Firefly
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IC: Mal prepped the shuttle and was taking off to the surface of Persephone, a place he'd rather not see frequent, but seems to keep on getting to some way or another. He left Zoe in command, for her own good really, though he would rather have her in tow on most trips than Jayne. But they had all made enemies on Persephone, and in case of trouble, he knew Jayne sent the right kind of message to anyone wanting to get in the way of his objective. More importantly, he kept Zoe on Serenity for one reason, Wash. He saw Wash die right before his eyes, and he knows that she did as well. Looking for another pilot so soon just didn't feel right, but it had to be done, he had to keep flying above all else.
"Jayne, liven up your boots will ya, I'd like to get there before the gorram market closes." He shouted out the shuttle door. This shuttle wasn't as smooth a ride as the other one...Inara's shuttle. He had hardly touched it since she left, now that she was back, he figured he was right in doing so. Besides, a woman of her position deserves the best he can offer, he thought.
"Everyone on this boat does." he muttered out loud, looking at the vastness of the stars, the sun, and the planet before him.
Kaylee and Simon were shiny together he had to admit, Zoe was coping like the professional he knew, and River was, well, River was River...with a newfound deadly talent. Jayne was still impatient, rude, dumb, but he had good intentions, for the most part. And Wash? Wash was dead, and for the first time in a good long time, Mal felt that bitter heartache he got when he lost a crew mate, and a friend. He carried him and the Shepherd home. Maybe the old Shepherd had found what he was looking for, maybe not.
Of all the people on the boat, the refugee that Simon insisted on taking care of after their last skirmish with the Alliance, was the one that Mal trusted the least. Something wasn't right about him, something familiar, after all what was he doing there at that time at that place?
Too much thinking, made his head hurt, especially before getting a position of potential bruising and bleeding.
"Jayne?! What am I gon.." Mal was interrupted on the comm by Simon's voice.
"Captain?" he asked coyly
"What?!"
"You know our passenger friend?"
"Yea?" Mal was getting impatient, he just wanted to land on Persephone and get out before the Alliance or anyone else caught their trail.
"Well, I'm just going to tell you for now, but...He's a Reaver."
A hush over the shuttle ensued
"Ai ya, wo mun wan leh."
"Jayne, liven up your boots will ya, I'd like to get there before the gorram market closes." He shouted out the shuttle door. This shuttle wasn't as smooth a ride as the other one...Inara's shuttle. He had hardly touched it since she left, now that she was back, he figured he was right in doing so. Besides, a woman of her position deserves the best he can offer, he thought.
"Everyone on this boat does." he muttered out loud, looking at the vastness of the stars, the sun, and the planet before him.
Kaylee and Simon were shiny together he had to admit, Zoe was coping like the professional he knew, and River was, well, River was River...with a newfound deadly talent. Jayne was still impatient, rude, dumb, but he had good intentions, for the most part. And Wash? Wash was dead, and for the first time in a good long time, Mal felt that bitter heartache he got when he lost a crew mate, and a friend. He carried him and the Shepherd home. Maybe the old Shepherd had found what he was looking for, maybe not.
Of all the people on the boat, the refugee that Simon insisted on taking care of after their last skirmish with the Alliance, was the one that Mal trusted the least. Something wasn't right about him, something familiar, after all what was he doing there at that time at that place?
Too much thinking, made his head hurt, especially before getting a position of potential bruising and bleeding.
"Jayne?! What am I gon.." Mal was interrupted on the comm by Simon's voice.
"Captain?" he asked coyly
"What?!"
"You know our passenger friend?"
"Yea?" Mal was getting impatient, he just wanted to land on Persephone and get out before the Alliance or anyone else caught their trail.
"Well, I'm just going to tell you for now, but...He's a Reaver."
A hush over the shuttle ensued
"Ai ya, wo mun wan leh."
Angelus
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Jayne looked at Mal, shock written on his face. He wanted to say something but for the first time he could not think of a damn thing, it was as if his tongue had just been ripped out of his mouth and that was unusual, even for him. What the hell was Simon thinking, bringing a Reaver onto Serenity, after the trouble they had caused last time. He did not want to forget or forgive them for what happened with Wash and if he had of known he would have physically thrown him out of an airlock although he wasn't sure he could do that, after what had happened between him and River. That girl still scared the crap out of him and as much as he hated to admit it to himself he did not want to be anywhere near her although that was hard.
"What the hell does he mean a Reaver?! Doesn't he remember what happened to us the last time with Miranda. Sure they helped with the Alliance ships but then they came after us. Why don't we just turn this shuttle around so I can shoot him in the head, save us all the trouble before it starts."
He knew that his pleas would fall on deaf ears but then again he hoped that after what happened between Simon, River and Mal that he would at least get a shot. A smile came to his face at that thought.
"What the hell does he mean a Reaver?! Doesn't he remember what happened to us the last time with Miranda. Sure they helped with the Alliance ships but then they came after us. Why don't we just turn this shuttle around so I can shoot him in the head, save us all the trouble before it starts."
He knew that his pleas would fall on deaf ears but then again he hoped that after what happened between Simon, River and Mal that he would at least get a shot. A smile came to his face at that thought.
"Jayne, close the door, and let's get to the priority of, oh I don't know, adding crew members before we start removing any." He looked Jayne sternly in the eye, "This conversation doesn't leave this room, now close the door, we have a job to do."
It drove him crazy that a nugget of truth was in Jayne's statement, which was rare, but sometimes he spoke just what Mal's heart felt. Old reflexes from a time gone and better forgotten, if he could forget.
"Well thanks one million for that shiny news Simon, really the kind of thing to get morale up before I try and, you know, act normal like to avoid the notice of any alliance folk." He grabbed the comm from it's holder and advised Simon carefully in front of Jayne, "As of now, this conversation stays between us, you, me, and Jayne over here."
"What?" gasped Simon on the comm
"Don't get riled doctor, just wait for us to get back, and we'll work this out. I wanna hire this guy before he finds out there's a gorram reaver on board."
"Well captain of course I wasn't going to divulge any information without your approval."
