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[skygiver]

She's in the garden outside, sittin' there and cooling her engines. Look at her and you ain't sure where she's been or what she carries, though she's well beat up enough to have carried half the 'verse the distance of the other half. She ain't pretty, but she'll hold you, and she flies. She gets you where you want, and a little bit farther than

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[naughtbutcoal]

She starts running the moment she feels Serenity there, barefoot, through everything, straight up and into her -- she's here, she's here, and she's home as she races through the ship, reorienting herself, stabilizing her world ever so slightly.