Jayne Cobb (veranlux) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-11-09 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *amber, *jeanna, jayne cobb, kaylee frye |
New Arrival
November 9
characters. Jayne Cobb & Kaylee Frye
time. Day | location. T1-107
rating. PG: Minor Language| status. Complete
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Jayne was known for being a heavy sleeper. The sort that didn't dream - at least didn't remember them if he did. And if, out of the blue, there was a dream he remembered it wasn't in color, and usually disjointed in concepts that just weren't worth sharing. The last thing he remembered was being docked in Persephone - they were delivering a shipment of steel toed boots nicked from a deserted alliance space station. Wasn't the most exciting cargo they ever carried - but it was work. He'd bent down to pick up a shiny coin just outside the rendezvous point and now... sleeping... he liked sleeping. The Atlantis sun beamed into the room and the faint whistle of birds was heard. Birds? He hadn't woken up to birds in years. Bolting upright, Jayne instinctively reached for the sidearm he kept tucked under his pillow - but instead his hand held nothing and his arm was extended quite uselessly. Eyes groggy he blinked a few times and realized he wasn't in his bunk. The room was way to nice - smelled funny too. Least to him it smelt funny... his primal aroma of sweat and dirt that usually accompanied his sleeping quarters was not present. "Ching-wah STAO du liou mahng," * he muttered to himself as his brow furrowed and he froze in place - arm still extended and his eyes scanned the room. It only took him a moment to acknowledge he was alone. But alone where? He quickly jumped out of the bed, disregarding the fact that he was dressed in nothing but his boxers. He immediately moved to the window, but did not recognize the city or planet. If anything he decided it was a fancy rock that certainly wasn't Persephone. Meaning... they'd been ambushed and kidnapped! He glanced around the room and moved to what he'd devised to be the door to the outside world. He peeked out the peephole. An empty hallway. He locked the door and then gave the room a scan again. Immediately pulling the closest chair to him to barricade himself inside. He then made an inspection of the ridiculously nice pisser and found himself instantly impressed. Jayne's hands came to his hips and he said the only thing he could, "What gorram hogswoggle is this?" It was then that the hologram appeared behind him causing the partially dressed mercenary to jump and raise his fist in the appropriate direction. His fists remained raised throughout the first half of the introduction of what was going on. “Good Morning and Welcome to Atlantis! We know this must be unsettling but our people need you, and you need us. Here in Atlantis, we are fighting a war for the very survival of our people, and yours. You may not know how you came to be here, or that your world is in trouble, but we are fighting to ensure the creativity of all worlds continues to thrive and grow." Blatantly ignoring the words coming out of the obvious recording, Jayne moved from the latrine back to the small hallway peeking around the corner to make sure there wasn't someone operating the display. Just as he did so the hologram continued. "You’ll notice in the drawers you have clothing from home--" Jayne moved to the drawers and retrieved his usual military cargos and a blue t-shirt to dress himself. He hated feeling exposed. He blatantly ignored the numbered uniform. That wasn't his. "We have also assigned you a job, one we know that suits you and we hope that you take it on." "Already got me a job," Jayne mumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head and scanned the room for his boots. He spotted them in the corner. "However, if the position assigned is one you find you are uncomfortable with you may request a transfer." Seating himself next to the table it was then that he noticed there was a recognizable duffle bag. He immediately opened it and found his beloved gun, Vera. "Hooo," he made a nose as he lifted the piece of artillery from it's carrier as though she were a sight for sore eyes, "Least we've got each other there Vera, ain't we?" He examined the equipment to make sure all her parts were in place only thing missing was the ammunition clip. He checked the bag - nothing. "Damn it all to hell!" he practically stomped his foot. Turning his attention back to his gun he explained to Vera appropriately, "Don't you worry, I'll find us some." He kissed the gun before properly swinging it onto his shoulder with the strap. He'd missed the part of the hologram's ramble about evil destroying worlds. Not that he'd have understood it anyway... he did however catch the last bit." "....We are not giving up and look forward to you joining the fight." "I ain't joinin' nothin'," he declared. "This device will work as your communication device, there is a map, basic information about Atlantis -----.” It took him a moment to realize the message was talking about a comm device that was resting next to his duffle bag. He picked it up and flipped absently through the material without reading any of it. Landing on the map he decided the tool was useful for now and pocketed it. He began rummaging through the dufflebag to find more ammunition-less tactile goods, but just as he pulled out his revolver a knock came to the door and he immediately raised the gun. He was completely ready to bluff his way through an encounter. Ready to fight his way out of this if he had to. Cautiously leaning into the door he peeked through the peephole again -- Kaylee? "Who is it?" he called out watching the girl for any sign of distress. She had to have been held at gun point. She'd tell him with her face if she were in trouble. This wasn't their first rodeo. |