Into The Coming Storm (1/8)- SPN/FF/HL/SV - Immortal!Dean
Title: Into the Coming Storm (1/8)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #52 Fire for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal hunters have joined forces with the crew of Serenity in hopes of capturing a Reaver and finding out what these creatures really are. Unfortunately, the answers are not what they expected.
Chapter Summary: The Hunt for the Reavers begins.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
A/N: The story begins at the moment that The World As We Know It ends - That should be read first
Chapter 1
Dean sat in the co-pilot’s chair as Wash prepared for take-off. He understood that the Immortal was going to be the main one handling his baby; still he wanted to judge Wash’s abilities for himself.
Sam had taken up the navigator position and was busy inputting the final coordinates into the computer. “All set,” he announced. “Do you have the information?”
Wash punched a few buttons. “Got it.” He studied the course that came up in his console. “Looks like it should take us about five days to reach Paragon.”
“That’s what we figured. The route takes us past a few populated planets just in case we need to stop for any additional supplies.”
“Alright then, let’s fire this baby up,” he said gleefully. Punching the communication device in his ear he announced to the rest of the ship. “Hello, I’m Wash and I’ll be your pilot today so hang on.”
“Wait.” Dean said and punched another button. “The opening rifts of “Back in Black” poured out of the newly installed ship’s speakers.”
“Dude, those were installed to help capture the Reaver not as your own personal stereo system.” Sam said.
Dean shrugged. “Needed to make sure they worked didn’t we?”
Wash listened to the music. “Interesting. I think I like it.”
“See Sam, quality music is timeless.”
The communication device chirped in their ears followed by the voice of a distinctly annoyed Duncan MacLeod. “Dean. They work. Turn it off.”
Sam snickered as Dean mumbled, “Some people have no taste, even after nine centuries.” Flipping the switch to end the musical serenade, Dean than waved a hand at Wash indicating he could take her up.
Within moments, the Impala was airborne and headed into the black.
“So far so good.” Dean said as he watched his baby break through atmo.
“I live for your approval, Dude.” Wash replied using the old earth slang he’d picked up after a day spent working with Richie.
“Dean, want to explain how someone who hates flying ends up owning a space ship?” Sam teased. His brother’s white knuckled grip on the co-pilot’s chair had not gone unnoticed.
Dean pulled his hands off the arm rest and rubbed them on his pants. “Shut up Sam. It’s just because newbie here is at the controls.”
“Riiight.” Sam drawled. Most likely Dean was telling the truth. He’d always made a terrible passenger.
“Don’t you have something better to do? Like leave?” Dean suggested.
“Anything is better than watching you watch Wash.” He laughed and addressed their pilot. “If he becomes any more annoying just buzz,” Sam pointed to his communicator, “and Richie or I will come save you.”
“He can be more annoying?” Wash deadpanned.
“Just drive the boat, newbie.” Dean growled.
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Dean dealt the playing cards to Inara, Mal and Jayne who were seated around the dining table. As the days stretched into tedious routine, Dean had suggested teaching them an old earth version of poker to pass the time.
“What’s this game called again?” Jayne asked.
“Texas Hold’em.” Dean replied.
“What’s a Texas?” Mal asked as he peered at the two cards Dean had dealt him.
“It’s not a what, it’s a place.” Sam explained. “Old earth state...like a small country. Hard to explain.” He wasn’t playing. Poker was Dean’s thing but after several days in space, he’d decided he needed some entertainment.
Sam had propped himself on the counter and watched as Dean explained this version of the game. No doubt his brother expected them to be easy marks. As the rounds progressed, Sam was more entertained than he thought he’d be. Especially since Inara seemed to have an amazing streak of luck that was thoroughly annoying his brother.
Chloe had wandered in and shot Dean a questioning look when she saw that he was the short stack at the table. Dean just glared at her. She retreated to her command center but not before exchanging a sly smile with Sam who was enjoying Dean’s losing streak as much as she was.
The rest of the crew were engaged elsewhere throughout the ship either sleeping or just killing time. Being trapped inside a tin can, even a nice one, for too long could be incredibly tedious. It made Sam long for the days of the open road in the original Impala. Something he never thought he’d miss.
