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Post by Medieval Kevin on Oct 22, 2014 10:18:24 GMT -8
Spare Passenger Dorm aka Jayne's "Public Relations Office"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 23, 2014 7:02:00 GMT -8
**Jayne enters from Serenity - Cargo Bay**
Jayne had passed the corridor, the Hand of Blue still dragging along behind him. This wasn’t even exercise for him, as that guy was such a flyweight. For a little moment Jayne thought about waking him up to make this more entertaining. Nah, Mal would get angry with him. Otherwise… the captn’ wasn’t here, was he? Without thinking twice, he gave the shitface a knuckle sandwich.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 6, 2014 11:49:07 GMT -8
Hand of Blue
He could taste metal. And everything seemed to ache. Then he remembered. So she had betrayed them, she had chosen death then. He tried to move his arms and legs... It did no good as he was bound, and being dragged from the feel of it. His face particularly hurt. Since all else had failed after he felt himself thrown into a sitting position he snapped his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were in a small room with little furnishing. It was a spare passenger room to be repurposed as a torture chamber no doubt.
His company was a tall man holding a large knife with a malicious looking sneer on his face. "And what sort of authority do you think you have, Sir?" he asked. "Am I to assume you are here to extract information? If you are planning torture you had best just slit my throat. Otherwise I offer it willingly if you will give me some in return."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 20, 2014 11:59:53 GMT -8
"Brave words for a bound man.", Jayne answered cross-armed, before he came closer and held his knife right beside the man's face. "I wonder if they still are… after cutting off one of your ears. Or maybe both.", he added with a now indeed malicious looking sneer. Jayne hated it when his patients are talking big. Maybe they were in the mistaken belief that he would hesitate to implement what he says. To clarify that several other guys had been wrong about this before, Jayne let the blade of his knife go through his patient's flesh, left behind a little notch.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 14, 2014 14:08:18 GMT -8
Hand of Blue
The man tensed as Jayne's knife pierced his flesh. The only sign that anything had happened. His smile did not waver. "So that is how this is going to be then?" Blood ran down the side of his face and started dripping onto his suit. The man acknowledged it with a passive glance and then looked back at his tormentor.
"Certain primitive doctors believed pain to be whatever the patient said it was. Some believed it could be dismissed. Whatever you believe there are four steps in the nociception process. Interrupt any of the later three and such theories are rendered irrelevant. I have my methods and we don't have all day. You will either kill me or help me with some information that isn't going to bother anyone you would care about... Now am I right? Those fugitives for instance..."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 20, 2014 13:04:50 GMT -8
Why this piece of shit wasn't screaming, not even stiring? With a disappointed look Jayne just hold, the cold blade of his knife still on the Hand of Blue's ear.
"So that is how this is going to be then?"
Just as Jayne thought about an answer, with which he could get him piss his pants yet still, the guy continued talking.
"Certain primitive doctors believed pain to be whatever the patient said it was. Some believed it could be dismissed. Whatever you believe there are four steps in the nociception process. Interrupt any of the later three and such theories are rendered irrelevant. I have my methods and we don't have all day. You will either kill me or help me with some information that isn't going to bother anyone you would care about... Now am I right? Those fugitives for instance..."
A puzzled expression lay on his face. He wasn't able to withhold a simple-minded: "Huh?", before shaking his head and tightened the grip on his knife. "Are you shittin' me, milksop?", he spat out angrily. "In any case, heard someone beggin' to be killed. Ok, you better listen carefully. Do I look like someone overanxious to hear ya story? I'm just a man, who does his job and this is to try gettin' some informations out of you. TRY...", Jayne repeated with a sneer. "But if you're not cooperative, well, not my problem. It's all right as long as my payment is." With these words the blade slid down, and with it the ear of the Hand Of Blue. "What's it like now?", he said with a louder voice, as if the loss of one ear would make the man only half-hearing.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 27, 2014 17:18:48 GMT -8
Mal
**Enters from Serenity - Infirmary**
The Captain walked in just in time to see an ear fall into Jayne's waiting hand. He always started with the ears. Usually Mal didn't let him get this far, the threat would do but this man. He had nearly melted his crew's brains and who knew what else. His people! He didn't give a Lǎoshǔ de pìgu what happened, as long as they got information.
