Disclaimer – Everything either does belong to Joss or it should. I’m just borrowing his shiny ‘verse for a while.

The 21st Lancers belong to the British Army so I’m borrowing them too. I hope they don’t mind.

Thanks to my regular readers for making it worthwhile to continue the story and special thanks to my Proof-Reader Landry

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Colony Dome – Revelation – 2520AD

Mal frowned. ‘On the first point not a chance,’ he stated. ‘Laura is coming with us regardless of whether she wants to or not. She’s too dangerous to us to let her go and honestly too dangerous to you if we let her stay here.’

‘She’s a young girl held against her will,’ Irving declared haughtily. ‘It is our Christian duty to…’

‘Let’s cut the crap,’ Mal said dismissively. ‘There’s no way you can take her off us even if we didn’t feel like hurting you too much. We’ve got enough concussion-grenades, and stun-guns to incapacitate any of you stupid enough to try anything.’

‘Violence is apparently your solution to everything,’ Irving said scornfully.

‘I’ve had a good series of results from it so far and I don’t reckon it’ll fail me now if it goes that way. In any case this discussion is over.’

The Colony Leader took a deep breath. ‘What about the other one?’

‘You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for, but I don’t want him and the alternative is a bullet to the brain-pan or dumping out an air-lock, so if you want the gorram Reaver you can have him.’ Mal agreed. ‘He’s more dangerous than you can imagine and he bites so if you don’t keep him locked up and heavily medicated don’t come running to me if he chews your legs off.’ Mal paused. ‘That last bit was a joke. Don’t they have jokes here?’ he asked rhetorically.

The Captain sighed. ‘We’ll leave him tied up and drugged when we go. Do yourselves a big fat favour and keep him that way. Oh yeah, he bit off his own tongue so don’t expect conversation or make plans to put him in the church choir when you’ve finished converting him.’

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