Same Go-Se, Different Day, Season 1, Episode 2

[The Atillian]

All action starts at 'Coats Bar & Grill



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note to Atillian Crew-If I missed your character in the creds, please pm me. We've got a BOATLOAD of people flyin' on this thing.

[Rahl]

Admin note: Players, feel free to post for any in-shuttle reactions, discussions, introductions, etc. Alexz, Rahl would appreciate it if you took a look at his eye once you get the chance. I'll progress up to the ship either tomorrow night or Monday.

[The Breeze]

The Breeze stretched out a kink in her long legs with a deep, contented sigh and a catlike twist of her hips that had her sprawled out across two or three seats as she began to card her fingers through the spill of Lovely's hair, luxuriating in the deliciously textural burn of the silky threads over her bloodied knuckles.

It was a hell of a thing, that was for sure. Getting passengers was shiny all by itself, 'specially ones that called her exquisite -and their eyes weren't painted on, neither, to be sayin' so, cause they made movies! Porno, even!- but coming on the heels of a bar fight as it did made her hope that things were going to get better for them.

Hell, even Rahl got to sock Cap'n Ted McRuttface. She'd have liked to get a few licks in herself, if she'd seen him first- she didn't know much about the guy, but what she did know was enough to turn even her stomach, and that was saying something, cause she'd once eaten a plateful of monkey testicles, and between the two, the nuts had been the more palatable by far. Speaking of which... "Thought we was gonna stick around fer a few, Cap? Y'know, stay in crappy no-tell motels, get drunk offa pissy tourist booze, the whole deal. What gives?"

[Rex Yangtree]

Yangtree was last on board, he made sure of that, defering only to the Captain, 'still herding the crew like chillins, which I'm sure they resent the hell out of'.
The Captain seemed to make a head count, but that they were all on board one of Atilla's craft seemed to him 'pretty much happenstance.'

Rex sat uncomfortably in the chair, he'd strapped in and buckled up, but his back hurt now. And his left hand, the one that had held the little steel lipstick sized flashbang; it had made for a helluva punch, his knuckles were swelling up now.

'So much for soaking in a spa and smoking an overpriced cigar while stoned houri massaged my muscles under the warm magical mineral waters of the secret hidden springs of Santo, hmph.'

He shifted again in the seat, his back was bruised under his shirt; hurting now that the adreniline from the bar fight was over. The pain was straight across from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.

Yangtree finally found a place of some comfort, or at least minimal pain; with eyes closed, he rested his head and listened to the shuttle and the crew.

[Bayttee]

Jax suggested that someone's riding along with Bayttee... So if you want to riding with her, go ahead and write yourself in.

Bayttee sped her little two-seater car along, it's three wheels humming as she tried to keep pace with the speeder driven by the first mate. Drew? Short for something? Druscilla maybe? Either way, it was a speed-demons dream.

Neon orange, taxi-yellow, dirty-street gray: all whipped by in an impressionist paintings blur as the tiny car revved to it's highest capacity. Swerving hard, Bayttee managed to miss a pair of long-legged dancers crossing the road, only to have to jerk the wheel back over as a whun-dahn in a huge black hover-limo hogged the entire road.

"GET A LICENSE!" She screamed out her window, as she slammed on the brakes, sending the back end of the car swinging around. "BASTARD!"

Behind them, sirens roared and she had to smile smugly to herself. Out in the nick of time. "Let's not make a habit of that, Bay-girl." She murmured to herself. So far so good, she thought. She'd made contact, had a ride, shown she could hold her own in a tight spot.

And now she was running from cops through mid-day New Las Vegas Traffic! What a day, Bayttee, what a ruttin' crazy day!



Bayttee's car- only hers is substantially older and more battered looking. Kind of rusty.
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[Rolf Pappenschtein]

The car looks built for one, but why not...


Rolf volunteered to ride the woman, Bayttee. He wasn't sure of his decision yet, considering he had caught glimpses of her during the fight. Rolf didn't know if he wanted to be on the wrong side of her fists. He climbed aboard anyway and the ride started like he expected, but soon...

