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Legacy 2:11, Sibling Rivalry

Thursday, February 9, 2006

While Legacy slips through the black, the Alliance has its hands full due to a Reaver attack on Persephone. But Legacy isn't alone slipping through the darkness.

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This chapter is a testament to how to overcome writer's block: Steal. When it gets hard to write, sit down and skim through things until you've gathered enough ideas to hammer something out. Which is exactly what I did. Two parts Objects In Space, a few lines from other episodes when they fit, a new character to keep track of, and viola!

The title may seem a bit misleading, because this chapter really doesn't deal with the sisters on the ship, rather with Casher, and the new character who knows more about his past than he does. Don't worry, if you're just getting on the Casher train, not much is given away yet. Also, Sylvia hides in plain sight and give teasers for what's coming later in the season. Same old, same old. Also... Shouting Match!

Firefly and Serenity are property of Joss and Mutant Enemy. Jacob and Co. are all ruttin' mine.

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Sibling Rivalry

"These are only a few images of the carnage which has come to Persopine city not one week ago, images that can only be described as nightmarish," the newscaster said. Casher winced as he rotated his arm. He'd pulled something at the weight deck, earlier in the evening, and now he was going to pay for it. It seemed like a good enough distraction, at the time, but now, he wished he was right here. Watching this. Because it was so incredibly relevant.

Persephone, he'd never been there himself, but he'd heard great things about it. Especially about its thriving underworld. A man could lose himself for months in that den of thieves. It almost made him consider moving there. But was starting to like this ship, its crotchety and paranoid captain notwithstanding. Add to it that even the warrens of Southdown were an attractive place to his eyes, and it became a struggle, from time to time.

Not so much a struggle now.

The city and its slums looked as though a burning brand had been dragged along them in a straight line. Starting from the Southdown Abbey and its environs, and moving directly north into the heart of Persopine, a warpath o

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