"Who does he work for? Exactly." Their captive's eyes fluttered and then closed. A deep exhale and the man calmed. Was he unconscious? It was difficult to say. "If we have to ask our friends on your ship we will find out one way or another. Why don't you go ahead and start spilling your master plan. Get us all shaking in our boots." Mal finished directing his words at the bound villain.
Lǎoshǔ de pìgu = Rat's ass
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 17:52:19 GMT -8
When suddenly the door swang open, Jayne turned around and the stray ear fell out of his hand. Unfortunately Jayne didn't often get the chance to really dissever his patient's body parts, so he maybe should get himself a little souvenir, he thought in a flash. Splat!
"Who does he work for? Exactly."
D'oh! Jayne looked down at the Captain's boot, which just crunched the milksop's ear. Mal even haven't seem to notice. Well, what the hell! Jayne actually has never been the collector type anyway.
"If we have to ask our friends on your ship we will find out one way or another. Why don't you go ahead and start spilling your master plan. Get us all shaking in our boots."
Jayne raised up his head and watched Mal talking to the Wángbā dàn himself, while he was standing behind, cross-armed and with a nasty grin on his lips. "Shall I cut off his other ear as well?", he threw in with a smirk, honestly ready to do so.
-------------------------------- Wángbā dàn = son of a bitch
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 27, 2014 18:08:48 GMT -8
Mal
"Shall I cut off his other ear as well?" Reynolds crossed his arms as well as the man's eyes opened again. "Jayne for once I don't care what you do. This one has a lot to answer for. I want to know where he came from and if he is responsible for hurting Ina- for hurting any of our crew." His expression darkened for a moment. "Whatever you need to do, the gloves are off..." His mood subsided somewhat as he thought for a moment. "Jayne," he added at the last second. "Just not the other ear, he needs to hear... in order to dig... any deeper."
It was at that point the Captain heard the crunch. "Yīgè mǔqīn de shānyáng érzi!" The prisoners eyes rolled back into his head for good. There would be no further questions. The coward had taken the easy way out. Mal cursed himself for not seeing that coming. "Guess we just have to ask the others nicely. I'll handle that... when we get well away from port."
Yīgè mǔqīn de shānyáng érzi = Son of a motherless goat
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 19:04:05 GMT -8
"Jayne for once I don't care what you do. This one has a lot to answer for. I want to know where he came from and if he is responsible for hurting Ina- for hurting any of our crew."
For a moment Jayne had a quizzical expression on his face. "So, does that mean yes?", he asked with a simple-minded look.
"Whatever you need to do, the gloves are off..."
The simple-minded look vanished and instead cleared the way for another Jayne-like smirk.
"Jayne,"Malcolm added at the last second. "Just not the other ear, he needs to hear... in order to dig... any deeper."
"I see.", he answered satisfied. There has been a lot of body parts left, probably some even more funnier to cut off. Just as Jayne was about to continue his little smalltalk with mister one-ear, another crunching noise let him turn around.
"Yīgè mǔqīn de shānyáng érzi!"
"Hah!", Jayne let out a mischievous laughter, while turning back to the Hand Of Blue. "Too bad that..." Sorely disappointed he watched the man's closed eyes. "This sucks, Man!", he spat out in Mal's direction. "I hate when this happens..."
"Guess we just have to ask the others nicely. I'll handle that... when we get well away from port."
Jayne let up on the unconscious man. "And what shall we do with the rest of him, Captain?", he asked, pointing to the face behind him.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 27, 2014 19:20:43 GMT -8
Mal
"And what shall we do with the rest of him, Captain?" Reynolds paused for a second, not having to put too much thought into it. He merely shrugged, "Airlock." Was all the Captain had to say as he walked out of the room, leaving Jayne to the task. As Mal entered the hall beyond he activated his comm, "Zoe meet me on the bridge."
**Mal exits to the Bridge**
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 19:57:49 GMT -8
"Airlock."
Yah, this was a job he could do, though it was a shame to get this ended up that fast. Jayne just heard the door slamming in the background, as he turned back to the unconscious man. "Now you're not so mouthy anymore, huh?", he said with a smirk, already gave him a fireman's lift to finally get this job done.
... Due to the legal protection for children and young persons this scene will got faded out. ...
**A cracking noise sounded through the ship. Maybe just the parts of a broken ship, got into the airlock... maybe not.**
**Jayne exits to the bridge**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 16, 2017 15:15:48 GMT -8
The day Niska's men then the Hands of Blue had attacked finishes out, luckily without any further fanfare.
