Last chapter until the new story gets put up. Annd I just realized that I actually had put Stang instead of Sierra on some of the chapters lol, they're fixed. As always I just want to thank everyone for reading as well as commenting. And remember, this is your last chance to comment before the third story comes out, so comment away on how you felt about Sierra ;)

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Malcolm, awoke with a soft groan.

He felt hazy, somewhat sore, but mostly drugged out of his mind as the crisp puff of oxygen was being supplied to his body via the breathing tubes by his nose. Slowly, gingerly, he ventured to open his eyes, and was hit with a blindness of sterile white light. Shutting them, wincing, he waited for the spots to fade that were dancing on the insides of his eyelids before turning his head to the side and opening them again. While not as bright, everything was blurry, like an oversaturated watercolor painting. Slowly though, things came into focus, blobs became shapes, and detail crept closer until the captain realized there were two figures on one of the ledges. Furrowing his brow, knowing he had been shot he realized it was Simon, and that the body in his arms was River. After a few minutes, the picture became clear and he absorbed the entire scene. An utterly despondent trauma surgeon cradling the lifeless frame of his little sister. Simon’s eyes looked simply blank, lacking of any emotion as he stared into the distance with a frown while absently fingering a long lock of his sister’s dark brown hair.

“Wo de ma…” He uttered in a raspy voice.

Simon looked up and saw the captain alive and alert.

“Is she…?” Mal asked with concern.

“It’s the Byphodine.” He explained to the injured captain in a low and guilty tone. “She made me give it to everyone but us… the whole crew… they’re drugged…”

Malcolm’s mouth opened slightly as his mind did its best to wrap around the fact that everyone was medically dead. Saffron had really planned revenge for the Lassiter. No one wa