Ni Hao! Just wanted to let you know, that we did end up getting a new passenger! She’s part of the Traders Alliance, even though she’s traveling alone. Most Traders work in pairs, but I guess she likes to do her own thing.
Her name’s Bela, but I’m supose to call her Ms Sangin, on account of her being a paying passenger, rather then crew. She seems awful young to be a Trader, maybe a few years older than me, but Aunt Inara says that’s pretty common, and that she’s not that much young than most lower level Traders.
Maybe i should tell you a little more about Trader. The Traders Alliance is kinda like a Union, and Traders have to join and work as an aprentice, then a Junior Trader, before they came become full fledged members. Traders travel all across the Verse, finding buyers and sellers for weird stuff, or specialty items. Sometimes they transport the goods, but most time they just put the buyer and seller in contact, all for a portion of the sale.
It sounds mighty exciting, but Uncle Mal say’s they’re just a goverment sanctioned form of Badger.
He says that about a lot of people. sometimes I think half of his gruff is just for show.
Takeoff’s all over, so I have to go help Aunt Kaylee set the dinner table, before Uncle Mal gives Ms Sangin the usual behave speech.
Hey-yo! It’s me. We’re still in the black today, heading towards our next heist. Well, I like to call ‘em heists. Momma calls ‘em gigs, Uncle Mal calls ‘em jobs, and Uncle Simon calls them travesty’s of law and consequences, after he’s had a few.
I’m not sure how exactly I feel about some (most) of our less… legitimate business ventures. I got no problem with smuggling, but stealing from business that employ honest folk, well, just rubs me the wrong way.
I don’t got no room to complain, though. Those jobs are what have substained my famly and kept us flying, since before I was born.
We don’t take too many of those jobs anyway. I think they secretly rub Uncle Mal the wrong way too.
Hi! I’m writing this on my data pad as I sit on the porch, watching Aunt Kaylee, Uncle Jayne, and Momma play soccer against some of my cousins. Jacob and Blair are the oldest of the bunch, and they’re off talking shop with Uncle Mal. After all, Bootleggers and Smugglers work is never done.
Uncle Simon’s in the kitchen, listening to River and Todd argue about some Scientific Theoretical Basis or another. Even after all this time, Aunt River still amazes him occasionally.
I like it here. The Jiang’s pooled their resources a few years back, and bought an old ranch a few miles out from town. Wasn’t much more than a dump, but Cay works as a carpenter, so they all learned how to fix up the house and expanded it, and built a barn to hide their Still to boot. Uncle Mal likes to grumble something about ‘overkill’ when the subject comes up, but he’s just happy to know they can take care of themselves.
Maiko’s ringing the dinner bell!
Ni Hao! So today we’re going to be landing at Kerry, to check on my cousins! Course, they’re not really my cousins, but everybody calls ‘em River’s Kids, and they did end up taking the last name Jiang*, so whatever. It t’aint blood that makes us family, as Uncle Mal says. He says that alot too, on account of him being my unofficial stand in Father Figure, as a favor to my Daddy. Momma tells me lots of stories about my Da, and how he was the best pilot the ‘Verse had ever seen, even better than River is.
I like those stories the best.
Gotta go buckle in, we’re about to land!
*Jiang; Meaning ‘people of the river’.
put everything together. Knew what questions to ask, both me, and what contacts he could reach. The truth is bitter, but more so for him. He didn’t share the details with the crew.
I can see them lurking in his eye. More ghosts, to haunt his dreams at night.
He’ll finish this, if he can. As a amend that he does not owe, for the sins of other men.
did some magic that Wash had shown her once upon a time, on Serenity’s Cortex link, managed to pull up some lease papers from years ago, showing the Alliance had commendeered the entire moonlet base durning the war, turning it into a ‘supplies, archive, and research center”. spook speak for they don’t have a gorram clue what it was use for.
I know. But no ones asked.
I’m cuddling sweet, sweet Allie right now. Let the grownups play knights and supers. The children need some quiet time now. especially with all the new friends that we’ll be making soon.
Made me sit down and talk to him today. Wouldn’t look him in the eye, too many things he’s hiding, can engulf me, make me lost for half a day. His shoes are easier to bear.
Simon talked about dreams, and fragmented memories, even wandered into psysic abilities for awhile. Kept coming back to me.
Simon gave me some paper, and a few of KayleeSimons pens. Told me I could draw whatever I liked. A apology, of sorts, for all the talking, I suppose. Simon’s a good brother. He tries so hard.
I drew him the illustrations that went with the story I gave them. Pictures of the dark, cold, tower, the tiny window that from, you could sometimes see a star, or a spotlight shining. I even drew a picture of the children, lying down to sleep on their first night. The first, and last, time that they would all see each other again.
and five, trapped in the tower, forgetting what the sky felt like, even as one of them, began to forget the promise one girl made to him.
Cap’n finally put me in charge of flying again tonight, while he and Zoë get some shut eye. Soon as his mind left the light, I got to turn us in the right direction. Now, while everyone but me and Serenity slumber, we’re off, to save the golden harp, from some very mean giants.
I suppose I better lock the cockpit. Cap’n Daddy always does get so upset about changes of course. Now way to explain why, though. Just have to show them.
At least with Simon and Kaylee getting snuggly officially, I get to have Kay’s room. still finding facinating little screws, tools, and the occasional sock stuck hither thither and yawn.
-the Little Albatross.
I walk. Next to you, not with you, because it all matters now. Every little thing.
I can see you. You are healthy. You sleep, and love, and eat, and walk. You walk straight into the trap. You are not Chosen.
I see Him. see his Choices. He has no hope, he is of death. But he tries. And he fails. Less, than some, but still he tries. It’s all he has. All he is.
Others try to change him.
They will fail.
*sorry for the delay! lost power, no inspiration, etc, etc. loads of love for those of you who hung in there! -Ji.*
In my deams I’m searching again, for that I’ve never lost. its strange. everything so familar, but I’ve never seen it, I’m sure. its nice. no ones yelling, and I’m sure if I just turn around, I’ll see my friends behind me. the ones I left behind.
The ones I left behind in the cages when I flew.
before they clipped my wings again.
oh Wôde mā.