Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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AN: Please don't tear apart my theory for FTL. I had to come up with some way of doing it. Same for my math... I had trouble with high school algebra.

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Quest-Chapter Two

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“Quest, this is Sara Jane.”

“Go ahead, Captain,” Replied a voice over the com.

“Five out. Get the bay ready.”

“Copy that.”

Sara settled back in the co-pilots chair. She was letting her husband fly for once. Their Firefly was just cresting the terminator between dark and light over Londinium. Ahead in the distance hung the immense space station that was Blue Sun's orbital dockyard.

Attached to the station on an outlying docking port hung Sara's other ship, Quest.

As Jeff eased Sara Jane closer, the vague oblong object resolved itself into the shape of their other home.

Quest was a private venture. Financed by a combination of Sara's own trust fund, capital from Blue Sun and investments from various other contributors. The result was a five hundred and fifteen meter long, fifty meter square tapered box with a rounded engine cluster at the aft end and four golden, vaguely oval shaped pods just forward of the engines.

Those pods were the key to the whole ship. If things worked right, Quest would be the scientific and engineering breakthrough of the century. If not the millennium...

The first vessel constructed by mankind that could travel faster than the speed of light. At least that's what Sara prayed it would.

Maneuvering closer, Jeff eased the Firefly into position over the top of Quest, just aft of a section of the hull that was darker then the rest.

Sara reached for the com again, “Quest, Sara Jane is in position.”

“Copy. Bay is depressurized. Opening doors now.”

Ahead of them, two huge clamshell doors began to open. Traversing the width of the ship, they slowly revealed a huge docking bay that seemed to be specifically des