Ship's pretty quiet, and by the sound of the uncomfortable gurgling in Mal's stomach, dinnertime's come and gone ( Read more... )

Mal is on the bridge. Captainly duties and all requiring it, of course. If by captainly duties you mean flipping on the boob tube Cortex and seeing what the somnambulant public was receiving today.

The plain-looking newscaster Serenity is picking up from god only knows which moon they're passing is relaying some drivel or other before Mal tunes in ( Read more... )

It certainly was a pretty set-up, Mal had to say. As Inara flew Shuttle One after splitting off from Serenity, it wasn't more than ten minutes or so until the House Madrassa Temple came into view ( Read more... )

Leaving Inara's shuttle, Mal heads toward the bridge, looking for Wash or Zoe.

He finds Zoe first, climbing up from their bunk.

"Wei, Zo'. Got a timetable for ya."

Mal's nervous tone belies his attempt at a calm demeanor.

Shadow Planetary Financial Group. The global banking conglomerate that ate up any and all independent efforts folk laid out to control their own land. You either owed them somethin' or you worked for 'em, which meant you owed them somethin' anyway.

Mal and Zoe don't owe them jack shit. They owe Mal.

Collection's due.

It is just this thought of ( Read more... )

"But I'll be here when you're done..."

The first conscious thought that occurs to Captain Reynolds is that he is very cold, and that this condition might be due to the fact he has no shirt on and is lying facedown on an examination table.

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Mal quickly attempts getting up - too quickly - and immediately falls back down ( Read more... )

Mal stands on one of the walkways above the cargo bay floor. He does that more often now - easier than talking to people.

If he hears Zoe coming, he's not actively trying to ignore her. Just...she might not be coming to talk to him, right?