himself and he starts around to get a look at the front of the ship. He looks over the blast holes and marks and he shakes his head once again. He hears the other talking about men, and he turns and looks off in their direction. "Yeah.. looks to be about 10.. mixed team." He murmurs. He narrows his eyes against the sun and the sting of smoke and he drops his hand to his side, his gloved hand resting on the slightly worn handle of his sidearm. "I seriously doubt that these gents are coming over this way just to say hullo." He remarks. "Anyone 'fraid a getting in the midst of unpleasantness.. might wanna find another place ta be." He says and then takes a look around, making sure that he is not behind anything with fuel in it or the like. He reaches up and tightens the buckles on his armored vest. "I just got shot last week.. Liz is going to kill me I get shot again." He says. He lifts his iCom to his lips and says something quietly over the comm and then puts it back into his pocket in his vest and waits for the men coming in to get closer. He gives a tug on his Accuracy International, making sure that it's loose and free in it's holster, his other hand checks the HK USP in his other vest holster. <English>

Elliot spots the group heading their way, he hurries over to where Janessa was, trapped beneath the shuttle and he keeps the lightfoot within reach, ducking down til he could get to Janessa and he looks to those surrounding."I'm here, Janessa." He was breathing hard,face was dirty,as was his flight suit, sleeve of his flight jacket was torn,but that was the least of his worries. "Got company comin', we need to get to get this shuttle debris off of her" His voice chokes a bit. <English>

   "Them well better be warrior tears," Sev quietly, rather politely, informs Roland as he takes a seat next to the man in the chair. He wouldn't let the other man get all of the fun with the foodstuffs he currently rests his back against. The previously-donned mask is in his lap and his pack is next to him, rifle set up in his arms. Quite coincidentally he already had the safety set off. He shifts around in the heavy brown cloth of his duster as once-prior equipment digs into the small of his back. He closes his eyes for a long moment while out of relative view before looking over his shoulder and around the area. <English>

   Hearing the words of people coming in and the hole in the hull Itzal quickly rolls from the ship, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he brings his right hand down to clutch his side before moving around the back of the ship where it seemed others had began to gather. His eyes moving to the little group dealing with Janessa hearing the girls words causes his brow to lift. His hand moving behind him into his pack to remove a pistol tossing it to her before turning and drawing out his VP just incase there were to be issues with the incoming group. His head slowly peeking out to try and catch a glimpse in the direction morgan seemed to be looking. <English>

    Down Range to the South, the group of armed men approaching from the south of the spaceport. It becomes clear now they are moving in a left wing formation, guns pointed at the ground as they see men reading to fight, that take that as an open invite to open fire...the sound of AK-47s opening fire down range, tracers down range

Morgan drops his binos as the firing starts and moves against the shuttle's hull using it as a shield from the oncoming hostiles, he slides his colt around and up to his hands, and aims downrange sighting up one of the men downrange, whichever one he can ID as the highest rank. <English>

The big man looks up, puzzled, at the oncoming folk that Nikki has seen. He blinks, pulling out a large and very dirty silk handkerchief, mopping his face - it doesn't so much clean the grime as redistribute it. "We go to hospital, it is best," he agrees after careful thought, and offers Nikki a massive, ham-like hand to stand with a rapidity that belies his bulk - like many big men, he can move very quickly should the occasion arise. "Perhaps we should run," he rumbles in all seriousness - he must be 400 lbs if he's an ounce. Well, if he runs, just don't get in front of him.
The teen girl, with someone else's heavy plastic suitcase clutched possessively to her chest (possession being nine points, etc), lets out a yip at the rattle of musketry and drops it, bolting like a startled rabbit towards the cover of a nearby ship. She almost makes it unscathed. Almost. Three yards from cover, she catches a richochet in her knee and goes down, tumbling and falling and crawling into safety and screaming bloody murder until she abruptly whimpers and falls silent, the realization that making an exhibition of yourself in a firefight is likely to lead to you being a target.
(KirstenOOC has to pose out at this point, but the big fella will do his best to escort Nikki and Danielle safely away and the teen chica has her own escape route planned. Laters all.) <English>

