Thread: Not a power in the 'verse (Morell & KC)

Mal tensed as Inara drew herself closer. Her movements and sudden change of tone threw him off guard. He wasn't accustomed to being off guard, nor did he like the feeling. Every man in the universe would be hard pressed to deny a companion using her entire arsenal. As she spoke he could feel himself melting. It took every fiber of his being to maintain an authoritative posture, but inside he was being tortured. Her smell, her lips, her voice. His eyes closed as he anticipated a kiss just as he heard her voice in his ear. He took a second to take in her last statement and to quickly recompose himself as her effect wore off. He smiled and nodded his head in feigned appreciation, I 'spose I'll take that under advisement. He said as he turned around taking a few slow steps out of her shuttle. He turned his head and said sarcastically, Maybe I will get me a woman to love tonight. Hell, if I pay her enough and keep her 'round, come a day she may just love me back, He continued walking and without even turning around, he added. I got a job need doin'. You go on and get ready to break orbit, princess. You got permission to leave my boat. Mal shut the airlock on Serenity's side. He looked down, his hand still over the switch. He paused for a second as if contemplating going back in-just for a second. He quickly shrugged it off and headed to the bridge. He grabbed the intercom and spoke into it, This is your Capt'n. Y'all get ready to enter the atmosphere. Anybody not wanting to fly with me anymore's more than welcome to stay. He took a long pause, thinking about what Inara said about giving the crew a little break. Maybe they'd earned it and it would give them more time to find a lucrative job opportunity. Go on and get some civilized life. Be on board in 24 hours. Well, looks like your girlfriend's gone, Wash informed Mal shortly after they arrived on Persephone. What's the plan? Mal shot Wash a glare at that last joke. Take us to the docks. Thinkin' bout payin 'ol Badger a visit. Because things always go perfectly when we work with Badger... Wash sighed. Ifin things always go right, don't 'spose nobody would have no fun. You let me handle Badger, you fly my ship. He got up and walked out to prepare for landing. --------- Jayne and Mal sat in the back of a small buggy carrying them deep into the slum district. They were escorted by two men in the front seat. Can't believe you wouldn't let me bring my shotgun. Badger is not going to be happy to see us. Jayne sighed. C'mon Jayne, aint here to rub no one the wrong way. I aim to set things straight with Badger and come out a little richer, Mal said. They arrived at a small bar that hardly had anyone in it. This was unusual even for noon in the slums of Persephone. Suddenly, the pair heard the two men lock the door behind them as Badger and a team of his lackeys appeared from a door behind the bar with guns drawn. Mal and Jayne both put their hands in the air slowly. I'm really glad you saved me the trouble o havin' to find yeh. Boys... weapons! Badger said as the two escorts searched them, confiscating their pistols. I should have brought my shotgun... Jayne said quietly. Now Badger, I been meanin' ta pay you back, just got a little sidetracked 'sall. I hear you're lookin' for someone to do a job. Now, you wouldn't go on shootin' your favorite contractor, would you? Mal told him confidently. I'll tell you what, whatever the payment is you take what I owe you and then again. With your commission I reckon'nits a good haul. Aye... that it would be. Badger took a second to consider it, then thought of the perfect high risk job that would provide the most reward. And if they failed, he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. It was a win-win situation. 'Olright I got a job for ye, please step into my office and let's talk, he tapped Mal hard on the shoulder three times and turned around to walk through the door. Everyone put down their guns and Mal and Jayne slowly lowered their hands and followed the group.