Your Vote Counts!

In this election year, the Allied Planets want to know what you think. On 1st June you will be able to make your views known by voting for one of the officially sanctioned candidates standing for Parliament. They will represent you at the highest level.

There will also be the opportunity to vote for other more local positions, to give you the chance to influence how your planet is run. Local candidates will be holding meetings and you will be able to put any questions to them that you wish (submitted in advance at the relevant Election office at least twenty-one days in advance).

Your election booth will be open from 6.00 am until 11.00 pm, and full instructions on how to vote will be depicted inside.

Good luck!

Issued by the Union of Allied Planets. Voting is mandatory.

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A long, drawn-out grind, followed by a sort of twanging sound, then something that appeared to be, at least to most ears, like Vera letting off two full loads. The cacophony filled the Firefly for a moment, then everything went unnaturally quiet.

Almost. Mal swore as he climbed off his bed. “Doc says I gotta take some rest every day on account of my little problem, and then there’s something sounds like my boat’s coming to pieces.” He grabbed his shirt and glanced at Frey’s amused face smiling up at him from the pillow – well, he was feeling much better – and climbed up the ladder to the corridor above, finding his mechanic waddling towards him. “Kaylee, what the tyen shiao duh was that?” he demanded, putting his arms into his sleeves but neglecting to button.

“Nothing to worry about, Cap.”

“You know, I really hate it when you say that. So how come we ain’t moving?”

“Technically, we are, ‘cause our momentum –“

“Kaylee.”

“Well, you remember that secondary grav boot Bester said was shot?” She looked expectantly into his blue eyes.

How could he ever forget the day he picked up the best mechanic in the ‘verse? And got rid of the worst. “Yeah