((Okies, so Firefly does not belong to me mutters Wish it did, but I'm afraid it complete belongs to Fox, oh, and that Joss guy :P
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Destany Star and characters, history, items, and all that m'lark BELONG TO ME!!! Cough cough Now I have that out in the open, I will now begin))
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Chapter one –
Captain Malcolm Reynolds sat in the mess hall, his long fingers wrapped tightly around a mug as he eyed his crew, who sat at their usual places around the table.
Kaylee and Simon were sitting next to each other, fussing and chattering to each other, with Kaylee giggling to nearly every sentence the Doctor said. Of course, Mal thought of this as a complication. Shipboard romance was a no no in his book, even though his second in command was married. But after everything that has happen, Mal decided to let it be.
Then there was Zoë, sitting at her usual seat, her face expressionless. She was his oldest friend, fought together in the war, but now, he didn't know what to do. Ever since Wash had died, Zoë wasn't herself. To be quite frank, Mal thought she was scary. Whenever the name Reavers was mentioned, Zoë became angry and murderous, so mal had banned that word all together, not really wanting Zoë to start another punch-up with Jayne.
Talking of the Merc, he was sitting silently for a change. Well, not exactly. Every so often, he would growl in annoyance as River, who constantly pestered the large man. Mal held back a chuckle as River kept stealing Jayne's mug, but obviously Jayne didn't complain. To Mal, he seemed more afraid of River ever since the Miranda incident. Hell. Mal was scared of her. The image of her standing over the countless Reaver bodies with that look on her face still haunted him.
"Captain?"
Zoë pulled Mal's conscious back to now as she addressed him. Looking over to the stoic women, "Why did you call us here?" She asked.
Leaning forward, Mal folded his hands together and opened his mouth to speak, till the alarm went off.
"What the…" Jayne said, standing up instantly, nearly causing River to fall over in shock.
Zoë glanced at the Captain, "Proximity, were obviously coming up onto something."
Malcolm nodded, standing up sharply, "let's see what it is then." He grinned, making his way towards the bridge, followed closely by the rest of the crew.
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"What the gorram is that?"
Mal turned to Jayne, who stared at the object in confusement, "it's a craft, Jayne," He replied, rolling his eyes.
Jayne looked back at the Captain, his mouth open to argue what he was really on about till Zoë pitched in, "I think he means, Captain, what kind of craft is it."
Mal sighed and returned his gaze to the ship. It was large, maybe three times the size of Serenity. It was a pitch black colour, with neon blue lines criss-crossing it. It just drifted along, engines were obviously dead. Mal turned around and saw Kaylee staring at it, ogled eyed, "so pretty…" She mumbled, "But not as pretty as Serenity!" She added.
"Good to hear," Mal grinned, then looked at River, "take us closer."
"You sure?" Jayne added, as River settled herself down gracefully into the pilot's seat, "we don't know…"
Mal turned to him, "whose Captain?"
Jayne growled lightly, folding his arms tightly, "you are."
Mal smiled and nodded, "good, and I make all the decisions, so we are gonna take a closer look."
Jayne just turned and stomped off towards the mess again, kicking the ground with his boots. Simon mumbled under his breath, then sighed, "Well, it doesn't look Alliance."
"Its not," Malcolm replied, "Hell, it doesn't look like any ship I've come across in my life."
"Outsiders…" River mumbled, flicking a few switches.
They all looked at the young girl, no one uttering a word, till Mal broke the awkward silence, "well, that's filled me up with hope." He said sarcastically, as they linked up with the vessel.