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[ 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?

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[ Huuhhh. Well given everything else... ]

Demigod, huh. Which god?

No one important here.

[The tone is dry, but he seems to wave it off, almost casually.]

You know, though, it IS actually surprising they're not bringing space technology across, too. Considering the whole political landscape and all.

Ain't no god that's important anyway.

[ Something to file away for later. ]

... How come? For fightin' in their war?

You've got that right.

[He gives a nod.]

Considering the whole push to use us, tech would be pretty fair game too.

They'd have a hard time usin' Serenity. Ain't got no weapons on her.

[ And Mal would make sure they couldn't figure out anything else. ]

No? So super space lasers or just a more peaceful sort of space captaining going on?

Alliance ships're too big. Best suited to cutting and runnin' if'n they get too close.

Alliance. That doesn't sound particularly nefarious.

That's how they get you. Lure y'in all willingly.

So, evil empire. Got it.

'xactly that. Already lost a war tryin' to break off.

[He HAD been teasing, but...]

... Think I get that.

Don't know where you're set up, but every city's got the same sort of patterns if you're looking for a cheap drink.

Yeah? Downtown in th'worst parts?

Sounds like the world hasn't changed much in the great and distant future.

S'always constants. Seedy bars're one've 'em. Like death an' taxes.

Dunno, stories are filled with people cheating the latter two and getting away with it. Who knows, maybe there's some parallel universe where there's only fancy wines, hard liquor and high prices.

An' why couldn't we get there 'stead of here, huh?

Lets be real. If either of us had that kind of luck, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Or we would, and it would be a REALLY fancy bar.

If'n I had that kinda luck I'd be doin' somethin' wildly different I reckon.

Oh? Like what?