"Have Gun, Will Travel" Pt.2

"You're entry vector is wrong!" River screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran into the cockpit while Mal was trying to break atmo on St.Albans.

"Whaddya mean, wrong?!"

"You're going in too steep, you need to be gentle with her, the wind sheers will hurt her... the wind sheers will break her shell like an egg on a frying pan."

"Well in case that nonesensical crap was sposed to mean somethin', there's nothin' wrong with my-" A beeping noise was very loud and the wind began to shake Serenity so hard it felt like she was going to fly apart. A tremor ran through the ship as a very violent wind sheer pushed it off course. A squawk came from the comm system followed by a staticy voice. "Firefly Class Transport, this is St.Albans Air Traffic Control. Be advised, heavy windshears are in your approach vector."

Mal grimaced, fighting with the yoke to keep Serenity level. "NOW they tell me!" he yelled. River stumbled and got into the Co-Pilot's chair, clutching for dear life. Kaylee's voice came over the comm next. "Captain, what's going on up there... I feel like I'm gonna be shake 'n bake in a minute here..." Mal ignored the comm system and found his landing pad, he fired Serenity's retro thrusters and vectored the VTOL engines to set down... he set down too hard, there was an audible crash as things fell all around the ship and several warning lights went off all over the cockpit. Jayne, his arm still in a sling, poked his head into the cockpit. "Gorramit MAL! YOU WOKE ME UP!"

Mal looked up at Jayne and then got up. "Well Jayne, there's work to be done... and seein' as how you can't do it, I figure you might as well be as bored and miserable as the rest of us."

"At least Wash never set us down hard enough to make the engines fall off!"

"Yeah, well Wash ain't here." Mal looked past Jayne into the hall to see Zoe standing there... a hurt expression on her normally stoic features. Mal felt something in the pit of his stomach, as if it had dropped out from under him. He