A/N: I would like to thank rangermike for providing the inspiration for this story. I would also like to thank Lucas Arts for developing the KOTOR games. The names SERENITY and Malcolm Reynolds belong to Joss Wheddon, the creator of FIREFLY. I tried to make the space combat as close to Star Wars as possible, but it seems that I've hit a Star Trek moment. Bear with it.

I arrived on SERENITY with little fanfare. I was apparently just another soldier. This opinion changed when I was approached by a tech officer.

"Captain Shaman I presume?"

"Correct. What is it?"

"Captain Reynolds requests your presence on the bridge, immediately."

"Lead the way."

I followed the soldier to the turbolift. The trip was mostly silent, but I caught glances being sent my way. "What is it, Sergeant?"

"Is it true that you captured a Sith Admiral on Onderon?"

"Yes. He resisted a little, so he was forced to leave an arm behind." I grinned. There was no more talking until we reached the bridge. The bridge was fairly deserted except for a couple of people standing around an offline tactical console.

"Try it now Wedge."

Wedge pressed a button and the console flared to life.

"Good job."

"My pleasure sir." Wedge said, grinning. The officer turned and noticed me and the tech sergeant. "Captain Shaman?"

"That's me."

"Glad to have you aboard. I'm Commander Malcolm Reynolds." He extended his hand and I shook it. "Welcome to SERENITY."

I thought for a moment. "Is she named after…"

"The battle, yes. My father died there." His eyes went blank for a second. "That's the past, Captain. I bet you're wondering why you've been assigned to my ship."

"The thought had crossed my mind." I replied.

Reynolds smiled grimly. "My tactical officer was transferred to the VALOR in Admiral Onasi's fleet. I thought that with your Jedi reflexes you could be of help."

"With all due respect Captain, I'm a ground soldier. The only space combat training I had was in a Basilisk. I'd prefer to be assigned to your fighter squadrons."

"Unfortunately for you, there are no openings for pilots. Fortunately for me, I am a fair judge of talent and I see a future as a naval officer for you."

I frowned. "Alright Commander, I'll be your new tactical officer." At the time, Reynolds didn't know how right his prediction about my future would be.

The next few weeks were spent learning the intricacies of the M7 Tactical Battle Computer and I hated every minute of it. Most of my free time was spent in the galley, as meal times were the only free time that I had. I was too busy studying. When the call came, I had just finished my after lunch cigarra, a habit that my wife has just forced me to quit.

"Sir, there is a call coming from the WAR MOUNT." I said, noticing the blip on the readout.

"Patch it through." Reynolds said.

"This is Admiral Ordo to all ships. We have just received intelligence that there is a Sith shipyard near Dosuun. We're going in to take it out. All ships respond."

"This is SERENITY. Transmission received. Where do you want us?" I asked.

"SERENITY, you're in my personal battle group. Strength and Honor." Mandalore's voice came through clearly.

"Strength and Honor, Mandalore." I responded. I turned to Reynolds. "Your orders, sir?"

"Form up with Admiral Ordo."

SERENITY's helm officer, Jaden Antilles, moved the ship to the left of Mandalore's vessel. We entered hyperspace a minute later. The view port showed the familiar blue light. "Sir, if there is a shipyard, won't it be heavily defended?"

"Nothing is easy, Shaman. The second we drop out of hyperspace, raise shields. Are the missiles are loaded?"

"Loaded with Mandalorian Ship Busters and Republic Mark Sevens, sir." I grinned. "I believe in being prepared. I think that the Mark Sevens should be fired first, followed by the Ship Busters."

"Interesting idea. What's the reasoning?"
"The Sith will launch defensive missiles to destroy the Mark Sevens, leaving them open to a barrage before reloading." I said smirking.

"I like the way you think Shaman." Reynolds grinned. "Jaden, what's our ETA to Dosuun?"

"Twenty minutes sir."

"Sir, we're coming up on Dosuun." Jaden said nearly twenty minutes later.

"Drop us out of hyperspace Jaden." Reynolds turned to me. "When we arrive, show me what we're up against."

"Yes sir." I replied. The starlines faded into stars. I activated the viewport.

"By the gods." Reynolds whispered.

"Sir, sensors show nearly three hundred forty Sith vessels." I said. I was frightened for the first time in my life.

"All ships, this is WAR MOUNT, FIRE!" Mandalore shouted.

"You heard the man, Shaman. Target that Interdictor in Grid 3."

"Missiles away."

The targeted Interdictor launched her defensive missiles, like I predicted. The Mark Seven Missiles reached the ship first. Her shields flickered and died as nearly twenty missiles hit. Three seconds later, the Ship Busters tore the ship apart like paper. "Target vaporized sir. Reloading missile tubes." I reported. As I watched the Interdictor burn, I saw the rest of the Sith vessels turn to face our fleet.

"Keep it steady Shaman." Reynolds ordered.

Tiny pinpricks of light marked the launch of missiles.

"Sir, I'm readying defensive laser batteries."

The missiles grew closer and I could tell that at least three were locked on to SERENITY. I pressed a button and the defensive lasers went active. Green lances of energy punched through the dark of space and intercepted the three missiles. The missiles exploded, sending shards of durasteel through space.

"All Captains, this is Admiral Ordo. Pick your targets and shoot."

The ships around SERENITY launched their missiles at the oncoming Sith fleet. Several ships exploded and a dozen others were disabled.

"Shaman, have our fighter wing move to 543.6." Reynolds ordered.

"Yes sir." I got on the comm and ordered the fighters to move to the selected coordinates. Suddenly, I received a vision through the Force. Mandalore's ship was about to come under heavy attack. I opened a channel to the WAR MOUNT. "Mandalore, this is SERENITY. Two wings of Sith fighters are about to use an Anvil Maneuver to attack your bridge. We are coming to assist." I was too busy contacting WAR MOUNT to notice the missiles about to hit our ship.

The missiles impacted and Captain Reynolds went flying out of his command chair. I heard a sickening crack as his neck broke. I quickly checked the damage. I winced: main power was offline and the engines were shot to hell. The only good news was that we still had sensors and comms. I sent a distress call.

"Mayday, mayday! This is SERENITY. We've been hit badly. Captain Reynolds is dead and we've lost main power."

"SERENITY, this is Mandalore, who's the highest ranking officer?"

"I am, sir. Captain Eli Shaman."

"The ship is yours. Can you hold until the end of the battle?" Mandalore said.

"We can try. SERENITY out." I said as I turned off the comm. I then noticed several Sith boarding craft approaching under fighter cover. "All hands, this is your new captain speaking. Prepare to repel boarders." I grabbed my lightsaber and ran to the turbolift.

I exited at the docking bay. Mandalorian soldiers were running past, and setting up repeating blasters. An idea came to my head. "Troopers, listen up. We've got incoming and I want their transports. We're taking the fight to them!" My idea was to capture the transports, load them up with as many soldiers as possible and fly them back to their parent vessel. Upon arrival, we would attempt to capture it. I opened a channel to WAR MOUNT and told Mandalore the plan.

"You've got guts, Shaman. When it's captured, do you want it?"

"Yes sir. I don't think SERENITY is flyable. Main and auxiliary power have failed. When it's in our hands, I'll let you know. Shaman out." I hope this works…