Firefly, Dark and Light
Summary: Everyone - and everything - has a dark side, and a light side.
Rating: G
Note: For the scifiland challenge Come to the Dark Side. 1000+ words + 20 icons = 40 points. This didn't come out quite as I would have liked, but you get the idea.
Not flying, not floating, but not still, just … not. Not anything. No clank or clatter, no spark or flame. No turn of gears or flap of levers. Just the groan of metal shrinking against the weight of the vacuum, pressing in, invading her cracks and crevices. Cold. Dark. Dying from the outside in.
Just gotta deal with what’s in front of us. But when what’s front of you is an Alliance fleet, firing and landing, there don’t seem to be a good way to deal with that, now does there. Well, got no choice. Near everyone’s dead ‘cept Zoe and me. I’d pack it in myself if not for her. What lies ahead, got us good as dead, right enough.
Yeah. That went well. And hey, sun sure feels good on the skin. Maybe them nudie colonies on Petrophalus are onto something. Yeah. Maybe being without clothes is the best way of flying free. Hahah. Well, it’s probably no way to captain a ship, all that metal and sharp edges. Anyhow, clothes or no clothes, we got the goods, some cash, supplies and fuel. Nothing more a man could need.
Sometimes, I can’t believe I’m still alive. Likely wouldn’t be if not for Mal. I’d probably given up, last battle, last trench, or the one before. But somehow I can’t seem to let go. Don’t even care about the cause no more. Just surviving. Just another night to get through.
Heh heh, well I may not be much of a doting wife, nor cook, but I can set aside some food for my man, right enough. Who’dve thought I’d ever end up like this? A home, a husband, group of folks like family. Huh. For certain, I never thought I could be so happy.
Yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir. Sure, it's been this way long as I've known them. But sometimes I just gotta wonder how much longer I cab take it-knowing that Zoe would always be Mal’s right hand. That another man's got my wife at his command. Yeah, maybe it's time. Maybe it was about due time to see who really was the number one man in Zoe’s life.
Aaaah oooof. Mmmmmm. Now that's more like it. I could listen to that all night and all day. The sighs, the murmurs, the moans, and the laughter. Make a man feel all proud, and warm inside.
I should quit listenin', it won't pay to get all riled up. But we're all sitting here, not my fault they're down that end, talking about spending time at some high-falutin' resort in the Core. Not like I'd ever know about that kind of thing. Nope, I'm just little Kaylee, oil-stained coveralls and dirty hands. Not like Inara in her fancy silks and jewels, and Simon, with his--his-- teeth, so white, laughing and laughing. How's a body supposed to eat in peace with all that going on?
Hmm-hmm-hmm, the little bird flew. Well, I sure hope this stuff they call cocoa powder gives some kinda taste to this protein gunk. Seems like the least we can do, try to cheer the poor fellow up for his birthday, after all he's been through. He'll be right happy about this, I'll bet. Make a bit of fun for us all, and with real candles too. A little fire to liven things up a bit, yeah!
Just gotta get 'em off the ship. Damn life's dangerous enough 'thout having the Alliance and who knows who else bearing down. Plus, if we can make a little coin off it, what's the harm. Someone's gonna be getting a reward eventually, might as well be me. I'll put some in the ship's kitty, buy some real food for once, and drink. They'll be glad once it's over. It's taking leadership, that's what it is. Mal ain’t doing it, so someone’s got to.
Yeah, I miss my ma, and some things about home, but no ways i coulda stuck it out on that dirt patch, and Dad were'nt no picnic, so allsinall I made the right choice. And life ain't all that bad with this crew--they're kinda soft, some of em, though oftimes tougher than they look, and nothing wrong with havin' food on the table and clean place to sleep. I reckon I'll stick it out awhile longer. Long as Mal's willing to keep me, I guess.
Oh, please, just let them load the stuff and let’s get offworld. I have to get us safe. The longer we are on this buddhaforsaken planet, the more chances someone will track us. The captain, he doesn’t look like he trusts me; well, fine, I don’t trust him either. If it comes down to it, I can find a way to keep us safe-some kind of blackmail, maybe learn something about their doings, smuggling probably, and threaten them with exposure if they don’t transport us quietly. Or the virus, got that in my bag. It would be a shame, that girl for one seems nice enough, but these people don’t matter compared to what I need to do.
