EXECUTION:
Malcolm Reynolds and Simon Tam walked one of the dusty streets of Wayne City, capital of the sandy planet of Wayne. Mal didn't particularly like the boy beside him but their medical supplies were low and he could stand Simon's treating him like an idiot over his little medical knowledge much more than he could some stranger demanding pay for his 'service'.
Simon looked uncomfortable in the extra Independent brown coat Mal had dressed him. From a well-to-do family, he most comfortable in more formal wear. In the worn Independent jacket with his hair all messed up, he felt and decidedly *looked* like a rogue spacer.
But Simon had to admit, he looked like the rest of the Wayne City population. He gazed around, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone. The city was traditional outer-galaxy style. Dusty saloons, general stores and emigrants as far as the eye could see. What caught his attention, however, was on a screen in one of the windows.
"...execution of E.K. Brass at noon today," he caught from the speakers.
Mal nudged him. "Common place," he remarked. "Haning probably."
The captain pulled the young man from the screen. "Le'ts go," he said. "We don't have all day."
He complied, walking with Mal until they reached a wood plank, one story building. Simon didn't think that any medicines kept in such a place would be sterile enough to use but held his tongue.
"Gavlin!" Mal shouted through the door.
There was a thud and then footsteps as someone approached the door. "For The Serenity?"
"It's just Serenity," Mal corrected him.
"Yeah, whatever," the other man said behind the door. There was the whir of mechanical devices and the door slid open. "Come on in. I've got your stuff."
The two of them walked in. "Our doctor's gonna take a look at the stuff first."
Gavlin looked to protest but then shrugged.
Mal motioned for Simon to go in the back room and check it out. He hesitated for a moment but with a look from the captain, he walked into the back.
To his amazement, the back was actually a very sterile enviroment. As sterile as possible, anyways. Serenity's supplies lay on the floor by the door in three large crates marked 'Reynolds'. Simon opened the crates and looked through the things. Bandages, suture kits, medications... everything they needed was there in prime condition.
He closed up the crates and walked out. The young doctor nodded to Mal that the supplies were okay.
"Thanks for coming through, Gav," he said to the man and handed him his payment.
Then he grabbed his comm unit and called Serenity. "Hey, Wash, tell Jayne and Zoe to get out here," he said. "Three fairly large crates. We'll just bring it out to you."
"Aye, Aye, Cap'n," came the response.
"Just get them out here," Mal responded and ended the communique. "Simon."
"Yes?"
"Come on," he said. "I want to check something out."
Simon followed him out of the place, overhearing the captain tell Gavlin that if he tried to steal or sell his supplies, his people wouldn't hesitate to come in and torch the place.
The two of them walked out into the street and followed along with the crowd. That's when Simon realized that they were going to the hanging. 'Was there something wrong with Mal that he wanted to see that?' Simon wondered to himself.
Mal pushed through the crowded and got up close to the gallows. He leaned up against the base of the gallows and just rested there and motioned for Simon to get comfortable. They were going to be there for a while.
***
"Let's go, kid," the guard said gruffly as he opened Eion's cell.
He stood up defiantly and grabbed his brown jacket off the chair beside his bed. The colonel's insignia were newly polished, looking as sharp as the first time his father had put them on.
The guard bound his hands and led the young man out of the jailhouse towards the gallows.
Malcolm Reynolds and Simon Tam walked one of the dusty streets of Wayne City, capital of the sandy planet of Wayne. Mal didn't particularly like the boy beside him but their medical supplies were low and he could stand Simon's treating him like an idiot over his little medical knowledge much more than he could some stranger demanding pay for his 'service'.
Simon looked uncomfortable in the extra Independent brown coat Mal had dressed him. From a well-to-do family, he most comfortable in more formal wear. In the worn Independent jacket with his hair all messed up, he felt and decidedly *looked* like a rogue spacer.
But Simon had to admit, he looked like the rest of the Wayne City population. He gazed around, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone. The city was traditional outer-galaxy style. Dusty saloons, general stores and emigrants as far as the eye could see. What caught his attention, however, was on a screen in one of the windows.
"...execution of E.K. Brass at noon today," he caught from the speakers.
Mal nudged him. "Common place," he remarked. "Haning probably."
The captain pulled the young man from the screen. "Le'ts go," he said. "We don't have all day."
He complied, walking with Mal until they reached a wood plank, one story building. Simon didn't think that any medicines kept in such a place would be sterile enough to use but held his tongue.
"Gavlin!" Mal shouted through the door.
There was a thud and then footsteps as someone approached the door. "For The Serenity?"
"It's just Serenity," Mal corrected him.
"Yeah, whatever," the other man said behind the door. There was the whir of mechanical devices and the door slid open. "Come on in. I've got your stuff."
The two of them walked in. "Our doctor's gonna take a look at the stuff first."
Gavlin looked to protest but then shrugged.
Mal motioned for Simon to go in the back room and check it out. He hesitated for a moment but with a look from the captain, he walked into the back.
To his amazement, the back was actually a very sterile enviroment. As sterile as possible, anyways. Serenity's supplies lay on the floor by the door in three large crates marked 'Reynolds'. Simon opened the crates and looked through the things. Bandages, suture kits, medications... everything they needed was there in prime condition.
He closed up the crates and walked out. The young doctor nodded to Mal that the supplies were okay.
"Thanks for coming through, Gav," he said to the man and handed him his payment.
Then he grabbed his comm unit and called Serenity. "Hey, Wash, tell Jayne and Zoe to get out here," he said. "Three fairly large crates. We'll just bring it out to you."
"Aye, Aye, Cap'n," came the response.
"Just get them out here," Mal responded and ended the communique. "Simon."
"Yes?"
"Come on," he said. "I want to check something out."
Simon followed him out of the place, overhearing the captain tell Gavlin that if he tried to steal or sell his supplies, his people wouldn't hesitate to come in and torch the place.
The two of them walked out into the street and followed along with the crowd. That's when Simon realized that they were going to the hanging. 'Was there something wrong with Mal that he wanted to see that?' Simon wondered to himself.
Mal pushed through the crowded and got up close to the gallows. He leaned up against the base of the gallows and just rested there and motioned for Simon to get comfortable. They were going to be there for a while.
***
"Let's go, kid," the guard said gruffly as he opened Eion's cell.
He stood up defiantly and grabbed his brown jacket off the chair beside his bed. The colonel's insignia were newly polished, looking as sharp as the first time his father had put them on.
The guard bound his hands and led the young man out of the jailhouse towards the gallows.