“Place your bets.” Dean said. The round went on until just Dean and Inara were left in the pot.
Dean had pushed all his credits into the center and smugly waited for Inara’s decision.
“What’s a full house again?” She asked coyly and watched as Dean’s face fell. “Oh never mind I remember.” She called his bet and laid her cards down with a flourish.
“Zao gao .That ain’t right.’ Dean groused. “I’ve never seen such a streak of beginner’s luck.”
“Face it Dean she’s trained to read people. You never had a chance.” Sam laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Dean so thoroughly outplayed and suspected that Inara was not the gambling novice she’d presented herself to be.
Inara smiled “Thank you, Sam. It’s nice that someone appreciates my skill.”
Dean was about to retort when the communicator went off in his ear. “Captain…Captains…, you might what to see this?” The concern in Wash’s voice evident over the com.
Instantly, Dean and Mal were on their feet. As the others moved to join them, Mal put up a hand.
“Wait here.” He said. “It’s going to get crowded up there,” and headed toward the cockpit with Dean.
Duncan entered the cockpit moments later. After a brief nod to Dean and Mal, he addressed the pilot. “Report Wash.”
“I’ve got a vessel on long range sensors and from the trail its leaving, I think it’s a Reaver ship.”
“What’s its heading?”
“Believe it or not, Paragon or close to it.” Wash replied as he pushed a few more buttons.
Dean moved past Duncan to plop himself down in the co-pilot seat. “He’s right.” Dean confirmed.
“How long till we reach the moon?”
Dean did the calculations then looked at Wash who nodded his agreement. “About six hours, seven tops.” Dean reported.
“ How shi sung chung, ” Mal exclaimed. “Could we actually be that lucky?”
“You got a funny definition of luck.” Wash said.
“No, Mal’s right. We could have spent weeks waiting around for Reavers. Now one has literally fallen into our sensor range. How shi sung chung, Indeed.” Duncan said
“Dean, can we pace them to the planet? Stay just beyond their sensor range until we’re ready to bait them.” Mal asked. Wash may have been the one in the pilot’s chair but Mal understood that Dean was the one that really knew the Impala.
“Mei wen ti, my baby can be very stealthy when needed.” Dean smiled as he ran a hand lovingly over the Impala’s console. “We can follow and then burst onto their radar just as we want to lure them planet-side.”
“Make it so.” Duncan grinned as he said the familiar words.
“Sure thing Jean-Luc.” Dean smirked. The Star Trek jokes never got old; not when you lived on a space ship.
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Duncan and Mal walked back into the galley to find the rest of the crew waiting patiently for an update.
“We have Reavers.” Mal announced. Murmurs resonated around the room.
“Have they seen us?” Chloe asked.
“Not yet and hopefully not until we want them too.” Duncan said “They’re headed exactly where your research predicted and if all goes well we should be engaging them in about six hours.”
“Six hours. This is really happening.” Kaylee said.
Duncan nodded. “I know this is a lot sooner than we expected but everything is in place. Let’s get started on those final checks.” Duncan quickly reminded everyone of their assignments and sent them on their way.
Chloe shot Duncan a look that said they needed to talk. Once they were alone, she walked over to lean on the table in front of him. “I should be part of the group that leaves the ship when we land, you know that.”
“Dean, Sam, Richie and I can handle the initial contact and capture of the Reaver. I need you to stay with the mortals.” Duncan said. “Protect them. Make sure they don’t do anything stupid. You're really good at that.”
Chloe snorted. “Right because Dean never does anything stupid when I’m around.”
“Well he does fewer stupid things,” he smirked; happy to lighten the mood for the moment.
“Seriously, Duncan,” Chloe insisted. “I have no problem sharing my secret and doing what needs to be done.”
Duncan shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulders. “The mortals aren’t used to the dynamics of a hunt. I need you to make sure they stick to the ship. If any of them do get hurt your healing ability will be needed.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“I agree. Just do your job and we’ll worry about explaining the rest if we have too.”
Chloe nodded and left to go help Richie and Sam double check the wards around the ship.
