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browncoatdevil.livejournal.com

Things on Whitefall had gone downhill in a hurry. Well, a hurry was an understatement- it was more like being chased by a thundering herd of wild flying monkeys that had every intent on making you pay for something you sort of weren't responsible for. Even if her temper was to blame for the current cursing in Mandarin behind them and the sounds of gunfire echoing in their direction.

It had been a sour deal from the start with too many of the mission objectives changing at the drop of a hat from the Fence and the Client. What was supposed to have been a quick drop for some easy cash had turned into a firestorm the instant someone had dropped a glass in the bar, leaving Captain Gwen MacKenzie and her 'Security Officer' Jay Andhek running through the tiny alleyways throughout the densely populated city. "Real bright move, Red," Jay drawled out as the ducked into a darker street corner, having the chance to catch their breath and reload. "Real easy job. Drop the goods, get the chips, and we're off. Remind me next time to thank you for finding us the easy stuff."

"Shut your gorram mouth, Jay," Gwen replied in a growl as she quickly examined the grazed mark on her right arm where a bullet had nearly got her. Blood was already soaking through the worn brown material. "Get Fisher on the com and Cressi prepping. Now."

Sounds of feet running in their direction caused the woman to move, reaching out a hand to grab Jay by the arm as they moved away. It was a ways back to the docks but if they could manage to get back before the landlock was put on...

Mid-step she turned her head to glance back at the men following them with her pistol raised to fire. It only took a blink of the eye- less than half a second for everything around them to change. The first thought that entered into her mind was comparing hitting a brick wall to being suddenly dropped to the ground. "Chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo," the red head moaned as she slowly started to pull herself up right once her jaw had decided to unlock. Really, she hadn't drank that much had she? "That... is gonna leave a mark."

One glance about told her everything she needed to know. The place stunk of the Alliance. Ignoring the searing pain from the bullet graze on her arm, green eyes quickly scanned the room as she slowly drew herself to her feet. If they had gotten her, what about Jay and the others? Deep in the pit of her stomach something felt uneasy and unsettled. "Jay? Gorramit... Anyone?"

The only object she saw of interest rested upon a table something close to the Cortex books she had seen Nym messing with. Boot-clad feet hurried to the object that she picked up, pressing a few buttons hoping it would work. "This is Captain Gwendolyn MacKenzie of the Cressida requesting assistance or, ah, access to my crew. Rights weren't read so I'm pretty sure I ain't bound by law to be here so someone better start explain' this t' me before I start makin' a right mess of things."

lapsedsaint

Here we have John, back in front of his tablet. No holo this time, since he doesn't ant anyone to know exactly how rough he is looking today. He's had plenty of time to think about what Buffy said and, well, that sort of think always leads to a little drinking.

"So, I was wondering..." He sighs and started again after a quick sip from his glass. "Anyone who had a run in with me while I was Asher, could you please contact me?"

It's a shot in the dark, he knows. But he has to try.

lapsedsaint

Asher had kept Charlie restrained and weak in the house for days while he learned about where he was. Going back through the tablet's archives explained why the sunlight didn't bother him, it was artificial and lacked the heavy UV component that was so deadly to his kind. He also learned that the replicator hatches could make almost anything. Not that they could make what he needed.

Charlie was becoming too weak to continue feeding from, so it was time to go out and see what other tasty morsels this place had to offer. Perhaps starting in the city center, he could find someone delicious. Before he left, he knocked Charlie out, trusting that she would be unconscious until he returned.

[ooc: First, I apologize for how late this is. Life got weird on me and busy. Second, this is the open victim/hunter post. Anyone who wants to be a victim of Asher's (you know who you are), start a thread and we'll do it. Any questions, PM me.]

stealth-shot.livejournal.com

There was a loud clang as Zoë landed on the platform. It was clear from her pose that she had just jumped off something, possibly the last few steps of the inside of the ship or off a boulder. Whatever the case as soon as the clang sounded from her boots hitting the platform she tensed because this place was not where she had been seconds before.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong,” she muttered under her breath. Her hand moved to her hip but her gun was no longer there. Zoë frowned and looked as if to confirm it. She was starting to like this less and less. So far, though, no one had attacked her or anything. Although, that still begged the question as to where she was and how she had gotten there.

