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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

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a quick smile. ]

I like how easily you admit that. Okay. Are you criminals that do quite a lot? Something that would be committed to - oh, I don't know, historical record?

[bad_in_latin]

We did once smuggle on a whole shipload've bobble head dolls.

[rathercommon]

You're very proud of that one.

[bad_in_latin]

So proud I hadta mention it twice, even.

[ He pauses for a second, considering his drink. He downs the rest in one long gulp. ]

There was Miranda.

[rathercommon]

[ She tilts her head. ]

Who's that?

[bad_in_latin]

Ain't a she. S'a world, way out. Alliance tried lacin' the terraformin' tech with the Pax. 'sposed to calm down the populace.

[rathercommon]

[ Her expression darkens. ]

Supposed to calm down. What does that mean?

[bad_in_latin]

Subdue. Take out rebellious spirit an' such. Near as I can reckon, it was bein' engineered in the wake of all us Independent stirrin'. Mighta got used if'n it hadn't gone so poorly.

[rathercommon]

[ There's anger in her face immediately. Without delay, she's furious. ]

What happened. What was it that went poorly?

[bad_in_latin]

Most've the poor bastards on that world laid down an' died. The rest became Reavers.

[rathercommon]

What are - Reavers?

[bad_in_latin]

Men, once. Driven mad by the Pax an' each other. All they live for now is murderin', rapin', and cannibalism.

[rathercommon]

And the government made them.

[bad_in_latin]

Not purposeful. But they surely did cover it up. Like to try again, least until we got out the message.

[rathercommon]

You told people about it.

[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?