Well, I never thought of all the things I’d get as a fugitive-a birthday party. Funny, the last birthday party I can remember-ah, that’s right, when I turned 17, on my way to PreMed Academy. That awful dinner with my parents’ friends, so afraid of doing the wrong thing. Who’d have thought it’d be here, now, out in distant space, headed nowhere, on the run, that I’d finally feel….safe.
No, no, no, no, NO! The screaming, the ghosts, they won’t stop! The growling, the tearing, the groaning…why, why, why, go away, go away, go away!
The food is problematic. But it tastes … good. It’s cold, but it makes me feel warm inside. Maybe later Simon will buy me a fried meat skewer. Or a sweet drink. I like it here. There’s things to do, and I’m not afraid of the people, Mostly. Ha ha, Jayne looks funny in that hat. I can’t wait to get back to Serenity. Play tag with Kaylee, that’s fun. Then sleep. Just good dreams, too.
I thought I’d resolved all these feelings at the Abbey. But I guess it’s true: wherever you go, there you are. It all comes along with you: the guilt, the horror, the memory of what I’ve done. And living out on the edge, maybe that’s just not the answer. Thought I’d find a measure of peace in the Black. But maybe I’m destined to never have peace.
Ho ho ho, I haven’t thought about that story in ages. Never imagined the Abbey would serve up such merriment. I’ve been many things, but never the life of the party. It feels good to laugh, that’s for certain. Feels good. Feels very, very good.
It’s dingy, but it’ll do. Goddess knows I have enough to swathe that rusty shuttle in the finest of silks and satins. They’ll never have seen anything like it, judging by the state of the rest of the ship. As long as I can make my money and keep my contacts; a few well-timed gifts, I know I can weasel out of a few rich men’s sons. It won’t take long, then I’ll leave this go-se rat trap behind. Just until I can get back on my feet., no pun intended…
“Why would I want to leave Serenity?” He liked that, even though I meant it with a touch of irony, what with the cattle beneath us and all. I was trying to be funny, but also trying to make him feel better: after all, he had been wounded defending my honor, in that strange, aggravating, Mal-gets-everything-wrong-but-everything-right way of his. But even as I said it, I knew it was true. I don’t want to leave Serenity. Not ever.
With all on board and everything running, thrusters firing--the Firefly bolted into the sky, flying free.
Rating: G
Note: For the scifiland challenge Come to the Dark Side. 1000+ words + 20 icons = 40 points. This didn't come out quite as I would have liked, but you get the idea.
Not flying, not floating, but not still, just … not. Not anything. No clank or clatter, no spark or flame. No turn of gears or flap of levers. Just the groan of metal shrinking against the weight of the vacuum, pressing in, invading her cracks and crevices. Cold. Dark. Dying from the outside in.
Just gotta deal with what’s in front of us. But when what’s front of you is an Alliance fleet, firing and landing, there don’t seem to be a good way to deal with that, now does there. Well, got no choice. Near everyone’s dead ‘cept Zoe and me. I’d pack it in myself if not for her. What lies ahead, got us good as dead, right enough.
Yeah. That went well. And hey, sun sure feels good on the skin. Maybe them nudie colonies on Petrophalus are onto something. Yeah. Maybe being without clothes is the best way of flying free. Hahah. Well, it’s probably no way to captain a ship, all that metal and sharp edges. Anyhow, clothes or no clothes, we got the goods, some cash, supplies and fuel. Nothing more a man could need.
Sometimes, I can’t believe I’m still alive. Likely wouldn’t be if not for Mal. I’d probably given up, last battle, last trench, or the one before. But somehow I can’t seem to let go. Don’t even care about the cause no more. Just surviving. Just another night to get through.
Heh heh, well I may not be much of a doting wife, nor cook, but I can set aside some food for my man, right enough. Who’dve thought I’d ever end up like this? A home, a husband, group of folks like family. Huh. For certain, I never thought I could be so happy.
Yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir. Sure, it's been this way long as I've known them. But sometimes I just gotta wonder how much longer I cab take it-knowing that Zoe would always be Mal’s right hand. That another man's got my wife at his command. Yeah, maybe it's time. Maybe it was about due time to see who really was the number one man in Zoe’s life.
Aaaah oooof. Mmmmmm. Now that's more like it. I could listen to that all night and all day. The sighs, the murmurs, the moans, and the laughter. Make a man feel all proud, and warm inside.
