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Prompt: #71 Broken (FF100)
Inara sat in her shuttle. Gazing at Serenity, not too far away. She had tried to WAVE the ship. No one had picked up. She hadn't expected them to. She had cut her meeting short when Serenity hadn't contacted her. She felt a hot tear roll down her perfectly made up face.
She couldn't make herself look away from the horrible sight: Serenity, spinning in the black. Her hull was torn open. No one could fight Reavers if their blood was boiling.
Inara's face remained unchanged as the Reavers' ugly monstrosity of a ship barreled toward her. She didn't care. She was already broken.