Wow! This was almost as much fun as a gunfight. That put it pretty far from eating, but still awesome. Rolf watched the blurs of other cars as they sped along. As the collage of colors whizzed by he let out a roar of a laugh.

As the woman dodged a pair of dancers in the street and then swerved the other way to dodge some fancy-pants limo, Rolf reassessed his opinion of the woman. She is definitely the good kinda crazy!

As the back end of the car suddenly swung around, Rolf grabbed onto the door. "GET A LICENSE! BASTARD!"

"Heilige Scheiße! Ich denke, dass ich ein neues Paar Hosen benötige." Bayttee muttered something as sirens began to whine behind them. Those cops might need some convincin' to leave us alone..." Rolf removed his pistol from between his lower cheeks and glanced back as he let out another howl of laughter. "Things are startin' to get interestin', huh?"



Translation note: "Heilige Scheiße! Ich denke, dass ich ein neues Paar Hosen benötige." in english is "Holy [expletive deleted]! I think I need a new pair of pants."

[Alekzander]

The fight had ended as abruptly as it had started... Alekz was pretty sure they were the winners, but the crew had sustained their fair share of scrapes and bruises.

Aboard the shuttle, Alekz was too busy eyeballing the injuries of the captain to care about the other crew, or the newcomers. With what he referred to as his "essentials kit" clipped to his belt, Alekzander had a small pen light shining into the captain's eyes, his free hand holding his eye lid open.

"Maybe you are having concussion, Captain... do not be going to sleep soon..." tucking the light into a pocket, he pulled a small squeeze tube of disinfectant and placed a small dab on a sizable gash near the captain's eye. "or be getting into any more fisty fights soon..." stashing the tube back in his kit, he pulled a minuscule butterfly bandage and spliced the cut together... it might leave a terrible scar that way, but the captain was probably ok with that. "Or be getting into any fights at all, okay?"


He might convince Rahl of a stitch or two when they were back aboard the ship.. but for now he was healthy o-kay. Glancing around at the other occupants of the shaky shuttle, Alekz did his best to identify anyone else who might need treatment. He wasn't sure how many of his rag-tag troupe were content to lick their own wounds.

[Rex Yangtree]

He was lucky.
Ghost luck some called it.

All through the war, he had taken injuries and cuts, bullets and the close explosions.
Never once had he missed a night on the line, not up in the black jumping from ship to ship taking out the Indy space forces; not in the trenches when they didn't need him cutting through bulkhead. 'through and throughs'; cuts that missed arteries; blasts that tossed him like a straw rag doll.

Ghost luck some called it.
Those soldiers that couldn't seem to die, or even get hurt.
A rain of shells comes down, they walk away;
their ship crashes, they get a little glass in their hair.
Those soldiers that had that weird light around him. You knew they were getting through it alive.
When someone that everyone thought had the ghost did die,
it just made those others all the more spooky.

- - -

Yangtree opened his eyes to a small slit and spotted Alekz giving the rest of them the look over.

He'd like to have his back looked at, just to be sure;
pretty sure something cracked or pulled out of joint on his hand;
and his jaw and left cheek took a whack.

Rex had got no qualms about getting the medic on him;
you can't fight if you don't heal up.
But the idea of having the still certainly drunk Alekz setting his index finger back in it's joint properly isn't one he's too excited about.
Not the pain, he'd just like to have it done right.

Rex raised his hand anyway, like a good soldier, and showed him the swollen knuckles of his left hand.

- - -
He took another look around,
Breeze back there, and the new dolly-do-it-all.
As he leaned back in the seat, found that comfortable position again, the reality sank in.

There weren't any more battles coming. Barfights and deals gone bad, that's it.
He could go hire on with a merc band, but that was like shooting ducks in a barrel; not a battle, not the challenge. Not companies of soldiers spread out around him, following his lead; not a squad rocketing across the black to a ship with twenty times their number on it; not at platoon crawling through mud and blood to get close enough to charge a position with guns trying to kill you.
Flanking, covering, moving, waiting, planning.