She looked up and saw a strange device attached to the ceiling before casting her eyes around the room, eyeing every corner from her spot on the platform. No movement, no signs of life, and the only thing that caught her eye aside from the strange device overhead was the pedestal with a tablet on it. “Alright, no need to panic Zoë…you’ve been in far worse situations than this,” she muttered to herself. She ignored the pedestal for now and moved off the platform, circling the room.

The door was easy to spot and Zoë tried it but it wouldn’t open. “Figures,” Zoë huffed in frustration, resisting the urge to kick the door with her boots. Since the only other thing in the room was the tablet, she approached it instead. It was when she was reaching for it that she noticed the strange bracelet on her arm. “Huh, where’d that come from,” Zoë lifted her hand and felt it. If she didn’t know better she’d say it was fused to her skin. That wasn’t a comforting thought. “Least it’s not handcuffs,” which seemed off to her because if they hadn’t cuffed her then she was going to be one pain in the ass when they opened the door. “Someone’s asking for trouble,” Zoë eyed the door once more but it didn’t open. That’s fine, Zoë was a patient sort of woman.

Instead she turned her attention back to the tablet. She noticed that there was a light on and wondered if it was broadcasting something. She was a little suspicious of touching it…even if it did look innocent. It was likely that whoever had brought her here was still watching her from somewhere and that tablet was just as good a place as any. “I’d really appreciate an explanation if nothing else,” Zoë said, loud enough for any listening devices to pick up her voice. She crossed her arms and gave her “I am not amused” expression…she used it a lot on the ship and it at least worked on her husband more often than not.

skyfrome.livejournal.com

Let it never be said that Mal doesn't occasionally (very occasionally) listen to what he's told. After some not-so-subtle prodding from Inara about Taxon's woeful lack of an organized escape effort, he'd taken the advice to heart. And the following speech, delivered from his room in Serenity (albeit in a fairly casual manner) is the product of said prodding. Also, his very strong desire to get off this rock.

"Hello, esteemed Taxon residents and neighbors! I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, and if I might beg less than thirty seconds of your attention, that would be very much appreciated, 'cause I intend to be brief.

Forgive me for statin' the painfully obvious, but it seems we're all in a whole special new kind of mess of trouble here, and it also seems that we ain't exactly gettin' much closer to figurin' out a solution.

And by 'solution', I do mean, most emphatically, a 'way out', not a way to make ourselves more comfy and our rations less bitter to swallow. ...not that I don't have a fond appreciation for the 'burgers' in this place, 'cause they are... really not the point here.

Now, by my reckoning, we've got all manner of folk here-- all manner of talented, intelligent and resourceful folk, who, if they had the notion to unite their efforts and work together, might even have half a hope of gettin' us out of this gorram cave.

...I should probably mention, at this stage in the proceedings, that I ain't one of those folk. I'm just a man knows his way 'round a gun and a couple of sharp pointy things besides, but if you ARE one of those folk-- I think now would be an excellent opportunity for a meeting of some minds.

...and mouths. Talkin' goes better with those, I find."

lapsedsaint

[Have some morning coughing, gotta love those smokers and drinkers, followed by the sound of a cigarette being lit]

So, I've decided that this is not a dream. Yes, it's taken me this long. Miss Serra, you'll be happy to know that you are no longer an alien. Al that being said, now I'm curious.

Who's working on figuring out where we are and what this place is? I'm getting a bit of cabin fever and I thought I might be of some assistance in the inquiry.

valaunbound

Vala knows she has to say something regarding recent events, but apologies aren't quite sitting right with her. If she apologises for Qetesh's actions, then she's accepting the responsibility for them aswell, and as she's struggling with the guilt enough as it is. She stares at the closed tablet for a while, contemplating how or even what to say, if anything at all. When she switches the tablet to visual mode, she's clearly masking any emotion and delivering the abortion of an apology/explanation with as much detachment and denial as she can manage. It ends up coming across as cold and defensive.

