Disclaimer: The crew and most of the folk in this are not mine; I just have the pleasure of writing about them and playing is someone else’s world.

To the powers that be, please get the Firefly flying as soon as you can we miss her and her crew very much.

A duet in three parts…..

Happens sometime after objects in space.

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“Sometimes when they get as bad as this, its kinder just to end them. You have to think of the quality of their lives….”

An alliance doctor somewhere in the verse….

Prologue

The Mag Lev pulls into the station with a giant’s gasp, it settles for a moment, and then the doors pull back into the floor, and humanity in all of its many forms barrel out into the station.

There are men pushing their way through the crowd, women leading small crying children who in turn lead rag poppets or even small animals, and aristos, who are preceded by servants or porters all filling the station eager to be on their way to the huge city that soars around them.

Driscoll is the very example of a core world’s metropolis, it bustles with people all in a hurry to be busy, or at least appear so. The crowd surges forward and the station within the span of several seconds begins to clear.

Your eyes catch the man as he leaves the Mag Lev’s first class compartments, and why shouldn’t they? He is beautiful, tall and straight with amber colored hair and eyes the color of new plums from the Earth that was.

He is dressed to his station, in a lavender day coat, and he sports a silver cane that almost no one knows conceals a single shot derringer. He collects his one case and strides toward a nearby exit tunnel. Strange, you think, a gentleman this fine not having a porter or a slave for his fetch and carry. Still, some like to do for themselves, but usually they aren’t those that dress in day coats and carry fine canes.

This man has been paid a great deal of money to come to Driscoll, a great deal of money to finish a job that