Firefly: "Wings"

Disclaimer: If I weren't just a poor college student and could finance the series myself, I would, but I can't. So all I can do is just play around in Joss Whedon's 'verse. Also, I don't know a lick of Chinese so I haven't bothered to put the translations because they're probably horribly wrong. If it were Japanese or Latin, well, that'd be another story...

Season premiere of my second season of Firefly: Three months after Serenity things aren't going so well for our Big Damn Heroes. Mal decides to take on old friend as a new crew member to change their luck around. Unfortunately, things never go as planned and an old enemy tries his hand at spoiling our Heroes' ray of sunshine.

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"How're we doin', little one?" asked Captain Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds on the bridge of his Firefly-class transport, Serenity. He stood, braced up against the upper bulkhead in his button down shirt and suspenders, and stared at the glimmering edge of a white planet called Persephone. He could easily recall a similar scenerio play out, but only it'd been Wash in his pilot's chair and Zoe cradled next to him. It wasn't Wash seated to his right any longer. River had taken up the temporary position of pilot, and it was Simon, her brother, who stood behind her. Kaylee, Zoe and Jayne were also crammed into the rather compact bridge, each eager for a peak at the closest damn thing to civilization they'd come to in the last three months.

Reavers had exploded out of their expanse of dead space ever since the broadwave. The Alliance, in a desperate effort to keep another civil war from exploding in the outer systems, had thrown a good bulk of their fleet into exterminating the Reaver menace. Instead of the rectifying the situation, it only seemed to be a band-aid on an amputated limb. The people of the outer systems never had much love for the Alliance, and they sure as hell never considered them angels on high. More than anything, the belated rescue aggrivated most fol