Bane was marched into the bar between two bottom-feeders called Ox and Eddie with a grim expression on her face, it had become immensely tiring for her to try to think up ways of losing them. Like Mal and Monty, she knew people would be interested in her for her munitions skills, and with that fact being broadcast all over the cortex at her trial, she had been a bit naïve to think she would be completely safe. As a result of this carelessness her friend, Jayne Cobb, had been left in an alley and was possibly dead – she did not know. She found it difficult to believe he could be, but she had plenty of time over the last four months to worry about it.

“Over there, Pye,” said Ox, shoving her into the corner of the booth. He was not called Ox by birth, but by description and he was not gentle. They were getting ready to bid her over to someone else, otherwise she would have been locked in a room as normal as soon as they broke atmo. She had been passed on twice already, so she barely bothered to learn their names now. She just tried to keep an eye out for the chance to get away, or blow them up.

“At least get me a farewell drink,” Bane said sarcastically. Ox nodded to Eddie across the table. Eddie sneered.

“I don’t have to do anything that fong luh gai says.” Ox sighed, he was a little tired of hearing this line.

“Then get me a ruttin’ drink as well. And do what I gorram tell you.” Eddie stomped off to the bar.

“He’s gettin’ a bit unruly,” said Bane smirking. Ox leaned his weight against her, virtually nose to nose.

“And I’m gettin’ a little tired of you baitin’ him.” He was a very large man, but Bane was not in the least bit afraid. In fact, she laughed.

“ Qu ni de , Ox. What exactly you gonna do about it? Sell me on to the next one? No, wait, you’re already doing that. Diu lay lo mo and the Mothership she came in on.” Ox slapped her hard across the mouth with the back of his hand. He had tried reigning the anger that had been brewing, ever since he had bought her of