Firefly Mafia Round 3 - Mafia Hit - Judgment Day

Niska's Space Station :: Upper Deck :: Mafia, Judas
Judas stepped out of the ship and took a deep breath, though in fact he was breathing the same sort of stale, recycled air as he had on board Serenity. They had arrived at the space station an hour ago and were told not to leave the ship, but surely they didn’t mean a man of God would be restricted in such a fashion! Obviously they didn’t mean the person he was following either. Smiling inwardly, he crept out of the empty shuttle, staying low to the ground to avoid being sighted.

He caught up to his fellow passenger at a terminal, typing furiously and not looking quite carefully enough. Altering his expression away from a smirk and into a more serene, peaceful gaze, he approached.

“Perhaps I can help you.”

The passenger seemed startled at first, but upon consideration relented.

“We gotta get in touch with the Alliance. They can get us off this ship and to a safe place; it’s too dangerous in there, we’re all gonna get killed ‘f we stay!”

Judas placed his hands together, fingertips touching.

“Ah, noble reasons indeed. Very noble reasons.” He looked down at the floor for a moment, as though in prayer, though really he was trying to hide his smirk. “And this has nothing to do with the stolen Alliance cargo aboard Serenity?”

“How did you…what? No!”

Judas shook his head in a pitying sort of way and stepped up to the terminal, using the special access to get a direct line to the Alliance but stopping just short of actually connecting.

“Now, if we can just discuss my cut…”

That was, however, a discussion that was never going to happen. Caught off guard by the apparently defeated fellow passenger and perhaps a little overconfident about his untouchable Sheppard status, he found himself tumbling over the railing, falling down, down into the burning reactor core of the space station where flames consumed him like hellfire.

Verileah 18 years ago
Niska's Space Station :: Upper Deck :: Mafia, Judas
Judas stepped out of the ship and took a deep breath, though in fact he was breathing the same sort of stale, recycled air as he had on board Serenity. They had arrived at the space station an hour ago and were told not to leave the ship, but surely they didn’t mean a man of God would be restricted in such a fashion! Obviously they didn’t mean the person he was following either. Smiling inwardly, he crept out of the empty shuttle, staying low to the ground to avoid being sighted.

He caught up to his fellow passenger at a terminal, typing furiously and not looking quite carefully enough. Altering his expression away from a smirk and into a more serene, peaceful gaze, he approached.

“Perhaps I can help you.”

The passenger seemed startled at first, but upon consideration relented.

“We gotta get in touch with the Alliance. They can get us off this ship and to a safe place; it’s too dangerous in there, we’re all gonna get killed ‘f we stay!”

Judas placed his hands together, fingertips touching.

“Ah, noble reasons indeed. Very noble reasons.” He looked down at the floor for a moment, as though in prayer, though really he was trying to hide his smirk. “And this has nothing to do with the stolen Alliance cargo aboard Serenity?”

“How did you…what? No!”

Judas shook his head in a pitying sort of way and stepped up to the terminal, using the special access to get a direct line to the Alliance but stopping just short of actually connecting.

“Now, if we can just discuss my cut…”

That was, however, a discussion that was never going to happen. Caught off guard by the apparently defeated fellow passenger and perhaps a little overconfident about his untouchable Sheppard status, he found himself tumbling over the railing, falling down, down into the burning reactor core of the space station where flames consumed him like hellfire.