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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]

Covenant?

[pastdoesntdefine]

[Not one of hers, then. Or perhaps from an earlier era? Either way: ]

Aliens.

Rather large fleet of religious extremists, made up of several different groups. Apparently in their eyes, humanity earned itself a crusade just by existing.

[bad_in_latin]

... Huh. We don't got any of those.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Be glad. [a little dryly] War's over, but everyone's got the scars to show for it.

[bad_in_latin]

Physical an' mental?

[pastdoesntdefine]

Amongst others.

Something you're familiar with?

[bad_in_latin]

Got a few my own self.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Hmm. [And given his own earlier comments?] Well, one veteran to another, if you happen to find a good bar, first round will be on me.

[bad_in_latin]

... Might jus' take you up on that. I'm in sore need of one tonight.

[pastdoesntdefine]

[faint amusement] Headache from the group info dump?

[bad_in_latin]

'mong other things. Y'don't happen to know me from somewhere else, do you?

[pastdoesntdefine]

Unless you happen to have been on a planet called Chorus for the past half year, then no.

[bad_in_latin]

Ain't nowhere I ever heard of.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Then you're good.

[particularly since she's never met a former ODST called Buck]

[bad_in_latin]

Shiny. Uh. You wanna jus' grab someplace in Nonah?

[pastdoesntdefine]

That could work. Any particular alcohol preferences?

[bad_in_latin]

Last I had was moonshine cooked up in an engine. Reckon anythin' will taste good.

[pastdoesntdefine]

There's a few bars down 6th and Walker in town. Can take a look there. [dryly] Just keep in mind I'm only buying the first round.

[bad_in_latin]

S'a deal. We can figure out the rest after.