"Well...good. That's an order, and I like my orders stuck to. Mal out." he hung up the comm before Jayne had time to chime any with any witticisms and started the launch process of the shuttle, while doing so he non-chalantly mentioned.
"I'd be careful Jayne, I know you're all kinds of upstanding deep down, but if maintain on threatening members of my crew, we're gonna have to have all kinds of fun and interesting words in a nice private area you and me." Mal watched Jayne's face, and interrupting before he could offer his two cents,
"That being said," He slightly smiled as they approaced atmo on Persephone, "pets of the crew are a different story, especially when they tend to enjoy vittles of the human persuasion."
It drove him crazy that a nugget of truth was in Jayne's statement, which was rare, but sometimes he spoke just what Mal's heart felt. Old reflexes from a time gone and better forgotten, if he could forget.
"Well thanks one million for that shiny news Simon, really the kind of thing to get morale up before I try and, you know, act normal like to avoid the notice of any alliance folk." He grabbed the comm from it's holder and advised Simon carefully in front of Jayne, "As of now, this conversation stays between us, you, me, and Jayne over here."
"What?" gasped Simon on the comm
"Don't get riled doctor, just wait for us to get back, and we'll work this out. I wanna hire this guy before he finds out there's a gorram reaver on board."
"Well captain of course I wasn't going to divulge any information without your approval."
"Well...good. That's an order, and I like my orders stuck to. Mal out." he hung up the comm before Jayne had time to chime any with any witticisms and started the launch process of the shuttle, while doing so he non-chalantly mentioned.
"I'd be careful Jayne, I know you're all kinds of upstanding deep down, but if maintain on threatening members of my crew, we're gonna have to have all kinds of fun and interesting words in a nice private area you and me." Mal watched Jayne's face, and interrupting before he could offer his two cents,
"That being said," He slightly smiled as they approaced atmo on Persephone, "pets of the crew are a different story, especially when they tend to enjoy vittles of the human persuasion."
Meanwhile down on Persephone...
“Cum on lads. Havn’t got all day you know.”
That was certainly an understatement. In fact, Badger wasn’t sure if he had all of an hour… not to mention a day.
“Get those crates over there, Arryk. -
Ah, Penthrow, good you’re back. Did you get me that ship?”
“Er. Sorry Mr. Badger. It… kind of left already.”
Feeling like ice was running down his spine, Badger turned to the young black man he’d literaly trusted with his life.
“What do you mean, ‘it kind of left’? You mean it’s waitin’ and would have left if it weren’t for you givin’ that captain those 5000 credits, I gave ya.”
“I mean, it left before I could give Captain Schulz the money, Sir. The ‘Rubikon’ departed early. Contraband, somebody told me. Sorry, Sir.”
For a moment, Badger dipaired. Then he was on top of things again. At least he hoped so. Nobody would get him this easy. Not while he still breathed.
“OK, boy. Change of plans. Go back to the docks. Get me anything. Doesn’t have to reach Titan, just has to get me of persephone, UNOBSERVED. A tub with an engine will do, as long as it gets me quietly of of this planet within the next six hours.”
‘I’ll see to the rest, then…’, he thoüght.
“Boys I have to finish some business. Penthrow you have an hour. Meet me here then, or better never meet me again.”
As Badger headded out one of the four back entrances, he took another fond look at his headquaters. ‘So much of my work, lost. A pitty. Well, there are other moons, other oportunities.’
The important thing was to stay alive. And Badger was an expert in that regard.
“Cum on lads. Havn’t got all day you know.”
That was certainly an understatement. In fact, Badger wasn’t sure if he had all of an hour… not to mention a day.
“Get those crates over there, Arryk. -
Ah, Penthrow, good you’re back. Did you get me that ship?”
“Er. Sorry Mr. Badger. It… kind of left already.”
Feeling like ice was running down his spine, Badger turned to the young black man he’d literaly trusted with his life.
“What do you mean, ‘it kind of left’? You mean it’s waitin’ and would have left if it weren’t for you givin’ that captain those 5000 credits, I gave ya.”
“I mean, it left before I could give Captain Schulz the money, Sir. The ‘Rubikon’ departed early. Contraband, somebody told me. Sorry, Sir.”
For a moment, Badger dipaired. Then he was on top of things again. At least he hoped so. Nobody would get him this easy. Not while he still breathed.
“OK, boy. Change of plans. Go back to the docks. Get me anything. Doesn’t have to reach Titan, just has to get me of persephone, UNOBSERVED. A tub with an engine will do, as long as it gets me quietly of of this planet within the next six hours.”
‘I’ll see to the rest, then…’, he thoüght.
“Boys I have to finish some business. Penthrow you have an hour. Meet me here then, or better never meet me again.”
As Badger headded out one of the four back entrances, he took another fond look at his headquaters. ‘So much of my work, lost. A pitty. Well, there are other moons, other oportunities.’
The important thing was to stay alive. And Badger was an expert in that regard.
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It was dark. Well, it was always dark. The life of the crew of Serenity seemed to be eternal darkness with the acception of their occasional visits to a planet. Those were always interesting. It was a nice change in their daily routines. Not that the ship Serenity had too many set routines. Things were always happening that were not expected.
They weren't expected by everybody but River Tam. Nothing was ever a surprise to her, and she knew that still made people uneasy around her. They trusted her much more, but she knew they found her presence tense because nothing could be hid from her.
There was tension out and about today. She could feel it. River was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling on a walkway, humming to herself. The sound bounced around her, and she enjoyed the inadvertant echo. Sitting up, her eyes turned in their unblinking stare in the direction of everybody else. They were leaving. Well, some were.
Standing up, she walked in that slow, graceful manner that made it look as if she put a great deal of thought into every step. It took her a little bit longer than most to reach the place where Mal and Jayne were leaving. She watched them, not saying anything and not making their presence known.
"How come I wasn't invited?" She spoke out loud, but more to herself than anybody else.
They weren't expected by everybody but River Tam. Nothing was ever a surprise to her, and she knew that still made people uneasy around her. They trusted her much more, but she knew they found her presence tense because nothing could be hid from her.
