Winters

A Firefly Tale

Episode 1: Lunar Veil

The crew is about to head up and out when they get a last-minute job helping a trio of siblings they know.	Vas and Cyd share a smoke and catch up.	Cyd sends Penelope a wave as they update each other and make hopeful future plans.	The Skyes and LV crew have a good time, play games, chill and convince Serena both magic and ghosts are real.
Rules Rundown Captain's Rules Mules Boots in the Air	Familiar Faces, Going Places	Peace Be Your Journey	Table Talk Part 1 Table Talk Part 2 Table Talk Part 3

Episode 2: Miner Incident

Kinneas returns to Silverhold after a job completed and money lavishly spent to recoup before taking on another job, but his plan may get upended	The Crew is on their way to Silverhold for a mission and start prepping.	The Crew receives some updates on the evolving situation.	A plan is put into action but of course it can’t go smoothly can it!
Innocent Until Proven Guilty?	In the News In Other News	Merc Hair, Don't Care Perky Perkins Since You're Here Anyway	Enemy Mine Part 1 Enemy Mine Part 2 Enemy Mine Part 3 Enemy Mine Part 4 Enemy Mine Part 5 Enemy Mine Part 6 Enemy Mine Part 7

Episode 3: Act Natural

Kinneas wakes up on the Lunar Veil. This should go over well.	Kinneas meets the crew. Wish him luck!	Finally alone Kinneas takes a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of events.
Wakey Wakey Part 1 Wakey Wakey Part 2 Wakey Wakey Part 3 Wakey Wakey Part 4 Wakey Wakey Part 5 Wakey Wakey Part 6 Wakey Wakey Part 7	Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 1 Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 2 Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 3 Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 4 Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 5 Merc’s Of The Not Round Table Part 6	First Impressions

Cyd Skye and Fox give their friend a call letting him know this wasn’t a random encounter.	Fox calls in a favor from Jago.	Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.
Looped In Part 1 Looped In Part 2 Looped In Part 3 Looped In Part 4	A Favor Part 1 A Favor Part 2	Ready Or Not 1 Ready Or Not 2 Ready Or Not 3 Ready Or Not 4 Ready Or Not 5 Ready Or Not 6 Ready Or Not 7 Ready Or Not 8 Ready Or Not 9

Episode 4: The New Guy

Kinneas is finally alone with nothing but his thoughts.	Serena gets her first mission.	Kinneas adjusts to life with the rough and motley crew of the LV.
Looped Out	Green Light Part 1 Green Light Part 2 Green Light Part 3	The Morning After Part 1 The Morning After Part 2 The Morning After Part 3

A Firefly Tale

Merc work is a young man's game and Jago ain't a young man no more. Now looking at retirement Jago couldn't imagine himself settling down on some planet with a house and a picket fence. So he did what any self-respecting man who could shoot and talk at the same would do.

He bought a ship.

He made a few calls ran into some interesting folk and the next thing he knew he had a crew.

The job is simple; transport dangerous goods to harmless folks, ship harmless goods to dangerous folks. He even took on passengers from time to time if the hassle was worth it. Then there were jobs that ended to get you shot at; smuggle less than lawful cargo, provide muscle to planetside thugs, take possession of merchandise without specific attention to the finer points of property ownership.

They do a job, they get paid. Don't get much simpler than that.

Lunar Veil is light-bulk transport, the Peregrin Class. A highly modular ship with many upgraded options. She sports a reinforced thermal hull, VTOL atmo engines, and an Enhanced graviton warp accelerator core. Loaded with two medium-ranged shuttles and armed with atmo guns, heat guns, and missiles she is not only faster and more nimble than the predecessor she also has teeth.

The rooms on the Luner Veil are modest just enough for an equivalent of twin, a closet, and some personal belonging. It verges on cramped. There is a kitchen and lounge combo, an armory and ammo room, decentt cargo bay, and a dorm for the rare passenger (Currently use an extra storage room). It was built less to be luxurious but efficient and economical.

The interior longe is decorated like a thrift store, made for bringing in a modicum of comfort.

Jago just has no sense of style. Rather he is about function and that function is comfort.

Genre

For anyone who hasn’t watched Firefly or the follow-up movie Serenity, it was a canceled too soon tv-series lasting only one season. It stood as something unique as a space western and its crew living on the edge of civilization.

It’s turned very much into a cult classic with a die-hard fanbase. Do you have to watch it to know what's going on? No, but it’s still a good show you should watch!

If you love Spaceships and Sci-Fi, Cowboys and Westerns all rolled into one with a dash of cyberpunk, this is the show for you.

Welcome to Firefly!

World Setting

Looking for a history lesson eh? Fine. Here’s how is it: Long time ago Earth got used up. So we, us humans crammed in massive generational ships and hiked ourselves to a new part of the galaxy and terraformed ourselves some new Earths. As is human nature the central planets formed the Alliance, others protested. Such proceeded a long and bloody civil war.

Now depending on what side you were on, they'll go on and tell a different story, same as depending on who you ask. Point is the protesting party, called Browncoats lost. It’s been eight long years since the Unification War ended and the Systems has all been slow to recover and discontent is still thick.

