Something before I get wrapped up in finals...

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There was an unwritten code when it came to other crews riding in a guest ship.

Serenity rumbled and shook as she took to the air. East’s crew was split into groups, some were unpacking in guest bunks, but some were at the ship’s posts, watching as their host crew flew.

Mal stood at the helm as Wren and Jovie stood at the co-pilot console. River, was at the yolk with Boston a solid lump atop the locker, she full of concentration as the thick ion cloud was difficult to maneuver for even a reader. The captain sighed heavily, as chatter could be heard through the com link to the engine room. River had the link on, as the cloud required a synchronization with their engineer.

Roxy however was very open about engines, tricks of the trade, and her past life as a pole dancer in the underground club in Londinium.

And Kaylee was well, Kaylee.

Taking the com he hit the button. “I’m sure ya two are life long friends now, but uh… there are others ears and I’d think it a kindness if ya didn’t fill my mind with your exploits.”

“You cap’ns are all prudes, ya know?” Roxy grunted through the com.

Wren let out a soft, wry snicker. “Rox’s just more pleasurably driven than anyone else in the ‘verse.”

“That a fact.” Reynolds announced dryly. He felt a heave from his boat, and braced himself against the locker as there was a sudden surge and Serenity suddenly broke through the atmosphere. It was in the black, against a blanket of stars that were like pockmarks against the velvet skin of nothingness. There was no more friction, just smoothing sailing in an airless sea.

River hit the com button. “Kaylee, turning the com link off.”

“'Kay.”

Jovie, who was stunned at the lack of upgrades and excessive use of duct tape at the helm, nodded her head in a pleased fashion. “That was impressive flyin’ Miss River.” Curious about the dinosaurs, she wandered over to the pilot’s chair. “Got some talent for someone so young, di