Life In the Black Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
Mal charged down to the cargo bay where the entire crew had assembled. Jayne and Zoe were debating about putting on space suits when they heard him coming down the stairs.
"What's the deal here Cap'n?" Jayne asked.
"I told you, we got a wave about a ship in trouble. It looks like there's something wrong with their engine." Sam protested..
He had been helping Kaylee and his wife assemble Serenity's two stretchers. The Doc and Inara sorted out medical supplies with River who was apparently supplying commentary.
"No body asked you, new boy," Jayne snarled.
"It's Saffron," Mal said simply, as if it explained everything.
"Who?" Kara asked.
"My former wife and one of the best con artists alive," Mal said, grabbing a suit from Jayne. "I still want you guys to keep getting the gear out, and me, Zoe, and the Doc will put on our suits. I fully expect this to be a trap of some sort." He looked around. "Shouldn't one of you be flying my ship?" he asked the new pilots.
"It's on auto-pilot for the moment. We still got an hour before we'll be at the ship," Sam answered, clicking together two pieces of frame from the stretchers.
Kara looked skeptical. "If you're so certain this is a trap, why in the hell are we bothering?"
Mal awkwardly put down the suit he was holding before he answered. "Because there is still a chance she may actually need our help. Besides, it's probable that whoever owns that ship she's on does need our help."
Kara still looked skeptical, but she didn't seem to have a retort so he considered the matter dropped. "Jayne, Sam come help me move the cargo in to the hold" he called out.
"Why for" Jayne complained pulling out one of the wall panels.
"Cuz its valuable, and I intend to rescue those folk not provide them with a crime of opportunity" he said through gritted teeth as he and Sam lifted the heavy crate over to the hold.
"I guess all the riots going on right now have Carrow worried" Sam said shoving the crate into the hold.
"I still don't get why this stuff is worth that much its just furniture":Jayne said perplexed as he picked up on of the smaller crates.
"It very very old furniture" Mal clarified. Realizing the rest wouldn't fit in the one spot he and Jayne started moving the rest if the stuff into another spot with Sam helping. Soon enough the proximity sensor went off and Kara and Sam went of to the bridge and he followed. Kara was docking the ship, something she apparently had more experience with.
"Landing were never your strong suit, Longshot," she snarked at her husband.
"Well, not all of us have had a few thousand of them like Starbuck," Sam drawled back. "At least I never got a stack of discipline notices."
Kara snorted. "Yeah, but how long would that have lasted, had you spent more than five minutes in the actual military?"
"Can we quit with the chit chat and actually fly my ship?" Mal broke in as Kara veered a little farther left than he was comfortable with.
"Don't worry, I've done plenty of doughnut runs in my day Captain," Kara replied. She righted the ship and a few seconds later, it shuddered as Mal felt the hard dock. He went down the catwalk to Kaylee who was finishing mating the airlocks. Since they had been unable to communicate with the ship thus far, he was going on faith that they were hurt real bad. "There's atmo on the other side" Kaylee said backing off.
Jayne opened the airlock doors, and a man in nice suit stepped through them. "This your whole crew?" he asked.
Mal was slightly confused, but looked around and nodded yes when he realized the whole crew was there.
"Good," the man sneered.
Mal had just enough time to realize what the spiky thing in his hand was before everything went black.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Mal charged down to the cargo bay where the entire crew had assembled. Jayne and Zoe were debating about putting on space suits when they heard him coming down the stairs.
"What's the deal here Cap'n?" Jayne asked.
"I told you, we got a wave about a ship in trouble. It looks like there's something wrong with their engine." Sam protested..
He had been helping Kaylee and his wife assemble Serenity's two stretchers. The Doc and Inara sorted out medical supplies with River who was apparently supplying commentary.
"No body asked you, new boy," Jayne snarled.
"It's Saffron," Mal said simply, as if it explained everything.
"Who?" Kara asked.
"My former wife and one of the best con artists alive," Mal said, grabbing a suit from Jayne. "I still want you guys to keep getting the gear out, and me, Zoe, and the Doc will put on our suits. I fully expect this to be a trap of some sort." He looked around. "Shouldn't one of you be flying my ship?" he asked the new pilots.
"It's on auto-pilot for the moment. We still got an hour before we'll be at the ship," Sam answered, clicking together two pieces of frame from the stretchers.
Kara looked skeptical. "If you're so certain this is a trap, why in the hell are we bothering?"
Mal awkwardly put down the suit he was holding before he answered. "Because there is still a chance she may actually need our help. Besides, it's probable that whoever owns that ship she's on does need our help."
Kara still looked skeptical, but she didn't seem to have a retort so he considered the matter dropped. "Jayne, Sam come help me move the cargo in to the hold" he called out.
"Why for" Jayne complained pulling out one of the wall panels.
"Cuz its valuable, and I intend to rescue those folk not provide them with a crime of opportunity" he said through gritted teeth as he and Sam lifted the heavy crate over to the hold.
"I guess all the riots going on right now have Carrow worried" Sam said shoving the crate into the hold.
"I still don't get why this stuff is worth that much its just furniture":Jayne said perplexed as he picked up on of the smaller crates.
"It very very old furniture" Mal clarified. Realizing the rest wouldn't fit in the one spot he and Jayne started moving the rest if the stuff into another spot with Sam helping. Soon enough the proximity sensor went off and Kara and Sam went of to the bridge and he followed. Kara was docking the ship, something she apparently had more experience with.
"Landing were never your strong suit, Longshot," she snarked at her husband.
"Well, not all of us have had a few thousand of them like Starbuck," Sam drawled back. "At least I never got a stack of discipline notices."
Kara snorted. "Yeah, but how long would that have lasted, had you spent more than five minutes in the actual military?"
"Can we quit with the chit chat and actually fly my ship?" Mal broke in as Kara veered a little farther left than he was comfortable with.
"Don't worry, I've done plenty of doughnut runs in my day Captain," Kara replied. She righted the ship and a few seconds later, it shuddered as Mal felt the hard dock. He went down the catwalk to Kaylee who was finishing mating the airlocks. Since they had been unable to communicate with the ship thus far, he was going on faith that they were hurt real bad. "There's atmo on the other side" Kaylee said backing off.
Jayne opened the airlock doors, and a man in nice suit stepped through them. "This your whole crew?" he asked.
Mal was slightly confused, but looked around and nodded yes when he realized the whole crew was there.
"Good," the man sneered.
Mal had just enough time to realize what the spiky thing in his hand was before everything went black.
Chapter 3