Duncan scrubbed a hand across his face. It had been a long time since he’d had to be responsible for the safety of mortals. He’d grown to like and respect the members of Serenity’s crew and was hoping that his leadership might be enough to insure their safety. It was times like these that he remembered why he restricted most of his friendships to Immortals. Since the end of the Game, it had been a long time since he’d lost anyone he cared about. He smiled as he realized that Sam was probably the last mortal he’d had a significant attachment to and now, he was back.
With a sigh he headed back to the cockpit. He wanted to double check the broadcasting system they’d hooked up. Duncan had been having the same nightmare since they’d hit the black; that Wash would flip the switch and instead of the exorcism rites, some of Dean’s go’se music would come pouring out of the speakers.
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Dean and Wash had been taking turns playing hide and seek with the Reaver ship for close to six hours.
“I’ve got a fix on the moon.” Dean said as he checked the nav computer.
“Then I guess it’s time to poke the sleeping dinosaur.” Wash said as he put on a burst of speed. “Just make sure you find me a nice landing place.”
It was going to take precise coordination to maneuver the Impala, evade the Reavers and land safety. “Why don’t you let me take over?” Dean said as he approached the co-pilot seat.
“I got this. They need you in the back.”
“I know, but…” Dean hesitated as the he watched Wash pull the Impala within sensor range of their target
“Dude, I outran an entire fleet of Reavers on my way to Mr. Universe. I think I can out run one ship.” He said.
“So I heard.” Dean replied. “If anything happens to her - “
“I know. I’m a dead man. But your threats aren’t really that scary compared to that.” He laughed as he gestured to the Reaver ship that was now clearly evident through the front window.
“No, I guess not.”
“Go, I promise I won’t hurt your baby.”
“Good Luck.” Dean said as the door slid shut behind him.
“At least I hope I won’t.” Wash muttered once he was alone in the cockpit.
In his ear com, he could hear Dean informing the rest of the crew of the impending confrontation. Wash focused his attention back on his quarry. The Reaver ship had come about and was now bearing straight for the Impala.
“Time to be the mouse.” He whispered as he led the Reavers on a race toward Paragon.
The pilot was impressed with the speed and maneuverability of the Impala. Dean’s pride and joy could have easily outrun the wreck of a Reaver ship. It actually required more skill to stay just outside of grappling range while still giving the appearance of a ship fleeing for the safety of the moon ahead.
The Reaver ship was invested in the chase. Wash knew from previous experience that they were unlikely to break off once they’d decided a quarry was worth having. Their ship didn’t seem to have any long range mounted guns. The Impala had been fired upon but nothing had even come close. Another lucky break. It was most likely trying to get close enough to latch on and drag the Impala into close proximately for boarding.
Wash pulled slightly ahead and headed directly for the moon. He spared a quick thought for the crew, hoping that everyone was holding on, before he plunged into atmo.
The ride through the moon’s atmosphere was bumpy as Wash raced through at high speed. Once he could see the planet below he slowed and searched his radar for the Reavers. He sighed audibly as he found them still in pursuit.
He located the predetermined landing site and put on a burst of speed. The Impala came to rest in the designated area. Wash tracked the Reaver ship as it buzzed past overhead. For a moment he thought they’d given up. With a curse he prepared to initiate lift off when the Reavers returned on his radar.
Wash held his breath, hoping that the crazy demon men weren’t simply going to blow him up as the Impala sat there defenseless on the ground.
His communicator chirped. “Wash, we’re down. What’s happening?” demanded Duncan.
“They are hovering outside. I think they’re debating- .” He paused as he watched their opponents touch down a couple hundred yards off their port.
“Wash?” Duncan’s called frantically. “Wash! What’s going on?”
“I’m here.” Wash replied quickly. Those waiting in the bay were blind and Wash shouldn’t have left them hanging. “They’re down. On our port, exactly as we’d hoped. You should be able to see them once you open the bay doors.”
“Roger that. Stay alert for my signal to start the broadcast.” Duncan reminded him.
Roger? Wash figured it was another obscure reference. “Uh okay. And Good Luck.” He said as he tapped the com off. Now, he was the blind one waiting until Duncan called.