There was tension out and about today. She could feel it. River was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling on a walkway, humming to herself. The sound bounced around her, and she enjoyed the inadvertant echo. Sitting up, her eyes turned in their unblinking stare in the direction of everybody else. They were leaving. Well, some were.
Standing up, she walked in that slow, graceful manner that made it look as if she put a great deal of thought into every step. It took her a little bit longer than most to reach the place where Mal and Jayne were leaving. She watched them, not saying anything and not making their presence known.
"How come I wasn't invited?" She spoke out loud, but more to herself than anybody else.
"Gah!"
River's self aware statement startled Mal as he suddenly looked behind him at River peeking in the glass of the shuttle. He knew she knew what he didn't a minute ago longer than a minute ago...or something like that. Mal looked at Jayne knowingly.
"For once, just once, I'd love for things to just run...smooth, is that so much?" He said in a frustrated tone at Jayne.
"Mal and uncle Jayne just have a little errand to run, so don't worry, we'll be back soon, no reason to get all...fidgety." He said with his usual grace.
Mal started the departure from Serenity and floated out into space, his favorite part, just floating for a brief moment, the most freedom he's ever enjoyed. He set his course and gained control of the ship, heading into atmo for Persephone.
"You know Jayne, I'm reckoning that my boat is getting just a little too hefty for my liking with critters of the...interesting, variety."
The way this morning was starting, Mal was really starting to dread going onto Persephone again, with it's fancy shindigs and it's variety of crimelords in all types of interesting shapes and colors.
River's self aware statement startled Mal as he suddenly looked behind him at River peeking in the glass of the shuttle. He knew she knew what he didn't a minute ago longer than a minute ago...or something like that. Mal looked at Jayne knowingly.
"For once, just once, I'd love for things to just run...smooth, is that so much?" He said in a frustrated tone at Jayne.
"Mal and uncle Jayne just have a little errand to run, so don't worry, we'll be back soon, no reason to get all...fidgety." He said with his usual grace.
Mal started the departure from Serenity and floated out into space, his favorite part, just floating for a brief moment, the most freedom he's ever enjoyed. He set his course and gained control of the ship, heading into atmo for Persephone.
"You know Jayne, I'm reckoning that my boat is getting just a little too hefty for my liking with critters of the...interesting, variety."
The way this morning was starting, Mal was really starting to dread going onto Persephone again, with it's fancy shindigs and it's variety of crimelords in all types of interesting shapes and colors.
Persephone:
„Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Hugh.”
‘The friggin’ arses were waiting for me.’
Badger leapt over a crate, multiple bullets thumping into it.
His hat fell of his head, and he quickly grabbed it.
‘How the hell did they know about my secret stash?’ This was big. Well , big in a way that it was more cleverly thought out then he would have imagined. And badger had imagined a lot… and thought a lot of how to keep this stash secret. From the alliance , from the crooks aplenty on Persephone, and (of course) from his men. In fact there were only two people who should’ve know about it.
‘And one of ‘em is dead now.’
More bullets thumped into the crate.
‘Time to move.’ Badger pulled a small cylinder from his pocket and threw it over his shoulder in the general direction of the attackers. When he heard the hissing of the smoke grenade, he moved….
And fell after about a yard, his foot stuck on some kind of gooie white substance.
‘A glue gun. Great.’ Badger knew this wasn’t the time to panick. He damn well nearly did anyway. More bullets thumping. Badger looked back and saw that the smoke grenade was still emitting a thick white cloud. He pulled out another cylinder and threw it back to where he thought the attackers were. A loud explosion followed. Then a scream.
Badger almost smiled.
By now he had slipped out of his shoe. He crawled as quickly as he could around the next corner. Then he got up and sprinted, holding his melon to his head, through the alley towards Gols Road.
He heard no bullets ricoshaying (sp?)behind him. ‘Good. Down Gols, up to Circes, then left and I loose the gorram assholes in Athenas Market.’
Badger(in full run) dared a quick glance over his shoulder… just as a black clothed techie went around the corner onto Circe’s.
‘OK. Arsehole. Now it’s my turn.’
Badger changed his plans and jumped into the next alley to his right. He knew this city like few others did, and he was sure these assassins did not. And right now he was betting his life on this.
„Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Hugh.”
‘The friggin’ arses were waiting for me.’
Badger leapt over a crate, multiple bullets thumping into it.
His hat fell of his head, and he quickly grabbed it.
‘How the hell did they know about my secret stash?’ This was big. Well , big in a way that it was more cleverly thought out then he would have imagined. And badger had imagined a lot… and thought a lot of how to keep this stash secret. From the alliance , from the crooks aplenty on Persephone, and (of course) from his men. In fact there were only two people who should’ve know about it.
‘And one of ‘em is dead now.’
More bullets thumped into the crate.
‘Time to move.’ Badger pulled a small cylinder from his pocket and threw it over his shoulder in the general direction of the attackers. When he heard the hissing of the smoke grenade, he moved….
And fell after about a yard, his foot stuck on some kind of gooie white substance.
‘A glue gun. Great.’ Badger knew this wasn’t the time to panick. He damn well nearly did anyway. More bullets thumping. Badger looked back and saw that the smoke grenade was still emitting a thick white cloud. He pulled out another cylinder and threw it back to where he thought the attackers were. A loud explosion followed. Then a scream.
Badger almost smiled.
By now he had slipped out of his shoe. He crawled as quickly as he could around the next corner. Then he got up and sprinted, holding his melon to his head, through the alley towards Gols Road.
He heard no bullets ricoshaying (sp?)behind him. ‘Good. Down Gols, up to Circes, then left and I loose the gorram assholes in Athenas Market.’
Badger(in full run) dared a quick glance over his shoulder… just as a black clothed techie went around the corner onto Circe’s.
‘OK. Arsehole. Now it’s my turn.’
Badger changed his plans and jumped into the next alley to his right. He knew this city like few others did, and he was sure these assassins did not. And right now he was betting his life on this.
Mal landed a few kilos shy of the main trading district of Persephone. It had been three years since he had visited this area, and life had never been the same since. He opened the door to the shuttle and let Jayne out and locked it up and started the journey into town.