Just as the dust seemed to start to settle a message was sent out across the ‘Verse to anyone listening. It went and spilled the beans on how Reavers, our resident space cannibals, were up and made by the Alliance. The funny thing ain't no one can prove if it’s true or not in spite of the video broadcast. Some say it was Dust Devil, Browncoat terrorists, kicking up dirt to restart the war. Others up and say its true as true can be and justice needs to be served. No one is sure of anything and a year later its only good to talk about when you wanna pick a fight.

Fact is, for us regular folk, not much had really changed.

A ship would bring you work, a gun would help you keep it. A captain's goal is simple: find a crew, find a job, keep flying

The Alliance

The Alliance is the central government and law-enforcement organization of the Verse. In its present form, it came about after the Central planets fought the Unification War against the Independent Planets that wanted to break away from Alliance jurisdiction. The war raged for nearly six years. However, by 2511 the Alliance had prevailed, and an armistice was signed.

Unification War

The Unification War was a war fought between the Union of Allied Planets and the Independent Planets from 2506 to 2511. The Central Planets had taken much of the system's resources and technology and left the outer planets to fend for themselves. After years of unsatisfactory talks, the outer planets seceded from the Alliance and gathered the support of other planets. Their aim was to start their own alliance, without the interference of the center planets. The Alliance could not accept this loss of face and so the war began. Of course, like most wars, there was a lot more going on under the surface.

The holidays of Alliance Day and Unification Day were created to celebrate the end of the Unification War and the creation of the Union of Allied Planets.

Unificators

The Unificators are mercenaries that are operating after the Unification War. They were deputized by the Alliance to hunt down war criminals.

Browncoats

Browncoats were soldiers who fought for the Independent Planets, and who lost to the Union of Allied Planets in the Unification War. They were named after the simple, brown leather trench coats they wore as uniforms. They also wore red scarves around their necks. The simplicity of their gear was because technology and resources were scarce on the Outer Planets. Conversely, the Alliance's soldiers were called "Purple Bellies", because of the purple-tinted body armor they wore on their chests.

After the war's end, clothiers made good money dyeing brown coats blue or gray as folks wanted to forget the past and let the past forget them. Those that still "wear the brown" do it on purpose.

Dust Devils

The Dust Devils were created to avenge the loss of the war and targeted Alliance officials. They remain an independent holdout and terrorist organization.

Reavers

Reavers are believed by most of the 'verse to be men that went insane at the edge of space and became savage. They stared into the void beyond and became what they saw: nothing. They gave into their primal nature and all that was civilized was discarded.

Reaver territory is centered about the rim of known space, and at least one massive gathering was present around the planet Miranda. They do not, however, live on any planet. Instead, Reavers spend their entire lives aboard their grotesque spacecraft, floating through the void and setting planetfall only to raid and pillage before leaving for the hunt once more. Normally they stay within their own territory and only venture out on raids, rather than moving en masse to attack the Alliance or the border worlds.

As of a year ago, Reaver sightings have dropped dramatically as well a strange and sudden shift in behavior making them all the more mysterious.

That being said for the most part they hold a place as the campfire boogymen of space to anyone who hasn’t traversed the Rim.

Language

Folks in the 'Verse speak English or Chinese, one or the other being the dominant tongue most everywhere. It pays to know at least a little of both if you plan to get very far. Of the central planets, Londinium is primarily English-speaking, while Sihnon stands out as a center of Chinese influence.

Hundreds of languages made the great leap from Earth-That-Was and most of them survive in pockets and ghettos on most worlds. Only rarely, will anyone encounter a community that speaks a non-dominant language exclusively. However, many of Earth's languages besides English and Chinese have spread across the 'Verse and are widely spoken by many people next to the two mentioned (and dominant) languages. Examples of such widely spoken languages outside of English and Chinese in the 'Verse include Russian, Hebrew, Arabic, and Hindi.

Human beings have happily fouled the gift of language with whatever inventive, vindictive, and insulting expressions they can imagine. While the traditional English swear words have survived intact, a few additional crude cuss words have been added to the common man's vocabulary.
The basics include Gorram ("Run! It's the gorram law!"), Ruttin' ("It's gettin' too ruttin' hot in here."), and Humped ("He's got a gun on us. We're humped!") Cursing in Chinese is considered more imaginative and expressive, and most everyone does it - at least when his mother has left the room.

The majority of Chinese language influence in Firefly is based on epithets and curses; however, some other terms, such as “mei-mei” (meaning “little sister”) are used between characters at different times, showing that there is more Chinese influence than is commonly used in the show itself. In addition, English-based epithets, generally adapted from current words, continue to evolve.

Some speech isn't cursing by traditional definition, but it will cause fists and bullets to fly just the same. Religion, politics, social class, and wealth are touchy subjects - as is mention of the Unification War.

In English, there are two predominant speech patterns. "Core Speech" is carefully used and grammatically correct. "Frontier Slang" sounds sloppy and quaint to Core speakers, who judge the speaker as poorly educated and low class. Those born outside the Core are more likely to have at least a little of the Frontier in their speech.

Basic Rules

GM Info:
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►If you have a concept that fits this genre - if you LOVE Firefly, like we love Firefly, please drop us a PM! We’re kind of small group-oriented.

►The usual fare - be good to each other. This isn’t the place for politics unless it’s the Alliance vs. the Browncoats.

