OOC: Memory 1
As Companion is walking back to her house after a long day of work a boy running past catches the back of her foot, tripping her and sending her stumbling. Carefully standing, she calls out to him as she's noticed he not only didn't apologize, but he also dropped something. She picks it up, blinking as she feels a strange rush of air rushing past her and causing her hair to ruffle.
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Approaching a shuttle door Companion opens it and steps out, startling a redheaded woman who had her hand out as though she was about to attempt to open the door herself. The two begin to speak, the redhead instantly adopting an almost shy demeanor as she fidgets while speaking with the obviously experienced Companion. Flicking silky brunette hair over one shoulder, Companion crosses her arms under her chest and adopts a stance that shows the ease she feels in dealing with people.
As the conversation progresses it becomes obvious that the two are testing each other, the redhead doing her best to appear naïve as she tries to play upon the blatant curiosity coming off Companion in waves. The two move closer, as if a kiss is imminent.
Overhead, an alarm starts sounding, breaking the tension. Relaxing just slightly the two trade comments more openly as Companion shakes her head in amazement at the redhead in front of her. She asks the woman who she is, and the woman’s response stunned her - Malcolm Reynold's widow.
Companion, slightly stunned, blocks a punch from the redhead. The redhead pushes Companion down violently and runs for the shuttle, shutting the door behind her, strapping in, and firing up the engines.
Within moment Companion has made her way to a different part of the ship, where she pushed open a door and quickly descends a ladder where she sees the man she recognizes as Mal lying on the floor. Clearly upset, she moves forward as she calls out, Mal! Mal-Mal-Mal-Mal-Mal!
She runs to his side and kneels next to him, taking his head in her hands as he moans incoherently.
Companion kisses Mal in relief before rising and hitting the communicator button on the wall. Saying something quickly, she drops to her knees again as a hand rises to touch her lips. She sways slightly, muttering something softly that looks suspiciously like Oh... you stupid son of a… before passing out completely beside him.
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Sighing softly, Companion sways on her feet as she reached up to rest her fingers on her lips again, pulling them away and glancing at her fingers to confirm the lack of any strange residue. Composing herself, she hurries home where she can try to decipher the memory