It is now mid day of the following day.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 15, 2018 10:17:07 GMT -8
Travel time from New Melbourne to Newhall passes.
The ship is nearing the vicinity of Newhall.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 15, 2018 10:52:38 GMT -8
"Hey guys, we got a distress called coming in."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2018 18:45:25 GMT -8
Travel time of Serenity to Shadowheart passes.
Serenity has reached the disabled Shadowheart ship to assist with repairs and an injury.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2019 13:39:53 GMT -8
***Inara and Mal enter from Infirmary and Common Area***
Inara stepped into the spare passenger dorm room and slid the door closed until it was only an inch open. That inch made the room feel a bit less small and charged with the stifling electricity that seemed to fill a room whenever the two of them were together. At least she convinced herself it helped.
She turned to face Mal, remaining in her spot by the door. "I hope you don't mind," she began, neatly folding her hands before her. "I invited Madison and her crew to stay on board until Sally is on steadier ground. At least for as long as Simon feels he needs to keep watch over her. If you feel they might get in the way of the mission, they could stay in my shuttle, but perhaps," she paused meaningfully, "they won't be in the way?" She left the obvious implication that they may be an asset to the mission open for Mal's thoughts.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Apr 20, 2019 20:28:19 GMT -8
[Temp-play by Lee-o]
"I hope you don't mind, I invited Madison and her crew to stay on board until Sally is on steadier ground." Mal raised his eyebrow when Inara said she invited the crew to stay. He had no intention of throwing them out, not after finding Sally. At least for as long as Simon feels he needs to keep watch over her. If you feel they might get in the way of the mission, they could stay in my shuttle, but perhaps, they won't be in the way?"
"I have no intention of throwin' them back into the black. Not until they can fly proper," Mal ignored the urge to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder but he leaned in. "but last I checked that invitation should be given by the owner of the boat. You captain now?" He smirked.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2019 21:09:27 GMT -8
Inara narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, feigning defiance over his command. "Sure, why not? I could put on a surly attitude and boss people around." Of course Inara did know and respect that there was so much more to being a captain than that. There were challenges and difficult decisions not everyone could make and Inara had nothing but respect for the way Mal captained the ship and his crew. But she couldn't resist the temptation for bantering of the friendly sort. He was so rarely in this laid back, playful attitude. How could a woman resist? "But that leaves the position of Companion open. How are you at seduction?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Apr 20, 2019 21:21:33 GMT -8
[Temp-play by Lee-o]
"Sure, why not? I could put on a surly attitude and boss people around."
"I take offense to that, I'm not surly." They played on the line and Mal knew how dangerous this was, both of them fighting back what they felt. They were both from different worlds and most days she couldn't stand him.
"But that leaves the position of Companion open. How are you at seduction?" There was that line, the line he danced on.
"I might not have fancy schoolin' but I'm sure I could slip on one of your dresses and prance around some?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2019 21:55:47 GMT -8
She started to smile at the image but quickly schooled her features to look offended. "First of all, I do not prance," she said indignantly. "Secondly, I'd just love to see you get into one of my dresses."
The second the words were out of her mouth, the unintended double entendre of it that spoke more truth than she ever dared to admit even in her own private thoughts hit her. In a moment far rarer than one of Mal's playful moods, Inara flushed. "There's no way you'd fit into them," she said in an attempt to back peddle, the slight shakiness to her voice sounding foreign to her own ears with the even more foreign feeling of being flustered. She wanted nothing more than to melt through that one inch gap in the door to escape the uncharacteristic slip-up that left her feeling so vulnerable and exposed.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Apr 21, 2019 7:29:14 GMT -8
[Temp-play by Lee-o]
"First of all, I do not prance, Secondly, I'd just love to see you get into one of my dresses." Mal couldn't help the smirk that arose. That is an interesting choice of words and he would tease her about it but then he noticed a hint of- was that a blush? "There's no way you'd fit into them," Inara seemed to catch herself and quickly back peddled.
"Oh, I reckon I can find something. Wouldn't be the first time I wore a dress," They were by themselves, none of the others were around and it was easier to relax and fall into the old banter. Mal walked over to the bed and sat down, sighing. He looked over at Inara, "I'd never throw Sally May out of my ship, been a long time since I've seen her. We grew up on Shadow together, she's like a sister to me. I didn't know if she made it off the planet, I was lucky and figured she wasn't."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 4, 2019 13:20:06 GMT -8
Inara was glad Mal ignored her uncharacteristic slip-up. It was safer that way and she knew they both didn't like complications. She smiled at the memory of him in a dress and bonnet but sobered along with him when he revealed that he had history with another of the Shadowheart crew.
