Well, this chapter turned out to be a far sight longer than I expected it to be. As well, it turned out to have taken a lot longer to release, much to the chagrin of my four or five regular readers :-)

Well, the familiar faces keep popping up. I intended this to be Anne's little bit of story, but other's kept walking her down, so I figure; eh, they still got a corpse on board and Anne's still at the helm, she can do her bit next episode. Might want to keep the kiddies away, cause the language gets a bit more colorful (in both English and otherwise) than it has in the past. No F@#% words though. Can do perfectly well without them

All your Firefly are belong to Joss

GIVE ME GORRAM FEEDBACK, YE PANTYWAIST IDJITS!

Translations:

Woh xi wang xian gui di nen ya (I will @@@@ing shoot you)

gah ni niang (Mother@@@@er)

sha gua (Retard)

Eerie-Ass Days

Somewhere on Legacy, someone was crying.

Jacob sat in the pilot's seat, staring over the little models Anne had accumulated over the last few months, past the bulkheads and the cockpit itself. He stared off into the black, wondering what he was becoming. Wondering if he was losing his mind.

He'd almost killed a man. He'd tried to killed a man. His hands shook and twitched on his knee as he thought about the instant decisions he'd made. Once, the bullet tore through the innards of a man named Billy, leaving him screaming on the ground. Once, the bullet burst through the sternum of a man named Kurt Cogley. One lived. One died. He regretted neither. And that was what worried him.

Jacob's eye was dry.

Early paced around the common area, fingers poking through the holes in his old shirt. He looked back on his life, and he wondered why everything had to go so badly. He didn't know who he was. He'd lost his job, which had dominated his life in a quite pleasant fashion. When he lost bounty hunting, he was stranded without purpose. Like his room once he left it. Empty.

Early's eyes were dry.

Zane flipped through some pages as he referred between a pamphlet a