With the sights and sounds of people moving to take cover, Crow rules out birdstrike immediately. "Jesus christ..." Crow sighs quietly, drawing his pistol from behind his back. Racking it and disengaging the safety, he slides behind a mound of wreckage and breathes slowly. The crucifix around his neck dangles as he leans forward and peeks around the corner to get a better look at the incoming vehicle. That's when the gunfire starts. "I think this is a positive sign!" Crow calls out with a grin, sparing a glance at McCain before he raises his gun to return fire. "I know these types. If you offer to buy a small box of cookies from them that's managed to get smaller every year despite the cost of the cookies raising, they get some sort of fucking badge..." So what if it's a teenager's pistol. It's battlefield etiquette. Shoot back. He draws a bead on one of the gunmen, the gun bucks in his hands.
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Marc's fat ass makes waves for a nice piece of real estate untouched by the crash, a pile of grain bags. "Jackass's even stacked them for me." Marc muses with a grin as he gets settled behind them and strokes his rifles charging handle, not a moment too soon either. The shots are all too familiar, kalashnikov's, 'nasty bullets them' He ponders in his head as several hiss's and snap's can be heard. He keeps his body mass pressed against the bags of stacked food staple, "Not bad assholes..not bad!" Marc taunts, rising up and propping his weapon atop the sacks of grain before letting a few bursts rip from his AR. <English>

Danielle's eyes do not draw away from the marching group of people, and she watches them with a looming sense of dread. Her fears are confirmed when Nikki murmurs a few words in Russian to her, and surprisingly enough, she's able to comprehend them quite easily. Her gentle breathing quickly turns into a more haggard, desperate gasps, which in turn shift into a small whinge. "Death holders...?" She murmurs back to Nikki, roughly translating the Russian. Suddenly, her actions are much more urgent, "Alright, let's hurry up and haul ass. I don't want to be around for when they come..." Regardless of whether or not Nikki could comprehend the english she speaks, she utters a few hasty words to the girl in Russian as well, pivoting to exit the area and head over to the hospital. As the man begins making his escape, she tugs at Nikki's arm, and drags her along as well. <English>

Nikki took off, hauling the dog and trying to keep up with Dani's legs D< <English>

Roland wipes his face and turns to Sev, "Not quite, bit of a flashback. Nothing to worry about though, I'm here now." He chambers a round with a metallic clacking, and offers his XO a brief half-smile. "Thanks for checking up, and for getting my back." Clearing a narrow gap between two crates for a firing slot, he looks downrange in the direction of the firing. Without taking his eyes off what will soon be targets, he asks Sev, "You know, I haven't really needed to use this thing before - what's the plan?" <English>

Janessa nods to Elliot and takes hold of his arm with her free hand, the other still holding onto Trask's arm. The gunfire makes her head snap towards the men again and she swears, tugging on both their arms. "Shit, fuck! Get the fuck down, get this thing off me so I can get my gun. DAMMIT!" Pain shoots through her leg again and then it goes numb. She glances to McCain and casts a glance to Morgan before she looks down at it then to Trask. "It's numb. We need to fuckin hurry and get the fuck down...NOW!" <English>

"If we move her," Trask explains, "then the toxins released from 'er squashed muscles could be released into her bloodstream and kill her. Maybe." He frowns as a new person arrives on the scene, to Elliot, "you think I don't know that, sunshine?" He looks at Elliot's Lightfoot, "you bring that weapon any closer mister and Miss Jade here will create a new smile for ya." <English>

McCain sighs and takes a deep breath then exhales as the bad guys open fire, and in the moment of utter stillness at the end of his breath, he applies pressure to the trigger and releases a hail of automatic weapons fire, raking across the oncoming vehicle and it's occupants. He shouts from behind his landing strut, "Kill them before they get to defensive positions." <English>

   Twitch doesn't notice the men down range but when everyone in sight starts to dive mostly northish for cover, so does she in the same direction. Crouched in a kneeling position behing some heavy crates, she swings her HK MSG forward on it's sling, she starts looking for where the action is. There they are. Using the scope to aim the sniper rifle she fires at the enemy. Got one I think! <English>

Jade sighs, crouching down now as the sounds of AK models firing 7.62mm rounds hit her ears. Her eyes move of Janessa, "Calm down missy and I mean it." Her attention moves to Trask, "You either risk it or ya get shot up while she's layin' here helpless. You gave her leg a turnakit(sp) right? Worry bout her leg later, her /life/ is more important at the moment. She's dead quicker ifin' she stays out her." Her eyes move between Elliot and Janessa as the man with the Lightfoot arrives on scene. "No need for that Bill," she starts before addressing Elliot, "You're smart, you help the doctor here," she indicates Trask, "Lift it off her as you so specifically put it." <English>

   As the weapons fire breaks out, Corin drops to a knee and snatches his Accuracy Int'l from it's holster and he levels the weapon at the advancing men. He picks out one of them, the one in the lead who seems to be just a bit further out in front of the others. He aims and squeezes the trigger, aiming for a dad center shot of the man, tricky at this range to say the least, especially with a pistol, but then again.. this is what he does.. this is where he can make a difference. The weapon recoils in his hands, arms bending in a motion practiced so many times that it is sheer habit now.. the casing skittering across the tarmac with a soft jingle. <English>

Sev braces his commonwealth designed L1A1 Self Loading Rifle - 11214 against his shoulder and, with a 7.62 round chambered once more unto the breach, he unleashes the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune upon Porrello Squad so he might, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep.