Surrounded by the usual rabble of peddlers and traders, Mal and Jayne mixed right in with all of the other men of ill repute. Perfect, exactly what Mal wanted, to lie low and keep out of the Alliance's sight, especially since they sent they're best op and pretty much killed all the people he owed money to. But he did the closest thing to love some of those people, and their families certainly didn't the deserve the ends they got. Not for him, not for a criminal like him. Children deserve better.
"Hey cap, I've got a real shiny idea." Jayne piped in as Mal showed little sign of interest, but that didn't stop Jayne from making his point. "Hows about we offer the brats for trade, and throw in their new friend for free." By this point Mal knew this conversation was simply not going to happen, at least without his participation. Over the years Jayne had really cultivated the art of the one person conversation. "The gorram reaver kills everyone we trade to, and the kids. We kill the reaver, and salvage the wares." Mal turned and looked at Jayne wondering if he really was serious. "Sprucey plan huh?" Jayne smiled hoping Mal would listen.
Mal and Jayne made they're way to the rendez-vous that the new pilot had arranged.
"Well, here we are, right on time." He looked around and back at Jayne "We should be getting a new pilot fairly soon, and if he's up to no good, we can always shoot him and take his purse, but quietly, I don't want any eyes, we've got too many on us as it is, dong ma?"
Jayne looked around at the sea of humanity, any one of them potentially being the new pilot, or a new foe. "I'm hungry."
River queried to herself and stared out, contemplating the notion of the galaxy, when Zoe sidled up around the corner.
"Hey sweetie, worried about the captain?" A moment of realization crossed her. "Of course you're not, you know more about what's going on down there than what's going on up here, don't ya?"
No response from River
"Mmmhmmm" Zoe then proceeded back on deck, where Kaylee was navigating. Zoe looked at the chair her husband used to work his magic on, and sorrow penetrated her deeply though she maintained her air of command and control. "How're we doin' Kaylee?"
"Oh shiny and all Zoe, but, there appears to be something floating this way, like...like a derelict vessel. I need it to get a little closer to be sure, but we might just be able to salvage this one on our own. You know, girls' deep space salvage mission night out?" She smiled her characteristic smile.
"I think we should check with Mal first, then again, I do suppose it is a nice change of pace, having just the women on board." saying that hurt her inside.
"Well, there's Simon though." Kaylee said to correct her. Zoe looked over at her and smiled.
"Well, you know, there's Simon." Mal said mid conversation with Jayne as they sat, waiting still for this new pilot to arrive.
"So?" said Jayne with a mouth full of suspicious meat.
"I suppose you do have a point, but there's nothing livered about Simon's taking in a reaver, gousa minded as it is, there's a sliver of courage in there...he just....hides it..........well."
"Fools, how hard is it to find a five foot nothing limey in this corner of Persephone, you tell me you lost him? I cannot accomodate failure gentlemen, you know you will find him for me, today. Limited exceptions." Aldalay Niska demanded on his away cruiser on the surface, on the border of the market. His men were being foiled by this little rat with delusions of eloquence, but his meddling would be paid for in blood. Badger had failed to see the light in the slave trade, and consequently failed to return the collateral on what would have been Badger's foray into the slave trade. Instead he used them as capital for gambling. Badger now knew too much, and paid too little. Niska watched on the view screen from one of his men's tracking system imagers. "There he is you fools, to the left!" he shouted into the comm of his best man. Badger was making a run for it, but the men had his scent now, and were making steady progress, right into the mass of people.
Mal and Jayne sipped they're ginseng brew's, a most powerful energy drink which was also fermented and quite potent. "Guess we haven't found our man if this is how he is with commitments." Mal said as he gazed into the distance and saw a ruckus in the crowd headed in their direction. "Well now, what is all this?"
"Someone nekkid?" Jayne asks while looking the the direction of the movement.
Niska is elated at his men's progress when he stops, all the air in his body leaving him. Malcom Reynolds. He knew it was him, even from the fuzzy long distance picture. He felt it. With joy he smiled a very wide and unsettling smile. "This time, my young friend, I WILL get to see the real you."
Surrounded by the usual rabble of peddlers and traders, Mal and Jayne mixed right in with all of the other men of ill repute. Perfect, exactly what Mal wanted, to lie low and keep out of the Alliance's sight, especially since they sent they're best op and pretty much killed all the people he owed money to. But he did the closest thing to love some of those people, and their families certainly didn't the deserve the ends they got. Not for him, not for a criminal like him. Children deserve better.
"Hey cap, I've got a real shiny idea." Jayne piped in as Mal showed little sign of interest, but that didn't stop Jayne from making his point. "Hows about we offer the brats for trade, and throw in their new friend for free." By this point Mal knew this conversation was simply not going to happen, at least without his participation. Over the years Jayne had really cultivated the art of the one person conversation. "The gorram reaver kills everyone we trade to, and the kids. We kill the reaver, and salvage the wares." Mal turned and looked at Jayne wondering if he really was serious. "Sprucey plan huh?" Jayne smiled hoping Mal would listen.
Mal and Jayne made they're way to the rendez-vous that the new pilot had arranged.
"Well, here we are, right on time." He looked around and back at Jayne "We should be getting a new pilot fairly soon, and if he's up to no good, we can always shoot him and take his purse, but quietly, I don't want any eyes, we've got too many on us as it is, dong ma?"
Jayne looked around at the sea of humanity, any one of them potentially being the new pilot, or a new foe. "I'm hungry."
River queried to herself and stared out, contemplating the notion of the galaxy, when Zoe sidled up around the corner.
"Hey sweetie, worried about the captain?" A moment of realization crossed her. "Of course you're not, you know more about what's going on down there than what's going on up here, don't ya?"
No response from River
"Mmmhmmm" Zoe then proceeded back on deck, where Kaylee was navigating. Zoe looked at the chair her husband used to work his magic on, and sorrow penetrated her deeply though she maintained her air of command and control. "How're we doin' Kaylee?"
"Oh shiny and all Zoe, but, there appears to be something floating this way, like...like a derelict vessel. I need it to get a little closer to be sure, but we might just be able to salvage this one on our own. You know, girls' deep space salvage mission night out?" She smiled her characteristic smile.
