Wyrms in the Verse

Gorram Reavers!!

Posted by: Joshua Chambers

Well, thanks to me (with some help from ZiYi Hai) We found that gorram reaver ship. I think Edward Nicholas Boots has the best idea. Cutting their power and forcing them into atmo to burn up and faking our deaths in the meantime is a win win. Well for everyone but kuh-ooh duh bao jurn Blue Sun. But I could care less about them.

I just need to get Lo Wick to agree and I think the captain will give it the go ahead. Maybe I can get xiao meimei to talk to him. She can’t still be mad, I’ve said duibuqi a hundred times. If we don’t do this plan we might as well be go tsao de.

Shepherd Concordhas been quite lately. As long as he doesn’t try to tie me up and keep me unconscious I’m shiny. I hope he makes some more chili soon. That was really good.

Prophecies in The Black
The Importance of Being Nick Boots

Well, we were filled to capacity with the Blue Sun crates, and that made the bird a might tricky on take-off, but still nothing compared to the over-capacity nonsense we did for that gorram mining company.

So, we’re off to some odd coordinates smack in the middle of the black to unload the Blue Sun crates, when Josh Chambers comes and interrupts my midday meal to show me he’d been tamperin’ with the cargo. I wonder how long he’s had the practice of tamperin’, and maybe the captain should know… but then I start to thinkin’ that the Captain prolly already knows. So, then I commence to wonderin’ why he’s trying to get ME involved in this, but I want no part of it. This kind of shenanigans would never be allowed on my pap’s ship, God rest his soul. But what’s done is done.

Some wood crates only got food cans innem, but that’s not so much what he was so all-fired interested in showing me. He showed me that some of the bigger gorram crates were filled with some kinda concrete, and that it had apparently been poured directly into the crates. Whoop-de-fuckin’-do. Deep pockt bigwigs at Blue Sun want to fill their crates with poured cement, well, that’s their problem if they don’t know they can send it more useful in its powdered form. Prolly some qingwa cao-de liumang pencil pusher what just had orders to send more concrete out to the black. Not my business until some hundan had to go lettin’ curiosity get his cat in our cargo bay, then try to rope ME into his paranoia.

Then he shows me some wires, embedded in the wood, leadin’ to tamper sensors. Ben tiansheng-de yidui rou! And he can’t even hack into them to un-trip them. Ben dan!

Best I want to do right then was just advise him how to possibly cover his intrusion, say with an accident with one of the mules. It’s impossible to un-break wood, and, well, these things DO happen sometimes.

His ‘accident’ looked almost convincing, but the sound of it brought some unwanted (but expected) attention. The Captain didn’t leave his quarters, but sent YoYo and Lo to investigate. I tried to convince YoYo that Joshua was trying to hook up some more hidden cameras, but she wasn’t buying that. I was dismissed, but thinking about it on my way back to the cockpit, I called down to the cargo bay to remind them that they’d need to fill out an accident report. That should be good enough to cover our collective asses. I hope.

I also hope Joshua never draws me into any of his crazy actions ever again, but who knows what the insane will do next? Shepherd Concorde made a right fine chili that night, but that’s not so crazy except that some of the ingredients were from a damaged Blue Sun can or something.

Oh, and speaking of crazy, the Captain has taken to wearing a blindfold lately. He wanted to try flying the ship blindfolded, but I secretly put the autopilot back on when he wasn’t paying attention.

Anyway, we made our way to the coordinates Blue Sun gave us, and if that don’t beat all but there is, in fact, a small asteroid there, just as promised. Trouble is, the thing is apparently painted all black, and some of the Last Resort’s sensors weren’t getting a signal reflected back from it. Despite all the hardship, I found the right place to land, and proceeded to do so with as much flair as I could manage for landing blind. (Hmmm, think the Captain may have been giving a prophecy?)