   Itzal's eyes narrowed upon the group of approaching gunmen, His form quickly turning to move to the other side of the burned out shuttle before bringing up his VP. His index finger moving inside the trigger guard as the weapon was raised. The gun brought over the side of the cover that he was making use of as his index finger took up the slack, The barrel flashing brightly as the repeater was allowed to be fired. <English>

Elliot glances to Jade and then to Trask "You heard the lady, time's the essences. Let's get it done." He looks to Janessa. "hang in there." He could hear the shots whistling all around. <English>

   Sev quirks an eyebrow at the figures he spots and then tilts his head back to looking toward Roland. Them definitely weren't no warrior tears the other man was wielding. With his free hand, the XO taps the barrel of the L1A1 and offers the other man a solemn nod before turning over to fire back. Prior to pulling the trigger, with a wry smirk, "I reckon we shoot'm down fore we do their duties fer'em." He didn't much like smalltalk while taking out incoming gunmen. <English>

   Itzal's form slowly moved out from behind his cover noticing the group in the throws of death, His footsteps carrying him up towards one that seemed to be just clinging to that thread that seperated them from death. The VP raised once more and aimed at the man from close range before his pressed down on the trigger to end the man's life before he began to search him for possible profitable or nice little knicknacks and new toys. <English>

Morgan stands up and starts to approach the downed hostiles, his rifle at the ready. He calls out as he approaches, "Anyone still alive, drop your weapons or I'll put you down for good. Drop them /now./" he moves up and starts to secure the scene checking one of living the hostiles for ID, "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing out here? You shoot down the shuttle?" he looks past the group to see if there is anything else in the area. <English>

Elliot upon feeling the searing burning as it enters his thigh, and he grunts a bit. "goddamn it." he looks around to his leg and looks back to trask and Janessa. He'd be alright for the time being, though there was a sickening pit in his stomach. "Janessa??" <English>

   Crow's shoulder bucks backwards as a wild shot is released from his gun. Snarling, he feels the burn of a bullet lodging itself in the meat of his shoulder. "FUCK!" He snarls, being the rather poor bastard without the high powered weaponry that surrounds him. With merely a pea-shooter in his hands, he leans heavily against his cover and grits his teeth. Shrugging his hood off, his long hair falls down over his face. "Fucking bullets..." He grunts, leaning out a bit to keep an eye on the attackers.
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Marc lets himself slink back into cover after putting a number of rounds downrange, now came the inevitable counter return fire. And sure enough the slow familiar pops of Ak rounds sound off to the south as the bullets travel north. Of course it would be Marc's misfortune to actually catch a wayward bullet, pesky little 7.62 by 39 millimeter rounds have a way with penetration. Blowing plum through his cover and wacking Marc dead in the back. Luckily he's wearing his armor, unluckily the bullet still has several hundred pounds of force behind it. Knocking Marc forward violently as physics rape his poor armored backside, the guy can even utter a curse...he settles for gasps of air, followed by harsh coughing. <English>

McCain pulls up from his hiding spot as the oncoming vehicle slows and stops as literally hundreds of bullets riddle the driver and occupants well and truly ventilated. <English>

Roland sets his jaw and nods to Sev before locking down his chair's wheels against his machine pistol's recoil. "Right," he states matter-of-factly, and sights down the barrel at the nearest attacker, still cowering behind a piece of wreckage nearby. He squeezes off a few rounds before the attacker goes suddenly goes still and falls over. He smiles briefly to himself before looking around at the remains of the firefight. "...That was over quick," he says, blinking. <English>

   Twitch ducks down after firing as the sound of bullets whine through the port, pinging off metal and thudding into crates and the wood of vendor's stands. One sings over the top of her head. Sounds like it was a good idea to duck. The gun fire stops as suddenly as it began. Checking with her scope, she sees no more thugs and slowly rises out of cover. Well time to see who got shot and try to get them some help. <English>

