It was a rare treat for Wash taking the Serenity to the repair depot in the outer ring of the galaxy. The ship was quiet with only Kayle and he allowed to make the run. Their recent outlaw status had mad the group of them easily identified in places with notorious reputations for selling people out on bounties in exchange for fuel or parts. He and Kayle would blend in far easier to the crowd of pilots and mechs. Mal, Zoe and Jayne would stick out as like deceleration brake on a falling ship. They’d be picked up in the first hour and sold off to the alliance. And Simon and Book they’d be lucky to make it off the ship before being robbed or taken in a confidence scam. Yeah the depot was dirty, smelly and you constantly had to on your toes looking for deal or scam. Aside from the Serenity in short it was the closest thing that Wash had to a “home”. He loved it. The bars were full of stories impossible to believe until the pilot or mech began rattling off the specs of the ship or the part that performed such a feat.

But the trip their was almost as fun. The three days it would take would allow Kayle and Wash a chance to crank old rock and roll and country music over the ships PA system. While the music blared out into the cosmos they took a careful inventory of the ships parts and ran diagnostics on all of her systems. At night they would break out a bottle of Mal’s hidden whiskey. Mal would always expect to find the Serenity light 3 or 4 bottles of his whiskey after one of their maintenance runs and considered it as just part of the price of having a good crew. They would sit in the Serenity’s cockpit watching the stars trail by as they figured out what they need to refit or improve on the ship. Their budget was extremely tight this time and some creative trading would need to get done. It was comparable to a couple of kids going through their baseball card collections with “got it, got it, want it, NEED IT! got it, got it. Wash used to really love these trips to the outer rim but since his ma