So, we’re there, but there’s no receiving crew to greet us, take their crates, and pay us. Captain calls us to arm-up, and see what’s doin’ inside. Meanwhile, he’s manning the cockpit still blindfolded yet. Mighty suspicious, though, to make the landing on the little black rock like we’re s’posed to, but nobody there to take the cargo.

We go in, and there’s no power at all until YoYo hooks the ship’s power into some of their systems. That works pretty well, we can use our juice to complete the delivery and be on our way. Well, we decide to poke around a bit first. Need someone to vouch that the goods have been delivered (mostly) intact. YoYo sends some electricity to the lift, and we make our way down into the building…There’s a weird, sulfur smell, enough for me to wear a paper filter mask, and it looks like there’s been some reavers on this rock, maybe about three weeks prior to our arrival. There’s been gunfight here, there’s plenty of blood, but no bodies. Same for most of the floors, until we got to a point where the elevator was blocked. Lo Wick and I basically rappelled down to the level where some secret laboratories were.

There were the usual office doors, but then there was a really big patch of poured concrete, just like what was in the crate that that whacko Chambers had shown me. All these prophetic folk have really got my neck hairs standin’ up, I’ll tell you. Anyway, we called for YoYo to send us down a drill with some concrete bits, Lo Wick drilled a good-sized hole, stuck some explosive innit, and BLAMMO! We’re in!

But what the Blue Bloody Buddha was in there that had Lo pissin’ down his leg? Zombies, that’s what.

Well, turned out that they were just people, all living, but in some sort of suspended animation, according to Doc Concorde. So, we gurneyed ‘em all back up to the ship, and I made sure we grabbed a roll of toilet paper for each of ‘em as we went. 200, in all, and all scientists. And right when I figured out which young science babe I’d like to stash away in my quarters and how to get her in there without raising suspicion, they all started waking up.

Maybe it’s just as well it worked this way. Once she woke up, she wasn’t much for talking to me. Kinda snooty.

Personal Medical Journal: Losing Sanity in the Black.

Entry by Shepherd Concord

I’m not sure if it’s the extended time I’ve spent in the black that is driving me crazy or if it’s the rag-tag group of misfits that I have hooked up with. This group is certifiable to say the least. One has a classic case of leaky brainpan but he may be the sanest of all. The mechanic often has a problem with gender awareness and is way too quick to box your head in as she is to just look at you. One of the crew feels like he is constantly hunted and everyone is out to get him and the pilot is just a raging hormone that is way too happy to spend all his money at a rim outpost on the most questionable of tchen wah. And the Captain! He is a question wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a nice flour tortilla. At any rate I think I’m finally losing my grip on reality. The other day I held against his will the renowned Dr whose medical discoveries in the area of mental manipulation are noteworthy. All the while I was convinced that he was an enemy just waiting to ahnilate us all so I kept him heavily sedated and strapped to the table. Finally after he was released by one of the crew he identified the brain manipulation preformed on the captain as being something he would have worked on. It was mentioned to the captain that the procedure could possibly be reversed and Dr Who was willing to perform it, but the captain refused. Shortly thereafter Blue Sun came and retrieved all the passengers and I soon realized that I never asked the Dr if he could at least describe the procedure so I could try to reverse it in the future if it was necessary. But with this crew, whats another hopelessly crazy person going to matter.

Blue Sun!!! ahhhhhhhh!

posted by Joshua Chambers

Well, Blue Sun used us, as I expected. The thing that has scared me the most is that they had a reader with them. I’m wondering if my cover has been blown and based on the comments from my friend in parliament I’m pretty sure it has. Between Blue Sun and the gorram reavers I’d take the reavers any day.

I don’t understand why the captain didn’t want that doctor to try and reverse the tinkering in his brainpan. I’d jump all over that. I’ll have to finish this entry later I’m too wound up right now to finish.

Hmmm. I wonder if the Shepherd has any of that chili left. It wasn’t too bad.

