Western RP: play thread

Name: Malcolm Reynolds
Nickname: Mal
Occupation: Captain of the Firefly class space cruiser 'Serenity'
Reputation: Once a Sergeant in the Alliance Army, I turned against the Alliance in favor of free-trade and free-range opportunities rather than being held under strict government rules, regulations and watchdog efforts, now I'm considered a pirate, a bandit, a mangy cur of a cuss. So I, along with my rag-tag crew of 6, and a few cast-off stow-away passengers we've picked up along the way, survive as soldiers of fortune, making way the only way we know how.. and that's just a little bit more than the law will allow...
Appearance: Check out the official and unofficial 'Firefly' sites (run a search, you'll turn something up) for more details on the crew of the Serenity, pics and dossiers..

The show only ran less than 1 full season, but it was basically a space-opera western... I figure since there are at least 4 seperate and completely disconnected Earth-bound stories running and rambling on here lately, what's one more addition to the mess, from an entirely new angle, guaranteed to only further the confusion and disarray?

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SERENITY CREW
Malcolm - The Captain
Wash - The Pilot
Zoe - The Soldier
Inara - The Ambassador
Kaylee - The Mechanic
Jayne - The Mercenary
Simon Tam - The Doctor
Book - The Shepherd
River - The Fugitive

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Meanwhile, across the galaxy, on the planet Paquin, in the year 2524...

Captain Malcolm Reynolds is going about the business of wrangling his crew back to the ship, after finally settling a long-standing cargo run.
Mal glances about the rugged landscape around the landing zone, shouting down-wind.

"Jayne! Go find Zoe and Doc! Kaylee's got the thruster modules recalibrated, Book's checked the chits, they're legal tender, so we're paid and ready to book!"

The gruff, muscular man called Jayne turns his head toward Mal's shouts, nods and trudges down the dusty trail, passing through the swaying wooden gate, into a meager trading post village.

Mal bounds up the boarding ramp, into the hold of his ship, inspecting her as he moves. He is immediately greeted by a spunky female as he struts through he cargo hold, toward the bridge access.

"Everything's looking shiny again, Mal... Wash is getting itchy to give the thrusters a good burn... I just hope he stops short of burn-OUT again!"

Mal nods, with a half-arsed smile. "Jayne's rounding up the others... we should be golden in 15... go tell Wash to lay in a course..."

"Roger that, Cap!" Kaylee beamed brightly behind a thin layer of grit and grease matted on her cheeks. "What's our heading?"

"Home..." Mal frowned, sure he would be raked over the coals for his insane order.

"You mean.. back to Earth?" Kaylee gaped in shock. "Into the heart of Alliance-held territories? The one place we have avoided for all these past 7 years of pirating out here on the Fringe? That Home?"

Mal nodded, "You heard me right, girlie..."

"But..." Kaylee started to protest, the first of the many arguments Captain Reynolds was certain to get into with each and every member of his crew.

"That's an order, Kaylee... " Mal silenced her with his solemn stern stare as much as his sharp direct tone, and the mechanic stepped back and away, down the access passage toward the front of the ship, to inform the pilot of the intended course.

Captain Malcolm Reynolds had about had enough of running around, and running away from his past; it was time to take the fight to them...

"Homecoming..." he sighed, checking the straps, locks and latches for the cargo in the hold, prepping for launch, while he awaited the return of his crew...

((****ity **** **** Rick why do you have to post this shit 😐

Why do you even give a crap anymore, you're not freaking playing 🙄 ))

Mry shot two more in the pancreaus.

((Lots of training, and its not impossible, Neo has only got half thoru the I beileve the matrix has no rules and I can do all shit of stuff thing, but he did it, And whats wrong with doing a cartwheel on one hand while shooting with the other?