"Just to make it quite clear, that delightfully pleasant evil bitch that many of you had the pleasure of a few days ago, wasn't me. So if you were thinking of attempting any kind of revenge for her actions, I'm not the woman you're looking for. Thank you...

Uh... over and out."

Current Mood: nervous

lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com

In an ironic twist, Kaylee's grand broadcasted arrival into Taxon mirrors her grand first appearance on Serenity - flat on her back. Thankfully she has clothes on, though they are full of grime and grease and her arm position clearly indicates that she was working on something. For a couple minutes she just remains there at the top of the platform.

Why isn't she looking up at Serenity's innards anymore? How'd she get snatched up without feeling a thing? WHERE'S SERENITY?!

Finally she bolts upright, nearly going down the few platform stairs. The view from this position is no better, though now she can see the small tablet innocently waiting for her on its perch.

"Cap’n?" Nothing. "Wash?" Nope. "River?" Silence. Her voice starts to get louder and more panicked with each remaining name. "Simon?! Sheppard?!?"

"... Jayne?"

Ai ya.

"What’s goin’ on?!" She eyeballs the tablet again before deciding to just snatch it up. Maybe it’s linked to the Cortex. "'s anyone out there?" Wait ... this could be linked to the Alliance lines.

"We weren’t doin' a thing! Ya better let me outta here Or I'll do ... somethin' real bad to ya!" There. That just had to sound convincing. Hopefully. She looks around again, sees the single door in the room and makes a break for it.

Current Mood: shocked

xthchance.livejournal.com

On your video screens right now is an extremely no-nonsense Daniel Jackson. He's determined, both intent on seeming as calm as possible and rushing to get this information out to everyone as soon as possible. It's just another day at the office, sure, but Qetesh is supposed to be gone, dead, not inside Vala and attempting to reign over the entire city of Taxon. He understands people, and he knows that if they endanger themselves by confronting her, then someone is going to die. And by God, after losing Sha're to the Goa'uld, he is not about to let Vala suffer the same fate. As for the people here... he's seen so many people die, he's going to try his damndest not to let these ones down.

"Hi, everyone. This is Dr. Daniel Jackson, and I have an extremely important announcement to make, so please pay attention.

"Doubtlessly most of you caught that, ah, speech earlier from a woman calling herself Qetesh - or, as some of you already know her, from Vala acting very unlike herself. I need to urge you not to talk to her. Don't confront her, don't piss her off, don't - anything. Right now Vala has an alien parasite inside of her called a Goa'uld. These things are extremely intelligent, hateful, violent and megalomaniacal, and if anyone - human or otherwise - stands in the way of them attaining power, they won't hesitate to kill you. This is why I need you to stay away, even if you have a means of self-defense. Vala is still in there, and however that parasite managed to get inside her, whether by some freakish coincidence or for the same reason other people here have been affected strangely over the last couple of weeks, I don't know. But this is going to be complicated because we can't let her get hurt.

"There are a couple of us here that are... ah, very experienced with Goa'uld who lay claim to planets like this. We're going to try to get her quarantined until we can figure out what to do next, but until then I'm advising you to be very, very careful. She has a device that can and will kill or seriously harm anyone she turns it on."

He sighs.

"I'm very sorry about this, but we're doing our best to get it under control before she can do any real damage. Thanks."

((ooc: Jack, you've been voluntold for this, not that Daniel's really expecting anything else. |D I also fully expect this warning to not be taken seriously, yo. You crazy hero-types, you.))

valaunbound

Qetesh is seated on a throne for her announcement, she's in a very elaborate ancient Egyptian styled room and the echo in there amplifies her voice even more than the Goa'uld inside her does. She sounds very different to Vala if you've spoken to her before, much deeper and the sardonic superior tone is clear. Dressed with little left to the imagination, and wearing a Goa'uld hand device that looks like a metal glove, Qetesh crosses her leg and smirks as she switches the tablet to visual mode.

"Residents of Taxon, it has come to my attention that your population is growing by the day. If we are to leave matters as they are then we will be left with nothing short of chaos and anarchy. I'm sure you all agree that the results of such natural progression would be disastrous, so I come to you as your new Queen and your sovereign. I am your saviour, and you will worship me.

