This weeks prompt is: Showers

OK, following the hard-core smut of last week, here's another "first" for me: my first crossover! A couple of weeks ago I discovered, and fell in love with, Firefly. Yeah, I know, better late than never. So this plot bunny bringing together Firefly and BoTP started twirling around my head...and, as a start, led to this: //As usual, the day began with the customary briefing in Anderson's office. But he wasn't alone, G-Force noted as they trooped in, a heavy Monday-morning feeling hanging over them. A dark-haired man was standing next to the Chief, poring over a set of maps on the desk's flat screen. As the team settled in their seats, Anderson ignored their inquisitive glances and finished up calculating something on the map. "Team, there's someone here I want you to meet. He and his crew has been travelling around the galaxy, and sometimes come up with interesting tips about Spectra's activity in far-flung places, far away from the Federation, but still inhabited -- and, on occasion, targeted by Zoltar for their resources." He gestured to the dark-haired man -- yummy, thought Princess suddenly -- who was looking around with an amused grin on his face. "G-Force, meet Captain Malcolm Reynolds of the Serenity. A smuggler, con-artist, and very old friend of mine." Silence followed his words. The team had vaguely heard of teams of smugglers operating in the outer parts of the galaxy, but had not had the opportunity, or the need, to come across them. Nor could they fathom how one of them would be an old friend of the Chief's. "Ermmm... pleased to meet you, Captain," said Mark, feeling that, he, at least, should show some good manners. "What can we do for you? Do you need some help?" "And what's Serenity when it's at home?" added Jason. The dark-haired captain opened his mouth, but Tiny beat him to it, a pained look on his face. "Jason, you're impossible! Don't tell me you've never heard of Serenity! She's Firefly class! One the best transports ever made! I can't believe you, man," he added, shaking his head. "Well I had never heard of it either," said Mark defensively. "You", said Malcolm, pointing at Tiny, "are the pilot, right? At least someone on this team has some sense." He quickly overrode Jason's spluttered protests. "Right now it's not what you can do for me, it's what I can do for you. I have information. Quite valuable information, I should say. You see, not sticking around the Federation planets gives me and my crew all sorts of insight into places you lot have never been -- nor would you care to go." "Well we've got a job fighting Zoltar, in case you haven't noticed what's been happening in this part of the world," started Jason. Anderson stepped in. "Team, this is no joke. Captain Reynolds is here, as a favour to me." "And how much will he ask for this information?" said Jason belligerently. Malcolm faced them calmly. "Nothing. The Chief is my friend, and has saved my ass quite a few times in the past. I ask for nothing in return for the information I am going to give you." Princess raised her hand. Malcolm looked at her more intensely -- and Mark started sharing Jason's misgivings. "Is this about the electric showers we have been hearing about, at the outer reaches of the galaxy?" "Bingo," smiled Malcolm. "Chief, your team is not as useless as they appear at first glance. Your girl seems to have enough brains to make up for these two," he pointed at Mark and Jason, who were by now on their feet. "Oh no offence, Commander. My first mate is also a girl. A woman. Something along these lines." "Something along these lines?" mouthed Mark to Jason. "Is he for real?" Keyop spoke up for the first time. "Electric showers?" he prompted. "Right, kiddo. Here's how it is...On a recent trip to the outer reaches of the galaxy, we kept hearing about a sudden surge in electric storms, an occurence not unheard of, but not that common either. They would start and stop, like rainshowers, and affect all telecommunications. At first we thought it was the impact of some star going supernova -- but we couldn't find it, and, trust me, you don't need glasses to see them. The locals, on all the planets of the area, were getting spooked. We were getting annoyed, as our comms were getting hit. We couldn't risk sending out shuttles, in case we lost communication with them during an electric shower. So we did what all good smugglers do in situations like this..." Malcolm paused for effect. "We ran." The team looked at him disbelievingly. "You ran?" asked Mark. "And you left those people there, unprotected?" "Not much you can do to protect against an electric shower, Commander," said Malcolm evenly. "Yes, we ran. To the nearest space station. And then my pilot starting looking at patterns." He flicked a switch and the map on the desk was projected on the wall. "Nature can do lots of things, but creating a repeating pattern of electric showers, targeting exactly the same planets at the same time intervals is probably not of them. Although, of course, you never know. So, anyway, we found out that there is a source for those showers, and it ain't a supernova." He pointed a laser beam to a cluster of asteroids in one corner of the map. "If you care to visit that area, and I don't recommend it, you will find it is a state-of-the-art space battle station, producing enough electronic interference to be felt as an electric shower in tens of planets in nearby systems. I'd say your friend Zoltar is there." "And what's he doing? Is he going after some backwater outposts now?" asked Jason. "I doubt it." Malcolm turned to face them. "Nope. If you ask me, and the Chief did, so I told him, I'd say he's rehearsing. I guess the opening night of his little toy will be on Earth, or Riga, or somewhere nearby. And then, my friends, he will just shut you off. Poof, you'll be literally in the dark. So, do you want the coordinates of this sector, or do you want to stay on your high horse until Zoltar knocks you off it?" Anderson took Malcolm's hand and shook it warmly. "I can't thank you enough, Mal." "I'll think of something, Jack, don't worry." He turned to the team. "So, would you care to come with me to meet my crew? They have more details that could be useful for you." "And you've got a woman first mate," whispered Jason, but loud enough for Malcolm to hear. "Yeah, but she's married and if you value that pretty face of yours, I wouldn't approach her with a bargepole." "What, the husband's scary?" "Oh the husband's not scary at all, Jason. It's her I'd be worried about."//