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #52 Fire for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal hunters have joined forces with the crew of Serenity in hopes of capturing a Reaver and finding out what these creatures really are. Unfortunately, the answers are not what they expected.
Chapter Summary: The Hunt for the Reavers begins.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
A/N: The story begins at the moment that The World As We Know It ends - That should be read first
Chapter 1
Dean sat in the co-pilot’s chair as Wash prepared for take-off. He understood that the Immortal was going to be the main one handling his baby; still he wanted to judge Wash’s abilities for himself.
Sam had taken up the navigator position and was busy inputting the final coordinates into the computer. “All set,” he announced. “Do you have the information?”
Wash punched a few buttons. “Got it.” He studied the course that came up in his console. “Looks like it should take us about five days to reach Paragon.”
“That’s what we figured. The route takes us past a few populated planets just in case we need to stop for any additional supplies.”
“Alright then, let’s fire this baby up,” he said gleefully. Punching the communication device in his ear he announced to the rest of the ship. “Hello, I’m Wash and I’ll be your pilot today so hang on.”
“Wait.” Dean said and punched another button. “The opening rifts of “Back in Black” poured out of the newly installed ship’s speakers.”
“Dude, those were installed to help capture the Reaver not as your own personal stereo system.” Sam said.
Dean shrugged. “Needed to make sure they worked didn’t we?”
Wash listened to the music. “Interesting. I think I like it.”
“See Sam, quality music is timeless.”
The communication device chirped in their ears followed by the voice of a distinctly annoyed Duncan MacLeod. “Dean. They work. Turn it off.”
Sam snickered as Dean mumbled, “Some people have no taste, even after nine centuries.” Flipping the switch to end the musical serenade, Dean than waved a hand at Wash indicating he could take her up.
Within moments, the Impala was airborne and headed into the black.
“So far so good.” Dean said as he watched his baby break through atmo.
“I live for your approval, Dude.” Wash replied using the old earth slang he’d picked up after a day spent working with Richie.
“Dean, want to explain how someone who hates flying ends up owning a space ship?” Sam teased. His brother’s white knuckled grip on the co-pilot’s chair had not gone unnoticed.
Dean pulled his hands off the arm rest and rubbed them on his pants. “Shut up Sam. It’s just because newbie here is at the controls.”
“Riiight.” Sam drawled. Most likely Dean was telling the truth. He’d always made a terrible passenger.
“Don’t you have something better to do? Like leave?” Dean suggested.
“Anything is better than watching you watch Wash.” He laughed and addressed their pilot. “If he becomes any more annoying just buzz,” Sam pointed to his communicator, “and Richie or I will come save you.”
“He can be more annoying?” Wash deadpanned.
“Just drive the boat, newbie.” Dean growled.
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Dean dealt the playing cards to Inara, Mal and Jayne who were seated around the dining table. As the days stretched into tedious routine, Dean had suggested teaching them an old earth version of poker to pass the time.
“What’s this game called again?” Jayne asked.
“Texas Hold’em.” Dean replied.
“What’s a Texas?” Mal asked as he peered at the two cards Dean had dealt him.
“It’s not a what, it’s a place.” Sam explained. “Old earth state...like a small country. Hard to explain.” He wasn’t playing. Poker was Dean’s thing but after several days in space, he’d decided he needed some entertainment.
Sam had propped himself on the counter and watched as Dean explained this version of the game. No doubt his brother expected them to be easy marks. As the rounds progressed, Sam was more entertained than he thought he’d be. Especially since Inara seemed to have an amazing streak of luck that was thoroughly annoying his brother.
Chloe had wandered in and shot Dean a questioning look when she saw that he was the short stack at the table. Dean just glared at her. She retreated to her command center but not before exchanging a sly smile with Sam who was enjoying Dean’s losing streak as much as she was.
The rest of the crew were engaged elsewhere throughout the ship either sleeping or just killing time. Being trapped inside a tin can, even a nice one, for too long could be incredibly tedious. It made Sam long for the days of the open road in the original Impala. Something he never thought he’d miss.
