wanderingwolf

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Happy holidays all! It’s a pleasure to write story with the lot of you, crew!

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Hey crew! Things are moving along swimmingly for our crew-wide JP--extra thanks to all who have been participating. I'll be traveling this weekend, but next week Sail (he's the brains of this operation) has some great stuff in store for the crew and passengers of the China Doll. I hope you all have a great Guy Fawkes day!

wolf

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Unforseen Circumstances

Osiris, Suburb

The 'Verse is a big, wide place. There's plenty of folk running around, and Osiris is no exception. Cal picked his way through the crowds of the shipyard and into the city proper with its high skyscrapers and pristinely modeled architecture. The suns seemed to shine brighter here, every shop window a perfect reflection of the manicured world just across the street. The duster and hat he wore, let alone the sullied boots he tromped in showed he didn't belong same as any billboard might've.

Even the Gorram street curbs were embelished with inlaid moulding. The Captain may have unintentionally scuffed a boot on said moulding while crossing the street. The place reminded him of Londinium for more reasons than one, and that unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach was exactly what propelled him forward on his errand now.

He checked the scrap of paper scrawled with his destination; just a little further now. The skyscrapers thinned into older buildings, buttressed, nonetheless, in brick and mortar in addition to the city's typical plasteel. A corner emerged which finally realized the sharp relief between 'Osiris' proper and a neglected suburb. He glanced at his watch, the hour walk from the China Doll was necessary for the privacy he needed, and this time it was from S.A.M.N.T.H.A.

The digital entity was the very reason for him traipsing around rather than taking the mule to get where he was goin'. With no com or cortex on his person, Cal hoped to obfuscate his trip from the AI, in order to get ahead of things may or may not be coming for the Doll and its crew. The contact, he'd sussed through old fashioned word of mouth on Greenleaf; man went by the name of 'Dmitry' and not much else.

Way he heard it, Mr. Universe left behind a whole lot of tech that was still piped together. And even as he was survived by his sex-doll-turned-wife, the place lay wide open to for just about anyone to send a 'Signal.' Dmitry, way he heard it, was just one of those 'someones,' and he could use it to answer a question gnawing at the back of Cal's mind.

Ever since Cal purloined SAM from Londinium, he'd been meaning to check her at her word for her tracking capabilities, just to know without a shadow she wasn't coyly playing the long game for the Alliance afterall. And now, on the stoop of a shady looking apartment with boarded windows, Cal gave the nonedescript door a solid rap.

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An hour later, the Captain reappeared with a cigarette in his hand, lighter cupped around his face. What he learned seemed to have made a deep grimace all the deeper. The paper in his hand now gave additional instructions from the hacker in unsteady handwriting. Strand folded the note into his breast pocket. As he checked his watch, Strand loosed a stream of smoke before hitting the street back to the China Doll.

Good Morning, Starship! The Earth Says Hello!

Welcome to RPG! I'm sure you'll find some literate partners up to the challenge to engage. Best of luck out there!

Firefly - Second 'Verse

@Gunther Sounds good. Take your time; I look forward to seeing it on the board. Feel free to post it up!

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Welcome to Bugman! Stoked to get you into the story!

Also, I finally got Lyen's CS up, now just to get to work on SAM's.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Lyen Giu

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Name: Sister Lyen Giu

Age: 36

Appearance:

Lyen stands about 5'2" with a lithe frame, dark brown hair typically restrained in a long braid. She has almond brown eyes and wears a bright orange kasaya robe which denote her vows.

Skills:

Lyen's past sports all sorts of sordid activities, but that was more than ten years ago before she took her oath and handed her life over to service of the Temple on Santo. A year or so after that saw Lyen studying medicine under the tutelage of a somewhat famous Dentist-turned-bushdoctor on a Firefly class ship across the 'Verse. She still knows her way around an infirmary, but her skills have needed to evolve due to lack of resources. Most importantly, her penchant is for matters of the heart and soul.

Personality:

Sister Lyen has been a nun for thirteen years--with all the patience her station affords any woman who chooses the cloth. She is kind and earnest. Life experience has taught Ly that nothing is black and white, and so her grip on the harsh precepts taught to her at the Temple long ago have loosened over time. Underneath her skin, there's still a rebelious woman who has her own demons to face.

History:

Lyen's parents were taken from her while she was a child, but not by plague or war. Her father was a miner, her mother was a taven worker; one left the family out of selfishness, the other lost her life to chemical coping. Self destruction was a common theme for young Lyen Giu.

The rest of her young years saw pain as she fell in with gang life on Santo. After a seminal moment in her life, Lyen took a sharp turn into the cloth and her vows at the Temple of the Order of the Interverse. She spent the next ten years learning about the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha.

At the end of ten years she was tasked by the mothers to go out into the world and to do good, saving as many people as she could. And so following that charge, Lyen found herself in the company of a captain of a Firefly class ship, traveling between plantes on the rim.

When her time ended aboard the ship, Lyen, still following her calling, stumbled upon a blight upon society in the Blackout Zones of Osiris. Since that time, and for years hence, she has been working to alieviate the suffering of the subjugated and enslaved in the dark underbelly of the most 'just' city planet in the 'Verse.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Howdy Crew,

I'm dropping a note here as an update on my hiatus.

The update is...

It's over! I'll be easing back into the role of Cal, and as things stand, I wanted to say thank you to all of you for your support and to Sail for keeping the wheels on this bus. I am behind on a couple fronts (I need to get two CS's up, one for Lyen and one for SAM who feels awfully neglected), but bear with me!

I hope you're all well and I look forward to seeing you all on the board.

Kind regards,
Wolf

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Hello you colorful gang of space-flying miscreants.

As you've all probably noticed, my posting fervor has been lacking in the last month or two or three. After discussing this with Sail, he floated the idea of a hiatus for me, and I accepted.

One of our guiding tenants here at FF2V is to Write When It's Fun. This is a game and we ought to be having fun!

That said, I need a little time to get my head screwed back on the right way so that I can enjoy writing Cal and the gang properly.

Sail will be running the whole shebang for now; he has graciously accepted writing for the Captain until I come back. I'll be around, and I'll be unreachable, I just need a little space to pursue some other evolving things in my life. And I'll still be writing in the game, in some capacities.

I'll drop this message in our GChat as well, but I wanted to say thank you all for your patience and collaboration with Sail and me.

May the road rise,
Wolf

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Loose Lips Sink Ships

Osiris, Day 1, Bridge of the China Doll

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Before Sam had the opportunity to reply to Tommy's queries, Yuri spoke up.

"Will do, Mr. Antonov," it almost sounded like there ought to be a wink following the salute, but as she had neither eyes nor arms, the incorporeal feeling would suffice.

It was almost with delight that Sam's circuits accepted Yuri's offering of Tommy's particulars. Now, any existing searches into the identity of Tommy Pearson were augmented to fine tune for typical background biographical information. Soon, the AI had a spread of information unfurled in front of her like a deck of cards with which to build her model of the bonafide Mr. Pearson.

"To answer your question, Tommy, I'm neither crew nor passenger." There was a clicking static through the bridge com momentarily as if she were considering her reply. "And at the current juncture I have no interface with which to project an image for you to reference. Apologies." Her sterile tone tapered into one of disappointment.

"I see you fought in the war," Sam's tone was even as she gauged Tommy's facial expression. "But you signed on as an engineer." Her matter of fact tone continued, "What makes you qualified as a pilot?"

<Tag Tommy>