Ah. The Season Finale. It took a damn long time to reach this place, and it feels good to have come so far. With this out of the way, I'll be able to start the next season as soon as the inspiration hits. And next season's gonna be a hell of a doozy.

This is the last session my group actually played. With it havin' pretty much dissolved out from under me, that makes the storyline here on out entirely mine. Also, enjoy the plot twist I put at the end.

All your Serenity are Belong to Joss, everythin' else is ruttin' mine!

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The Big Damn Job, Part 2 (Got Took)

"Well?"

The entire crew of Legacy had appeared on the bridge, sidling up in pairs or alone. Jacob watched the screen, which was watching directly astern. Anne, having changed back into her usual attire of one of his shirts and her own pants, was focused on keeping up with the fleet, which was following in the wake of the Alpha Wolf, so far ahead that it had vanished from sight.

Jacob, on the other hand, was watching as the vaunted blockade around Hera fell right the hell apart as they recognized Kell's ship. Too many stories had been circulated about that Lady Pirate class ship, too many stories about the pyrrhic battle that had been won against him, and by definition, lost against him. The Rachel Wall was a thing of myth and terror. And it opened the way out of Hera rather effectively.

"Only problem is, ain't nobody followin' us," Jayne pointed out. Inara turned to him, seeming astounded that he even had the faculty to point out the obvious. "Weren't that the cunnin' plan? Get'm all runnin' after us?"

"Even the best laid plans never survive the first engagement," Jacob said, leaning back in his chair. "If we can't get somebody after us, we're humped. Reaver's'll be there less than two hours after we are, unless..."

"Jacob?" Anne asked.

"Open a Cortex link. I've got to talk to the Magellan."

"What?" several people asked as one. Not Sylvia, though. She already knew.

"You're going to sell them out, boss?