With my powers and influence, I can free us from this place. Your captors only wished to convey their needs with a true leader, someone worthy of their secrets, someone they can trust to execute their plans satisfactorily and not risk their exposure. I assure you, that you are in no danger, you only need pledge your allegiance to me, Qetesh - Queen and Goddess of Taxon. Through your service and obedience, I promise freedom. Those who will not serve, will die. Each of you will come to me to swear your loyalty and bow before me. Those who refuse, will be forced to see the error of their ways. It should be noted, my threats are neither idle nor boastful, I am Goa'uld. Your ultimate freedom is at stake, Taxon. Choose wisely."

[[ooc: Qetesh glitch starts!]]

Current Mood: predatory

hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com

All right. Inara had had enough of hiding in her shuttle. Mal had been out into the city and had come back with a shiny knife, who knew what she'd find? So far everyone and everything on the network had seemed harmless...and just in case she took care to buckle on the target-shooting luger pistol that those niches in the wall had supplied for her in a hidden thigh holster.

Obviously her career was on hold at the moment until they worked out where they were, why they were there and got back to civilization somehow, but it still felt odd to go out dressed in anything less than layers of embroidered silk and skirts. And with the clever devices that provided whatever style and color she could want at no apparent cost getting dressed nicely wasn't a problem.

Wrapping a shawl low on her arms in a deep red patterned with gold that matched the dress she'd put on she hesitated at the cargo bay doors. Should she leave some kind of word?

Hmph. Nobody left word with her when they went out exploring for knickknacks to steal. If anyone needed her or was curious about where in the world she'd wandered off to, she had her tablet device with her and it would, she'd learned, let people know where she was. Some days she'd just ended up watching the little dots move around on her own display...

So, for the sake of not becoming a crazy hermit who obsessed about people's dots, she finally exited with a suspicious look up at the sky. She wondered if it would do that thing again where it had been day all night and the others said they saw the cave walls behind it. The landscape was downright odd, like a work of 20th century modern art or the Ninth Wave hyper-realism movement in the 23rd with Victorian townhouses right next door to what appeared to be an empty lot full of strangely oversized stacked junk and across from a tiny idyllic forest spanning perhaps a single acre like something out of a fairy tale.

The more she wandered the closer she got to the Sanctuary, a place that unnerved her at best and so she skirted the edge of it, eventually creating herself a piece of fruit and a cup of tea in a nearby hatch and sitting down with it to rest, wondering if other people were out exploring like this.

[OOC: Open log, stop on by, talk to a spacehooker. It'll be good times!]

semimuscular.livejournal.com

Did anyone else just see the sky ...

[Wash trails off. He isn't entirely sure what he just saw the sky doing. He'd blame it on alcohol - in fact, he wishes he could blame it on alcohol - but he's perfectly sober at the moment. He isn't going to touch a drop of alcohol until he's worked out where his wife is.]

I think the sky just went crazy and blinked out of existence.

[There's a pause, punctuated by a few plastic 'thunks' as Wash pushes his dinosaurs out of the way, leaning across the console to get another look at the sky.]

Don't worry, it's come back.

You can still panic, though, if you like? Nothing wrong with panicking.

In fact, I'm probably going to start panicking - in a manly fashion - any minute now...

[He hopes Zoe turns up soon. He really wants a drink.]

skyfrome.livejournal.com

[After a day that consisted mostly of walking around, checking what felt like every single building in Taxon for any signs of the rest of his crew, Mal found himself back inside Serenity- plus a WHOLE LOT OF TIRED and minus any of aforementioned crew.

He's very disheartened over the whole thing, although he DID manage to pick himself up a really nice knife that he found hanging on the wall in the hallway of a Victorian townhouse. So, sitting down in the common room of his ship (and admiring said knife) he decides to address the tablet]

I normally ain't a big lover of moralizing, but I feel the need to ask you fine folks' opinion on this one. Is it technically 'looting' if the stuff don't belong to nobody in particular?

yes-imagenius.livejournal.com

Spencer is standing next to a white board. On it he has Charlotte's name listed, the things he knows about her underneath her name. Next to that is his name, several things listed beneath it as well. He furrows his brow as he pokes at the tablet. He clears his throat once he thinks he's got it working and starts to speak.