((You can't do it in real life because it's IMPOSSIBLE in real life! That's the whole concept of the movie, how these people were doing such amazing things that shouldn't be possible in reality. I don't care how much training you have (besides which your character is only what--23? 24?), it can't be done, not with any accuracy when it comes to the actual shooting part. Plus nobody in freaking 18-whatever-it-is thought to do crazy shit like that. Not to mention there's no point under this context--the reason he did it in the lobby scene was to pick up the gun and take some guys out at the same time. You already have plenty of firepower. If you want to do Matrix stuff, join the Matrix game, please stop mixing the concepts of different movies and genres. That's the only problem I have with the way you write in these things.))

(((May we please get back to the roleplay.)))

((yes mother 😮))

(( 😛 Very good, son))

Sarah saddled her horse and road away to the small town of Gospio.

Leo looked out of the window, out at the sun setting in the distance. How long had it been? He couldn't remember. His pistols werer at his waist, he was finally ready to get on with a normal life. But first he'ld need to get a job. He'ld thought about it and decided that for someone of his talents Bounty Hunter would be the best profession, he'ld head down to the sherriffs and look for any bounties

Vash reloaded his gun and shot another soldier before running to the next rock to take cover there.

Seven years later...

Norman Dixon stepped into the bar. He walked slowly and deliberately towards a large man sitting at a corner table. Dix thought about all the eyes watching him, and how all those eyes were eventually connected to a gun of some type. Dix tilted his hat lower over his face, sweat poured from the dirty pours in his skin, he had a slight prickly but shaven beard and under his buffulow hide coat was his pistol. A colt.

The bartender greeted Dixon. "You want to order a drink?"

Halfway to the crime boss; Normon spun on his heals and faced the bar. "Whisky." He ordered gruffly. A bead of sweat hung on his chin, then splashed against the bar kicking up a mniture cloud of dust. He sid onto the stool as the bartender turned to look for a 'clean' glass.

"Not from around these parts eh? Can tell, ye seen respectable enough."

Dix ignored him and waited for his drink. ("Soo, are there any other RPers in town?"😉

(Please join this old thing and we can see what happens... Otherwise... (whispering) this never happened. Right!?

A woman popped up from behind the counter and slid a glass down the counter to Norman. "Sorry for the dust. Get's a bit windy around here this time of day. Where you from?" She picked up a finished glass of scotch and dumped the remains back into the bottle before rinsing the cup out and setting it back on the shelf with the rest.

Dix blinked then took the glass and the bottle of whisky the barman offered.

"We need to see your money before you drink that."

Norman Dixon smiled at the bartender and handed him several bills. The bartender walked away to anther customer and left Dix his bottle. He glanced at the crime boss in the corner of the room. He was surrounded by whores and bodyguards. He gulped the first shot down, burning, his sensations tingling. "Nevada."

"Nevada is nothing but a dried up wateland." The bartender returned.

Dix didn't answer and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Hey now be nice to him, he's new in town." She glanced at the Crime Boss before setting a glass of water down in front of Dix. "You're gonna ned something a lot harder than whisky to calm your nervs... But right now you need water more than boose." She spoke in a whisper as she dissapeared back under the counter, returning with a few new bottles to set out for the night rush. "Does Nevada boy have a name?"

"Dix." He said gruffly. "And why water." He eye'd the glass with the drink then finished the second shot and winced slightly. He looked into the girls eyes.

The barman moved past his help and down to another bar. "What can I get ya..."

Dix whispered. "I don't plan on drinking it all. You have a name?" He flicked his hat and picked up the water just because it was there and drinkable.

She smiled and glanced at her boss as he passed. "You don't have to drink it all. As long as you get something other than this watered down wast of money.... I'm Saya. Nice to meet you Dix... And I don't know what you want with boss man over there but from what I've seen in the past you don't want to mess with that." She took his shot glas, gave it a quick rinse and refilled it with something a bit stronger.

"Thanks." Dix looked over at the crime boss then whispered to her. "I was hired to kill him." His right hand clutched the gun on his hip. "And I won't fail."

(( hey guys. ive never seen this before. can someone please explain? thank you.))

Saya was quiet for a moment, then she sighed and went back under the bar. "Just don't damage the place and we won't have any problems. Be careful Dix. You're on crazy cowboy."

(.... we're playing cowboys..))