“Place your bets.” Dean said. The round went on until just Dean and Inara were left in the pot.
Dean had pushed all his credits into the center and smugly waited for Inara’s decision.
“What’s a full house again?” She asked coyly and watched as Dean’s face fell. “Oh never mind I remember.” She called his bet and laid her cards down with a flourish.
“Zao gao .That ain’t right.’ Dean groused. “I’ve never seen such a streak of beginner’s luck.”
“Face it Dean she’s trained to read people. You never had a chance.” Sam laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Dean so thoroughly outplayed and suspected that Inara was not the gambling novice she’d presented herself to be.
Inara smiled “Thank you, Sam. It’s nice that someone appreciates my skill.”
Dean was about to retort when the communicator went off in his ear. “Captain…Captains…, you might what to see this?” The concern in Wash’s voice evident over the com.
Instantly, Dean and Mal were on their feet. As the others moved to join them, Mal put up a hand.
“Wait here.” He said. “It’s going to get crowded up there,” and headed toward the cockpit with Dean.
Duncan entered the cockpit moments later. After a brief nod to Dean and Mal, he addressed the pilot. “Report Wash.”
“I’ve got a vessel on long range sensors and from the trail its leaving, I think it’s a Reaver ship.”
“What’s its heading?”
“Believe it or not, Paragon or close to it.” Wash replied as he pushed a few more buttons.
Dean moved past Duncan to plop himself down in the co-pilot seat. “He’s right.” Dean confirmed.
“How long till we reach the moon?”
Dean did the calculations then looked at Wash who nodded his agreement. “About six hours, seven tops.” Dean reported.
“ How shi sung chung, ” Mal exclaimed. “Could we actually be that lucky?”
“You got a funny definition of luck.” Wash said.
“No, Mal’s right. We could have spent weeks waiting around for Reavers. Now one has literally fallen into our sensor range. How shi sung chung, Indeed.” Duncan said
“Dean, can we pace them to the planet? Stay just beyond their sensor range until we’re ready to bait them.” Mal asked. Wash may have been the one in the pilot’s chair but Mal understood that Dean was the one that really knew the Impala.
“Mei wen ti, my baby can be very stealthy when needed.” Dean smiled as he ran a hand lovingly over the Impala’s console. “We can follow and then burst onto their radar just as we want to lure them planet-side.”
“Make it so.” Duncan grinned as he said the familiar words.
“Sure thing Jean-Luc.” Dean smirked. The Star Trek jokes never got old; not when you lived on a space ship.
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Duncan and Mal walked back into the galley to find the rest of the crew waiting patiently for an update.
“We have Reavers.” Mal announced. Murmurs resonated around the room.
“Have they seen us?” Chloe asked.
“Not yet and hopefully not until we want them too.” Duncan said “They’re headed exactly where your research predicted and if all goes well we should be engaging them in about six hours.”
“Six hours. This is really happening.” Kaylee said.
Duncan nodded. “I know this is a lot sooner than we expected but everything is in place. Let’s get started on those final checks.” Duncan quickly reminded everyone of their assignments and sent them on their way.
Chloe shot Duncan a look that said they needed to talk. Once they were alone, she walked over to lean on the table in front of him. “I should be part of the group that leaves the ship when we land, you know that.”
“Dean, Sam, Richie and I can handle the initial contact and capture of the Reaver. I need you to stay with the mortals.” Duncan said. “Protect them. Make sure they don’t do anything stupid. You're really good at that.”
Chloe snorted. “Right because Dean never does anything stupid when I’m around.”
“Well he does fewer stupid things,” he smirked; happy to lighten the mood for the moment.
“Seriously, Duncan,” Chloe insisted. “I have no problem sharing my secret and doing what needs to be done.”
Duncan shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulders. “The mortals aren’t used to the dynamics of a hunt. I need you to make sure they stick to the ship. If any of them do get hurt your healing ability will be needed.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“I agree. Just do your job and we’ll worry about explaining the rest if we have too.”
Chloe nodded and left to go help Richie and Sam double check the wards around the ship.