She eyed the spot beside him on the bed but opted for the safer option, picking up the small chair and placing it in front of him before settling into it. Mal rarely spoke of his past so she listened intently when he did. It was easy to deduce which was Sally when Inara knew Madison and the other shipmate was male. That left only the injured woman. "It must have been difficult, playing alongside each other as children then fighting alongside each other as adults." Angry, assertive, aggressive Mal, she could handle. It was this rare saddened state she hated seeing him in. All these years, not knowing, assuming the worst. How much pain, how many inner battles was this man privately fighting on his own with no one the wiser? "But Mal," she said, reaching out to give his hand a supportive squeeze. "Sally is here now, on your ship, in the care of an amazing doctor."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 4, 2019 19:28:00 GMT -8
Mal watched as Inara sat down in front of him, graceful- she was always so graceful. "It must have been difficult, playing alongside each other as children then fighting alongside each other as adults." Mal nodded, it was difficult but Mal couldn't focus on that. Soon as he could he jumped planet and enlisted, trying hard to believe he would see his friends and family again. "But Mal," Her hand on his was a nice distraction and he smirked, "Sally is here now, on your ship, in the care of an amazing doctor."
"I'll give her some time to heal up proper before I say hi." Mal had let his mask fall for a short time but realized he gave her a glimpse at his true self. It wasn't so bad to let her in- one step at a time. It was dangerous and she deserved better than him. "You're a heck of a woman, Inara-" That was meant to be inside his head but it went past his lips and now he was staring into those eyes.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 5, 2019 17:05:24 GMT -8
"I'll give her some time to heal up proper before I say hi."
Furrowing her brow with concern for Mal's childhood friend and mostly for the hurt this was causing him, she nodded in agreement. She began to recall the other idea she wanted to run past him when he spoke again.
"You're a heck of a woman, Inara-"
Insults, backhanded compliments, perhaps the occasional highly veiled sincere compliment, Inara was accustomed to and could handle just fine. But he'd never come close to what she saw as high praise, especially coming from him. It startled all thoughts out of her mind. She'd automatically braced herself for an inevitable follow-up that completely took away any sense of a compliment, but nothing came. She'd detected no hint of sarcasm in his tone and searched his face, finding only sincerity, a touch of vulnerability. Inara found herself being drawn into the moment, forgetting her guards and relaxing into her true self. Her features softened and her lips curved up with sincere appreciation. "And you're one hell of a man," she said, a quirk of amusement in her smile at not censoring her returned, sincere compliment.
Caught up in the moment, Inara leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. It wasn't until she felt that magnetic pull when she attempted to pull away that the little voice of reason tried to get a message through that that had been a bad idea. She could hardly hear it over the racing of her heart and that invisible force stopped her from moving more than a couple inches away. "I was thinking..." that little voice made her say, though when her eyes moved up to meet his, she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was she was supposed to be thinking.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 5, 2019 17:40:31 GMT -8
"And you're one hell of a man," This was truest they had ever been with one other and it was almost like a dream. Mal did not want to screw this up, he always seemed to chicken out at the last second. The kiss on his cheek had his hear skipping a beat. He felt like some love sick boy in school, almost like she was his first crush. He held the torch for so long, convinced himself she was too good- and he believed it. He was ready for this moment, this one single moment- if nothing came from it, at least he'd have this.
"I was thinking..." He waited for her to finish but nothing came. What was she thinking, did she want this or was this just another moment? His eyes connected with hers and he could see something there- caution to the wind.
"Inara," She wanted this as much as he did, all the signs were there. Each encounter got harder and it was getting impossible to say no. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in, closing the distance neither of them had been capable of before. His other hand went to her cup the side of her face, thumb tracing along those lips he had longed to kiss. He leaned in and just hovered there, “You’re perfect,” Leaning in he pressed his lips to hers, a soft kiss. A kiss he had never shared with anyone else.
