The moons around Dyspros were remarkably similar to Earth-that-was in all ways, including Geography and diversity. Nether core, nor boarder worlds, all classes existed. The orbit of Dyspros itself took it occasionally closer to the core then was comfortable, this time of year it was a bit further off. There was an alliance base that orbited the sixth moon of Dyspros, but it was pretty lax and assumptions ran high that officers in this area often doubled as crime bosses.

As Serenity passed this base, Jayne was more then a bit nervous. He didn’t have any good reason to be, but all he would do was just keep walkin’ back and forth in the cargo bay. Then he’d stop to lift weight, stop, pace, play a little hoopball with himself, stop, sit, pace, sit, lift weights again, stop, sit…

He was on the stoppin’ and sittin’ part when Mal and Zoë walked in. They seemed in the middle of a conversation, particularly as Mal was in the middle of a sentence. “Cargo would sell pretty well at the market on Eka. Figure Kaylee an’ Wash’ll handle that for us.”

“Yes sir.” Was Zoë’s only response.

Jayne snorted, standing. “You’re kiddin’, right?” An abnormal, sharp pain in his abdomen caused him to have to hide a wince as he walked over, explaining “Findin’ an open market on Eka’s like findin’ a good P6-1365 laser-sight off New Athens.”

“Not gonna happen, huh?” Mal responded quickly, startling Jayne a bit by not questioning it. “Better off selling on Prometheus?”

Jayne nodded “Better market, less law. ‘sides, they’ll be passin’ pretty close to each other this time every year.” His stomach lurched a bit, but he ignored it. Seemed the moonbrain was right about the stomachache.

“How’d you come to know so much about these rocks anyway, Jayne?” Zoë asked, sounding almost impressed.

Jayne shrugged and started for his weight bench. “Hell, I grew up on Eka. My ma still lives there.” Jayne sat, laid back and reached toward the bar. Then he abruptly sat up, changing his mind. “Best go get that hat