Fifty years in the future.....

Fifteen years after the 2nd War of Independance...

He had come to Hera to spread their ashes. Dad always wanted to bring his mother here, to show her why he loved it so, but the War would steal that away when it took his father. Still, when she had finally died, sorrow claiming her before her time, it had been her last wish for him to take them both ... home. And finally after six months of mourning her and trying to figure out where he belonged, Declan Reddik Jr. decided it was time.

His grandparents' graves were nothing more than piles of dirt, but someone had erected new crosses, ones made even sturdier. Running a hand over his dark, short cropped hair, he slowly poured out the ashes from the container in his hand. They caught in the breeze almost like smoke from one of his father's cigarettes, and a smile parted his lips. Shaking the urn to make sure it was empty, he sat the aging silver pot next to the crosses and bowed his head one more time before dusting his hands off. As he stood, his dark eyes took in the sights for a moment, the hills in the back drop, the lake a few kilometers away, and ...

Something in the near distance caught his attention as the sun exploded from the clouds and at first, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. A Firefly class transport rested proud on the dark dirt. She was a class of ship he knew well enough ... almost as well as his father's, even though he'd never been on board one. Shaking his head, he decided to go check her out.

As Declan approached, her magnificence changed a bit and her age began to show. Grass as well as vines had grown around her struts and birds had take up a nest in the left engine. Her hull was blackened in patches from laser fire, and pitted by debris, while the pale painted sign on her side was almost gone, though her name had been touched up recently.

Ski's son had stumbled on Serenity.

Her ramp was down, but as he moved to go in a growl challenged him. From her