Simon's heavy feet thudded against the metal floors of serenity as he ran to evade certain capture. Behind him, the combat boots of his pursuer ponded a steady, unending rhythm. A quick glare around showed that the crew had deserted him in his time of need. Even the captain, ever faithful and loyal was nowhere to be seen.
Rays of pain surged up Simon's leg as he smacked it against the table. He paused, cursing the Kuángrè de érzi de háo who decided to put it in the center of the room. He limped on, a lame duck in shark infested waters. He made his way to the main cargo hold, taking the steps of the steel catwalk two at a time. His pursuer had abandoned the large combat boots, the smack of bare feet echoing across the hold.
Choosing a different tactic, Simon hid behind a large crate of semi legal goods. The uppermost walkway rattled as Inara uneasily but gracefully, darted across. Pausing in the middle, she took one look at the spectacle below her, smiled, and spirited the rest of the way.
'Traitor' Simon grimaced. His pursuer had stopped, examining the cargo hold, eyes especially tuned for any sign of pry. Now was his chance. Fleetingly, Simon moved towards the catwalk, but not slowly enough. His pursuer had caught sight of him, and was now giving chase. Simon knew his efforts were hopeless. He heard, more than felt, a strained grunt and a slap on his back. He turned to face his pursuer
"TAG! You're it!" then with a large, lopsided smile, his pursuer disappeared in a flash of black curls, pink sweater, and bare feet.
End
Got you, didn't i? I wanted to take a break from my usual story and write something for one of my favorite underappreciated shows. The Chinese is from Google translate. I thought it fitted the somewhat poor Chinese used in the show, but I'm sorry if it offended anyone.