►This is collaborative work. We plan to discuss the plot rather than keep surprises. We talk plot a LOT, so plot participation is anticipated. Of course, we want to know what your character is up to, we can’t wait to hear their backstory, but the game is about the Lunar Veil. We’re not looking for disjointed vignettes. So on that token, we aren’t allowing player NPCs. If you’d rather play with yourself than with others, you can kindly go do so elsewhere. If you absolutely need a minor NPC for some reason, they belong to the game and are fair game for collateral damage.

►Your character sheet is what you play. That includes History. No adding or changing it randomly. It's a tell-all. If it's not there you can’t use it, unless it’s discussed with the mods. If there is something you don’t want other players to know, the mods need to review the information first. That’s not to say your character can’t learn new skills and grow, but we’re going to be plenty suspicious if your character is a ‘natural’ on the spot.

►No God modding. This is strictly enforced. If you're not sure, ask. Otherwise, we react first and ask questions later. This is your first warning.

Character Creation Rules

►All characters will be 100% human.

►All characters must be 16 or older. If your character is under the age of 18 you must come attached to someone 18 or older in order to justify keeping you on the ship.

►No psychics or people who were held captive in government facilities, no friends/roomates/lovers/ secret sibling of River Tam.

►No relatives of canon characters from the TV show.

►No one from Mal’s old unit. We all wish we knew him too.

►We only have so much space on a single ship. We will do our best to accommodate but that means we can only accept so many players.

►It’s possible to make your character look good without making another character look bad. Let’s all do that!

►The Mods will make reasonable attempts to keep and justify Player Characters to be on the ship. However, the onus will be on the player to justify why they’re crew. Jago isn’t the begging sort. If you decide to leave the crew, you decide to leave the game. (Unless a storyline is discussed with the mods. For example, if you want to take the summer off, we’ll gladly find reason for you to hop off temporarily.)

►No personal agendas. This is the story of the ship and the people on it. If you are looking for an audience, look somewhere else. If you are looking for a supporting cast for your main character, look somewhere else. This is a collaborative project we are an ensemble cast. Let’s all write together.

►We all come up with stories and ideas we want to play out but please make sure to clear it with the Mod first! We are Mods, not players and we don't particularly take it well-being plot ambushed.

►In order to keep things fun for everyone and to keep things somewhat orderly and timely if you plan on a plotline or a JP (via google doc), we ask you please let the Mods know. We keep track of that stuff on a spreadsheet so it doesn't get lost or forgotten! We might even have additional twists to add!

►Given the limited slots for the game if you become inactive and we have a player waiting for a slot to open up you will be replaced. This is to ensure that the game is able to carry on with people able to post regularly.

►If you are inactive for more than 30 days, we will remove your character. We will not keep or play your character if you leave the game. If you leave mid-scene, we may make mention of your character’s exit.

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A Firefly Tale

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Jago Dekkard

No nonsense, gruff, morally flexible, and the surprisingly domestic Captain of the Lunar Veil.

Tim Casey

The friendliest guy on the boat ... which is actually an easy feat given the present company. Oh, he's the pilot too.

Enid Pritchard

Gun in one hand, scalpel in the other she'll shoot as quick as fix you up, it's how our medic keeps busy.

Vas Jat

Resident punk, monk, and the one person who will kill you and eat your sandwich.

Serena Jat

The little sister who Vas shares his ill-gotten sandwich with and is cute as a button; a fact which she will remind you of constantly.

Kinneas Reed

The new guy with a pretty face. Not that you'll get to see it before he picks you off at a thousand yards.

A Firefly Tale

Jago Deckkard

______________________________________ ______________________________________ "Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver." Theme Song ______________________________________

______________________________________ N A M E : Jago Deckkard G E N D E R : Male A G E : 52 O C C U P A T I O N : Captian of the Lunar Veil A P P E A R A N C E : Jago stands at an imposing 6’0 at 210 pounds and looks like a man who never stops lifting weight a day in his life. Even at his age he is nothing but hard lines and muscles. His formerly chestnut hair and beard have long turned grey, which he keeps neat, trim, and short. Jago prefers simple but sturdy dark-colored clothing. H O M E P L A N E T : Ezra, Ruby S K I L L S E T : Being a life long mercenary Jago is skilled appropriately. Pistols, Rifles, and shotguns are his forte. He also has skills with using various ordinances and relevant tech. He's of an age where after years of work and war he has picked up and few electric skills that venture a bit out of his profession.The weird being hin being a profession in knitting and crochet. E Q U I P M E N T : Various guns, explosive devices, his ship (yes that his ship), some odd bit of tech, and a bag full of yarn, crochet hooks, and needles. P E R S O N A L I T Y : Jago is nice enough. Smile play nice with a client and get the job. The fact is though Jago is a no-nonsense kind of guy which make him colder than he actually is. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve, he is very private about his crew and his life, and is not big on the idea of that campfire bonding crap. Like most people in his profession actions speak louder than words and it often can take time for him to warm up and show a ‘kinder’ side, you earn your place. Once you’re crew, you’re good in Jagos book. You just won’t know it till he plugs the guy about to shoot you full of slugs. B I O : Jago is a survivor. His life story is really as simple as it gets. A kid on the street, mostly raised by his mother and grandmother who got into trouble a lot, straightened out, joined the military, hated it, and when it was his time he cycled out. He fell in with mercs, the pay was way better, less bureaucracy and the people had fewer sticks up their ass. They also had a much more family-like mentality. He considered himself lucky. He got older, greyer, and started thinking about retirement. Merc work was a young man’s game anyway and he was definitely not young anymore. Rather than find a plot of land, house, and picket fence … he bought a ship. Called some friends. Pulled a crew together. Merc may be a young man’s game but this salty dog couldn’t standstill. Not yet at least.

