bizarro cracktastic Firefly fic
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holliInspired by a challenge-- the link to which I have since lost-- whose premise is to grant superpowers to characters in your fandom of choice. I didn't do that, exactly.
"I can't believe we're really *going*," Kaylee said, wide-eyed. "I mean, y'hear stories, but it's off all the trade routes and the people're all such homebodies, so you hardly never meet anyone who's *from* there." She made a high-pitched, excited sort of giggling noise; Mal didn' think he could duplicate it without being a girl himself. "We're goin' to Keystone!"
"Now, don't get too excited," said Wash. "I've heard the stories, too, and I'm sure it's all exaggeration and-- oh, who'm I kidding?" As it turned out, you didn't have to be a girl to make that noise. "We're goin' to Keystone!"
Mal rolled his eyes, and if he believed in that sort of thing he'd've muttered a brief prayer for the patience he'd need to put up with his crew until they made landfall. As it was, he just muttered.
****
"Everyone ready?" Mal looked over his crew-- well, crew except for Wash, who was busy landing the ship. Everyone else was in the cargo bay, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Even Jayne, which was a sight to see.
"Now, Sir Harrow said the folks we're to meet will be waiting at the docks for us, so once they get their cargo I don't see why you can't take the day in the city." Kaylee looked like she was gonna make that noise again. "Just remember-- keep your noses clean, 'cause the locals don't take kindly to miscreants."
Seeing as how they were miscreants to a man, Mal'd been reluctant at first to take the job. But it was so legitimate it squeaked, and Warrick had said there weren't many crews he'd trust with it. And the money was good, of course, which was what mattered most of all.
"All right, kids," said Wash over the intercom, "Landing in ten on the infamous little planet they call Keystone." He sounded thrilled beyond all reason. But so did everyone else, pretty much, since the day Mal told them about their destination. Even Zoe, who usually had better sense, and Jayne, who didn't have enough.
They landed smooth as could be, with hardly even the usual thump that accompanied the switch to a planet's own gravity. As the bay doors creaked and ground their way open, Kaylee started bouncing up and down on her toes, and grabbed River's hand. Simon just looked at her, bewildered.
Their first look at Keystone was right pretty, Mal had to admit. Not half so sterile as a Core world, but nearly as clean and well-kept; the people looked well-fed and happy, and the buildngs were handsome, even here by the docks. Nothing out of the ordinary: just a happy, prosperous planet, with none of the hints of seediness you'd usually see in a place without the Alliance crawling all over it.
Then a man in green long johns and a bright yellow cape dropped out of the sky, landing nimbly on the cargo bay ramp. "You must be Captain Reynolds," he said to Mal. He was wearing a little green mask, the same color as his costume. "I'm the Emerald Eagle. Welcome to Keystone."
Kaylee made that noise again.
"I can't believe we're really *going*," Kaylee said, wide-eyed. "I mean, y'hear stories, but it's off all the trade routes and the people're all such homebodies, so you hardly never meet anyone who's *from* there." She made a high-pitched, excited sort of giggling noise; Mal didn' think he could duplicate it without being a girl himself. "We're goin' to Keystone!"
"Now, don't get too excited," said Wash. "I've heard the stories, too, and I'm sure it's all exaggeration and-- oh, who'm I kidding?" As it turned out, you didn't have to be a girl to make that noise. "We're goin' to Keystone!"
Mal rolled his eyes, and if he believed in that sort of thing he'd've muttered a brief prayer for the patience he'd need to put up with his crew until they made landfall. As it was, he just muttered.
****
"Everyone ready?" Mal looked over his crew-- well, crew except for Wash, who was busy landing the ship. Everyone else was in the cargo bay, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Even Jayne, which was a sight to see.
"Now, Sir Harrow said the folks we're to meet will be waiting at the docks for us, so once they get their cargo I don't see why you can't take the day in the city." Kaylee looked like she was gonna make that noise again. "Just remember-- keep your noses clean, 'cause the locals don't take kindly to miscreants."
Seeing as how they were miscreants to a man, Mal'd been reluctant at first to take the job. But it was so legitimate it squeaked, and Warrick had said there weren't many crews he'd trust with it. And the money was good, of course, which was what mattered most of all.
"All right, kids," said Wash over the intercom, "Landing in ten on the infamous little planet they call Keystone." He sounded thrilled beyond all reason. But so did everyone else, pretty much, since the day Mal told them about their destination. Even Zoe, who usually had better sense, and Jayne, who didn't have enough.
They landed smooth as could be, with hardly even the usual thump that accompanied the switch to a planet's own gravity. As the bay doors creaked and ground their way open, Kaylee started bouncing up and down on her toes, and grabbed River's hand. Simon just looked at her, bewildered.
Their first look at Keystone was right pretty, Mal had to admit. Not half so sterile as a Core world, but nearly as clean and well-kept; the people looked well-fed and happy, and the buildngs were handsome, even here by the docks. Nothing out of the ordinary: just a happy, prosperous planet, with none of the hints of seediness you'd usually see in a place without the Alliance crawling all over it.
Then a man in green long johns and a bright yellow cape dropped out of the sky, landing nimbly on the cargo bay ramp. "You must be Captain Reynolds," he said to Mal. He was wearing a little green mask, the same color as his costume. "I'm the Emerald Eagle. Welcome to Keystone."
Kaylee made that noise again.
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Date: 2005-01-17 01:53 am (UTC)God, KAYLEE. And Mal, and *everyone.* I'm not sure if I should be squeeing more about the SETTING of this or how perfectly you got all their voices.
Let them meet Bart? Oh please oh please?
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Date: 2005-01-17 01:58 am (UTC)...oh, man, now I WANT to.
But I really only called the place Keystone because that's one of the few city names in the DCU that I thought could reasonably also be the name of a planet. And it's only DCU-like-ish, not the actual thing itself.
But there will be speedsters. Oh, yes. And:
"River, who was that? Who-- that man you were talking to, he looked familiar--" Simon frowned, looking as though he was trying to catch something on the edge of memory.
River looked dreamy and distant-- well, no more so than usual. "He's the Thinker. You used to have a doll of him."
"It was an *action figure,* and-- wait, the Thinker? Really?" Simon looked faintly awed. "He was my favorite action figure."
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Date: 2005-01-17 09:44 am (UTC)