1.3
The stubby winged Serenity slipped quietly through space; imperceptibly it slowed and angled into the system. It whispered past the outer planets, its engines glowed as the firefly-class ship headed in towards a sliver and blue colored planet. Anterris.
The door behind Mal clanged open and in stepped the ship's pilot, Wash. His short pointy red hair was amplified by the outlandish shirt he wore, Reynolds took a moment, staring at Wash and blinked at him slowly. " Impersonating a landing light?" Mal asked.
"The lights are offline in our quarters, and Zoe wanted to keep track of where I was," Wash shot back, waggling his eyebrows. Cracking his fingers, he gestured to the chair Mal sat in, "Mother may I?"
Malcolm stood, angling the chair so Wash could drop himself into it. His fingers danced a ballet across the main panel; bringing himself up to speed on their exact location, course heading and arrival time.
Wash's eyes flashed over the tactical display of the ship, and noticed something missing. "Where's Inara's shuttle?"
Serenity carried two shuttles; one Malcolm had rented out to a Companion. By doing so they generated extra income, and they gave themselves credibility; they carried a registered Companion with them.
"She had an appointment on one of the outer planets, Ishni, I think." Malcolm said, as he stood next to Wash's chair, arms crossed watching the globe of Anterris draw closer. "She'll join up with us before we leave dock."
"Hmmm, maybe," Wash said looking at one of the displays.
"What do you mean?" Mal asked angling his head to look at the display screen.
"There," Wash jabbed a finger at a screen, touching an angular shape that seemed to be rolling across the screen. "The id signal is that of the shuttle, she's tumbling. No engine activity, life support minimal."
"Take us around, and let's grab her." Malcolm punched a communication panel, "Doc," he yelled, "Doc wake up, get prepped."
The stars skewed wildly as Wash took Serenity off course and angled it back around in a wide arc racing towards the tumbling shuttle. "Don't over rev her, Wash."
"She's ok, Cap'n." Wash twisted the controls and adjusted speed quietly.
Steps echoed up the stairs behind the cabin, and the door was flung open as a firebrand of a young woman came racing in. "What are you doing to my engines?" Kaylee yelled, brushing a length of hair off of her face.
"Going after Inara, her shuttle's offline, and it looks like there's been some trouble."
A quiet fell over the trio as the scarred surface of the shuttle tumbled into view through the bridge windows. Its lights were off, and it spun freely, slowly, on all axis, revealing every inch of the craft, burn marks covered it.
"What happened?" Kaylee whispered.
The stubby winged Serenity slipped quietly through space; imperceptibly it slowed and angled into the system. It whispered past the outer planets, its engines glowed as the firefly-class ship headed in towards a sliver and blue colored planet. Anterris.
The door behind Mal clanged open and in stepped the ship's pilot, Wash. His short pointy red hair was amplified by the outlandish shirt he wore, Reynolds took a moment, staring at Wash and blinked at him slowly. " Impersonating a landing light?" Mal asked.
"The lights are offline in our quarters, and Zoe wanted to keep track of where I was," Wash shot back, waggling his eyebrows. Cracking his fingers, he gestured to the chair Mal sat in, "Mother may I?"
Malcolm stood, angling the chair so Wash could drop himself into it. His fingers danced a ballet across the main panel; bringing himself up to speed on their exact location, course heading and arrival time.
Wash's eyes flashed over the tactical display of the ship, and noticed something missing. "Where's Inara's shuttle?"
Serenity carried two shuttles; one Malcolm had rented out to a Companion. By doing so they generated extra income, and they gave themselves credibility; they carried a registered Companion with them.
"She had an appointment on one of the outer planets, Ishni, I think." Malcolm said, as he stood next to Wash's chair, arms crossed watching the globe of Anterris draw closer. "She'll join up with us before we leave dock."
"Hmmm, maybe," Wash said looking at one of the displays.
"What do you mean?" Mal asked angling his head to look at the display screen.
"There," Wash jabbed a finger at a screen, touching an angular shape that seemed to be rolling across the screen. "The id signal is that of the shuttle, she's tumbling. No engine activity, life support minimal."
"Take us around, and let's grab her." Malcolm punched a communication panel, "Doc," he yelled, "Doc wake up, get prepped."
The stars skewed wildly as Wash took Serenity off course and angled it back around in a wide arc racing towards the tumbling shuttle. "Don't over rev her, Wash."
"She's ok, Cap'n." Wash twisted the controls and adjusted speed quietly.
Steps echoed up the stairs behind the cabin, and the door was flung open as a firebrand of a young woman came racing in. "What are you doing to my engines?" Kaylee yelled, brushing a length of hair off of her face.
"Going after Inara, her shuttle's offline, and it looks like there's been some trouble."
A quiet fell over the trio as the scarred surface of the shuttle tumbled into view through the bridge windows. Its lights were off, and it spun freely, slowly, on all axis, revealing every inch of the craft, burn marks covered it.
"What happened?" Kaylee whispered.