Jago Deckkard's Relationship Table

Jago Deckkard	I like me very much thank you.
Tim Casey	The only nice guy nice guy I like.
Enid Prichard	We have a lot in common that's why we get along so well.
Vas Jat	Were good so long as he never cooks again.
Serena Jat	Somtime you take the good with the bad. At least she's useful. Most of the time.
Kinneas Reed	He buys his own shampoo.

Vas Jat

______________________________________ ______________________________________ "The cruelty is the point." Theme Song ______________________________________

______________________________________ N A M E : Vas Jat G E N D E R : Male A G E : 19 O C C U P A T I O N : Jo Long Assassin A P P E A R A N C E : Vas stands at 6’1 and 175 pounds. He is slim, lean, and very well muscled, having spent his life as a disciplined combatant. Often it’s easy to forget, given his height and physic, he is still a teenager. He is a mutt of the universe, with mocha skin, a straight nose, and bright blue almond-shaped eyes. Vas still has a youthful boyish face with some roundness to cheeks that have not yet matured. His hair is straight and black styled into a war hawk. Vas has an elaborate Japanese-style tattoo that covers his back. It consists of a highly detailed eastern dragon coming down from clouds of sakura and wisteria blossoms, with some of the flowers cresting to his shoulders. H O M E P L A N E T : Santos, Silverton S K I L L S E T : Vas is a fully trained assassin, and while he knows how to use various guns his more of a melee fighter. He is a trained Shaolin monk in the five animal styles, which he expanded to include the Dragon form. He knows how to use and manufacture various poisons and tranquilizers. Beyond that Vas is surprisingly well-read and knows proper etiquette (he just finds there is rarely a call for it) and can garden. Lastly, Vas can not cook. If it's in not soup (which might barely be edible), in a can or premade … it is basically poison and a crime against humanity in a plate. He can bake cookies but that is about all he can do. E Q U I P M E N T : Vas pride and joy is a Jian style sword with no tassel, black and silver inlay grip with a green jade crossguard and an etched blade. He owns a dragon scale armoire, it’s thin and flexible and can easily be worn regularly under a shirt. He owns a variety of blades, tools, and poisons. He owns a tablet loaded with a variety of books. When on duty for the Temple Vas uses and black Kitsune mask and has specialized armor he can use when performing wetwork. Lastly, he always carries around a lighter and clove smokes. P E R S O N A L I T Y : Vas is quite self contained and a bit distant. Serena, his counterpart does enough talking for the both of them. He isn’t shy or squeamish about violence nor is he about its application. It’s more of the fact that he takes pride in his work. Oddly though he is a massive softie, finding joy in stupid little things and is surprisingly sensitive when it comes to people whose opinions he actually cares about. He comes off as childish and naive when it comes to and often is a little trusting with people ruining the tough punk look. He penchant for full-on honesty, he doesn't like to lie and actively avoids doing so. Vas had a temper that rarely comes out, it’s more like a berserk button but basically, he has a hell of a chip on his shoulder when it comes to slavers. B I O : Vas often looks back at his youth and family with rose color lenses. Mostly because his life since the war was drowned in violence and loss. Like many left behind as children, he was scooped up into the slave trade and drafted to fight in the war. Sold as a child soldier he was shoved from one front to the next. Eventually, he was ‘liberated’ and fell into the shadow of Estaban, who turned out to be an assassin for the Jo Long. Having taken a shine to the kid he was eventually brought to the temple on Lilac and trained to become an assassin. For Vas, it was quite fulfilling … family, friends, job satisfaction. He fit in it, he was wanted and he excelled at his job. Eventually returning home from a mission Vas ran afoul of some slavers. It got ugly but eventually, Vas exacted his opinion on the captain's profession. This is how he met Serena and the pair bonded pretty quick out of the crisis. Two years later, she continues to be an apprentice of sorts, his apprentice. Leaving the temple for real-world experience, they were found by Deckard running a scam in a pit fighting ring. Their scam was caught and they got jumped. Vas was able to take care of himself, and Serena made 'fast friends' (in her opinion) with Deckard. Deckard offered them a job doing semi-honest work. They accepted. How better to see the verse?

Vas Jat's Relationship Table

Jago Deckkard	Captain is fine, well meaning. Better then most I've run into.
Tim Casey	I would think better of him if he would stop filling Serena's head with scary stories!
Enid Prichard	She likes needles a little too much.
Vas Jat	I like duck!
Serena Jat	My somebody.
Kinneas Reed	How does he shoot with all that hair?