I should quit listenin', it won't pay to get all riled up. But we're all sitting here, not my fault they're down that end, talking about spending time at some high-falutin' resort in the Core. Not like I'd ever know about that kind of thing. Nope, I'm just little Kaylee, oil-stained coveralls and dirty hands. Not like Inara in her fancy silks and jewels, and Simon, with his--his-- teeth, so white, laughing and laughing. How's a body supposed to eat in peace with all that going on?
Hmm-hmm-hmm, the little bird flew. Well, I sure hope this stuff they call cocoa powder gives some kinda taste to this protein gunk. Seems like the least we can do, try to cheer the poor fellow up for his birthday, after all he's been through. He'll be right happy about this, I'll bet. Make a bit of fun for us all, and with real candles too. A little fire to liven things up a bit, yeah!
Just gotta get 'em off the ship. Damn life's dangerous enough 'thout having the Alliance and who knows who else bearing down. Plus, if we can make a little coin off it, what's the harm. Someone's gonna be getting a reward eventually, might as well be me. I'll put some in the ship's kitty, buy some real food for once, and drink. They'll be glad once it's over. It's taking leadership, that's what it is. Mal ain’t doing it, so someone’s got to.
Yeah, I miss my ma, and some things about home, but no ways i coulda stuck it out on that dirt patch, and Dad were'nt no picnic, so allsinall I made the right choice. And life ain't all that bad with this crew--they're kinda soft, some of em, though oftimes tougher than they look, and nothing wrong with havin' food on the table and clean place to sleep. I reckon I'll stick it out awhile longer. Long as Mal's willing to keep me, I guess.
Oh, please, just let them load the stuff and let’s get offworld. I have to get us safe. The longer we are on this buddhaforsaken planet, the more chances someone will track us. The captain, he doesn’t look like he trusts me; well, fine, I don’t trust him either. If it comes down to it, I can find a way to keep us safe-some kind of blackmail, maybe learn something about their doings, smuggling probably, and threaten them with exposure if they don’t transport us quietly. Or the virus, got that in my bag. It would be a shame, that girl for one seems nice enough, but these people don’t matter compared to what I need to do.
Well, I never thought of all the things I’d get as a fugitive-a birthday party. Funny, the last birthday party I can remember-ah, that’s right, when I turned 17, on my way to PreMed Academy. That awful dinner with my parents’ friends, so afraid of doing the wrong thing. Who’d have thought it’d be here, now, out in distant space, headed nowhere, on the run, that I’d finally feel….safe.
No, no, no, no, NO! The screaming, the ghosts, they won’t stop! The growling, the tearing, the groaning…why, why, why, go away, go away, go away!
The food is problematic. But it tastes … good. It’s cold, but it makes me feel warm inside. Maybe later Simon will buy me a fried meat skewer. Or a sweet drink. I like it here. There’s things to do, and I’m not afraid of the people, Mostly. Ha ha, Jayne looks funny in that hat. I can’t wait to get back to Serenity. Play tag with Kaylee, that’s fun. Then sleep. Just good dreams, too.
I thought I’d resolved all these feelings at the Abbey. But I guess it’s true: wherever you go, there you are. It all comes along with you: the guilt, the horror, the memory of what I’ve done. And living out on the edge, maybe that’s just not the answer. Thought I’d find a measure of peace in the Black. But maybe I’m destined to never have peace.
Ho ho ho, I haven’t thought about that story in ages. Never imagined the Abbey would serve up such merriment. I’ve been many things, but never the life of the party. It feels good to laugh, that’s for certain. Feels good. Feels very, very good.
It’s dingy, but it’ll do. Goddess knows I have enough to swathe that rusty shuttle in the finest of silks and satins. They’ll never have seen anything like it, judging by the state of the rest of the ship. As long as I can make my money and keep my contacts; a few well-timed gifts, I know I can weasel out of a few rich men’s sons. It won’t take long, then I’ll leave this go-se rat trap behind. Just until I can get back on my feet., no pun intended…
“Why would I want to leave Serenity?” He liked that, even though I meant it with a touch of irony, what with the cattle beneath us and all. I was trying to be funny, but also trying to make him feel better: after all, he had been wounded defending my honor, in that strange, aggravating, Mal-gets-everything-wrong-but-everything-right way of his. But even as I said it, I knew it was true. I don’t want to leave Serenity. Not ever.
With all on board and everything running, thrusters firing--the Firefly bolted into the sky, flying free.