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: Starting to build here folks.

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Quest - Chapter Twenty Three

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“How's the wing, Jeff?” Allan asked his son-in-law.

Jeff moved his arm around, “Still a little sore. But it's workable.”

“We all loaded up?” Mal asked as he strode up to his friend and son.

“Just waiting on the last missile loads from the armory, Dad,” Jeff replied.

Mal grunted. Not one hundred percent happy with arming his ship. Again. Neither did he feel entirely comfortable with some parts of the plan. “Still don't like your part o' this operation, Allan.”

“It's not like I'm going in alone. I'll have Zoë with me.” Allan replied.

“Neither o' you are spring chicken's no more.”

“Same can be said for you too, Dad,” Jeff remarked.

“Well...”

Mal was interrupted as a hover approached the three Fireflys parked outside the large Blue Sun hangar complex. On it's cargo bed lay the deceptively innocent looking crates that held over thirty ship to ship and ship to ground missiles.

The ground crew accompanying the cargo began to unload the hover and move the preloaded missile racks inside the Firefly, Jeff had named, Endeavor.

On either side, additional crews were doing the same for Mal's ship Tranquility and Cordell Olsen's ship, The Flores. Named after Hipolito Flores. The Alliance maintenance tech who had been killed in the attack on Quest.

“Frigates all set?” Jeff asked

Allan nodded, “Bobbie and James are on test hops. Heracles and Challenger should be back in a few hours.”

“Good,” Mal replied, “What about the other boats?”

“I took Endeavor up this morning,” Jeff replied, “I gotta hand it to you Uncle Allan. Your new drive is shiny...”

Allan smiled, “Cordell and Vicki took Flores up a little while ago with Rachel along to train them up on the FTL. Said the same thing.”

“The jump is so smooth...” Jeff began.

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