Title: Wash, as a measure.

Post BDM

My first and maybe only fanfic, we'll see.

Comments: Go for it ! good or bad

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A cabin, nestled in the mountains. Surrounded by tall pines that swayed in a gentle breeze. James Bernard, a man in his late 40's, stared blindly into the cortex. He had just got a wave from the captain of the Legacy who he had contracted to for a freight job. It seems he couldn't make the pickup, but had made arrangements for another ship take his place. Said the captain was someone he trusted.

Referred to him simply as "Mal". Why did he think that name rang a bell, seemed it important, should he know it he wondered.

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A wave from the Legacy had roused Mal out his bunk early the day before, it's captain had a job needed doing and his ship had got busted up.

Mal and Jacob knew each other from the wars years. It was somebody he trusted or trust as much as he would allow himself outside his crew and a few other browncoats. The man had a job he couldn't make good on, but he also had pride and a reputation to look after and he wasn't about to let down his customer. If he couldn't do the job, then he needed to find someone he trusted to do it for him. He had called Mal.

Mal had been on his way to yet another pickup of questionable goods when Jacob informed him that this was a legit cargo run, and his customer paid top fare, even feed his crew if he liked ya. When mal said he could do it Jacob sent over instructions on the pickup.

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36 hours later they were approaching a medium sized moon, somewhat off the beaten path. As he entered the cockpit he could see River at the controls. "Evening Capt'n"

Zoe was in the copilots seat. "Don't like it Sir." Without so much as a sideways glance "Could be a trap"

"Good Evening Lil Albatross" . . . "Now Zoe, you know Jacob wouldn't sell us out"

"Yes Sir, all I'm saying is this James fella has so