Folk we run into time to time - Mathias Skye

______________________________________ ______________________________________ "Always watch the hands." Theme Song ______________________________________

______________________________________ N A M E : Mathias Skye G E N D E R : Male A G E : 22 O C C U P A T I O N : Theif and Busker A P P E A R A N C E : Mathias stands at 6’2 and roughly 200 pounds. He is lean and well-muscled with brassy dark red hair haphazardly cut and often left to its own devices leaving it in a perpetual state of wildness with dark blue eyes. He has a variety of tattoos, you could say he finds them addicting. A full back of a red oni with a scroll in its mouth, a dharma wheel on his ribs on the left side, the Jack of hearts and the Jack of diamonds over his heart, and five sakura blossoms on the inside of his right forearm. He wears a red and black leather jacket that has been fixed, patched, and sewn up a dozen times over. H O M E P L A N E T : Beaumonde, Saint Lo S K I L L S E T : Mathias did well in the sciences, and had he had a better upbringing he could have made something of himself with that. He’s studied plants and their various uses both medicinally and recreationally. He knows how to ride a horse, he rarely has had calls for throwing a punch or shooting a gun. He does know he points the explody end at the guy who he wants to hurt. He speaks English and a little Chinese, enough to get by in the verse. He likes to play Tall Card and Mahjong. His most notable skill is his sleight of hand magic. Mathias is a street performer who loves street magic, card tricks and the like. He’s not above running 3 card monty or follow the queen games. Is this your watch/wallet? That sort of thing. Mathias has the lightest touch of the trio and is the designated thief of the group, using sleight of hand and misdirection to pickpockets or shoplift. The latter was a necessity when they were younger, and still somewhat of a habit for the young man. He still feels the need to have a safe ‘cache’ of food for him and his siblings. Deep down, he finds the thrill of it kind of addicting as well, Mathias also rides horses much better than he lets on. He knows how to care for a horse and tack, knows a few tricks, how to properly jump, and endurance ride. He actually likes horse riding a lot. While not primarily a gun person, he is not a stranger to the shotgun. He is not formally trained in fighting, but what street kid hasn’t gotten into a brawl or two. Have you seen the way some guys look at his sister? He is also skilled in urban running Traceur. The Skye’s speak with a standard (Non-regional) accent, their natural dialect and affectation is reminiscent of a South African accent. They want as little to associate with their slum upbringing as possible. E Q U I P M E N T : If it can’t fit in his bag he can’t take it with him. Cards, Lots of them, varius magic trick tool and his trusty bat are his ever preset equipment P E R S O N A L I T Y : Bright, congenial, smart and sharp sense of humor Mathias is rather laid back and over all a chill guy. Very go with the flow and always out to have a good time. He tends to be on the protective side of his siblings, trying to balance watching out for them without smothering them. He may be on the quiet and reserved side but he is always welcoming. Mathias puts his brother and sister’s well-being above all else, they’re all he has in the big dark ‘verse. Emotionally he tends to wall himself off reserving the sincerest moments for his family. People come and go but his family, they are and have been the only constant in his life. He has a temper, but more of a slow burn. He doesn’t talk about their time with the Silk Lady or the slums, the times when he was “helpless”, he bottles that like whiskey and nothing shuts him down faster than talking about their past. He’s overprotective of his family and would do anything he needed for them. B I O : A thief is not the one who steals, A thief is the one who’s caught. Twins Cyd and Mathias were born in the back of a brothel in the slums of Saint-Lo on Beaumonde. Fact is they were lucky not to be tossed in the trash with uncut umbilical cords. Not long after Isaac came along and he was readily and quickly accepted in their little circle. Life was hard and the trio lived on the fringe, that is until the Silk Lady. When war broke out Saint-Lo became a hot spot. As if their lives weren't dangerous enough they found no sympathy with the warring browncoats or alliance. Constant shootouts, regular bombings made it a hellscape for the trio. They were ‘saved’ by the Silk Lady. She sheltered them and many other children far from the war and with her aid they were fed, healed, educated and trained. The Silk Lady had her own agenda. A notorious thief lord, many children - including the Skye’s - spent their lives under her tutelage and were often harshly punished. Spare the rod, spoil the child. (Kneeling on broomsticks, holding heavy books in outstretched arms, your typical 1800’s fare.) They were taught English and Kimjin, Tap code they learned among themselves. They speak a dialect similar to South African. From petty crime they advanced, each developing their own set of skills, anything to please the Silk Lady and stay on her good side. The last job they ran kicked over a hornet’s nest and brought more heat than expected. The owner of that nest now calls the shots. The Skyes took to the skies where they pass themselves off as backpacking nomads. They work odd jobs. They busk. They get by. Don't worry about your stuff going missing, you don't steal from anyone who could space you. Plus you're on a Firefly. Your stuff is probably kak.

A Firefly Tale

Rules Rundown

Greenleaf | Khao Yai

Summary

A last-minute job and a surprise visit with old friends.

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen

Captain Jago Deckard looked around the bustling dock on Greenleaf, and grunted. His face wore the pained expression of a man clear out of patience, but that may have been the fault of his current counterpart. He had an athletic build for a man of his age, his squared jaw hidden behind a scraggly gray beard, which he scratched thoughtfully as he noted the time.

"I hate this ruttin' planet." He groused, his brow slick with sweat as his clothes, fatigue pants, and a black tee-shirt clung to him, damp with humidity. He already felt like they’d been there for months on end, time seemed to stand still on Greenleaf. Besides, if patience was a virtue, he was about as virtuous as a whore in church.

