Beta-thanks to PhyreLight, once again. See prologue for disclaimer and other blurbs (and hover your cursor over the Chinese phrases to view the translation).

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http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=20157>Prologue

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=20189>Part 1

前进

For as much as she loved her travels and her work, there were times when nothing appealed to Kaylee more than some sunshine and fresh air - particularly if they heralded a fresh bushel of strawberries. Alas that there seemed to be no fruit farms within spitting distance of Serenity's landing point: but contentment greeted her anyway in the ceaseless shower of sunlight. It felt to her like the first day of a new life as she tossed her goggles aside on her way down the ramp from the airlock, refreshingly cleaned and clothed in her patched green coveralls. She sucked in a deep breath, pacing slowly about, stretching her legs out from their erstwhile cramped quarters in the port fuel tank and filling her lungs with the fresh, fume-free air: she'd have to see if she could rope Simon into a short walk around the block. The morning light on her face felt nearly as warm and satisfying as their awakening in Canton.

"What, no rainbowey parasol?"

Kaylee almost jumped - not so much from the abruptness of the voice as its familiarity. The sight of the tall man approaching Serenity, in all his black-eyed, foghorn-voiced friendliness, came totally unexpected: yet in the same moment, Kaylee almost forgot about both Simon and her own motive for wanting to stay with the ship. This encounter had entered her mind the instant she discovered that Serenity was landing on Roma. Nevertheless, she felt her jaw slacken and lungs inflate with surprised glee at the sight of the lopsided grin in the weather-darkened face, the grease-stained clothes and fingers she h