Finding Serenity (3/?)
Summary: It’s been six years since the final battle in the Unification War, only some wars are never really over, and some soldiers never really know how to come home.
*****Dedicated to all the Browncoats out there, who never stopped flying. No power in the ‘verse can stop us.*****
Beta and Banner: Life’s been acting up a little extra hard lately, so I apologise for not having this out as fast as I wanted. I have to thank everyone who’s still reading this little crossover adventure, but especially @icecubelotr44, who’s pushing, cajoling, bribing, dragging, excitedly encouraging me to continue writing this at every step of the way. She’s awesome and I don’t deserve her help getting back in the groove. All final mistakes
and extraneous commasare my own.
Rating: T for now, eventual M, for violence, romance, and dark themes
Word count: ~4,700 (14,300 total)
Chapter Three – Never As Simple
He brings in the heavy crates one at a time, scraping them against the floor of the Firefly as he drags them up the ramp. He’s sweating, the muscles in his arms tired and sore from a long day’s work, but he says nothing, doesn’t make a sound as he wipes an arm across his forehead. He’d learned long ago not to complain.
He drops one of them heavily on a section of the floor just inside the cargo bay doors. He cringes at the noise, hopes nobody inside the ship hears, hopes nobody comes to check on him. He can’t afford another stretch in the hold, can’t risk seeing more disappointment in his brother’s eyes at the failure he’s become.
The crate stowed, he heads back down the ramp to get the remaining boxes and packages that need to be brought on board before they depart. His brother’s in town with the other crew members, pulling in extra shifts to save as much of their meager payment as he can, hoping to buy their freedom one day, maybe even purchase a commission in the Alliance Navy.
Talk of war breaking out is at every port. There’s need for men, soldiers, officers to crew the ships that will be deployed. His brother wants to join the cause, and so does he. He needs to join. More than anything, he needs to help fight the lawlessness that’s rampant on the border worlds - planets and moons he knows only too well. If only the Alliance had been there when he and his brother were sold, if only someone would learn about the child servants that are traded in every dark corner of the ‘verse, if only someone could prevent it from happening to others.
He sighs quietly and bends to lift another box when a man walks past the loading dock, dark eyes fixed on him as he straightens. He looks away quickly, focuses his attention on the crate in his hands, the metal cuff at his wrist rubbing painfully against the wooden slats. He steps closer to the ship, lifts one foot to climb the ramp, when a hand touches his arm and he nearly drops the box in alarm.
He turns to look, the man now beside him. A young man, looks almost younger than he is, but there’s a cunning glint in his eyes, a dark light that speaks of plans and power and worlds of adventure.