After all that they'd just gone through, I figured it was about time to give them some breathing space. A brief stopover with the new Mister Universe gave them a chance to regroup after the unpleasantness that they've suffered.

More important than that, however, is the introduction of a new Big Damn Villain. Or should I say two. Do you know what your sin is?

All your Serenity are belong to Joss. Every damn thing else is mine.

I'll take one order of feedback with a side of response.

A Question of Sins

"We close enough now?" Jacob asked. The mechanic nodded, and the captain flicked on a screen in front of the pilot's chair. Or at least, he tried to.

"Why the hell won't this thing turn on?" he asked his wife and pilot, who was lounging in the mentioned chair staring up toward him. She smiled a bit with a shrug.

"I had them disconnected," she said simply.

"Now why in the hell would you do that?" he asked gently.

"Mayhaps I don't like the idea of folk watchin' me when I'm flyin'. Or when we're finding other uses for this chair."

"Oh, God, make it stop," Zane feigned disgust. He flipped a few switches on the copilot's seat, and waved the captain over. The Cortex screen flickered own, showing a middle aged gentleman with bright eyes and hair just beginning to get shot through with grey. Despite the physical symptoms of age, the way he grinned as the screen popped on made him seem Zane's age.

"Zane!" the man shouted. "Can't say I expected to see you again, after that last business."

"We both came out alive. Well, except for that bottle they broke 'cross your head," Zane laughed.

"Hey, that really hurt. Weren't like you got much better. If I recall, there were pool cues..." the man responded gamely.

"Zane?" Jacob asked. "What the hell?"

"Oh, right," Zane said. "This is Jacob Greyson, captain of this little boat."

"Yeah, noticed you were callin' a mite closer than any planet," the man's gaze flit around, as if taking in feeds from other screens. "I told you you'd never last long on the