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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AN: Lots going on in this chapter. Also I know I'm touching on a few controversial subjects here. Namely race and religion. I hope I can do this without offending anyone. The opinions expressed by one of my characters are not my own but are necessary for the story line. I apologize in advance if I have offended anyone. Also there's some salty language in english.
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Thanks again to Woonsocket and Chris for the Beta work
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Relics
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Chapter Nine
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“...Kind of hard to forget the name and face of a man who tried to have me killed.”
Winston Chapel leaped to his feet. His face turning red with rage, “How dare you speak to me like that. I am a man of God!”
“You're a huckster and shyster who's personal vendetta against me led to you hiring a hit team and trying to kill me,” Allan growled.
“I did no such thing,” Chapel sputtered.
“Then explain why you were arrested for conspiracy in the murder of my security team and my attempted murder?”
“Charges were dropped.”
“I know that. Now can you please explain to me why a man who was so vehemently against the Exodus ended up in cryo on an Exodus ship?” Allan was nose to nose with Chapel.
“I... I wasn't against it in general. Only how the Exodus was executed.”
“Oh yes, I read that in one of your press releases. Only those you considered God's true children should be allowed to migrate.”
“That's right!” Chapel yelled.
Allan smiled slightly but there was no humor in his eyes. “Please explain to these good people who you consider God's true children.”
“Despite our differences, you fit the criteria,” Chapel growled back.
“And what criteria is that? These people want to know.”
Chapel took a moment to look
BTW, you shouldn't be apologising for the racist remarks of that man. He has to be a bastard, and unfortunately there are still too many of his type around, and probably will be even in five hundred years. But even though it's fiction, your story still has something to say by shining the light of liberalism (is that isn't a dirty word) onto the darkness that sometimes occurs.
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