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[bad_in_latin]

[ The video is blurry at first before eventually focusing in on a gentleman in suspenders and what can only be described as some kind of cowboy coat. Leather duster? Whatever. Despite the apparent old-fashioned getup, Mal looks relieved when he gets the comm to work. Feels relieved, in fact. ]

… Well. Least the comm tech’s familiar. Can’t say as I tend to send many messages out all public-like, but this seems t’be a special occasion.

[ And he is desperately grateful for that familiarity. He adjusts his suspenders a moment before putting on a neutral smile. ]

Evenin’. The name’s Malcolm Reynolds. Uh - Firefly captain. And since that likely don’t ring no bells, that’d be my spaceship. I’m guessin’ that ain’t something anyone’s seen hair nor hide of here, but I’d surely appreciate anyone who might have a thought to it. Don’t hardly seem fair for this so-called righteous governin’ force to go takin’ our property. Anyone else get stuck with that particular hand? Or any chance of there bein’ a chance it’s been stowed away somewhere hard t’find?

Because I surely get tetchy all land bound an’ all. Don’t hardly do me no favors to keep me out of the sky.

[ All neutral still - since, y’know, the government has to be listening in on this too. Wouldn’t do to advertise a break-in right up front. Just a good citizen wanting to not go crazy in a new world…

While he figures out how the hell to drop off the grid as fast as possible.

After a few choice conversations, he adds the following message: ]

Anyone know a good bar to get drunk in?

Comments

[bad_in_latin]

Had to. They'd've tried again.

[rathercommon]

Did you...

[ She gives an uncertain little gesture. ]

Were you all right? I know that governments...They don't tend to like those who tell the truth.

[bad_in_latin]

They surely don't. Fortunately I was real high on their shitlist afore any of this happened.

Hiro I'd never have suspected

[rathercommon]

Did they...retaliate?

SHHHHHH

[bad_in_latin]

Not as of yet. Got an unlikely ally givin' us some breathin' room.

[rathercommon]

[ Her eyes narrow just a little bit. ]

Ally?

[bad_in_latin]

The fella who was huntin' us. True idealist. Stopped resistin' soon as he saw what we was doin'.

... Not afore he stabbed me through the gut, 'course.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. Dear. She winces. ]

You're all right now, I hope.

[bad_in_latin]

I walk a little funnier nowadays.

[rathercommon]

Anyway. You're...sure he's truly your ally?

[bad_in_latin]

Far's I can throw 'im, which makes him one've the better ones.

[rathercommon]

Well...What's he done for you?

[bad_in_latin]

Given us berth, mostly. Stopped the Alliance from killin' us where we stood after we got the signal out.

[rathercommon]

[ A little dissatisfied noise. ]

What's happening to the government? As a result.

[bad_in_latin]

Not so much as we would hope. Little confusion, like to be some protests on Core worlds. But no rebellion further out.

[rathercommon]

So what would push it, do you think? What would lead to outright rebellion?

[bad_in_latin]

... Dunno. An' I dunno what I'd do if'n I did.

[ He looks awful tired for a moment. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Her voice is firm. She doesn't sound the least bit uncertain. ]

You'd fight.

[bad_in_latin]

Fightin's a young man's game.

[ He'd fight anyway, for sure. But he's feeling especially worn down today. ]

[rathercommon]

[ A friendly scoff. ]

You say that like you're old. Rubbish.

[bad_in_latin]

I got the scars to prove it, kid.

[rathercommon]

Oh, I wasn't aware that scars were a decent measure of age. You -

[ She unscrews the bottle of bourbon and tops off his glass. ]

Need to pick up that glass, and repeat after me. 'My name is Malcolm Reynolds, and I'm young, charming, and handsome.'

[bad_in_latin]

[ He gladly raises it to his lips again. ]

T'the lovely lady in front of me who's young, charmin', and servin' me another drink.

[rathercommon]

No.

[ She points at him, chiding, her face fierce. ]

You say that about yourself. You're young, handsome, and charming. Say it.

[bad_in_latin]

Ma always taught me not t'lie.