"H-hi, uhm I'm Dr. Spencer Reid...not that any of you have to call me doctor. It's just--for creditably. Anyway, I work for the BAU at the FBI. Or I used to. Whatever is happening here, I don't think it's government. I'm trying to figure out who did this to us, who's trapping us here. The first place to start a profile is with the victims. We're all victims here so if you'd all weigh in, tell me your name, talk to me, let me ask some questions--maybe I can figure this out. I can't promise anything but I figure it's more productive to work toward something instead of--just aimlessly."

He stops and tucks his hair behind his ears. "I'll start first. You already know my name. I'm 27 and I live in Quantico, Virgina. Prior to being brought here, I had fallen asleep on my couch, watching Star Trek. I'd just gotten off a jet...off a case."

He pauses again and scribbles recent trip underneath his name and then turns back to the tablet.

"I'll be here, working on this so if you don't have time right now, you can get me anytime."

Current Mood: working

songofspoilers.livejournal.com

"I hate to be the bearer of the bad news, but I don't think Taxon's so innocent after all." River takes a deep breath before continuing, she's on the move as she broadcasts her visual, looking panicked. "Both the Doctors have gone and his TARDIS too. At first I thought it was just a glitch with the tablets, and I left it. But it's been days now and I've looked everywhere."

She sounds fairly exhausted, out of breath even. "If they'd found a way out, they would have taken others, they wouldn't have just left with no word, leaving us here. They're not like that."

River slumps into the chair at her desk, she's not sure what else to say and she physically can't look anymore, but she's fearing the worst. It's hard not to. She rubs at her forehead, exasperatedly, it's clear she's given up.

"Please, if anyone's seen them or spoken to them..." It's her last ditch attempt, maybe somebody knows something, maybe someone saw something. They wouldn't just leave...would they?

xthchance.livejournal.com

It's been an exhausting week. Daniel remembers helping Vala regain her memories the first time, how it was a somewhat slow process, but successful in the end. Jeez, he remembers getting his own memories back. It had taken a long time for everything to return. There had been things that stayed clouded even after he'd been cleared by the SGC as one hundred per cent back to normal.

But she's getting there, that's the main thing. She trusts him again, and she's healed. Claire helped a great deal with that. He still needs to figure out how to thank her. For now, though, he's concerned mostly with staying at the house, keeping an eye on Vala and on the arrivals.

So now he's sitting at the desk in his study with his tablet, a piece of paper and a pen, half-full cup of coffee sitting on a small stack of books to his left. Daniel turns the visual transmission on and clears his throat.

"Uh, hi. My name is Doctor Daniel Jackson, I got here about a week ago..." there's a pause as he fiddles with the paper a bit. "I just thought I'd ask you guys a question or two, since there seems to be quite a few of us now. If you don't mind, can you tell me where you come from, and a little bit about home? Because... I know not all of us can be from Earth." He looks at the screen with a small smile. "It might help to know where everyone is coming from."

As an afterthought, he adds - "Um, to start, I'm Daniel, and I'm from Earth. Which I, uh. Already inferred. Nice to meet you!"

skyfrome.livejournal.com

Well now, this is unfortunate. Just moments ago Mal had been, if not exactly basking in comfort in his bunk on Serenity, certainly a lot more comfortable than he is now, sprawled on the floor of a metal room with very little in the way of pillows. Also, there's the small not having any idea where he is or how he got there issue.

He clambers to his feet, then proceeds to rub the back of his neck as he revolves on the spot. An Alliance ship maybe? Except he'd remember if they'd been hauled in by the feds. There would have been shouting, and probably head wounds. And there's no sign of muscle either. Very odd. The tablet catches his eye, and he picks it up, examining it briefly with a detached curiosity. He doesn't bother trying the door-- in his experience captors don't tend to leave them open-- and instead lifts his eyes, figuring there are probably cameras trained on him around here somewhere.

