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Okay so i wrote this this one-shot fic as a worst possible scenario and i liked the end result. Comments would be great.

Khambilo

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“Admiral, we’ve identified the ship,” the callow ensign told the aged Alliance admiral.

“It’s a Wolfblazer class. They've been marked for illegal salvage of the Dortmunder.”

Wolfblazer? Similar to Firefly in construction, the admiral thought ruefully. Scavengers.

It had been too long since he had been in a vessel that small. For the past years, all he had known was the interior of the large military cruiser of the Alliance.

“Prep the gunships,” the admiral ordered. “We show these vultures no mercy.”

That would be a service to them, the admiral thought to himself. I know these people too well. They have no love for the Alliance, and who could blame them. Thirty years ago a broadwave propelled the Alliance into chaos. Evidence was refuted by Alliance “experts” but no one could ignore what the Alliance had done. A civil war erupted, but ultimately died all within the span of a couple of years. All hail the glorious Alliance.

He was just like these people. He fought for the independents in the first war, and even after the independents had lost, had continued to fight the regime in his own way: crime. Anything he could do to rub them wrong. It was the least he could after what they had done to him. He hated them.

And his hatred consumed him.

His hatred for the Alliance was what drove him.

His hatred for the Alliance had taken the lives of a preacher and a pilot, but more importantly friends. Hatred had caused his first mate to lose the will to live, to fade away. His hatred had made a hero out of a brigand before it snuffed his life out. Hatred drove him to irrationally fight back, and a girl whose mind had been destroyed by the Alliance had been the price to pay. Hatred obliterated the bonds of family, not only the child of