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[#004] Quit for the Next (Firefly)
Theme Prompt: #004 - Victory
Title: Quit for the Next
Fandom: Firefly
Rating/Warnings: PG-13: language. Spoiler/set at the end of ep. 5, "Out of Gas" I suppose?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 471
Summary: Mal is looking for a ship. The ship ends up finding him.
“Yup, real beauty, ain’t she?”
I’m not really listening to the salesman. He’s, well.
A salesman.
I look up at the towering monstrosity to which he’s referring, blocking out what little sun is shining on this rockheap of a planet. At least it’s blockin’ the wind somewhat, keepin’ some of the dust from swirling up and in my face.
I know my ships, and I’ll know the right one when I see her. This ain’t it.
I ain’t in no hurry. Hurryin’ has never brought me anything good, not in this gorram lifetime anyway.
Not in Serenity Valley.
I ain’t never shied away from a fight, and I reckon I never will, but there ain’t no sense in fighting once you figure out one little secret. A small truth, but an important one. Victory and defeat? Hell, they’re just two sides of the same go tsao de coin.
Sure, I saw an Alliance victory on those blood soaked fields, but there were a hell of a lot of dead Alliance troops who didn’t. What kinda victory did they and their families reap?
An’ yeah, I lost, but I’m still breathin’. I learned that day to call that a victory too.
I also learned that day the best way to play that game, to avoid that go se two headed coin, is not to play at all in the first place.
“Yes sir, a right smart purchase, this vessel.”
He’s still talkin’ but I’m paying him no mind now. As if I’d have enough money to buy that rusty old bucket of bolts anyway. He’s just wastin’ his time, which is just shiny by me, but I ain’t aimin’ to waste my own time.
I just want a ship. I want a way out, out of whatever game the ‘verse is tryin’ to play with us all. Malcolm Reynolds played his turn, he’s done now. Quit for the next.
I turn to leave, thinking of a pithy comment or two to throw over my shoulder as I walk off, when I see her.
Sitting there in the sand, waiting patiently for just the right man to come along and see all of her possibilities, all of her potential. It damn near blinds me, it strikes me so gorram hard, I swear.
“I tell you what: you buy this ship, treat her proper, and she’ll be with you for the rest of your life.”
I take a step towards her, then another. The wind carries her voice to me, whispering to me, then shouting.
“Son? Hey, son?”
He turns to me, but I ain’t looking at him. I’m lookin’ at her.
“Heh, you heard a word I been sayin’?”
I feel the tiniest, almost imperceptible smirk light upon my lips, like a firefly’s kiss.
There she is.
Title: Quit for the Next
Fandom: Firefly
Rating/Warnings: PG-13: language. Spoiler/set at the end of ep. 5, "Out of Gas" I suppose?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 471
Summary: Mal is looking for a ship. The ship ends up finding him.
“Yup, real beauty, ain’t she?”
I’m not really listening to the salesman. He’s, well.
A salesman.
I look up at the towering monstrosity to which he’s referring, blocking out what little sun is shining on this rockheap of a planet. At least it’s blockin’ the wind somewhat, keepin’ some of the dust from swirling up and in my face.
I know my ships, and I’ll know the right one when I see her. This ain’t it.
I ain’t in no hurry. Hurryin’ has never brought me anything good, not in this gorram lifetime anyway.
Not in Serenity Valley.
I ain’t never shied away from a fight, and I reckon I never will, but there ain’t no sense in fighting once you figure out one little secret. A small truth, but an important one. Victory and defeat? Hell, they’re just two sides of the same go tsao de coin.
Sure, I saw an Alliance victory on those blood soaked fields, but there were a hell of a lot of dead Alliance troops who didn’t. What kinda victory did they and their families reap?
An’ yeah, I lost, but I’m still breathin’. I learned that day to call that a victory too.
I also learned that day the best way to play that game, to avoid that go se two headed coin, is not to play at all in the first place.
“Yes sir, a right smart purchase, this vessel.”
He’s still talkin’ but I’m paying him no mind now. As if I’d have enough money to buy that rusty old bucket of bolts anyway. He’s just wastin’ his time, which is just shiny by me, but I ain’t aimin’ to waste my own time.
I just want a ship. I want a way out, out of whatever game the ‘verse is tryin’ to play with us all. Malcolm Reynolds played his turn, he’s done now. Quit for the next.
I turn to leave, thinking of a pithy comment or two to throw over my shoulder as I walk off, when I see her.
Sitting there in the sand, waiting patiently for just the right man to come along and see all of her possibilities, all of her potential. It damn near blinds me, it strikes me so gorram hard, I swear.
“I tell you what: you buy this ship, treat her proper, and she’ll be with you for the rest of your life.”
I take a step towards her, then another. The wind carries her voice to me, whispering to me, then shouting.
“Son? Hey, son?”
He turns to me, but I ain’t looking at him. I’m lookin’ at her.
“Heh, you heard a word I been sayin’?”
I feel the tiniest, almost imperceptible smirk light upon my lips, like a firefly’s kiss.
There she is.
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I miss Firefly.
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Thanks for sharing it.
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