Firefly: Echoes of War

Personal Journal of Quentin Tuttle III

Jailhouse Rock…

. Session PP Awarded

It happen again. I’m in jail… again. Sorry mom. So I’m stuck in a cell on some backwater world and honestly things are not looking good. Fortunately when the guards relieved us of our weapons and equipment they left me my small pocket notebook and a nub of pencil. I guess they can’t think of a way I could use it to escape, and neither can I. So I’ll take a sec and write down what’s been going on. It’s a weird habit I have from the POW days. Maybe one day I’ll publish my memoirs on the Cortex, that is of course if I don’t die first.

Anyway, how did your intrepid hero wind up in such a predicament, you ask? Well I’ll tell you. We had just made planetfall on Persephone when a call came over the Cortex for the captain. Some old friend of his needed some help with a job. Of course I did not get invited along which was fine with me. I had nothing but protein rations to eat for the last few months so I was looking forward to trying some of the local cuisine. Smith is from these parts and offered to show me around the city. We had just got our order of noodles at a place called Deckard’s when there was a frantic all over the comms from the rest of the crew. Hurriedly trying to ingest noodles as quickly as possible Smith and I made our way to the meetings location.

As one might expect if one knew the type of people we have on our crew things were escalating in a violent manner. Aren’t we just the funnest people. Anywho I just stood there with noodles hanging out my mouth. Did I mention that they were super tasty.

Long story short we got hired for the job and made our way to you Hannibal. Its a podunk mining town. We’re here to collect some cargo and we’re looking for the foreman. He is our contact. At least that was the plan. The sheriff rolled up on us and promptly through us in jail. Now we tried our best to get out of it, Smith was lurking about in the shadows and I did my best to provide an extraordinarily manly and brave distraction. It didn’t work. So here we are Smith, the Captain and me are locked in some backwater jailhouse. Doc, Kit and Victor are probably still in the saloon knocking back drinks without a care in the world. Those bastards. I hope the come and save us. This is the last time that I don’t go to the saloon when given the opportunity. Hope we don’t die.

Trip

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