Browncoats and here we go again!

posted by: Joshua Chambers

The deal with Captain Fox turned out okay and it was kinda fun to get in the field again but I still think he was holding out on us. I wish Lo Wick would just taken off his rose colored glasses for a gorram minute so he could see what I was talking about.

With that done and some platinum lining my pockets (I must remember to get some sent off to the family) we are once again embroiled in an unwanted go se mission with the captain under someone’s control and it looks like that someone is Blue Sun! I was scared of them when I had the support of parliament behind me. Wuh tzai chien shr ee-ding ruh dao shuh-muh run luh bah . . .! Why we’re transporting goods for Blue Sun makes no sense to me. The rest of the crew just doesn’t dǒng the danger we’re in. I hope that yo cho yo ying Lo Wick keeps his guns loaded.

Well, at least Yoyo hasn’t threatened me bodily harm lately. She seems to have gotten over the whole hidden camera thing.

It’s time to check those bots I injected into Blue Sun’s systems before I left parliament and see if anything come to light.

I no longer feel safe...

posted by: Joshua Chambers

...not that I ever really did. This latest thing with the captain has really wigged me out. To learn that the captain is more than likely kwong-juh duh and that the alliance is probably responsible is not the thing my hiding from parliament butt needs to deal with right now. I think we’ll get through this but only because I’m jen duh sh tyen tsai and I’ll come up with something. I always do.

That thing with YoYo got out of hand. I was just trying to lighten up a tense situation with the crew, and make some money. I even offered to split the take with xiao meimei but she would have none of it. She’s a good mechanic and she scares me when she gets mad. I hope she gets over it soon.

Well, back to the Cortex. I hope it stays quiet out there.

Personal Medical Journal entry #24786– Captains’ Crazy. But it’s not his fault. -PRIVATE

Entry by Shepherd Concord

During the examination on Wen I noticed a couple well healed scared around the hair line that I suspect are from a procedure involving down to his temporal cortex. Running the best rudimentary scan I could given the available tools, I have determined that something has indeed taken place but the extent I can not be certain of. Early indications are that it pertains to reasoning, functioning and is also heavily involved in semantics both in speech and vision. Captain’s behavior on the last journey has been something if not peculiar. His actions were not those he normally demonstrated and when confronted he became belligerent and ordered those persons to return to what they were doing. While I didn’t suspect he was placing us in danger… well, more than he normally does, I did notice that once our current task was completed his demeanor has returned to its normal off beat self. If this behavior resurfaces I might be force to relieve the captain of his command. The problem with that action is that none of this crew is capable of doing the job (safely) and I have no taste for it. The best course of action would be the next time we are at a location with proper equipment, have the procedure reversed. But my surgical experience with lobotomies is limited to 3 procedures and only those as an attending. A vegetable captain would not be very efficient.

Medical White Paper #1 unknown bloodborne pathogen.

submitted by: Shepherd Concord

During my recent crew health evaluations I stumbled across a distinct viral marker among one of them. While viewing slide 7 of crew member 3, I discovered genetic marker 46 had been trans-mutated to include a non-destruct but rapidly spreading “marker” that is unique to his physiological make-up. Crew exposure to this bloodborne pathogen would be minimal, however could be possible due to the close occupation of the common areas aboard a Firefly is unavoidable. I have run subsequent test on the remaining crew members and I am fairly certain the no others are caring this marker. Spending nearly a week using the crude testing equipment and limited stores of pharmaceuticals on hand, I have replicated what I believe is a suitable inoculation and have administrated it to crewman 3. I have made recommendations to the Capitan that all crew members should report to me every two weeks for follow-up screenings to insure no others have been exposed. It is my opinion that this advanced pathogen has been created to track the movements of its host and identify those of whom he has had contact. If my findings are correct we may have already been “marked” as I am unable to verify its exact method of transfusion or length of incubation period. While I believe it would be limited to a bodily fluid contact from the infected host, it is possible that it could have an airborne property and merely a sneeze or common conversation would be a method for infection.

