Disclaimer – Everything either does belong to Joss or it should. I’m just borrowing his shiny ‘verse for a while.

The 21st Lancers belong to the British Army so I’m borrowing them too. I hope they don’t mind.

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“We had teams scattered across the Colonised Worlds just waiting for the signal to hit their targets. MagLev lines, communication relay stations, armaments depots, senior officers you name it. Of course the one people always talk about is that we managed to sneak a pair of heavy-mortars onto Londinium hidden inside a shipment of spare parts. Used them to drop a dozen rounds of 155mm High-Explosive right through the domed roof of the Parliament building and blew the Chamber all to hell while the Legislators were all gathered on the lawn outside. They destroyed our Senate building on Hera in 2512 so we returned the favour. Now that was a ballsy operation, they actually fired the things from a barge in the river a few miles away then ran like hell. The mission commander, oversized Army NCO nicknamed Monty, got the Colonial Star for that one, I pinned it to his chest myself.”

President-Elect Marc van der Heijden - Cortex Interview 2531AD

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Fort Obsidian – Beyond the Outer Rim – 2522AD

‘We’re going home’ Jennifer told her children smiling over dinner. They were sat around their assigned table in the colonies large military mess-hall which was barely a quarter full with so many of the Task Force Omega personnel already heading off with their ships to the assembly point at Gibraltar station. Inara was sat with them but was reading a text wave from a hand-held console. She wouldn’t normally have been doing anything so uncouth as to read at the dinner table when she was with company but it was from Mal and she hadn’t heard from him in so long.

John stopped playing with his food ‘Good I miss Serenity’ he replied happily.

‘Mummy means we’re going back to Toulouse’ Cally corrected her little brother.

John looked at his mother. ‘I don’t even remembe