It took a while, but I've started the third season of Legacy, and it might seem odd, but I'm starting this very deliberately. There's a lot of groundwork that needs to be lain, and this is all of it in a single swoop. It'll help when things get strange, trust me.

This season is going to be a season of triangles. Two ships against the 'Verse, two captains against the Alliance, and one other, which I won't get into now, because it would ruin both the surprise and the dramatic effect. Trust me, though; however far I went with season two, expect three to go a great deal farther.

I have to warn you all, this time my schedule is going to slow down my upgrades considerably, so be patient. When a new episode comes up, it'll be that much sweeter for having to wait for it, dohn mah?

Serenity and company are property of Joss and his like. Sadly.

Feedback: No man is an island, savvy?

Independent's Day

Jacob fell to his knees, panting in exhaustion which threatened to swoon him, leaving him directly in their paths. He didn't have a choice. He had to run. He had to keep running, or the Reavers would get him.

With a feral growl, he forced himself first to a crawl, then to a staggering run. They had learned to be silent. The Eyes demanded they use stealth, now. Terror tactics only served when the enemy was willing to be afraid. With the Reavers actually on the retreat, if only for the moment, they had to learn a new way.

The mud sucked at his boots as he struggled up the brutal incline, toward the long-ago-burned city. They'd burned it on their way through, and hadn't bothered doing squat with it afterwards, and didn't do a particularly thorough job of it when they hit Hera months ago. Serenity wasn't in their hands anymore. His legs, his eyes, and his lungs all burned with the effort of holding up the incredible pace for as long as he did.

He'd run all the way from Legacy's corpse, at the far end of the valley. Reaver country.

As soon as he'd crossed the surreptitious mounds of rubble, arranged seemingl