“You hate every ruttin’ planet,” a smaller figure with almond eyes and pigtailed hair mimicked as she hopped behind him like a rabbit. Serena may have been sixteen, legal age on a lotta planets in her own words, but due to her height and style of clothes, currently, a sweatshirt with floppy bunny ears hand sewn to the hood and a pair of cut-off shorts with sneakers, made her appear slightly younger. “Are we looking for crew? We could use more crew, “ Serena said hopefully.

“No, we’re not looking for crew. If we find crew, that’s just a bonus. We’re picking up.” Theodore Fox, one of Deckard’s regular fixers arranged the deal. Pick up. Drop off. Easy money.

“Cargo? Passengers?” the teen asked, giving her Captain a side-long glance.

“Paid upfront fare. Extract.” Jago scowled. "Go make yourself useful. Run down the list for me."

"Again?" She asked, dropping her head back dramatically.

"Again." He made a spinning motion with his finger as she tried not to roll her eyes.

Serena took an exasperated breath and ran down his list of requirements for anyone boarding the ship.

A Firefly Tale

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Firefly - Second 'Verse

Chicken and Waffles with a side of Aftermath

Herb’s Chicken, Waffles and Schwarma Hut, Early morning, Greenleaf Day 3

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule

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Waffles, Waffles, Waffles

Cyd absently picked at her food while leaning against the chair back. The humidity hadn’t been kind to the rave make up, or the siblings hair. Her once perky high-pony now was a tangled mop that stuck to her neck and face in dire need of a good brushing. At least the diner had cool, conditioned air. They mostly ate in silence, except Mathias, who was in the play-with-your-food stage of Rave. Mathias had outstretched his legs onto the bench- he’d lost one shoe somehow, somewhere with someone. Cyd managed to hold onto hers, and stretched hers own legs on top of her brothers. Isaac occupied the ‘booth’ part of the table, clad only in his boxers with a full sized Anaconda or Python draped around his torso and neck. Cyd disdainfully referred to it as some sort of constricting, slithering non-venomous nope-rope. At least she hoped it was non-venomous, seeing as it hissed and would give him ‘love bites’ on his neck and cheek now and again. He was holding it for the half-naked snake girl he’d met -seriously, there was one at every rave - when he straight up fainted from the heat.when he became the half naked fainting boy after passing out from the heat. Cyd never would have suspected it’d be Kari the IT tech.

-Ding!- She glared at her younger brother as another wave dinged on her cortex. It’d literally been non stop since they left.

Isaac groaned, barely wincing anymore from the attention being showered on him by a pretty pissed off snake. "So loud" was all he could mutter as he regarded the happy little chimes from the cortex coming in at regular intervals, his one hand cradling his throbbing head while the other tried desperately to blindly find his mouth with a forkful of fried chicken finger. He briefly entertained the idea that maybe that's what the snake was after but quickly dismissed it.

Mathias was … far and away. "Uh huh …" he answered and he played a game with his waffle where only he knew the rules. He shoved the bit that lost into his mouth with a dramatic 'bwaaaaahhhhh'. "These make me so happy …" he said taking a deep sigh as he chewed.

Cyd chuckled lazily. “I’m glad, Yobo,” she said, her voice sounding strained from shouting over the loud music. She made a mental note to re-check Mathias’ hand when they got back to the shuttle. The brightly colored tape she’d used to wrap it had lost most of its stickiness in the damp air.

-Ding!- went the cortex, prompting another glare. She’d ask Isaac about it, but the Skye’s had a pretty strict code about after-rave questions,.

Mathias jammed a fork in a piece of waffle. "Oh no … don't eat me … nooooo!" Mathais said in a squeaky high voice. "You have lost! Feed your god!" Mathais said in an exaggerated deep voice, jamming it in his mouth.

It was a shade less embarrassing than the choo-choo-train he’d made with his chicken earlier.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Isaac whined, his head pulsing and vibrating at every sound as he lazily waved his empty fork at the offending noise. His new reptilian bestie reared up and followed the utensil, considering another strike but then thought better of it. It seemed that out was losing about as much interest in biting the youngest Skye as he was being bit.

Mathias chewed, staring at Isaac, swallowed, sipped some water, leaned in and whispered. “No.”

Cyd giggled. “He means the snake, Jimi, ” she clarified, teasing him with the name he was stuck using for the rave.

Isaac squinted as he raised his his head, his face twisted in a mixture of confusion, annoyance and pain. The snake didn't even bother reacting this time to his sudden movement. It was bored of him. "I was talking about him!" He corrected his sister as he jutted his chin towards his brother. "Who the hell is Jimmy??" But without waiting for a response, his head dropped back down into chicken and waffle stuffing position once again.

"She said Jimi not Jimmy … duh." Mathias rolled his eyes. He stopped looking around. "Wasn't there more of us?"

Isaac lazily kicked the sleeping girl under the table and she groaned. "Present" he confirmed.

"Oooooh … there she is!" Mathais snorted as he dribbled more syrup over his waffle. "Yeeeess blood for the blood god!" He chuckled.

“Now you’re making it weird, ja nee?” Cyd complained, pushing her dish aside. -Ding!- How many girls did he give this number to? she inwardly groused.

