For those of you who have been following the series (All four of you, I know), I realize it's been a few weeks since my last chapter went up. That's mainly because my muse decided to take a nice long vacation, and writing without inspiration is hard. This, suffer to say, is the result of that labor.

First of all, a familiar, and several ancillary faces to the Big Damn Crew. Sylvia's still having great problems controling her powers, and now she's gone and pissed off Jacob. As well, a figure mentioned earlier in the series is finally introduced. And somebody gets shot. Eight guesses who it is.

YoSafBrig and Matty Cobb are property of Joss, I'm just usin' them for a spell.

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Runnin' Ain't A Plan?

She was gettin' annoyed.

As she guided the ship through the burning air, she cursed softly under her breath in the otherwise vacant cockpit. Jacob had a headache... bah! He'd had a headache the last two weeks, and with that little miracle Syl pulled gettin' him his eye back, now he was afraid to mess with it. She always kinda liked havin' him as a matress, but now he found his way to one edge of the bed and didn't let her near him.

She was gettin' lonely.

Nobody'd ever told her it'd be like this, she admitted. Of course, she ammended, she didn't exactly have a maternal figure to speak on growin' up, so there weren't nobody could have told her anyway. Sure, she could've heard from her friends... had she ever accumulated any. She was starting to feel more alone on this boat than anybody. She didn't like that, though. Not one bit.

The intercomm crackled to life. "Anne," Zane said with a bit of concern. "Might be you want to even it out a bit?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Reactor's pullin' redline levels, s'if it's compensatin' for burnthrough. Did we lose a primary buffer panel or somethin'?"

Anne checked her sensors. She was indeed coming in entirely too steep. She pulled back a bit and let Legacy slow down, rather than experience some minor turbulence and t