What Happened Next

Joshua sat on his bunk staring at the screen as he began to send his wave. Initializing his encryption program he began. “I know I said I wouldn’t contact you. I could never begin to repay you for all the help you’ve given me. The ident card worked flawlessly. But, I really need your help. The group I hooked up with is in a bit of a bind. I’m afraid there may be warrants issued. We both know that the Alliance can’t get that close to Calloway. An arrest and investigation may bring things to light best left in the dark. Not only for him, but for us as well. There’s an Alliance cruiser near here, The Magellan. Maybe the commander could be ordered to intervene. I don’t know what else to do. Please check on my family, I’ve sent more credits into that account for them. One of these days I’ll find some way to square this up with you, I promise. Well, I’d better go, want to keep this short. See ya later.”

Joshua sent the wave and did something he rarely used to do, but found that he was doing more and more often. He prayed.

Commander Harken!”, the call came over the intercom waking Luō bó té “Robert” Harken from his slumber. “What is it Lieutenant Chan? I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

“It’s a high priority wave, sir!” Chan answered. He sounded nervous. “It’s from Parliament.”

The sensors alarm came to life bringing Nick Boots out of his daydream. He’d get back to remembering his time with Nix Tanner later. Looking at the screen, “aii ya, wo mun wan leh!” he exclaimed. Hitting the intercom button he said, “Captain, you’d better get up here!”

Captain Wen Calloway nods to the pilot who hits the controls to answer the incoming call. The screen blinks to life revealing a perturbed looking Commander Harken. “I don’t know who it is you know Calloway but I’ve been ordered to settle a dispute between you and a rancher on Three Hills.” Harken holds his hand up silencing whatever Wen Calloway had started to say. “Listen, I don’t like having to do this. I have more important things to do.” He sighed as he looked down and picked up a paper. “I’ve already contacted the magistrate on Three Hills. This rancher should already be sending 800 credits plus your expenses to a Horace Chan’s account who will be forwarding it in to your account. You need to immediately return to Three Hills, we will escort you, and you will deliver those horses. I have some other business to attend to with the magistrate. After your delivery you will leave Three Hills and I had better never hear of your return there.” The screen goes blank leaving a stunned crew wondering what caused Harken to get involved.

It’s a short trip back to Three Hills under “escort” by the I.A.V. Magellan. The crew off loads the horses to Solomon Buckhalter who exclaims, “I don’t know how you pulled off this chiang-bao hoe-tze duh, but rest assured that Solomon Buckhalter will not forget this.” Captain Calloway just smiles and says, “We do the job and we get paid. That’s all we ever wanted.”

As the Last Resort breaks atmo Chambers picks up a transmission on his fed band of Commander Harken sending his report. “The transaction went as expected. We had a little problem with Killborn. The magistrate did not want to come peacefully. I’ve installed a new sheriff and a new magistrate. I let Calloway go as ordered but I would like to keep an eye on him. Something just does not feel right. I will await your orders on the matter.”

Marching toward failure

... with a smile on your face.

posted by: Wen Calloway

After delivering The art piece to Fanty and Mingo, We headed to the battle of Sturges to attempt to claim the fabled brown coat treasure. Nick computed a course and things went well. On the way, we looked up what we could about the battle, the ship we were looking for, and who else might be in the hunt for the payload. Arriving at our destination was pretty rocky- the debris field was thick and the Last Resort took a knock or two on the way in. After locating the derelict ship and docking, I had Yo Yo power down the non-critical system to minimize our sensor profile. Yo Yo and Joshua headed out to open the exterior and interior doors into the ghost ship. Yo Yo restored minimal power to the ship, but it was too damaged to bring completely on line. Targeting systems did come up, however. Joshua wasn’t able to find anything worth knowing from the damaged computer. Lo and I followed the engineering team in, and we set about locating the prize. Searching went faster than expected, it turns out I have a sharp eyed crew.

