Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. (Except for Allan and the kids. they're mine) I’m just playing. No money being made.

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This story takes place nine years after Serenity (BDM) and has the established couples of Simon/Kaylee, Mal/Inara, Zoë/Allan and Jayne/River. Takes place five years post “The Bash”

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A/N: New story arc. Set five years after “The Bash”

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Thanks again to Woonsocket and Chris for the Beta work

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Relics

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Chapter Four

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EES Kansas, November fifteenth, 2114:

Kansas was a ghost ship now. Captain Sylvia Marsh sat in the command chair of her first ever space command. Slowly she turned the Lassiter laser pistol over and over again in her hands.

She felt like vomiting. Sylvia wasn't sure if it was morning sickness, or the fact that she had killed thirty-eight hundred odd passengers and crew less than four four hours previously.

It wasn't really murder, she tried to rationalize. Every person on the ship had been told exactly what was happening. She was proud of the people on board Kansas.

There had been very little hysteria when she first informed the ship’s company about the situation. She further explained that, if run at minimum power, the reactor would provide power long enough for the souls within the cryo chambers to possibly survive.

A few had protested. Asking why those in cryo should be given preferential treatment. The captain explained that Kansas would run out of fuel for the reactor in less than six months if they didn't turn everything but the cryo chambers off.

That shut the nay-sayers up fairly quickly.

She gave the people on board Kansas options. In the end, a committee had been formed. In some bizarre twist of logic, they had decided that there should be a huge party. A barbecue and picnic held in the starboard pasture.

A party where the food would be laced with a strong narcotic compound. Drugs that would ensure that everyone would be completely comatose when the captain threw the switch that depressurized the huge sp