   Itzal begins to lazily move about the little group of hitman, Stepping up to each one in turn and taking careful aim before firing the gun. A round send into the center of each man's forehead. Yeah it wasnt the most beautiful of tasks but with what they did, it seemed to be appopriate. He would repent later and maybe just convert to buddhism to get away the laws of one church. <English>

Spitting into the dirt, Crow narrows his eyes and whispers into his Icomm. Giving his status, he rises to his feet and cradles his arm to his chest. Taking a look around, he adjusts his backpack and walks with that familiar limping gait of his towards one of the long range shuttles.
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Jade stands up strait now, perfectly confident with her surroundings, you know, calm and collected. Anyways, between Janessa's painful whining and the annoying peppering of AK fire, her nicotine reserves are running a bit low creating a migraine. She pulls out a cigarillo, putting it in between her pretty pink lips, hoping it'll relax her nurse for the duration of today's activities. However, before she can light it, the distinct 'zipping' sound of a passing round cuts her cigarillo in half, effectively ruining her smoke. "Gorram you fuckers! That was my last one!" It only gets worse once she sees Elliot get shot, "Yep today's just mighty nice." She looks to Trask, a look as if asking 'what now?' as the gunfire dies down and with one volley the gunmen are sent to the great beyond. <English>

   "Oh. Eh. Ow. I didn need t'see his body open up like't," Sev murmurs under his breath and begins to stand from his firing position. His finger strokes over the trigger of his rifle and he glances over in Roland's direction. He shrugs his shoulders some from beneath his heavy duster and then shoulders the rifle as he stares out to the others, speaking to the little voices in his ear; an iComm. <English>

Marc coughs a bit more after recovering from the impact, he lays there in front of the grain sacks for a moment on his belly. "Thanks gonna be a new ballistic plate." Marc mumbles, as he rolls onto his back and begins to peel back the velco on that hides his armors side zipper. "Anyone happen to have a some vodka on hand?" Marc calls out, sitting up and producing a cigarette. <English>

Janessa hears the tone in Elliot's voice and looks around for him. "Elliot?! Cowboy!" Panic rises into her throat as she tries holding herself together. "Billy? I'm starting to get light headed...Get someone to get this off me." she closes her eyes and lays back on the ground. <English>

Elliot was on the ground beside Janessa, putting his hand on where he was shot, draws his hand back, bloodied. He leans as close as he could to her "I'm hit, but be alright, need to get you outta here." <English>

Itzal  slowly lowers his pistol, his head shaking as he ejected the clip and inserted a new one with his left hand. The pistol replaced once it was safetied before lifting his right hand to tap his communicator. "Xian, whats your location?" <English>

<OOC> Twitch says, "Had a great night with you all but have to disconnect. Twitch is in there helping get the wounded to the hospital. Night night."

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OOC Announcement: Mal shouts, "Thanks to all who helped/RPed in the Lilac TP tonight, don't forget to +nom your follow players, tonight's plot was provided by the letters I and N and A and R and A is there again... so be sure to +cookie her if you liked the plot, PART II will be held tomorrow night, same Serenity time, same Serenity MUSH."

Around 7 Central time, 8 Eastern.

Thanks

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What she looks like (most of the time)

     Average in height at 5’ 5”, this is so average and plain a young woman that you may hardly notice her. Straight, dull, mouse brown hair falls to her shoulders and the front is held back on the right side by a dull brown plastic clip. Her eyes are hazel, changing color with the light, and if close attention is paid to them, they don’t seem to miss much. It seems an average face with no makeup to try to give it any life or color. The expression is usually dull and quiet. Not stupid, mind you, just seeming to have a lack of interest in anything.
     At the risk of being redundant, she has an average figure for a woman her size. She wears a long sleeved shirt of a dark grey color, loose fitting and buttoned to the top. A light sleeveless jacket of soft black leather is worn over it. A pair of black leather bracers are worn on the wrist, reaching halfway up the forearm. They are mostly covered by the loose, uncuffed shirt sleeves. Loose pants the same color as the jacket are belted at the waist with a black leather gunbelt belt holding a pair of Eagles. Black, scuffed, soft-soled leather boots are on her feet. A HK MP7 may be slung from a strap.

