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Post by Jess on Mar 14, 2006 17:59:15 GMT -5
Take my love
Take my land
Take me were I cannot stand...
I don't care I'm still free you can't take the sky from me.
Take me out, to the black
Tell 'um I ain't comin' back.
Burn the land and Boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me... Morgan looked over her ship for the 9th time as she lay stranded on Greenleaf. She sighed as she looked over the old and beat up Firefly class transport she had bought, at a decent price too. With a little bit of work, and a lot of love, Captain Morgan Tybalt could have her boat running smoothly; all she lacked now was a crew. "Shes a piece of junk...I'll give it to you for 1000 platinum..." The conversation she had with the seller still played in her mind as she smiled and looked around, "Catalyzer's shot...engine has alot of ancient pats in 'er...computer's will never boot up and your radar is off by about 23 feet...good luck with 'er..." Morgan saw herself place the small bag with her platinum in his hand and smile as he walked off. She slowly moved her hand along the steel railing that lead up to the larger catwalk. "This baby has two working shuttles?" she asked herself outloud, amazed. "Wow...this could get us some money...." She say's again, pulling out a small cortex and tapping in the information, posting on the public Bb8 that she was looking for a crew...hoping to get a few hits. She smiled as her friend entered the ship, an older friend of hers. "What do you think?" She said as she turned around and opened her hands wide. |
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Post by Eldae on Mar 14, 2006 21:30:04 GMT -5
The man who called himself Elliot looked around himself with a critical eye. "It does fly, right?" the ex-operative asked, a hint of humor in his voice.
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Post by Jess on Mar 14, 2006 21:32:24 GMT -5
Tybalt sat on the railing and slid down, "Well uh...not yet...but uh...yeah...with alot work it will!" She say's waving her hand around, "Its a Firefly class!"
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Post by Eldae on Mar 14, 2006 21:49:04 GMT -5
Elliot grinned wryly. "It appears I underestimated the value of sentimental appeal yet again. So tell me, who's doing this work? Surely not just you and I?"
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Post by Jess on Mar 14, 2006 21:54:02 GMT -5
Tybalt puts her hands on her hips, "The shuttles work so I figure we search this planet for a pilot and a mechanic...maybe even another gun-slinger or two...then we head to Shadow or Three Hills and start searching for work."
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Post by Eldae on Mar 14, 2006 22:05:32 GMT -5
"If possible, you might want to try and find a medic as well. Particularly if you plan on picking up violent types."
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Post by Jess on Mar 15, 2006 13:59:42 GMT -5
"Good idea..." Tybalt say's as she walks over to the cargo-holds Cortex and begins typing something in. "Hopefully...we find a mechanic or engineer first though."
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Post by Eldae on Mar 15, 2006 18:06:38 GMT -5
Elliot walked over to inspect the rest of the cargo hold. Without bothering to turn to face Tybalt, he asked, "I don't suppose you have anybody specific in mind, do you?"
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Post by Jess on Mar 15, 2006 20:29:12 GMT -5
"Not really..." Tybalt admits meekyl, "But we could always search! I mean...this planet ain't that big."
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Post by Eldae on Mar 15, 2006 22:35:19 GMT -5
Elliot shook his head. "How do you do it? You always seem to have this enthusiasm and optimism. Aren't you ever worried that one of those people we find could be an alliance agent?"
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Post by Jess on Mar 16, 2006 15:07:01 GMT -5
Morgan laughs a bit, "We're far out of the core worlds I doubt we'll find an agent out this far..." She say's, patting Elliot on the shoulder as she walks by. "Did I tell you that the ship comes with a M.U.L.E.?"
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Post by Cerritus on Mar 20, 2006 20:27:29 GMT -5
As Jack sits at his table in the corner of one of his favorite bars he wonders when he'll have the money to pay off his tab so he can get another drink. He's been out of work since the last ship he piloted's engine melted. He swears to himself under his breath that he'll never fly a ship in that state of disrepair again. Unless, of course, he needs the money...or just really wants to. Yes. He probably will fly one again.
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Post by Eldae on Mar 22, 2006 13:04:19 GMT -5
Elliot shrugged. "You probably did already, while I was busy not paying attention. Remind me of the specs on it, will you?"
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Post by Pyronox on Apr 6, 2006 6:45:53 GMT -5
A man wearing a white sleeveless shirt and baggy grey pants emerged from around the side of the ship. His hair was brown, thin and roughed up. He stepped slowly, running one of his hands along the partly rusted metal. When he saw the small gathering of people at the entrance to the cargo bay, he let go of the ship and swaggered towards them.
"I got a thing on the thing," he began eloquently, pointing to the Cortex Interface in his hand. "You guys looking for a mechanic?"
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Post by Jess on Apr 6, 2006 22:03:44 GMT -5
((PLease post a character profile in the Appropraite section soon please ^^))
Tybalt starts to explain the spec's of the M.U.L.E. then, startled, spins around with her gun drawn at the New Comer. She sighs, "Sorry...habbit." And puts her gun away.
Smiling, she walks up to the new comer and looks him in the eye, "Yup...you bet...what's your experience?" She asks, rather straight forwardly.
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