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The visual comes on, sent to as many people as possible, and Inara's looking a bit...different-ey. Her hair is swept up into a refined, almost regal style and her expression is far harder than usual. Something in her eyes suggests that she is both very focused and very displeased about something, but when she speaks it's with a smile.

A not at all reassuring smile that seems like a thin veneer over superior disdain.

"I am not familiar with my surroundings. I can only assume that I have been captured by the enemies of the true path of Origin. This will prove to have been a mistake." She ponders her tablet for a while, tilting her head with detached curiosity.

"In the meantime, I sense many new souls in this place, unfamiliar ones. I would like to extend the opportunity to them to come to the power and the glory of Origin. The power and the greatness of the Ori cannot be denied, and those who accept the one truth of Origin into their lives and their hearts will be richly rewarded with that truth. Blessed are those who walk in unison, and hallowed are the Ori. Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high..."

Her expression hardens further, her lip curling briefly. "And those who reject the path to enlightenment must be destroyed."

[OOC: Glitch start! For the next two weeks Inara has been possessed by Adria from Stargate SG-1, a half-human, half-godlike-creature imbued with phenomenally powerful psychic powers like telekinesis, mind reading, mind control, summoning fire and magical healing. And she has an agenda. Also, she's Vala's daughter! More details here, and I hope this'll be a lot of fun. Questions, plans, anything, don't hesitate to ask! :D ]

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There's a voice from her tablet and she has a brief, surprisingly friendly conversation with someone who is apparently named "Billy" before she looks back to Mal. "I will be claiming this vessel in the name of the Ori until I can find something more appropriate. You can feel free to stay on as the Captain if you'd like, so long as you do as I say."

As she says this, her hand has remained poised in the air. What does she plan to do with that hand? It's a good question. "I also need to know how to transport people aboard. Where are we located currently?"

Oh well that's just charming, isn't it. He stands there watching her, possibly wondering why she's still holding her hand up (she doesn't appear to be concealing any weapons) and feeling increasingly irked. He's planted firmly in her way, arms now folded.

"Okay, see I'm havin' a number of problems with this whole arrangement right now. Firstly-- what do you mean 'more appropriate'?"

...yes Mal, because clearly feeling insulted on behalf of Serenity is a very constructive response at this moment.

"...that probably should've been second. Firstly, I ain't much of a god nor 'Ori' fearin' man, and I got no intentions of letting you take over my ship, or helping you do whatever it is you plan on doing with it."

Edited 2009-07-22 15:18 (UTC)

"This ship is inadequate to lead the armies of the Ori from," she says simply. "It's a transport vessel at best, small, very much in need of a good cleaning and will not house very many soldiers."

Her eyes light up with brief, fiery energy, and suddenly a whole lot of pressure closes in on Mal's throat, pushing at him with enough force to lift him into the air. "And yes, you are. I don't remember asking, I told you that you would assist me. Now, are you going to tell me how this vessel is operated, or do I have to take it from your mind? I assure you that the second option isn't very pleasant."

"Cleaning?"

Unfortunately he doesn't have much time to get further into what was no doubt going to be a most inspirational and irreverent rant, before he's suddenly lacking in oxygen and his toes are dangling-- which are far greater concerns. He clutches at this throat uselessly, managing somehow to choke out a reply.

"With all due respect... I've been shot, stabbed and had bits of me cut off by people very much less pleasant to look at than you. And I ain't helping. So please, do your worst."

"Fine," she said, her lip curling in a sneer. "Just remember that I gave you the option for this to go differently."

She started to force her way into his mind, quite an easy task as he didn't seem to have any kind of mental abilities to hold her at bay. The knowledge of how to control the larger ship and what was apparently a shuttlecraft that she had been in was there, along with quite a lot of other interesting information...

She tipped her head to one side, looking at him like one might examine an especially interesting insect as he abruptly fell to the floor. "This woman, this Inara, the one who looks like me...why would you be worried for someone who pays you so little regard?"

"I'll make a note of it." He answered, still pulling off deepest sarcasm even whilst fighting for breath (unsuccessfully). She wasn't lying when she said it would be unpleasant-- but then having one's mind invaded was probably never going to be particularly fun, especially when he couldn't fight back.

The pained grimace on his face as he drew in a ragged gulp of air, coughing and trying to push himself up onto his feet again after being dropped, was a testament to said unpleasantness. He looked back up at her, defiantly-- and also very pissed off.

"They don't cover 'love' in your two-bit crazy-person religion?"

"The Ori represent boundless love," she snapped with a petulant sneer that completely ruined what she just said. It didn't help a bit that the one man who had ever gotten close to her, it was all a trick to overthrow her. And it especially didn't help that that man was her mother's not-boyfriend, and here, and still seeking out ways to actively oppose her.

And for the trouble of the reminder she gestured and tossed Mal against bulkhead again with her power, more or less just to be peevish about it, and strode down the catwalks to the control console for the cargo bay doors. With the information she'd taken from Mal it was simple to get them open, more or less the pressing of a large button. Both her new disciple and her mother were supposed to be on their way, and she wouldn't keep them waiting.

Edited 2009-07-23 21:07 (UTC)

If Mal had been given time to scoff at the irony of Adria's statement, he probably would've done. Unfortunately he was busy acquainting himself with a hard surface and altogether incapacitated.

...That went well!

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