LOL all that information and all Jason hears is that Mal's got a woman as first mate. Welcome to the browncoats, DT! And good prompt, Kritter.

I've never sen Firefly, but this was very interesting, Daniella! It sounds like the team will have to prove themselves to. Malcolm!

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woo DT, you are really spreading your wings. Good for you for trying something new. Again, I'm another who has never seen firefly, but I'm interested in seeing how the two teams integrate and (I presume) learn to co-operate together.

And here I thought I was the only one who hadn't seen Firefly... Still, it's an excellent piece, DT. I'd like to see how things go between the two teams.

Excuse me, people! I thought I was the only one who hadn't seen Firefly. It was supposed to be mega super big about a decade ago. My excuse is, I was probably in Sarajevo at the time. If you've heard of the movie "Serenity", this was the series that inspired it.

In my case, my brother was ranting about it. And since he normally has horrible taste in shows, I stayed away from it!

KT - oh there's a catch all right, and I wonder when Kaden will stumble on to it... Surely he can't believe this is all for his sake or because he had a relationship with one of the team... I wonder if knowing the truth will turn him against the team, he might see himself as pawn, no?

Originally posted by ElectricWhite In my case, my brother was ranting about it. And since he normally has horrible taste in shows, I stayed away from it!

Well, I was only convinced to watch it a couple of weeks ago, when Netflix came to Belgium and a colleague warmly recommended Firefly.

Originally posted by ChrisW LOL all that information and all Jason hears is that Mal's got a woman as first mate. Welcome to the browncoats, DT! And good prompt, Kritter.

Selective hearing! Maybe they need to adjust those cerebonic ears of his?

DT - I've never watched Firefly, but I did see some of the movie Serenity. You've got an interesting cross-over started. That's part of the fun of BotP - you can do various cross-overs pretty easily. KT - Kaden's not too bright, is he? He still doesn't understand how much danger he's in from Galactor.

Originally posted by Becky Rock Kaden's not too bright, is he? He still doesn't understand how much danger he's in from Galactor.

That's assuming he actually is in danger...he could have struck up a deal.

Thanks, CW I'm just happy that I was able to inspire people.

OMG you non-Firefly-see-ers, you don't know what your'e missing!! So awesome. KT, Kaden is certainly naive, or just messing with Nambu, hehe. Though he's a civilian and so doesn't have the reams of experience with Galactor that the others do. At least he seems intrigued by the clean start. I'm sure if nothing else he'd like to get away from the stink-eye he's getting from every member of the team, heh heh.

DT: I haven't seen Firefly either, (I know many who enjoy it...and I think I have a DVD of it here someplace...)--but I rather enjoyed that! Got a good laugh out of Mark & Jason being picked on. LOL. KT: At the risk of sounding like a broken record....I dunno...I still think there's something going on with Kaden. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. LOL. Looking forward to more from both of you!

