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Jun. 11th, 2008 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_meimeiRiver wakes early, some days. Not every day, but today's one of them.
Mornings are quiet on Serenity. Even though the chronology is all based on ship clocks, with no true pre-dawn hush, there's the silence of a ship whose crew is all still asleep in bunks and shuttles, behind closed doors. The engine turns; the life support runs; River's footsteps whisper against metal and rugs and tiles. That's all.
Serenity's on autopilot. The course is plotted in, and she knows how to fly herself, out here in the black.
So River's sitting in the copilot's seat, arms wrapped around her knees, ignoring the controls in favor of staring out at the stars.
All those tiny pinpricks of fierce light, impossibly white in the velvet darkness.
Mornings are quiet on Serenity. Even though the chronology is all based on ship clocks, with no true pre-dawn hush, there's the silence of a ship whose crew is all still asleep in bunks and shuttles, behind closed doors. The engine turns; the life support runs; River's footsteps whisper against metal and rugs and tiles. That's all.
Serenity's on autopilot. The course is plotted in, and she knows how to fly herself, out here in the black.
So River's sitting in the copilot's seat, arms wrapped around her knees, ignoring the controls in favor of staring out at the stars.
All those tiny pinpricks of fierce light, impossibly white in the velvet darkness.
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Date: 2008-06-12 02:26 am (UTC)"Good, okay. He'll be - yeah. So I'll just."
He gestures over toward the sound of (ever louder) banging and shouting, and stands.
"See you. I won't forget," he promises, tapping his temple. There's a resounding crash and he glances to the side, where the gunshots and shouting - all of it very rude - have suddenly become much more immediate.
"Raincheck," he adds, and turns away. The sounds become confused; the picture on the screen turns to static, then goes blank.