A/N: I don't own them

Bear with me guys, I'm trying to keep several plot lines going at once, which is oddly hard for me. It doesn't help that I keep coming up with new twists as I go.

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"Bloody hell," Jake cursed under his breath as he tried yet another override on Serenity's door lock. "Whoever rewired this thing is a damn genius. None of the usual bypasses work."

"Whatever, Jake." Jasper leaned against the closed cargo ramp and adjusted his crotch. "But could ya hurry it the hell up? Been here damn near half an hour an' folks might start gettin' a mite suspicious as to why we can't open our own door."

"All in good time, Jasper. Just continue to look nonchalant and try not to draw attention, would you?"

Jasper spit into the dirt. "Damn right I'll be non-shallot. I hate onions."

"Onions?" Jake looked up from the lock with confusion etched on his face. "The word is 'nonchalant', you - oh, never mind." The lock finally beeped, and Jasper had to move quickly so as not to be crushed by the suddenly lowering cargo ramp. "There. Now, shall we go disable this ship and then find the local pub?"

"You mean get a beer?"

"Yes, Jasper. Get a beer."

"Hell yes. You go fiddle with the engine, an' I'll go lock down the nav computer."

"Splendid. But please, do be quick about it."

"Jake, the only thing I do slow is the ladies, if ya catch my drift."

Jake shuddered and headed up to the engine room. "How utterly horrifying for them."

Jasper just snorted and headed for the bridge, finding it really only took him less than a minute to get there. One thing 'bout these old Fireflies, they didn't waste space. Shuttles tucked in behind the extenders, crew bunks - what the hell was with the one with all those lights there, anyway? - stuffed under the fore hallway, only one airtight atmo door on the bridge, conveniently left wide open. Jasper settled himself into the pilot's chair, eyeing the dinos on the console suspiciously before he began firing up the computer. It too