I think I'm the only person who has watched Firefly and not enjoyed it. But DT, I give you props for trying to merge the two! KT, I think Nambu is giving Kaden a fair deal. After all, it would be much easier for him to just have an 'accident', but they're giving him a chance instead.

Ken squeezed his eyes shut tight as his head spun. I must've blacked out. he thought. He was sure he was in a locker room -- he could hear the showers, and he could hear Joe saying, "Don't fight it, Ken....the more you fight, the more you suffer...." No, that couldn't be right...Joe's voice was wrong... "Relax, Ken." Ken realized it was Miguel Dolor's voice. He was lying on the floor of a bedroom in the presidential mansion in La Ciudad de Cuauhtmallan. Rain was pelting the window. He desperately clawed at the floor; everything seemed to be spinning so fast that he was sure he'd be flung into space. A hand gripped his shoulder. "Ken -- " "Get the hell away from me!" Ken growled through clenched teeth. * * * * * Magdalena was in a room that very few had access to. In fact, she and President Manuel Dolor were the only living souls allowed in. She gave her makeup kit one final inspection -- in the past, a few of the young men struggled against Manuel and ended up with a black eye, a swollen lip, or a bruised cheek that she had to cover before el presidente could take the last photographs. She quietly prayed Ken wouldn't fight; she hadn't worked with such a fair complexion before, and she never wanted to be the object of Manuel's ire. Magdalena then pulled out several different colors of satin sheets to drape over the chaise -- she'll have to wait until the last moment to choose. There was one that would have complimented Ken's eyes perfectly, but Ken's eyes won't be open for the photographs. Earlier, Manuel commented how tempted he was to remove Ken's eyes and preserve them in a jar so he could look at them forever -- but most of the beauty vanishes when the spark of life is gone. She then checked the lights surrounding the chaise and found them all working. Finally, she made sure the camera was ready. She quietly closed the door behind her as she stepped into the hallway. There was a loud clack sound as the door automatically locked. Without a thought she started toward the room where Ken was being kept. This was the part of Manuel's routine that took the longest time for her to become numb to -- waiting outside the room until she was summoned, no matter what she heard on the other side of the door. It didn't matter if there were sounds of an epic battle or a heavy sigh of passion, she had to stand in the hallway, stoic, until Manuel opened the door and gestured her inside to finish his routine...to perform the concluding rites, so to speak. She had gone a few feet down the hall when she was grabbed from behind, a gloved hand pressed over her mouth. "If you cooperate, you won't get hurt." a voice growled in Magdalena's ear, "Do you understand?" Magdalena did her best to nod. The hand moved away from her mouth. "I'm looking for someone named Ken Washio. Have you seen him?" "Yes." Of course someone that good looking would have un culito looking for him! Magdalena thought. "Tell me where he is." "I can't." "Oh?" Anger rose in the voice. "He's in a part of the building...it's too confusing to tell you." Magdalena tried not to sound panicked, though she was sure she was about to wet herself. "I'll have to show you." Silence. "Anyway," Magdalena's nerves were getting the better of her, "you're la cisne elegante ! You wouldn't use blind violence --" "Piss me off and you'll find out." The Swan's voice was icy restraint.

Ken's gonna need therapy before he's willing to go undercover again!

This guy Manuel is pretty scary! How apropos for this time of year!

Hmmm...should we read something into the fact that at first Ken thought he was hearing Joe's voice? And by the way, yes, once again, the girls to the rescue!

How ironic that Magdelana states Manuel thinks about putting Ken's eyeballs in a glass jar, then exclaims Jun wouldn't use blind violence against her. Interesting choice of words! And...GO Jun!

But Jun better get her butt moving...

KT- Kaden is fortunate that they are willing to do so much to help him. He should be happy to just take the deal and move on! EW- Swannie to the rescue! Hooray!

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Mylari -- Oh dear, it looks like somebody's in TROUBLE!

ROTFL! Wonder what Jason has up his sleeve!

Mylari: Poor, poor Mark. I'm thinking if this is in the showers it probably doesn't involved baked goods, they wouldn't survive!

Hopefully Jason isn't re-creating a scene from the movie 'Porky's'.

Becky - I've never seen that movie, so if he does somehow recreate the scene, it will certainly be accidental...

I can see Zark sending security to check this out and interrupting at an inopportune moment....