Author's Note: Firefly is quite the concept, and was an impressive show. Sadly, it was cancelled so soon in it's run. The one good thing that comes from such an unfortunate event, is that there is a lot of room for fanfiction. I hope you will enjoy this fanfic as I begin to form this story.
This story WILL NOT be beta'd. Expect errors.
The dark reaches of space: many a person wondered about it, heck, they still wonder. No one knows exactly what is out there. Stars are atomic masses that once were used to tell of fortunes and futures, by those on Earth that was. Now, they're closer than our ancestors could have ever imagined.
Space travel, looting of broken down space ships, the Alliance; all of these things were non-existent back then. It's been told that on Earth that was there were many languages and types of people, which in time, as we destroyed our home, branched off into the two dominant languages of English and Chinese, eliminating the need for others.
In the vast reaches of space you can never quite tell if the stars are truly what they seem, or some ship off in the distance, looking to do harm to you and yours. Caution prevails, yet it is paired with recklessness. If it wasn't, survival would be near impossible for those who fought the Alliance so many years ago. Piracy, and living the life of intrigue is more suited to those aboard this specific spaceship; though some might say otherwise. Whether they chose this life, just needed a ride, or were forced into it, they stay, and that is all that counts in the long run. They stay, and they protect themselves, and one another, like a good crew 'ought to do.