Could've stayed on the dole. Alliance hunting down the diehards; the gangsters and bandito; the little tiny warlords. Just bigger ducks, still a barrel.

Besides, he liked ducks.

Could've stayed at Higgin's Moon, be out hunting insurgents now.
Hardly difficult, they tend to group together for the comfort of the revolution.
Or joined them, but then that'd be breaking them out to little cells, playing a different game.

No, it's all over.

'I've got this lot then, not that any of em'll give a flip.
That Baytee looks like a pal, we'll see.
And got the Breeze back there for fun'
- the little pang about something not being quite right about her,
that he's taking advantage of something precious long broke, it's still there, but hell, 'I'm only human'.

He smiled to himself.

'not a bad lot, got my gear;
got my health, still young;
flying around the black,
why would I want to go get a real job for?'

'nothing much can happen,
I got the ghost luck'

'just a lucky duck I guess'

[Bayttee]

"Things are startin' to get interestin', huh?"

"Interestin' don't begin to define it!" Bayttee laughed along with her passenger. He was alright, this one. She'd been a little worried that Rolf might be an uptighter, but if he was lovin' the ride, then he couldn't be all bad. The glance across the car had pulled her attention from the road for a split-second, "WHOA! Hold on!"

The split second had caused her to miss the turn that Andrea had taken, and Bay jerked the wheel hard, bringing the car up on two wheels for a second. It thunked back to pavement with an unnerving grinding sound, and then they were in the docking-ships lanes.

Bayttee floored it, catching air as they whined up the cargo ramp of the Atillian, then breaking hard and pulling the wheel right, so that they spun full-circle, coming to a stop facing the open bay doors. "HELLALUIAH! That was fun, wasn't it?"

She jumped out of the car, shaking both hands to loosen the 'death-grip' she'd had on the steering wheel. She glanced over to Rolf to see if he'd had a heart attack yet, and then up and out the shuttle soaring in. Something wet hit her foot and she glanced down- some kind of engine fluid from under the car. Oops. Wonder how good their mech is? Bayttee let out a little sigh, then shrugged over at Rolf, "Guess sightseein' Santo wasn't exactly in y'all's plans?"

[Rahl]

"Thought we was gonna stick around fer a few, Cap? Y'know, stay in crappy no-tell motels, get drunk offa pissy tourist booze, the whole deal. What gives?"

"Sticking around didn't seem like the best idea after that bar fight. We'll get some shore leave next stop," he promised, wincing as he felt the swelling around his eye. That huen-dahn Ted sure knew how to throw a good punch. He didn't have time to reflect on it as the shuttle came closer and closer to the ship. At the sound of a solid docking, Rahl relaxed. He was home.

As the sirens approached, he tensed once again. Feds. "Seems we've got visitors..." Moving onto the ship, he keyed the all-call. "This is the Captain speaking. All new passengers, welcome aboard The Atillian. We seem to have some visitors of the official variety, so your tour is going to be delayed. Breeze, show the new passengers to their quarters; Rex and Drew, meet me downstairs."

Switching the comm off, he moved towards the cargo bay, cutting through the galley long enough to check on Shannon. He glanced approvingly over the meal that was in progress. "Make sure you set some extra places at the table. We've got a full house," he informed the cook. Stepping easily from galley to cargo bay, Rahl waited calmly as the sirens grew closer.

[Rex Yangtree]

Rex Yangtree dozed a bit, a lecture by the old one at Academy, the void lecture, the one that left everyone scratching their heads and reaching for the Tao Te Ching.

He woke as the shuttle docked.

Sirens sounded, 'not a good sign.'
Great, his curiosity as to the Captain's cargo stirred up, but then, they hadn't got it on board yet. 'must be about the fight.'

" . . . Rex and Drew, meet me downstairs."

