Mission 20 (Yenn)

Mission Name: Out of Gas
Mission Type: Rescue
Mission Rank: B
Mission Goal: Save Captain Malcom Reynolds from sacrificing himself for the crew. Kill any Alliance thugs you see.
Description: While celebrating Simon’s birthday the crew are attacked by the wicked Alliance. Mal orders everyone to run for the hills and stays to fight them off, save him and help the crew escape. There are two squads of C-Class Alliance npc’s all with D-Rank stats, and Katon.
Payment: 25,000 ryo
Requirements: C-Class, Completed ‘Jaynestown’

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It was a happy birthday indeed for the crew’s doctor. It had cake, singing, and Alliance soldiers trying to kill them all. It was like it was made for Simon by a screenwriter or something. Truly, it was wonderful. Either way, Alliance soldiers had attacked the camp. Zoe and Jayne had focused on getting the non-combatants out at Mal’s orders and the moron of a Capt. was telling Tamwyn and Yenn to run while he stayed to hold them off. Tamwyn of course, only rolled his eyes. “You’re a moron Malcolm.” He would say simply, lightning crackling into the air around him as he stepped in front of the man and took a katon technique openly. The effort made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside as the Alliance soldier looked at him in surprise. There wasn’t a scratch on him and he sailed the insult straight home when he simply raised his hand and made a gesture of brushing something off his own shoulder.

“If you would be so kind my dear?” He would ask conversationally, directing his question to Yenn who may or may not be willing to kill again after the last time she had to. However this time it was a bit different. These men had attacked them so he wondered if she would be willing to do the deed with more ease than before. If not, that was fine. Tamwyn could and would happily do it to save her the discomfort if it was too much for her.

[Tam 1]

Why couldn’t they ever just have a peaceful party? Why was there always violence involved? It was almost as if the plot demanded action. The birthday party was really fun, cake and singing, everyone was getting along. And then there was the attack. That part was less fun. Jayne and Zoe had been ordered to get the rest of the crew to safety and Mal had decided to be stupidly heroic. She admired his tenacity and willingness to lay down his life for his crew, she felt exactly the same about Tamwyn and so she understood. But in this case it wasn’t necessary, since she and Tamwyn were there to help, and stopping the Alliance was something they’d been pretty successful at so far. She chuckled quietly as Tamwyn called the Captain a moron, she knew he didn’t mean it maliciously and frankly she’d been thinking much the same thing.

When Tamwyn stepped in front of Mal and took a blast of fire, Yenn held her breath, releasing it in a low growl as she saw that Tamwyn was fine. “My pleasure.” she replied threateningly to his partially spoken request to finish off the idiot that had dared to attack him. In fit of rage she strung a series of hand seals together; Ox, Horse, Dragon, Riger, Snake and Rat and then screamed a stream of lightning from her mouth at the surprised Alliance thug. A spear shaped bolt blasted straight through the man and what was left of him crumpled to the ground. “How fucking dare you.” Was all she said to the man’s remains, before glancing at Tamwyn to ensure he was uninjured and then directing her attention to the other assembled dead men. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as her skin grew paler as her nausea returned full force, and she stood glaring daggers as she fought to keep control.

[Trained: Lightning Release: False Darkness - B-Rank 200/200]

Her reaction to his question was frankly, hotter than the fire itself had been. The threatening tone in her voice and with six seals would proceed to eradicate the Alliance man with a spear of lightning. False Darkness, he knew that one too. Soon she would be strong enough to handle learning his personal techniques if she wanted and he looked forward to the day where he got to start teaching them to her. When she strode over to the corpse of the man and spoke in an angry tone before glancing at Tamwyn himself he would blink in surprise. Well then, she really did take attempts on his life seriously didn’t she? When she turned toward the other men and women though he would see the sweat on her brow, and her paler than normal skin colour. She was feeling sick for some reason and he couldn’t quite understand why. She should, hopefully, be used to killing by now. At least enough so to keep from getting sick. Still, that was a discussion for later. For now, he had to take care of her and the first step to that was ensuring she didn’t have to exert herself anymore. “I’ll take care of that.” He would say simply.

Lifting up a hand he would fire a concentrated blast of lightning from his hand that flew over her shoulder, radiating residual electrical power. Not enough to hurt her, but enough that she would feel it. The blast would take an Alliance member in the chest and then begin arcing off to others, killing three and injuring two more. With a confident stride he’d move up to stand next to Yenn, one arm wrapping around her waist affectionately. “Can’t let you do all the work now can I? What kind of gentleman would I be if I did?” He’d ask before wordlessly creating multiple raiton shapes disks and firing them at a couple of more of the Alliance members. Mal had two to himself and was using a combination of dirty fighting and a surprising amount of skill. At the end of the next few seconds the rest of the targets would be dead. “Done and done, now let’s pack up and get moving before more show up.” He would say rubbing Yenn’s back gently. “Take a moment to make sure you’re okay first though..” He would say simply before turning and beginning to get what was left behind packed up. Before long they would be heading toward a rendezvous point to meet with the rest of the crew. They’d set up a cold camp and then get some sleep.

[Tam 2]


Exit

Yenn was starting to doubt her own strength, she could easily deal with anything the Alliance could throw at them, but it somehow left her feeling weaker every time. She didn’t want to admit it but she was grateful when Tamwyn stepped in and ‘took care of’ the remaining Alliance troops. She was equally grateful for how he allowed her to save face by making it seem like she was ‘doing all the work’. She wasn’t and ordinarily she would fight him on it, but this time she would just lean her head against him as he finished off the remaining attackers. Closing her eyes, since she trusted Tamwyn implicitly to keep her safe, she would relax against him as she silently begged her body to do what she asked. Which in this case was to stop being sick.

She would open her eyes again and look up at Tamwyn as he spoke, sighing as he rubbed her back, and making a mental note to ask him to do that again later. The gentle pressure on her back had made her feel a little better and so she moved with him to help pack up, trying not to exert herself too much in case she lost the tenuous control she had gained over her rebelling stomach. Once they met back up with the rest of the crew she would lean against him again, murmuring the only real request she’d ever made of him until that point. “Could you rub my back again until I fall asleep?” Asking for something for herself was difficult and made her feel oddly ashamed, but assuming he agreed she would eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.

{Exit Thread}