Italics = Chinese
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 5, 2019 22:39:21 GMT -8
Inara shut out the voice that always got in the way and fully surrendered to the moment. An inevitable moment prolonged far longer than any two less stubborn people would have managed. As she was caught in his gaze, she felt his arm wrap around her waist and let him lead her closer. She leaned into his hand on her cheek and her eyes hooded with the pleasant tingling sensation of his thumb tracing her lips. He leaned in, the close proximity making it hard to register what he'd said. She could only think how agonizing it was that he wasn't kissing her yet, then finally, at long last, his lips touched hers in a soft kiss.
The simple kiss, so sweet and tender, stirred more within her and affected her far more than any of the deeper ones she'd had in the past. For the first time in as far back as she could remember, Inara was experiencing a passionate, meaningful moment not as a Companion, but simply as herself.
It was only a taste of what could be and left her wanting more. "Mal," she whispered, lingering close, a hand coming to rest on his chest where she felt his heart racing at a speed that matched her own. "Zài wěn wǒ yí cì," she said, her other hand moving from his shoulder to the back of his neck so she could pull him back in.
It started out soft and sweet again, testing, teasing, finding their right fit. It didn't take long for the years of pent up tension to ignite. Her hand resting on his chest fisted his shirt while the other moved up into that glorious hair of his that she'd always longed to run her fingers through, trying to pull him in closer. She felt herself teetering on the edge of losing all sense of control which served to regain her control. Inara pulled away, placing her hands on either side of his face as she resting her forehead against his. "Wow," she said on a barely audible whisper while she tried to regain her breath. "This is... bad timing." Inara angled her head toward the door, indicating Madison's and their own crew awaiting their return in the next room.
_______________ zài wěn wǒ yí cì = kiss me again
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 6, 2019 7:25:27 GMT -8
"Mal, Zài wěn wǒ yí cì," The second kiss was just like the first, soft and sweet. However, this one quickly gained momentum. The spark ignited and the kiss deepened, a more feverish and needy. They shared this for just a brief time but she pulled back, which Mal was grateful for. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself, "Wow, this is... bad timing." They seemed to be the king and queen of bad timing. He continued to place small kisses along her jaw, enjoying this time they had. The hand that held her close drew soft circles on her lower back.
"Just our luck," Mal cupped her face and sighed, his eyes staring into her's intensely. "What I wouldn't give to stay here with you." But she was right, it was bad timing and they had a job. "One question," He smirked and used his thumb to carefully clean her smudged lipstick. "Is this my color?" He realized he must have been wearing some of it, lips were locked.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 1, 2019 21:45:35 GMT -8
He'd nearly distracted her back out of reality with his trail of kisses and the way his hand moved on her lower back. Surprisingly, he had better control in this moment than she. He pulled back and spoke, stopping her from falling back under.
"Just our luck," "What I wouldn't give to stay here with you."
Inara sighed her agreement. Of all the times to have guests on board and a time sensitive mission at hand.
One question," "Is this my color?"
Inara gave a throaty chuckle. She reached under the neckline of her dress near her shoulder to retrieve a small embroidered silk handkerchief hidden under the hem. "It's not quite the right shade with your coloring," she began, gently removing traces of her lipstick from his lips, "but I'll keep wearing different shades until we find the one that looks best on you." She gave him a teasing smile full of promise, then promptly abandoned her chair to put a little distance between herself and him on that bed.
Inara could safely say that stealing kisses like a couple of teenagers had been the furthest of her expectations when she'd asked to speak to him privately. After today, when things became less chaotic, there was a good chance it'd be her only expectation when requesting a "private word" with him. Brushing those daydreams aside, she reminded herself of the reason they were here now. "I was thinking," she started up again, finding that she was having an easier time of doing so from her spot furthest across from him against the wall of the small quarters. "Madison and her crew could be a big help with the mission."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 9, 2019 19:13:34 GMT -8
[Temp-played by Lee-o]
"It's not quite the right shade with your coloring, but I'll keep wearing different shades until we find the one that looks best on you." Mal smirked as she wiped away the lipstick from his lips. He had his worries about this but he was willing as long as she was. For now, they will keep this between them because the crew would be obnoxious about it.
"Sounds like a mighty fine plan," He took her hand and kissed it.
"I was thinking,"
"Am I going to like this train of thought?"
"Madison and her crew could be a big help with the mission." Mal would be glad for the extra hands but would they be up for it?
"I don't know," Mal stood up and moved a little closer to her, "they have been through a great deal already. Bit time sensitive, we need to make our move soon."
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