"Oh what time is it? Cuz I'm pretty sure it's half past weird o'clock." Mathais said, trying to smother his giggles in fried chicken and waffles.

“Time for you to smoke a little dagga, come back down,” Cyd chuckled, counting out a few credits for the table.

The sun had already come up by the time they left Herb’s Chicken, Waffles & Shawarma hut. Outside in the parking lot, Mathias lit up as the ride-share service honked its horn. Isaac in his boxers helped Kari and her pit viper into the backseat. Kari drew Jim- Jams little brother into one final lip lock, the white of his sugar skull smearing against her face before the driver brought the raver bunny home.

-Ding!- Mathias ticked his head, the thin cigarette hanging from his lip. Neon grease paint stained the back of Cyd’s hand as she rubbed it against her cheek. Isaac’s was a half-naked mess, and Mathias’ dark eye shadow gave him an eerie glow, his one shoe giving him a limp in his step..

With a slow gait, the weary party-goers started home.

Music to walk home to

Isaac outstretched his hand as he trudged along to keep up with Mathias’ long gait in a crude attempt to snag the small blunt. Mathias easily blocked him with an elbow. He turned his head to avoid the grab which was when Cyd seized the opportunity and the dagga from her brother’s mouth. She ran ahead, turning to face her sibs while inhaling, then held the smoking paper out up to taunt them in a come-get-it-if-you-can sort of way. She laughed as they gave chase.

Lovin' is what I got
I said, remember that

-Ding!-

Lovin' is what I got
I said, remember that

Bad decisions.

Lovin' is what I got
I said, remember that

Great memories.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Number 7

Back on the China Doll, Late Afternoon, Greenleaf Day 2

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule

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Shake Your Euphemism

“Almost done, almost done, promise.” Cyd soothed, as she firmly held Mathias’ hand in hers, ignoring the ‘ows’ and air being sucked through his teeth as she worked. The job was finished, selfies were taken, and the shuttle returned to it’s home port. All that was needed was a little basic first aid. As far as she could tell, Mathias’s cut wasn’t too bad. It didn’t hit any tendons, seeing as he could move his fingers and his thumb. Iodine stung like hell, but it would keep out the bacteria, and thankfully by the end of the Jungle-cruise tour, the bleeding had stopped. “Eggs,” she half asked, half ordered to her younger sib. Obediently or out of obligation, Isaac cracked two eggs into a bowl, handing the shells to his sister.

Back on Beaumonde, the alliance made sure nearly all med supplies went to the Blue Sun towns with the exception of New Huntsville for the Brewery, anywhere the money was. Most of the people who went to work in the factories did so not for the meager paychecks, but because living in the corporate city was the only place you could get medical provisions of any sort. Saint Lo wasn’t corporate. A hazy, dirty city with low income opportunities and plenty of brown-coats, it was last in line for supplies. The purple bellies would have swept it under the rug if they could. It forced the residents and medical centers to be a little resourceful and extremely creative, especially when tending minor injuries. Even though the shuttle had a decent first-aid kit with shiny packages and little instruments, sometimes tried and true wins out.

Using the brand new tweezers, Cyd carefully peeled the membrane from the inside of the shell, and placed it directly over the wound on her brother’s palm. It’d form a natural bandage, pulling the two sides together. It was probably deep enough to need a couple of stitches, but in a pinch, there wasn’t a body in Saint Lo who hadn’t used the egg shell fix at least once or twice. She absently rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb comfortingly. More than once she’d been accused of babying her sibs especially if they were sick or hurt, but they were content to be babied now and again, under the guise that it kept Cyd from worrying herself sick.

Satisfied that it was on the mend, that is the natural bandage dried bonding with his skin, she put a small piece of gauze over it and wrapped it loosely. “Poor thing. Good as new in a few days, though Yobo,” she cooed, kissing the top of his head for good measure. “Muti?” She asked, shaking a bottle of an aspirin-like painkiller.

Mathias waved it off looking like a cat who ate the canary and got away with it. "No need, had the best medic in the 'Verse patch me up. I'll be up to my old trick in no time flat." He boasted.

“Dis ń feit soos ń koeiI,” she snickered. It’s a fact like a cow.

Mathias chuckled, carefully flexing his fingers a bit. "Since we can relax the rest of the stay here, got any ideas what you wanna do?" Mathis said, stretching himself out. Work hard, party harder was the Skye motto after all.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Cyd said, grinning from ear to ear. “Khao Yai has an underground. Never heard of the talent, but if you’re both up to it, rave on?”

"Cyd suggesting a rave? Shocker." Isaac said with an overly deadpan expression before snickering. The younger Skye tossed the egg shells and, not seeing the point in letting a perfectly good meal go to waste, fished out a small single burner induction cooktop and a small sauce pot from one of the shuttle's storage compartments. Using a pair of chopsticks, he scrambled and fried up the leftovers from the previous surgery. He squatted back down near his sibs, using the sticks to play "seek and destroy" sad he fished out hunks of cooked up egg curd from the pot to nom on. "So, what's the scoop on this rave? Apart from OONTS OONTS OONTS!-...and dancing?" He inquired, putting extra emphasis on mimicking the beat.