"I think we should check with Mal first, then again, I do suppose it is a nice change of pace, having just the women on board." saying that hurt her inside.
"Well, there's Simon though." Kaylee said to correct her. Zoe looked over at her and smiled.
"Well, you know, there's Simon." Mal said mid conversation with Jayne as they sat, waiting still for this new pilot to arrive.
"So?" said Jayne with a mouth full of suspicious meat.
"I suppose you do have a point, but there's nothing livered about Simon's taking in a reaver, gousa minded as it is, there's a sliver of courage in there...he just....hides it..........well."
"Fools, how hard is it to find a five foot nothing limey in this corner of Persephone, you tell me you lost him? I cannot accomodate failure gentlemen, you know you will find him for me, today. Limited exceptions." Aldalay Niska demanded on his away cruiser on the surface, on the border of the market. His men were being foiled by this little rat with delusions of eloquence, but his meddling would be paid for in blood. Badger had failed to see the light in the slave trade, and consequently failed to return the collateral on what would have been Badger's foray into the slave trade. Instead he used them as capital for gambling. Badger now knew too much, and paid too little. Niska watched on the view screen from one of his men's tracking system imagers. "There he is you fools, to the left!" he shouted into the comm of his best man. Badger was making a run for it, but the men had his scent now, and were making steady progress, right into the mass of people.
Mal and Jayne sipped they're ginseng brew's, a most powerful energy drink which was also fermented and quite potent. "Guess we haven't found our man if this is how he is with commitments." Mal said as he gazed into the distance and saw a ruckus in the crowd headed in their direction. "Well now, what is all this?"
"Someone nekkid?" Jayne asks while looking the the direction of the movement.
Niska is elated at his men's progress when he stops, all the air in his body leaving him. Malcom Reynolds. He knew it was him, even from the fuzzy long distance picture. He felt it. With joy he smiled a very wide and unsettling smile. "This time, my young friend, I WILL get to see the real you."
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Firefly Intro
Main Title Theme Written by: Joss Whedon
Performed by: Sonny Rhodes
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me...
Or, you can listen to the themesong here .
Main Title Theme Written by: Joss Whedon
Performed by: Sonny Rhodes
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me...
Or, you can listen to the themesong here .
InnerKitty
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Inara's home
"Home", Inara whispered. Walking around her shuttle, she touched the familiar walls and bulkheads of the home of her heart. Delving deeper, she felt the deep longing and sadness for Walt and the Shepards loss. Although she'd been at the school for a while, she had always known she could come home here, in spite of Mal,... Mal..., she shook herself, no reason to follow that line of thought, she was alone in that...or is she? "What was I thinking?" she whispers quitely, oh, yes, Book and Walt. Even though she herself had left Serenity, (damn Mal), she always knew they were out there, just a call away. Their loss to the crew was physical, you could almost feel their presence... She herself had caught herself, talking to Book, but he wasn't there. Walt always had made her smile and did so now, his love for his lovely wife apparent in his every move and word. And the Shepard... how could she describe the deep loss of his companionship on long trips? A companion for a Companion. The relationship had never been of a sexual nature, but more philosophical, a kind of deeper understanding of the other. Their friendship and mutual respect had surprised them both, Inara thought. "I will miss them, miss them both." She decided to continue talking to Book.
There were new people on the ship, people she should get to know soon, but now to business, money was always in need. As well as a good reputation for a Companion.
"Now let's see who wants an appointment with me on Persephone?" she said aloud, suddenly the shuttle seemed too large, too empty. Arranging herself gracefully in the chair she sat at her com and looked over her prospects.
"Home", Inara whispered. Walking around her shuttle, she touched the familiar walls and bulkheads of the home of her heart. Delving deeper, she felt the deep longing and sadness for Walt and the Shepards loss. Although she'd been at the school for a while, she had always known she could come home here, in spite of Mal,... Mal..., she shook herself, no reason to follow that line of thought, she was alone in that...or is she? "What was I thinking?" she whispers quitely, oh, yes, Book and Walt. Even though she herself had left Serenity, (damn Mal), she always knew they were out there, just a call away. Their loss to the crew was physical, you could almost feel their presence... She herself had caught herself, talking to Book, but he wasn't there. Walt always had made her smile and did so now, his love for his lovely wife apparent in his every move and word. And the Shepard... how could she describe the deep loss of his companionship on long trips? A companion for a Companion. The relationship had never been of a sexual nature, but more philosophical, a kind of deeper understanding of the other. Their friendship and mutual respect had surprised them both, Inara thought. "I will miss them, miss them both." She decided to continue talking to Book.
There were new people on the ship, people she should get to know soon, but now to business, money was always in need. As well as a good reputation for a Companion.
"Now let's see who wants an appointment with me on Persephone?" she said aloud, suddenly the shuttle seemed too large, too empty. Arranging herself gracefully in the chair she sat at her com and looked over her prospects.
An interruption on Inara's com popped up, a red alert, and Mal's suddenly bruised and slightly bloodied visage appeared.
"Oh hey Inara, gonna need you to do me a mighty big favor and pick me and Jayne, and uh, Badger here by the market, we sorta have run into a bit of trouble and could really use your help, or at least, you know, my giant ship to get us outta here!!"
Mal closed the com and ran with Badger in tow as Jayne took his shots at Niska's henchmen, who were too numerous and were all around.
"Well what now Cap?" queried Jayne.
"Well," said Mal, "either Inara gets down here, or we have to take a trip with these gentlemen, and I don't know about you, but I've always favored the company of the opposite sex."
"Oh hey Inara, gonna need you to do me a mighty big favor and pick me and Jayne, and uh, Badger here by the market, we sorta have run into a bit of trouble and could really use your help, or at least, you know, my giant ship to get us outta here!!"
Mal closed the com and ran with Badger in tow as Jayne took his shots at Niska's henchmen, who were too numerous and were all around.
"Well what now Cap?" queried Jayne.
"Well," said Mal, "either Inara gets down here, or we have to take a trip with these gentlemen, and I don't know about you, but I've always favored the company of the opposite sex."