Then, he waves. And smiles. "Well hello there. I'm guessing there's been some kind of misunderstanding, given that I'm just a perfectly legitimate, normal businessman. Really very unremarkable. But I'm sure we could discuss it, calm and civil-like, maybe over some tea, and without any need for unpleasantness or..." (his hand instinctively creeps to the pistol concealed inside his coat) "anyone to get shot in any kind of way."

semimuscular.livejournal.com

“You know, there was a time when this sort of thing would have seemed really strange to me.”

Wash lived on a spaceship. Communicators? Fine. Holographs? Lovely. Sonic devices of assorted effectiveness? Great.

But teleporters? Teleporters that picked up an almost entirely innocent pilot while he was sitting on the bridge and moved him – without warning – to an unknown location?

They sounded as of they came straight out of science fiction.

“That was before I met the psychic who could kill me with her brain,” he continued, raising his voice to address the invisible culprits, “And before subversive organisations started hiring sinister bounty hunters to capture my crew mates.”

He paused, still glancing at the devices around him with unconcealed astonishment.

( “Or maybe it was before I ate that shrimp protein when we visited Newhall? That would explain a lot…” )

hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com

There is very little doubt in Inara's mind, when it comes right down to it, who is likely to blame for this, whatever this is.

One moment she had been with the novices...they would never really be Companions, not really, but she and Sheydra were doing their best for them. She was showing them the proper form for holding a bow and arrow, but very few of them had the strength for it. Still, she was patient and showed the closest girl at hand how to extend her arm fully...

As the girl loosed the arrow and at the very least hit the target, if not anywhere near the center, she excused herself and sat down for a moment. She was easily fatigued these days. Closed her eyes and opened them--

And now she is here.

Standing and speaking clearly, her chin tilts up and her shoulders squared in a manner that she hopes fully communicates that she is in no way intimidated or worried, she smiles in a friendly but neutral manner at nothing in particular. Someone must be watching even if the room seems empty.

"Hello?" She says in a pleasant voice but one pitched to carry, turning in a slow circle with her hands folded in front of her as she examines the featureless walls. "I believe there may have been a misunderstanding of some kind, I am Inara Serra of House Madrassa and a Companion fully registered with the Guild. If you have questions I'd be more than happy to answer them, but I believe that there really should be some form of due process, shouldn't there?"

When no answer is forthcoming she starts to eye the device on the pedestal nearby, approaching it cautiously. "I really wouldn't want to have to bring this to the Guild's attention, there are very specific laws about holding a Companion against her will..."

And still there is no answer, and so she picks up the device. Some kind of communications device? There is a map of some kind displayed, and an indicator that moves as she points the device in different directions.

It's only now that she's looking at the device in her hand that she notices her wrist. In amongst the bangles and bracelets there is a new one, tight and gold and close to her skin. Did she...no. This isn't hers. She has quite a lot of jewelry but she remembers what she did and didn't put on. And it's tight enough that there's no way to remove it that she can see, not without cutting or breaking it somehow.

Réncí de Fózŭ had she been kidnapped somehow? Right out of the Training House? She holds the tablet a bit more closely, starting to get visibly more anxious as her eyes move around the room rapidly. "Show yourselves, whoever you are...it really would be for the best if you just avoided this kind of trouble and returned me to New Melbourne..."

In her agitated state, it doesn't even occur to her to try the door.

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[Visual] So not in Whitefall any more

[Visual] Making Amends

[Location: Taxon City Center][Open] Exploring

[1] Holo :: Arrival

003: [visual] a call to brains

II - [Voice]

006 [Visual] No Torches & Pitchforks.

01; [holo] lost in space

two; [visual]; public survival announcement [locked FROM qetesh/vala]

004 [visual] I am your Queen

二 [Location: The City in general] Deep space claustrophobia on land

002: Time for Some Manly Panic [Voice]

002: [voice] a debate

002 [Visual] Taking a poll

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one; [visual]; bearings - get!

001: [holo] this ain't right

001: A Sudden (Yet Inevitable) Abduction [Holo]

一[Holo] Honestly, I don't associate with petty thieves anymore...

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