"Yes Captain." He replied, just loud to enough to make sure Rahl knew he had heard him.

Yangtree went straight there, Cargo Deck, waited for Drew and Rahl.
He made no sign by his posture that his back hurt, a quick look at himself at a reflection in a window told him he looked much as his Captain did; that he'd just been in a fight.

He nodded to Bayttee and another chap, one that had been at the bar.
The Captain had invited everyone back, passengers and potential crew;
that should play in their favor, taking a boat load of transients off the planet.

Rex took the Alliance Officer issue pistol out from his belt in the back and figured to either set it aside, or slip into the front of his belt if it was definate Purple Bellies coming to give them the go-around. 'Couldn't hurt.'

[Shannon Grey]

On The SHIP

Shannon had become accustomed to staying on the ship in his kitchen cooking. Always cooking. Finding ways to better flavor the protien. Some days he would even have help. Vuida was her name if he remembered correctly. She was too terrifed to leave. She often seated herself at the end of the table watching every move he made; every cut.

Today he knew would be special. He had perfected the protien. Finding the right combination of flavor. Taking a small taste, Shannon spoke to himself. "Lovely."

[Rolf Pappenschtein]

"HELLALUIAH! That was fun, wasn't it?"

Rolf chuckled a bit as the car spun around in the ship. The adrenaline was gone now, and the ride was over.

"Guess sightseein' Santo wasn't exactly in y'all's plans?"

Rolf shrugged, "Bah, sightseeing don't usually involve food. And I didn't get to finish my meal at the bar." He rubbed his tummy to emphasize his statement.

"This is the Captain speaking. All new passengers, welcome aboard The Atillian. We seem to have some visitors of the official variety, so your tour is going to be delayed. Breeze, show the new passengers to their quarters; Rex and Drew, meet me downstairs."

Rolf wondered if they would eat soon, he was starving.

[Rex Yangtree]

As he waited, looking through the viewport at the source of the approaching sirens, he turned and walked over to Bayttee and Rolf.

"Glad you made it Bayttee." He is indeed, she seemed 'kindred'.
Rex eyed the vehicle they had arrived in with some gleeful amusement, smiled and nodded at its appropriateness and functionality.

He offered his right hand to Rolf, "Rex Yangtree, Sergeant of the Guard."
Rex made a polite and yet slightly playful stiffening of the body, with a bow;
all but a click of the boots.
'the man has a bit of a soldiery cut to him... but then, after uniwar, who didn't?'

Yangtree is definitately feeling better, some fine recreational fighting;
a little rest in the shuttle;
dinner getting put on the table, new crew to meet;
the Breeze loosening up for god know's what;
now; just get out of this little entanglement.

"Don't worry about chow call, we've a fine cook. As soon as the Captain arrives and assuming we avoid criminal prosecutions and detainment, we'll be sitting down for sup."

He kept an eye on the cargo door, ready to join the Captain and X.O.

"So, your friend at the Tavern? You caught up on old times?" He said to Bayttee, flexing the sore left hand.

[Lazarus]

Lazarus stretched his arms as he left the shuttle, immediately spotting his equipment and the luggage he'd waved the hotel for in transit. Already pleased with the ruggedness of the crew, he removed a lens from his jacket pocket and began to frame the Attilian.

"Yessss, yesss...very nice, very worn, yet sturdy...screams frontier ride, aches for rustic sweat & lust!"

Looking around the cargo bay, he noted the space would suffice for studio space if needed, "Exquisite..." he mumbled to no one in particular.

Suddenly, he felt the weight of another upon his back, "What d'ya think brother? Think this band of brigands can get the 'ol juices flowing?" Lovely asked, now piggy-backing a ride on Lazarus.

"Indeed, sister, indeed! I'm seeing possibilities aplenty unfolding before mine eyes, my dear Lovely. We should have quite the adventure ahead of us here, yes...quite the adventure!"

<< OOC - Lovely GM'd w/permission >>