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Character Information:
Name: Adelai Niska
Gender: Male
Age: 65 - 70
Occupation: Well known underworld crime boss
Affiliation: Criminal
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing: A gray double breasted pinstrip suit with a white collared shirt and oriental inspired red tie. A set of small horn rimmed glasses round out his appearence
Other Information
Personality: At first glace this man seems like your grandfather: a polite, wise, well spoken, family man. As you begin to have interactions with him you realize that appearences are decieving sometimes...
Adelai Niska is a polite, intelligent, well spoken man in his mid-sixties that has a ruthless streak. He is easy to trust due to his demeanor, he'll make you trust him one moment then turn on you the next. While Niska is very intelligent he cannot or will not carry out actions, often sending one of his many henchmen to complete the task.
When Niska (the name he goes by) does take on a task at hand he will usually become philisophical, often discussing the philisophical aspects of torture with his victims.
History: Unfortunatly not much is truly known about the mysterious man that goes by the name Adelai Niska. While not much is truly known about his surely checkered past, many stories exist. I will recount some of these tales for you here: It seems that as a child young Adelai grew up on Baeumonde where he back to deminstrate a high level of intelligence at an early age. Known for his inteligence he struck fear into the hearts of the villagers that he lived with. Then one day as the story is told the Alliance entered the previously untouched village led by an Operative. Already the young boy possed the violent tendencys required to become an Operative himself. In order to force the transformation in the terrifyingly intelligent boy the operative forced him to watch as he raped and then murdered his mother. From that point forth Adelai was never the same, he began to go by the name "Niska" and he prided himself on his ability to strike terror in to hearts of small animals and children younger then himself.
While the next years of his life were definatly formed by the Alliance NO ONE (not even the people who specialize in rumours) know about this phase of his life. It is assumed however that Niska participating in several assassinations and general fear mongering as an Alliance Oprative.
Following the war is the first time that the person known as Adelai Niska becomes known. It's resonable to asume that Niska was released by the Alliance and given a false identity. As a relitive unknown following the unification war, Niska entered into the criminal underworld in Beaumonde as a torture expert. Within weeks however many of Niska's compatriots began showing up dead or disapearing altogether. As the elder gentlemans cronies began to disapear, Niska began to rise though the ranks. Within 2 months Niska had made a meteoric rise to command the entire criminal underworld on Beaumonde. As the years went on he bcame more and more powerful until he owned his own skyplex space station.
Character Information:
Name: Adelai Niska
Gender: Male
Age: 65 - 70
Occupation: Well known underworld crime boss
Affiliation: Criminal
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing: A gray double breasted pinstrip suit with a white collared shirt and oriental inspired red tie. A set of small horn rimmed glasses round out his appearence
Other Information
Personality: At first glace this man seems like your grandfather: a polite, wise, well spoken, family man. As you begin to have interactions with him you realize that appearences are decieving sometimes...
Adelai Niska is a polite, intelligent, well spoken man in his mid-sixties that has a ruthless streak. He is easy to trust due to his demeanor, he'll make you trust him one moment then turn on you the next. While Niska is very intelligent he cannot or will not carry out actions, often sending one of his many henchmen to complete the task.
When Niska (the name he goes by) does take on a task at hand he will usually become philisophical, often discussing the philisophical aspects of torture with his victims.
History: Unfortunatly not much is truly known about the mysterious man that goes by the name Adelai Niska. While not much is truly known about his surely checkered past, many stories exist. I will recount some of these tales for you here: It seems that as a child young Adelai grew up on Baeumonde where he back to deminstrate a high level of intelligence at an early age. Known for his inteligence he struck fear into the hearts of the villagers that he lived with. Then one day as the story is told the Alliance entered the previously untouched village led by an Operative. Already the young boy possed the violent tendencys required to become an Operative himself. In order to force the transformation in the terrifyingly intelligent boy the operative forced him to watch as he raped and then murdered his mother. From that point forth Adelai was never the same, he began to go by the name "Niska" and he prided himself on his ability to strike terror in to hearts of small animals and children younger then himself.
While the next years of his life were definatly formed by the Alliance NO ONE (not even the people who specialize in rumours) know about this phase of his life. It is assumed however that Niska participating in several assassinations and general fear mongering as an Alliance Oprative.
Following the war is the first time that the person known as Adelai Niska becomes known. It's resonable to asume that Niska was released by the Alliance and given a false identity. As a relitive unknown following the unification war, Niska entered into the criminal underworld in Beaumonde as a torture expert. Within weeks however many of Niska's compatriots began showing up dead or disapearing altogether. As the elder gentlemans cronies began to disapear, Niska began to rise though the ranks. Within 2 months Niska had made a meteoric rise to command the entire criminal underworld on Beaumonde. As the years went on he bcame more and more powerful until he owned his own skyplex space station.
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Rescue
With shock Inara listens to Mals communication. "Mal..." he's bleeding and looks like he's been in a fight... Inara feels like her heart is in her throat, she swallows hard. Man... he needs me... now. Bursting into action, she gets to the controls of her ship, and calls on the com.
"Anyone who is on the bridge, Mal and Jayne are in trouble in the market place- Do I go or do we send Serenity? They need us now... and they have another passenger with them... Bridge? Zoe? River?" Her heartbeat fast in her chest, she didn't know exactly what she should do... she was no fighter, but she had to help Mal... somehow... and soon.
With shock Inara listens to Mals communication. "Mal..." he's bleeding and looks like he's been in a fight... Inara feels like her heart is in her throat, she swallows hard. Man... he needs me... now. Bursting into action, she gets to the controls of her ship, and calls on the com.
"Anyone who is on the bridge, Mal and Jayne are in trouble in the market place- Do I go or do we send Serenity? They need us now... and they have another passenger with them... Bridge? Zoe? River?" Her heartbeat fast in her chest, she didn't know exactly what she should do... she was no fighter, but she had to help Mal... somehow... and soon.
dragonrazor
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OOC:
Character Information
Name: Odin Verus
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Occupation: Former Parliament Operative
Affiliation: Neutral
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180 pounds
Hair color: Black
Eyes: Green
Clothing: black leather coat and pants, with a silvery shirt. Also wears dark glasses, having been taken in by a Browncoat after the war, shortly after leaving Parliament.
