This was a great idea. Oh and..
If you HAVE NOT seen the TV series called Firefly.. You may not understand the characters. Otherwise, it should be fun.
Chapter One
"Check." The old Sheppard placed the rook adjacent to his opponent’s king.
Simon let out a sigh, and dropped his head.
"I don't get it." Jayne studied the board. "What's the point of this game, anyway?"
"It's an old game, back from Earth. It's meant to challenge wits. I am trying to take Simon's king." Shepherd made a gesture to the doomed king
Simon smiles, and switching out two pieces. "Queen takes rook." Simon replaced the two pieces.
Sheppard studied his options. "Checkmate." He removed Simon's queen, and placed his own.
Wash let out a chuckle "And the great, wise, doctor has fallen!" He leaned forward from his chair.
"Hey! What are y'all doing? We just finished a heist, and you're playing..That?" Mal stopped halfway down the short steps from the hallway.
"Were in the middle of deep space, nothin's followin us." Jayne looked up from the knife he had been polishing.
His words were cut short as the red proximity light flashed. Everyone in the room got up.
"Funny, i remember a time when a pilot flied a ship. Now get back to you're posts." Mal dismissed them "And let's hope were not all going to die."
The large majority of the group headed up with Mal. When they got to the helm, they discovered an Alliance patrol ship, hailing them. The ship was a class A-16 Jupiter ship, posing enough threat to destroy Serenity, but not enough to catch up to her if Wash made an effort to get away.
"Alliance?" Jayne questioned from the hall, collecting his grenades.
"Alliance." Mal leaned over Wash and the control board. "Wash, can you make sure they can't scan the ship?"
"Of Corse Mal... I'm a pilot." Wash answered sarcastically.
When they opened the viewing screen, they were met with an older man in an Alliance jumpsuit, military cap on. Three red stripes underneath two green stripes were pinned to his suit. No one important. This was, of course, good to Mal, because chances are there wouldn't be any backup.
"This is Captain Jon Nervan." Jon begins the conversation. He studies Mal through the viewing screen.
"Well how are you, Captain? Just making our way to the outer reaches. What can we do for ya?" Mal was using his fake 'innocent' expression.
"We're looking for a Firefly vessel, recently seen leaving a nearby sector. We just need to make a routine check, is all." Jon responded, giving Mal a fake expression of his own.
"Of Corse, we would be more then happy to obliged." Mal responded, and closed the frequency.
Normally, he would hide whatever stolen goods he has and let the Alliance do their thing, but considering the goods he was smuggling right now was two tons of dolomite, he had a different plan in mind.
"Wash, once they're ready to dock, i want you to fly us the hell away from here." Mal headed down the hall.
"We shooting again?" Jayne asked, about 4 weapons ready.
"Nope."
"Aww, common Mal.."
"Kaylee, i need my engines ready to fly STAT." Mal asked, sticking his head into the engine room.
The engine rotated, sparked, and made bright lights. This was normal for the out of date engine.
"Working as fast as i can, capt I’ll just need a few more min-" The shipped lunged forward, without warning, and Kaylee spun about, hitting her head on the rotating engine, and fell to the floor.
"Kaylee!" Mal cursed in Japanese.
Mal made his way back to the helm
"Wash, what the hell are you doing? I thought i told you to wa-" He looked out to see a third ship, an orcish design, with blood covering it's old paint. Mal cursed. The ship went through a series of lunges, and blasts.
"Mal, i can't pilot my way through this, I need to put her down!" Wash shouted out, trying to keep Serenity under control.
The ship suddenly was blasted out of control, spinning into the black of space.
Mal blacked out.
Mal came through, Simon was tending to him, he felt a bandage on his head.
"What happened?" He managed out.
"We took a bad hit, we spun out of control. Were far in deep space now.." Zoe answered.
"It gets worse... The reavers knocked out the main control conduit, were not going to be able to change course.." Kayle said with a grim look. She was holding an ice pack to her head.
"Can we calculate where were headed?" Simon injected him with an additional needle.
"No. This solar system is uncharted.. But were going to have to crash her."
Back at the helm, the crew were planning.
"So this..." Wash pulled up a planet on the screen "Is where were going to land…or crash. It's got breathable air, sais the scanner."
"Can you put her down nicely?" Mal asked.
"Hopefully... Kaylee's got some work to do, though. Either way, it'll be rough." Wash flipped three buttons.
"Allright, this is what we're going to do. Everyone who isn’t needed on the ship will get in the shuttles and will eject. The shuttles should be able to land you safely." Mal addressed the crew.
"Kaylee will stay back too, we need you to maintain the engines as we go down. Was will pilot as much as he can, and i'll stay up here. If you have any questions, save them till after the crash. Get going"
"Entering orbit now… Already lost the primary buffer panels." Wash held on to the controls, which were vibrating. The ship rocked violently.
The two shuttles deployed, and headed off to make a safer landing. Mal strapped himself into the passenger seat, and helped wash.
The ship soared down, vibrating heavily, clattering could be heard thought the ship. From the ship Wash and Mal saw vallies, mountains, large bodies of water and... a town?
"Mal i can't hold her..."
The ship hit ground, sliding through a plane. With a sudden lurch, the spin stared spinning out of control, and flipped, and rolled on it's side. And before he blacked out, Mal could swear he saw a...pony?