Partner wanted for Serenity/Firefly story
In reply to DancesInRain (msg # 2):
The "pitch" is an interesting concept. I currently GM a Serenity-based hybrid game that's just now finding it's legs, and I have some familiarity with the 'Verse as a result. (Of course, it's my 'Verse over there...)
It sounds interesting enough for me to write a small vignette myself and let you see if we could work together.
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The Mistral Wind was less than a day out of Boros when the explosion shook it to the core. Lighting shifted to battle lanterns, the emergency lights that charged up while power was available.
Shelton jolted awake at the sound, sitting bolt upright. Hmm... no sounds of airflow from the vents, no lights except for the lanterns in the wall rack over his bed, and an eerie feeling on the back of his neck that something was very, very, very wrong.
"Time to go to work," he muttered under his breath to no one. Grabbing his tool bag, he opened the door to his cabin and headed aft, when he heard a voice behind him.
"You're gonna need a suit. Explosive decompression aft of Frame 42." It was Marcus, the Mistral Wind's skipper.
"What happened, Skipper?" Shelton asked, a growing confusion crossing his face.
"I'm not sure," Marcus replied wearily, "Whatever it was ripped through the upper level Machinery Room like an express train. We're losing air, and we're on the drift. Suit up and see what you can do. I'm sending Shee with you."
"Shee? Somebody hurt?" the words tumbled out.
"Not sure. Wouldn't be surprised, though. Nate was back there tending the engines when it happened. Hopefully the Engine Room hatch dogged in time, but he'll be trapped back there if it did, with air in short supply. Go, man! For God's sake, go!"
Marcus slumped against the starboard bulkhead as Shee stepped into the passageway. In full suit with a rescue pack and her medi-kit, she looked them both over quickly. Without missing a beat she dropped to one knee next to Marcus, calling to him, "Marcus! What happened?"
"Caught a nasty knock on the head," he pointed groggily to the right side of his skull. His speech was beginning to slur.
She cradled his head gently in her hands, examining the bump. Under his thick brown curls, she felt the slickness of blood. Peering in, she saw the wound was superficial, and quickly applied a compress to his head.
As Shelton stood there watching, she turned to him and barked, "Shelton! Stay with me! Come get this rescue kit and get aft. I'll join you after the Skipper's stable."
Shocked into action, Shelton grabbed the rescue kit, and without a word headed aft at a dead run.
As Shee watched him go, she raised Marcus up with an arm-over-shoulder carry and spoke gently, "Shel will get it done, Skipper. Now, let's get you in a suit while there's still time."