Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. (Except for Maxine and the rest of my OC's. they're mine) I’m just playing. No money being made.

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A new story line to recharge my Muse. Set outside my “Allanverse.” Just to see what happens. Set about a year and a half post Serenity. Story line has the standard pairings of Mal/Inara, Simon/Kaylee. Also has River/Jayne. Zoë/Maxine

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Warning: This story line from here on out will include 'gasp' fem slash (Like you didn't see it coming). It won't be graphic but I know some are offended by any depiction of homosexuality. If you don't like this kind of thing... stop reading right now.

AN: Sorry about the huge delay. Got kinda hectic the last couple of weeks. Doesn't look to slow down much either but I'll try to keep writing as often as I can.

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New Blood

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Chapter Twenty Three

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Mal looked up and swore slightly. He knew it was necessary but the sight of six Alliance tech's mounting a gun under the the chin of Serenity gave him an uncomfortableness. The last week and a half had been nerve wracking. Between planning the assault on the Academy and just watching the news waves as the Alliance slowly began to disintegrate.

Mal watched as Kaylee, flitted from one group of techs to another as gray jump suited men and women swarmed all over his ship.

Admiral Harken had essentially gutted one of his own ASREV gunships for the weapons, sensors and other bits now being grafted onto the old Firefly.

“Waddya think, Cap'n?” Kaylee asked as she skipped over to Mal's side.

“It gonna work, Lil' Kaylee?”

“Sure thing. Systems are checkin out A-okay.”

“And it can all come off after. Right?”

“Yep,” Kaylee grinned.

Mal relaxed slightly, “Keep up the good work then.”

Kaylee grinned and headed back to work. Mal sighed and glanced around the cavernous hanger, buried deep in the bowels of the Magellan. Along the walls, dozens of gunships and skiffs waited. The next bay over held assault shuttles for carrying troops to the surface.