The Opposite of Serenity
Mal’s never been happier than when he’s in the black.
Sure, he could probably do without the Feds on his back or the emptiness of their pockets, but there’s something to be said for the feeling of floatin’ and forgetting all the troublesome things that come from having two feet on solid ground.
Having two feet on Serenity is almost as good, and a mite safer to boot, and he’s always loved his lady. Being atmo-side brings out the worst in him, has since the war, brings out that burnin’ itch to run that never ends in nothing but a fight.
No, when the choice is his, Mal prefers to be here; safely belted to his ship, hard at work thieving Core worlder food. Hats-tip to the men who died beside him, he’ll raise a glass of something amber in their names once this job goes through.
