Something to Somebody.
Saria smiled. Something about the old boat called to her. She had always loved the firefly class vessels. She had only ever seen one in a museum once. This one she had found in a dump. But this one was more special than the practically new one in the air and Space museum on earth that was. Simply because this boat had once meant something to somebody. She could feel it in the lived in feel. The Christmas lights in the kitchen the bright clothe and signs in the room someone named 'Kaylee' had once stayed.
Saria sat and lovingly cradled the flight controls worn smooth by years and years of hands flying the ship.
Her hand had come away dusty the first time she had handled it but to her it was no matter. The dust would wash away. The love would stay. A pilot herself she had been amazed with the set up. Someone had spent months, maybe even years rewiring her to perfection.
She was glad of her choice. The firefly was worth all her inheritance in the cost and upkeep. In one short hour she would grace the sky again. Sitting in the pilots chair Saria looked fondly at the black imagining her baby swimming through the skies. Saria, growing up an orphan had worked hard hours after others had quit, to earn her place in the flight school. Once there she had worked just as hard to rise to the top, graduating years ahead of her class with a flight recommendation longer than her arm.
Saria sighed with pleasure leaning back in the chair remembering the lean man who had entered her life one year before. The man who had tracked her down after years of searching. Her dads youngest brother. He had been searching for his brother and his brothers family for years. He had revealed the amount of her inheritance. He worked as her mechanic now.
Saria freed her long black curls from there confining bun. She was captain here. If pilots choose to wear their hair down then so be it. Once done she went back to reminiscing.
She had spent the last year fixing her home up and getting it sky worthy. She had also hand selected her crew. Her uncle had come first. Then a hired gun. Mikhail. Her own age but a ruthless fighter completely loyal to her crew. Merric, her second in command, a street fighter with keen eyes. Lorian, a doctor who had gotten bored with the day to day life. Careen, a pilot Saria had befriended her second day of class.
Together they were going to get this boat flying.
"She's ready." Saria heard her uncle short accompanied by a clang and several curse words.
Her crew assembled in the cock pit, Careen sliding into the co pilots seat.
"You know what the first rule of flying is?" Saria asked. No one spoke waiting for her answer.
"Love. You can learn all the math in the 'verse... but you take a boat in the air that you don't love she'll shake you off just as sure as the turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down... tells you she's hurting before she keels. Makes her a home."
The crew smiled.
"Welcome home everyone." She powered on the ship.
With a flick of her wrist the ship rose powerfully into the sky. Saria felt her soul lift as her ship sailed into the black.
Generations ago brown coats had crippled the Alliance, so now, today, the sky was hers. She had heard it's call as a clueless orphan on the streets. She was finally and eternally free to answer it's sweet siren song.
She had decided to keep the name of that had been painted with in peeling white on the ship.
Captain Saria Hoban Renoylds flew the Firefly class ship, Serenity, into the black.
A/N in case any one caught it Saria is named after two of her ancestors. ;) can anyone guess who? Reviews are appreciated ;)