Other Information
Personality: Odin doesn't have the passion of the browncoats, nor the cold, compassionless desire for false peace that the Alliance has. He was raised to be true to his heart, and so he left his job and disappeared.
As a former Operative, he's highly trained, and thanks to his following training by a Browncoat, he knows what to do in any situation. He also believes now that all people deserve freedom.
History: Raised by an Alliance family, but one of true nobility. He had a good education, though he did get into a few fights as a child. He spent 3 years as an Operative, but grew to dislike the job. He looked into the eyes of the men he was assigned to kill, and found no fear in the eyes of the Browncoats, only a sense of Justice. He stormed out of the Parliament after refusing to kill a man, and then disappeared completely, according to public records.
Thanks to this, little else is known about him.
Character Information
Name: Odin Verus
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Occupation: Former Parliament Operative
Affiliation: Neutral
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180 pounds
Hair color: Black
Eyes: Green
Clothing: black leather coat and pants, with a silvery shirt. Also wears dark glasses, having been taken in by a Browncoat after the war, shortly after leaving Parliament.
Other Information
Personality: Odin doesn't have the passion of the browncoats, nor the cold, compassionless desire for false peace that the Alliance has. He was raised to be true to his heart, and so he left his job and disappeared.
As a former Operative, he's highly trained, and thanks to his following training by a Browncoat, he knows what to do in any situation. He also believes now that all people deserve freedom.
History: Raised by an Alliance family, but one of true nobility. He had a good education, though he did get into a few fights as a child. He spent 3 years as an Operative, but grew to dislike the job. He looked into the eyes of the men he was assigned to kill, and found no fear in the eyes of the Browncoats, only a sense of Justice. He stormed out of the Parliament after refusing to kill a man, and then disappeared completely, according to public records.
Thanks to this, little else is known about him.
InnerKitty
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Inara to the rescue
Frustrated with the lack of communication from the bridge, Inara bursts into action. Starting up her engines she disengages from Serinity. "If they will not do something quickly, then I will", she says out loud angrily.
"Bridge I will go get them!"
Expertly guiding her shuttle, she follows the cooridinates of the marketplace and begins searching for the last place from which Mal transmitted. She brings up the screens of the marketplace looking for Mal. "Where are you Mal? How am I gonna save you if I can't find you?"
Ah, there you are...
Frustrated with the lack of communication from the bridge, Inara bursts into action. Starting up her engines she disengages from Serinity. "If they will not do something quickly, then I will", she says out loud angrily.
"Bridge I will go get them!"
Expertly guiding her shuttle, she follows the cooridinates of the marketplace and begins searching for the last place from which Mal transmitted. She brings up the screens of the marketplace looking for Mal. "Where are you Mal? How am I gonna save you if I can't find you?"
Ah, there you are...
dragonrazor
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Odin Verus was examining weapons being sold by a street vendor when suddenly he heard a bit of a commotion. He looked up, and looked around. That's when he spotted the source. Mal Reynolds, who had been a target of the Nameless Operative a few years back, was running, more like staggering, away from some men, followed by one of his crew members. Odin shook his head, and waited till Mal and his crewman were past him, then stepped out to block the path of the people chasing them.
"Gentlemen, is there a problem? Why you chasin' those men? Surely men as sophisticated as yourselves must have other things to do."
"Gentlemen, is there a problem? Why you chasin' those men? Surely men as sophisticated as yourselves must have other things to do."
Mal looked at Odin with a bloodshot eye and smiled at Jayne.
"See Jayne, it's like the preacher said, open a window and it closes a door."
A ship hovered overhead and kicked up some dust around the tense situation, as Mal looked at Niska's men, then over at Odin, and in a haggered and delusional state smiled.
"Book...when'd you get here?" Mal breathed as he passed out into the dust.
"See Jayne, it's like the preacher said, open a window and it closes a door."
A ship hovered overhead and kicked up some dust around the tense situation, as Mal looked at Niska's men, then over at Odin, and in a haggered and delusional state smiled.
"Book...when'd you get here?" Mal breathed as he passed out into the dust.
InnerKitty
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Inara in the marketplace in her ship
Inara sees Mal collapse.
"reavers bones!" quickly she finds a place to land her shuttle.
Running to the door, she opens the lock and runs into the street. Seeing only Mals prone body on the street, she moves as if in a dream to his side. "Mal!" she holds his face, "Mal, wake up!" She fights back the tears that have somehow come to her eyes, and slaps him across the face-Hard! "Wake up!" she yells and slaps him again... Looking for any sign of conciousness, not seeing any, she is overcome with fear... and something else... She bends till her face is very close to his, "Mal?" she whispers. When he does not move, the tears she has been hiding begin to flow. She grabs Mals face roughly and to the shock of those standing by (especially Jayne), kisses his mouth with violent passion....
Inara sees Mal collapse.
"reavers bones!" quickly she finds a place to land her shuttle.
Running to the door, she opens the lock and runs into the street. Seeing only Mals prone body on the street, she moves as if in a dream to his side. "Mal!" she holds his face, "Mal, wake up!" She fights back the tears that have somehow come to her eyes, and slaps him across the face-Hard! "Wake up!" she yells and slaps him again... Looking for any sign of conciousness, not seeing any, she is overcome with fear... and something else... She bends till her face is very close to his, "Mal?" she whispers. When he does not move, the tears she has been hiding begin to flow. She grabs Mals face roughly and to the shock of those standing by (especially Jayne), kisses his mouth with violent passion....
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OOC: "open a window, it closes a door"?
Odin stood there, waiting for a response from the men, one hand resting lightly on the haft of an axe that he had just bought, and the other at his side. He heard Mal refer to him as Book and raised an eyebrow, risking a glance at the man, which made him recognize him. Things had just started to get interesting, Odin realized. He only hoped that they wouldn't get out of hand. It wouldn't do to have to help carry the man, especially when he had a ship to buy parts for.
