And here it is, the second part to my first ever bit of Firefly Fanfiction. Everything I set up in part one is now crashing down, and I look a bit deeper into the mind and society of Reavers. Please do not expect any two consecutive chapters to arrive as close together as these two, as they are based on an RPG me and my people are running on about a weekly basis. Enjoy, and don't be afraid to give feedback.

Legal stuff: I don't own any of the intellectual property of the Firefly universe, and all your Firefly are belong to Joss. Everything written here takes place after the Big Damned Movie, so is utter speculation.

Reaved, pt.2

Zane vomitted the instant he stepped into the engineering room. Seeing him do so prompted the elderly bay-hand to follow suit, sending another fluid sluiceing through the grating this foul day. Greyson still felt that something was terribly amiss, and this terrified, wounded, and crying woman was no source for it. The Reavers, by virtue of nobody wanting to touch them, remained on the deck.

The bay crew had worked for more than an hour pulling everything of even moderate worth from what remained of the Hannibal's rear-most cargo bay, a task made all the more difficult by the almost lethally thin atmosphere. Jacob now paced in the mess hall, the closet thing the BlackJack had to a medical bed being the mess table with a sheet atop it. There being only one patient made it both all that was needed, and particularly sad.

Greyson waited while Jing washed out the last of her wounds and pulled the sutures closed. Just getting the blood off of her flesh ruined four towels and several dozen liters of water. It still bent the mind a bit to think that she was the sole lucky one.

"What happened?" Greyson asked, when he could force himself to wait no longer. Her wonderously blue eyes fluttered open, and she could not stop shaking, as if the coveralls that had been found for her were entirely insufficient to keep her warm.

"They came in the window and walked away with the house," sh