FIREFLY RPG - Episode 0 - Prologue

Originally posted by Peach
Nadra raises an eyebrow at Kenneth as she takes her dish. "That was rather rude, you realize," she comments to the medic as she picks up her chopsticks.

"One day you will run out of ways to insult me. Then what shall you do for entertainment?" Nadra replies.

"Come up with new ways. One day you'll give in."

"Oh?" Nadra says calmly. "Give in to what, exactly?"

Kenneth stays silent, merely giving Nadra a knowing smile.

Nadra just shakes her head, turning her attention away from the annoying doctor and back to her own food.

"There's something very appealing about simple dishes like this, I find. It's very nice, Harmony."

"Though it could do with a bit more green. Not complaining, but as a medic, I'm obligated to promote balanced meals."

Christopher began to eat some of his noodles as well. It was certainly better than what he usually got to eat at times.

"Green's a bit hard to come by on a dustball like this one... next time we hit a good, earthy planet though, you can always grab some soil and seed, and start an on board garden. I've been on some ships that maintain entire greenhouses of sorts. Damn hot in em though."

Shaftoe smiles at the comment.
"If they cared about them, they wouldn't make 'em so easy to...get rid of..."

Harmony, robbed of her seat, grins at Kenneth and takes one two to the right of the doctor. "Oh, I doubt either of those things will happen... but thank you, Nadra" She says, before breaking her chopsticks carefully and stirring her bowl.

"And, doctor, there wasn't exactly much of an opportunity to pick up any fresh vegetables, and canned ones... I'd rather avoid them. I would have made a salad, otherwise." She glances back at the shelves, remembering the canned lettuce they've left sitting there since she'd first gotten aboard.

"Oh, and... Christopher, right? We'd have to get a gardener on board, and probably have to convert one of the passenger rooms. It might help the carbon scrubbers last longer, but we'd have to burn more fuel keeping the cooling drives running higher." She then glances at Shaftoe once, and then skillfully wields her chopsticks, tucking in.

Christopher shrugged.

"Never said it had to be a big garden, and anyone can be trained to be a gardener. It's not exactly an extensive job. But suit yourselves..."

Gabriel takes his bowl from Harmony and looks silently at Shaftoe at his comment, then he digs into his food. After a few bites he looks up and "Thank you, Harmony, it is very good. Definitely won't need a garden with a skilled cook like you on board."

"Flattery might get you far," She says, between mouthfuls, "But it won't get you another serving. That you have to make yourself." She winks at Gabriel. "But thanks anyways!"

Phillip is rather perturbed by Shaftoe's comment, distracting him from all the talk of food and seducing professional seducers.

"Um... so... you fought for the Browncoats, then," Phillip observes, uncomfortably. "Seem to have made it through the war alright..."

"Depends on your definition of alright. Alive, yes. But we lost didn't we? Not too alright by my standards."

"His own staff seems confused about them too," Alan says, turning to monitor the current performance of the engines. "... Say have you decided our next destination after the Halo?"

Vash came in, grinning as he saw the food on the table. Whenever your hungry you'll eat any type of food, he realized pretty early in his life.

He sat down to hear Philip and Shaftoe chat about the Alliance and the Browncoats.

"I served in the Alliance for some time. They treat their army just like any army is treated. Can't expect any more. People begin to forget the value of life during war. "

He dug into some of the noodles before turning his head up again.

"I had an ex-girlfriend in the Alliance. Still works there. Thin as a stick because of the rations and stuff, I suppose. Keep her looking good, if you know what I mean."

"I always heard they brainwash their men. Make 'em so they never really get out from under Alliance control. You know anything about that?"

Kenneth continues to eat casually, but he's fixed Vash with a knowing, suspicious look.

Christopher turned his head to Kenneth.

"Brainwashing? That sounds like something out of a Pulp Novel, don't ya think? Besides, if they were brainwashed, there wouldn't be reports of Alliance retreats and such... I mean, if I was going to brainwash my soldiers, why stop at absolute loyalty? Might as well program them to not feel pain or fear or anything else while you're at it."

Harmony puts down her chopsticks and glances at the doctor, "Well, doctor any rumors you've heard about brainwashing are just rumors. There's no way the Alliance would do anything like that: they equip their soldiers with the best gear available, in state-of-the-art ships, and keep them well-supplied. There's no brainwashing, or secret super-soldier programs, or covert experiments on entire colonies. It's all just conspiracies and rumors and lies." She snaps the final word, showing more than a bit of anger at the accusation.