Odin stood there, waiting for a response from the men, one hand resting lightly on the haft of an axe that he had just bought, and the other at his side. He heard Mal refer to him as Book and raised an eyebrow, risking a glance at the man, which made him recognize him. Things had just started to get interesting, Odin realized. He only hoped that they wouldn't get out of hand. It wouldn't do to have to help carry the man, especially when he had a ship to buy parts for.
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InnerKitty
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inara is disgruntled
OOC: okay, if this thread is dead, please just tell me. If there is another thread that is a firefly thread, please tell me. If I don't get a response in 7 days from this post I am simply going to delete my subscription to this post. I also understand that many of you are saying "big whoop! go on, who cares?"
But this is not a threat, it is simply that I am frustrated waiting on something to happen on this thread that I thought would be a lot of fun. I am sad that nothing has happened in it for nearly a month. If it is over the thread started should take the responsiblity to tell the players so we aren't sitting around waiting. I have even PM'd the thread starter and have received nothing. I guess that was the hint. huh? so there is a 7 day countdown. Of course we (the other players) could kill Mal and take over the ship... LOL!
With deepest sincerity and hope for the thread,
InnerKitty.
IC:Inara looks up at those around her, seeing them for the first time, tears threating to fall again.. "Please... Jayne, help me lift him. Quickly! I can't do it myself." Looking around, pleadingly, "please help me lift him!"
OOC: okay, if this thread is dead, please just tell me. If there is another thread that is a firefly thread, please tell me. If I don't get a response in 7 days from this post I am simply going to delete my subscription to this post. I also understand that many of you are saying "big whoop! go on, who cares?"
But this is not a threat, it is simply that I am frustrated waiting on something to happen on this thread that I thought would be a lot of fun. I am sad that nothing has happened in it for nearly a month. If it is over the thread started should take the responsiblity to tell the players so we aren't sitting around waiting. I have even PM'd the thread starter and have received nothing. I guess that was the hint. huh? so there is a 7 day countdown. Of course we (the other players) could kill Mal and take over the ship... LOL!
With deepest sincerity and hope for the thread,
InnerKitty.
IC:Inara looks up at those around her, seeing them for the first time, tears threating to fall again.. "Please... Jayne, help me lift him. Quickly! I can't do it myself." Looking around, pleadingly, "please help me lift him!"
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Odin pressed a button on a device at his waist, and his ship started up. He realized they had to get out of there, and the best way to do that would be to create a diversion. Fortunately, his ship was fully equipped, and heavily automated. As it lifted off, and moved closer, it was easily distinguished by the angular look. It looked like it belonged in the ocean, more than in space or on a planet.
InnerKitty
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Inaras desperation
The tall man in dark clothing seemed to be the only one moving, Inara's eyes seized upon him. "Please, please sir, help me. If I can get him on my shuttle there," she pointed behind her, "I can get him back to his ship and get him help."
Inara got up off the ground and grabbed Mal underneath the armpits and began dragging him toward her shuttle. It is very clear to all that are watching that he is too heavy for her. She continues pulling his limp body toward the shuttle, determined to save him herself if need be. She stops every few steps to rest, as she isn't used to this kind of labor. Her lovely black hair is getting dirty and beginning to stick to the sweat on her face, but she doesn't notice. She is completely concentrated on getting Mal to safety. "Ungh.." she feels her muscles in her back starting to strain with the weight of Mals body, looking pleadingly at Odin, tears in her eyes from frustration, "please, help me..."
The tall man in dark clothing seemed to be the only one moving, Inara's eyes seized upon him. "Please, please sir, help me. If I can get him on my shuttle there," she pointed behind her, "I can get him back to his ship and get him help."
Inara got up off the ground and grabbed Mal underneath the armpits and began dragging him toward her shuttle. It is very clear to all that are watching that he is too heavy for her. She continues pulling his limp body toward the shuttle, determined to save him herself if need be. She stops every few steps to rest, as she isn't used to this kind of labor. Her lovely black hair is getting dirty and beginning to stick to the sweat on her face, but she doesn't notice. She is completely concentrated on getting Mal to safety. "Ungh.." she feels her muscles in her back starting to strain with the weight of Mals body, looking pleadingly at Odin, tears in her eyes from frustration, "please, help me..."
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Odin's ship hovered over the marketplace, drawing the attention of everyone but Inara and Mal, and Odin himself was moving fast, grabbing Mal by the belt and throwing him over his shoulder. He ran up into the shuttle, and set him down on a bed, then ran out, and pushed Jayne towards the shuttle. He bowed to Inara, then headed for his ship, which had just set down between them and the people chasing Mal. He had overstayed his welcome, and had also managed to get Inara's shuttle's transponder frequency, so he could contact her. He climbed behind the controls of the ship, and started to lift off again.
"I'll meet you in orbit, Miss." His voice came through her comm unit.
"I'll meet you in orbit, Miss." His voice came through her comm unit.
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the escape
Inara watches as the man carries off Mal. Then she snaps out of her stupor.
"C'mon Jayne!" She yells, not really caring if he comes or not for all the help he has been-hoping to high heaven this guy would help them. Getting in her ship, she hears the other man over her com. "I'll meet you in orbit, Miss."
"Thank you, stranger, for saving my captian. I'll see ya in space." Inara replies.
Calling on a more secure channel, she calles Serentiy, "Serenity, I'm coming in and we have a guest to dock. The Captain is unconcious and wounded and is with the other ship. I'll tell you all about it when I get there." Inara leads the other ship toward Serenity, hoping above all that the fates are going to be kind to them.... for once...
Inara watches as the man carries off Mal. Then she snaps out of her stupor.
"C'mon Jayne!" She yells, not really caring if he comes or not for all the help he has been-hoping to high heaven this guy would help them. Getting in her ship, she hears the other man over her com. "I'll meet you in orbit, Miss."
"Thank you, stranger, for saving my captian. I'll see ya in space." Inara replies.
Calling on a more secure channel, she calles Serentiy, "Serenity, I'm coming in and we have a guest to dock. The Captain is unconcious and wounded and is with the other ship. I'll tell you all about it when I get there." Inara leads the other ship toward Serenity, hoping above all that the fates are going to be kind to them.... for once...