“Ride the rails, rage a little, trade some kandi, drop some mandy? Come on, it’ll get your mind off you-know-who for a bit, and you like the oonts oonts oonts just as much.”

"Sounds like the best and only way to blow off some steam." Mathias grinned. "Who knows, maybe I get a bit of sympathy from a rave bunny. I should practice my sad face."

Isaac shrugged as he popped a bit of egg in his mouth. "I dunno, bruv. Ya look petty sad to me." He smirked at Mathias. "And who says I need to 'get my mind' off a anyone?" He added, rolling his eyes at the offending suggestion.

"No one … just you know. Say that when you have a sweet bunny pawing at you." Mathias said slyly.

“Even if you want to just trance out,” Cyd practically pleaded. “C’mon Lolo, We’ve been pretty much on since New Melboune. Don’t you want to just get bosbefok for a few hours? Shut it all down?”

Isaac lolled his head from side to side as he grudgingly concurred with his sister. "Fiiiine", he sighed, "we'll go. Check out the scene...maybe there'll be food." He raised his chopstick hand defensively. "I know...stay away from the brownies. I'm not making that mistake twice." He added with a crooked grin.

“I think Yobo has some red devils if you want a safer drop?” she offered. “I swear you can see the music.”

"Hey now … have you been peeking at my private stash?" Mathias asked suspiciously.

“Peeking” Cyd said, using air quotes. “Besides, what happened to all for one?”

"Not when it involves my secret stash …" Mathias said defensively "...that's why it's a secret. Duh. Like how we all know about Isaac's secret chocolate stash and say nothing about it."

"Note to self, moving my chocolates." Isaac scowled. "And flushing your purple pills." He snorted.

"Not sleepy time tea!" Mathias said with an exaggerated gasp. "Seriously touch my shit I will smother your ass in your sleep."

Isaac got up to clean up and pushed his butt at his brother. "Yeah, you'd like to be smothered in that ass, wouldn't you." He teased as he bounced his butt against Mathias's arm.

“Half a chromosome away from having sisters,” Cyd tsked with a shake of her head.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

What Goes Up Part 8

Alley a few blocks from the Xengenics Lab, Khao Yai Greenleaf

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule

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Whatever Bubbles Bubbles Up^

When they were out of sight of the crowd, Isaac slipped off the lab coat and helped his brother ditch his disguise. "C'mon! That was some quality acting. I genuinely sounded concerned for him!" Isaac smirked which quickly faded upon realizing how that sounded. "I mean, yeah, bro. I'm actually concerned, but….you know what I mean." He clarified through a weak smile.

"Smooth." Mathias said dryly. "I'm so shaving your hair off in your sleep." He promised with a wicked smile.

Cyd pulled a Dyson Tech shirt from her backpack for Isaac, and a black tee for Mathias, tossing them to her brothers respectively. “Hats, “ she insisted, tossing a ball cap to her twin and a bucket hat to her blonde little brother before tucking her hair into a light colored newsboy cap. “How’s the hand?” She asked Mathias, peering over to take a look. “Can you move your fingers? Your thumb? Make a fist?” Her sib complied, though he grimaced each time. “It doesn’t look too deep. We can patch you up in the shuttle, oweh?”

"Oweh. It aches like hell. Well take a peek a little later. No worries." Mathias assured his 'little' sister and he changed. "Nothing some TLC and a duchy can't fix."

Isaac pulled down the shirt and popped on the bucket hat, tilting it slightly when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a dirty window. "Man...I make anything look good!" He complimented himself.

“If you’re sure you’re up to it – We still have time to make that tour. Air conditioned bus ….” she dangled the words like a carrot, a break from the humidity.

Mathias groaned like a child. "I do like air conditioning …" He grudgingly admitted.

Isaac sidled up alongside his brother, grabbed his injured hand and wagged it at his sister. "How could you even think of such a thing when poor Mat is wounded?!" He tsked at Cyd and shook his head. "Selfish. Taking him on a boring ass tour...in his state!"

"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW" Mathis whined, jerking his poor hand away cradling it protectively from … everyone!

Cyd rolled her eyes at Mathias’ histrionics. He could move all of his fingers just fine, his thumb was actually tucked in. Tough to tell if he wanted attention or just wanted to guilt Isaac. She could help with both. “Selfish, because I thought my baby brother would want to see the monkeys,” she said smugly, giving him a good shot in the arm on Mathias’ behalf.

Isaac winced and withdrew his hand, mimicking his brother as he nursed his own wounded paw. He completed the mimicry by childishly groaning "I do like monkeys…"

"But … you see them all the time … in the mirror." Mathias quipped and tugged on Isaacs bucket hat so it sat askew. "He thinks he's people!" He cooed looking to his sister.

Isaac's face scrunched in annoyance as he swatted away his brother's good hand.

“We’ll go for a few stops, take a few pics and then ditch.” Cyd bargained.

"Sounds good to me. To that and the AC." Mathias gave a broad grin. "Too bad there isn't a beach to chill out at."

“This is Greenleaf,” she reminded him. “Beach would be full of barracuda, or gators or some other big bad. But you know what else it has? Plenty of dagga. That’ll make you lekker up, oweh?“ Once on the bus, she was able to sit back, enjoy the cool air and finally relax, mentally tick the job box as complete.