Summary: Victory fought along side Mal and Zoe in the war. A warzone is no place for love, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still exist. Genesis left her family behind to fight for what she believes in, and is pretty thick-skinned because of that decision. She's never shown interest in anyone since she left her husband to fight in the war, but a certian monkey-like man has caught her attention. Mal/OCVictory, Jayne/OCGenesis. OC POV. The crew of Serenity shows up in chapter 2. This story is in Victory's POV. Another one later will be from Genesis's POV.

From the Author: I don't own Firefly. I'd love to live in that world, however, and this is how I'm doing that. Mostly OCs in this story, so mostly mine. This is my first Firefly fic, I hope you enjoy it. Please review.

It's funny they named me Victory. Funny in an ironic sense. See, I never win anything. I lost the war, I lost my family, I lost most of my friends. But my ship is the one thing I've managed to keep. Sidewinder is my baby. Cobra Class, 05-K64. She was used as a cargo ship during the war. A Firefly with guns. The war has been over for six years now, and Cobras have practically disappeared. They were great machines during the war, but they weren't built to last. But, just like a Firefly, as long as you have a mechanic who's half awake, it's easy to keep them in the sky. It's not exactly a discreet ship. People see them and they always know what we're up to. I count five Cobras I'm aware of that still fly, and I own two of them. I captain the Sidewinder and I commander my other Cobra, Whiplash. I also own two Fireflies, Echo and Reality. Since it's my name on the papers, I get to command the crews. Sounds powerful, but it means I have to pay for their mistakes. My crews are great, and they don't make many mistakes, but I can't get any legal work because we've stepped on too many Alliance toes.

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We had touched down on Persephone. We were here a lot, mostly because it was big enough to have an abundance of work without an overabundance of Feds. I was half-asleep on the dock, soaking up the sun I sometimes didn't see for months at a time.

"Hey captain," my pilot, Genesis, said over the intercom. "I just got a wave from Echo, says there docking here in about twenty minutes."

"Thanks, Gen. Let 'em know where we are. Get down here, let's go find Badger, see if he's got some work."

"What about the rest of the crew?"

"We'll meet up with them later. Come on."

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"Ah, Victory. Long time no see. I assume you are looking for work," said Badger, leaning back in his chair.

"You know I only come sniffing around when I need work, Badger. I have no other reason to grace myself with your presence," I said, sarcastically.

"It is me who is graced," he said, smiling at me.

I smiled back. "So, do you have a job for me? I've got Sidewinder and Echo should be docking right about now. I can do any job right now, big or small."

"Well, now that I've seen that winning smile of yours, I might. I've got goods I need out of here. I've got a buyer lined up on Jewel. Only problem is, nobody seems to want this cargo stinking up there hull."

"I'm sure they've got good reasons. How long have you been trying to get rid of this cargo?"

"It doesn't matter. You take this cargo, deliver to the buyer on Jewel, he'll pay you. Bring the money back to me and I'll cut you in. 30 percent. More, if you do an especially good job. Plus, this buyer is a seller himself. I'm sure he'll be willing to offer you a discount." he laughed. "Also, he's looking for a good crew himself. Do this delivery, and he'll line you up some more work, more your style."

"That's real generous of you, Badger. What's the catch?"

"No catch. I'm a real generous man."

"Sure you are. Let me see the goods," I said. He signalled to one of his men, who led me into a side room. Four large unmarked cargo boxes were sitting there. "All of this is our cargo?" I asked.

Badger nodded. "So, you'll do it then?"

"What's the payout?"

"100 per bin."

"And you're only gonna pay us 120? I don't think so. 140."

"120 is plenty generous. I'm giving you the opportunity for more work."

"And I'm sure there's some surprise waiting for us once we get airborne with that cargo. I want 140. Security purposes. If you can't promise me at least 140, I can't promise you these crates will get were they are supposed to."

"Fine. Just get these goods out of here, and to Jewel. Buyer is known as Trei. He'll establish contact with you within the week. Jewel is a two week journey, if I'm correct. Take the cargo, and I'd advise you to be off Persephone before nightfall."

Jewel is a barren wasteland. Nothing but flat desert for miles. The population of the moon is somewhere in the twenties. It's the perfect place for dealings of the illegal sort.

"Will do. Thank you Badger. As always, I'd rather not be doing business with you." Me and Genesis left, and met the rest of my crew back at the ship.

Echo was docked next to my ship. "Hey guys, I've got us a job. Grab you're mule and meet me at Badger's. We've got cargo to pick up. I'll explain later. Genesis?"

"Yea captain?"

"Refuel, get any supplies we need, and make it fast like. Jay?"

"Yes commander?" Jay, the captain of Echo, said.

"Do the same. We need to have this cargo off Persephone before nightfall."

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We split the cargo, two in my hold, two in Echo's. I decided that would be best, in case we ran into trouble. Chances are, whoever we get in trouble with won't be able to grab both of our ships, and two things of hot cargo doesn't look as bad as four. My suspicions about the cargo was confirmed when Jay decided to open his cargo. "Alliance goods. Medical supplies, ammunition, food rations. Looks like they turned some larger passenger ships," he told me over the radio.

"Probably ticketed and tracked. Explains why Badger was so eager to get rid of it. Let's just get rid of this stuff as fast as we can. How fast can you guys get to Jewel?"

"About nine days," the pilot, Luke, told me.

I got on the intercom. "Gen, what's the fastest we can get to Jewel?"

"I can try for eight days, but we're gonna need to refuel there."

"We're gonna try for eight Jay. Sidewinder, out."

"I guess we'll see you there. Echo, out."