Background information

     Twitch was born Lisa May Twitchel on the dustball known as Ezra in 2499 to May and Warren Twitchel. Part of a shipload of settlers sent to Ezra to help colonize it, they scraped a precarious living out of the dryland farms south of the main port on the planet.
      Everyone had chores to do, even the littlest and when her brother died of a fever when she was nine she gained a share of his. She learned to shoot and hunt the scarce game in the area. One bullet equals something for the pot was the rule she had to learn to live up to quickly. She liked being by herself on the hunt, the quiet of the drylands with it’s sparse vegetation and rugged ground presenting a challenge. She learned to hide, move quietly, and blend into her surroundings.
     During the war, her father stayed at home knowing his wife and small child could not manage without him. The farm was a part of a tiny community of very religious settlers. Their faith was all they had to sustain them during the hard times quite often. She was raised to be a quiet, sober child, polite and quick to do as ordered.
     When she was eighteen she was out on a hunt when she thought she heard many shots off in the distance toward town. She headed that way to find out what was happening. On entering the little place she saw the bodies of half a dozen people sprawled about in the street and on the wooden sidewalks with other folks slowly starting to come out from cover to go to aid them if possible. A gang of drunken thugs had ridden in, shooting up the town and robbing the few small stores. Both of her parents were among those gunned down.  
     After the funeral, unable to run the place herself, she sold it to a neighbor and went to live in the poor section of the big city near the spaceport. A shocking change for the young girl, she soon started to learn to live by her wits. She stayed on the fringes of the gang ridden culture, learning to keep herself quiet, plain, and unnoticed. Her hunting skills were surprisingly helpful. The small amount from the sale of the farm did not go far so she soon found that if one were clever there were all sorts of things that could be acquired when no one was looking. She also learned that knowing things about someone or something could bring a good price if you could find the right buyer. Her skills with a gun also saved her neck and ‘other’ things more than once. She had to become hard and resourceful very quickly, her memory and quick reflexes helping to survive the harsh life of the port.
      Later, time on a tramp cargo ship taught her some of the skills to patch the decrepit vessel and later even to fly her when the pilot was too drunk. Well it’s 2523 and she is looking for work, chasing the credits that will buy her out of this life that she almost hates.

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     A hired gun, information gatherer, anything that can be begged, borrowed, or stolen and sold to the highest bidder, that has been her for quite a while now She does envision the day she doesn’t have to be that way and can go back to being the nice person her folks told her she should be...but ya gotta be rich to do that or end up dead and forgotten in a desert somewhere.
     She can be very nice and proper, thoughtful of others. That is the real her before her life went to hell in a handbasket. Now she can smile and joke and plan something really dastardly to do to you. She has a hot temper which she works at controlling unless it is needed and if backed into a corner, she will kill you or die trying. She takes all her jobs seriously, no matter if it is the job she appears to have or the one she has going in the background somewhere.
     Her goal is maybe still somewhat immature but it is to make enough money that she doesn’t have to take shit from anyone anymore. Alliance, browncoats, gangsters, and pirates are all the same to her. All trying to push you around and use you for their own ends. Folks with lots of money don’t seem to have that problem. They are the users.
     Always she hones her skills at using weapons and the street skills that help keep her alive and below the law officer’s radar. She knows just enough about ships to get one off the ground and to her destination and repairing one if needed. She wants to find out how to do things that will keep her alive and eventually rich.
     Definitely a loner, though she will team up if she sees a profit in it or it puts her in a position to do something that she wants to do. Sometimes you need a ‘friend’ to get things done or cover your ass.
     Raised in a god-fearing family, Twitch is basically good deep down, but life after her family were killed changed some of that. Living in the crime-ridden capitol city on Ezra taught her that to survive you had to compromise...sometimes a lot. Though she can be loyal to the very rare people she calls friend (and means it) she looks out for what is in her own interest. If that takes bending or even breaking the rules to do so, well then so be it. If someone dies...OOPS! Not that she is a wanton killer, she just looks out after her own hide first.

     More up to date...Twitch is a partner in the 'Mercury' as well as now having an estate on Santo (though no one knows about it except her partner, Elric, so far). No bountys or warrants and finally she can go legit...Well as legit as you can go in hard times. Now she can maybe use those skills for the benefit of others. Of course most folks won't know her more than that 'plain jane gunsel' but thats alright too.

Well not really a reply. Just keeping up the news on the Mercury.

     The Mercury flys as a privately owned ship with 'Life Line', mainly a teaching organization, but then flying cargo is the life-blood of any group. This is especially true for small, high dollar loads or private charters.
     Twitch took on an extra piloting job last night on the 'Ethereal Embrace', an Osprey clas transport belonging to 'Ethereal Investigations'. The out come of that is a contract for Twitch as a stand-by pilot on the 'Embrace' and an agreement to take private contracts from them on the Mercury from time to time. Very nice. It is a hard old 'Verse out there and the more jobs and connections you can make the better.

Love the theme from Firefly.