Speaking of which, Nick and the shepherd stayed aboard the last resort to keep an eye on the black. Sure enough, they spotted a Unified Reclamation ship at extreme range that was heading straight toward us. Nick let us know that we had company, and we started marching double time to get the treasure off of the derelict ship. Just as we were starting to board, the reclaimers spotted us and were apparently getting their magnetic grappler ready to roll. I sent the rest of the crew back to Last Resort and set about targeting the reclaimer with the missile system on the ghost ship. I didn’t want to fire on strangers, but their intentions were pretty clear and I couldn’t let my crew come to harm. I fired all the functional missiles in a desperate salvo, and their ship took one hell of a beating. It spun and lurched off randomly. Joshua blocked their outgoing waves while I hastily returned to Last Resort. Nick plotted a course out, and did a great job of getting us through the debris.

Sadly, the haul was protein bars wrapped in gold foil. Still a decent prize, but not the strike we were hoping for. We plotted a course to sell it, and got into some money troubles over the fuel costs (and poor book keeping on my part). We made safe runs for a couple of weeks to settle our debts and then went to look for another adventure with a higher profit margin.

One was not to be had, but we did find a fellow that wanted us to deliver his horses to Three Hills, a minor moon in the rim. The deal was for us to purchase the horses, and then sell them at Three Hills according to a contract on arrival. We also picked up 2 passengers, a shifty looking fellow that paid extra to be left alone, and a fine looking filly looking to ply her trade at the rim. We loaded the ship and headed off.

I made sure that both of our passengers were closely watched. Yo Yo and Joshua put some extra security precautions up. Nick took the job a little too seriously and saw much more of the girl than he prolly needed to. The fellow was an odd duck, but kept quiet. The horses took sick with equine virus, but the shepherd did one hell of a job getting them through it. They started to recover slowly.

2 weeks out were spotted by a bored Alliance warship and boarded for routine inspection. Their commander had a stick up his ass, but I think he was just doing his job. Our suspicious passenger made a bee-line for the bridge and tried to convince us to attempt a get-away. He didn’t pay nearly enough for that, and we didn’t really stand a chance of escaping anyway. He tried to take the girl hostage to force the issue, and got 2 salvos of gunfire for his trouble from Lo and I. He kept at it, though, until Yo Yo re-arranged his organs in the most brutal bitch slap I’ve ever seen. The Alliance boarded us, checked our papers and hauled off the dumb ass passenger. After that, the trip wasn’t eventful until we made land fall at Three Hills.

It was a struggling rim world with a tiny town and a vacant landing field. Some of the crew did business in the small nearby town while we waited for the buyer to show up. The buyer was bad news early on, showing up 4 armed hands and acting suspiciously. After I informed him that the horses were recovering from equine virus, he lost his mind. He wouldn’t pay, but still wanted the horses. I told him I purchased the horses as a commodity, so they were mine, not his. If he didn’t want to pay, I would find somewhere else to sell them. Then he demanded all of us be remanded to a local magistrate to settle the dispute, but I wasn’t about to risk the crew’s liberty on that god forsaken rim-ward rock. He lives there, we don’t. He has connections with the locals that we can’t compete with.

I decided they weren’t getting the horses, and wouldn’t have a chance of getting us locked up or taking my ship. I had Yo Yo grab the horse thief and then the gunfire started. I took a hit- gunshots hurt like hell. Lo dropped several of the field hands. The local law appeared in the 15 seconds the exchange took and ran towards faster than imaginable. We pulled back into the ship and lifted off. bullets plinking away at the hull. We set the son of a bitch back down on Three Hills 80 miles away from town, then sent a wave to the locals telling them where to find him.

Now were back in the black, trying to figure out where to sell the horses. They’ll fully recover given time. I’m starting to hate the rim. The core is a pain in the ass, but at least folks will do business. Everything out here is a thinly veiled screw job. I’m not gonna let the crew come to a bad end among these yokels.


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