Duncan scrubbed a hand across his face. It had been a long time since he’d had to be responsible for the safety of mortals. He’d grown to like and respect the members of Serenity’s crew and was hoping that his leadership might be enough to insure their safety. It was times like these that he remembered why he restricted most of his friendships to Immortals. Since the end of the Game, it had been a long time since he’d lost anyone he cared about. He smiled as he realized that Sam was probably the last mortal he’d had a significant attachment to and now, he was back.
With a sigh he headed back to the cockpit. He wanted to double check the broadcasting system they’d hooked up. Duncan had been having the same nightmare since they’d hit the black; that Wash would flip the switch and instead of the exorcism rites, some of Dean’s go’se music would come pouring out of the speakers.
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Dean and Wash had been taking turns playing hide and seek with the Reaver ship for close to six hours.
“I’ve got a fix on the moon.” Dean said as he checked the nav computer.
“Then I guess it’s time to poke the sleeping dinosaur.” Wash said as he put on a burst of speed. “Just make sure you find me a nice landing place.”
It was going to take precise coordination to maneuver the Impala, evade the Reavers and land safety. “Why don’t you let me take over?” Dean said as he approached the co-pilot seat.
“I got this. They need you in the back.”
“I know, but…” Dean hesitated as the he watched Wash pull the Impala within sensor range of their target
“Dude, I outran an entire fleet of Reavers on my way to Mr. Universe. I think I can out run one ship.” He said.
“So I heard.” Dean replied. “If anything happens to her - “
“I know. I’m a dead man. But your threats aren’t really that scary compared to that.” He laughed as he gestured to the Reaver ship that was now clearly evident through the front window.
“No, I guess not.”
“Go, I promise I won’t hurt your baby.”
“Good Luck.” Dean said as the door slid shut behind him.
“At least I hope I won’t.” Wash muttered once he was alone in the cockpit.
In his ear com, he could hear Dean informing the rest of the crew of the impending confrontation. Wash focused his attention back on his quarry. The Reaver ship had come about and was now bearing straight for the Impala.
“Time to be the mouse.” He whispered as he led the Reavers on a race toward Paragon.
The pilot was impressed with the speed and maneuverability of the Impala. Dean’s pride and joy could have easily outrun the wreck of a Reaver ship. It actually required more skill to stay just outside of grappling range while still giving the appearance of a ship fleeing for the safety of the moon ahead.
The Reaver ship was invested in the chase. Wash knew from previous experience that they were unlikely to break off once they’d decided a quarry was worth having. Their ship didn’t seem to have any long range mounted guns. The Impala had been fired upon but nothing had even come close. Another lucky break. It was most likely trying to get close enough to latch on and drag the Impala into close proximately for boarding.
Wash pulled slightly ahead and headed directly for the moon. He spared a quick thought for the crew, hoping that everyone was holding on, before he plunged into atmo.
The ride through the moon’s atmosphere was bumpy as Wash raced through at high speed. Once he could see the planet below he slowed and searched his radar for the Reavers. He sighed audibly as he found them still in pursuit.
He located the predetermined landing site and put on a burst of speed. The Impala came to rest in the designated area. Wash tracked the Reaver ship as it buzzed past overhead. For a moment he thought they’d given up. With a curse he prepared to initiate lift off when the Reavers returned on his radar.
Wash held his breath, hoping that the crazy demon men weren’t simply going to blow him up as the Impala sat there defenseless on the ground.
His communicator chirped. “Wash, we’re down. What’s happening?” demanded Duncan.
“They are hovering outside. I think they’re debating- .” He paused as he watched their opponents touch down a couple hundred yards off their port.
“Wash?” Duncan’s called frantically. “Wash! What’s going on?”
“I’m here.” Wash replied quickly. Those waiting in the bay were blind and Wash shouldn’t have left them hanging. “They’re down. On our port, exactly as we’d hoped. You should be able to see them once you open the bay doors.”
“Roger that. Stay alert for my signal to start the broadcast.” Duncan reminded him.
Roger? Wash figured it was another obscure reference. “Uh okay. And Good Luck.” He said as he tapped the com off. Now, he was the blind one waiting until Duncan called.