Date Night [Closed]

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Dean blew some air out through his teeth, and was pacing a little outside the Sensoriums. He fidgeted with his hands, and kept glancing down the hallways nearby. He got his tapes back, but everybody's been harping on him lately. They just didn't get it. This was his freaking job, hell, he's a member of Security, and now with Mei Xing repodded, the situation with Strike Team fell squarely into his lap. Which meant some new testing and try outs soon that he'd have to supervise. And Samus repodded which means shake ups in Security too. People just needed to back off because guess what, he's responsible. Which means he should have been more on guard about that damn Darksoul. He knew Daimon, who seemed to have things under control, but he should have remembered the lesson with Ruby. Never trust anything demon related.

Damn he really did need a break. He paced some more and hope Kaylee would show up soon.

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Dean listened to that, and then laughed a little.

"Well if that doesn't just figure? That's about how my old man found the Impala after all, and it sure was a lucky find."

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"Well, I certainly don't think I'd've jumped on with the Cap'n if he hadn't had Serenity. Apparently he'd been offered a real scrap heap right before he spotted her..." Kaylee shook her head. "Not that Serenity was in the best of condition from the start, but there ain't nothin' out there flies like a Firefly."

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"If she was anything like the Impala when your Captain spied her, she probably just needed a little TLC to get her humming again. My dad was gonna with this lame van until he saw the light, and went with the right car instead."

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"A lot of TLC. Wash did a perdy nice job of fixin' most of her, but the mechanic they had before me weren't the best at anythin'..."

Actually, bad train of thought for a date. The last thing she really wanted to bring up was Bester. She shrugged. "Probly part of the reason I got hired of so quick."

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"Yeah didn't you say previous one didn't have a clue about anything? And yeah I guess I could see Wash doing a decent job too. Good guy, he only threatened me once," Dean remarked, rubbing the top of his head a little with his free hand.

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"Had enough of a clue 'bout oil changes..." A mental image of Wash threatening anyone was more than enough to block any mostly-polite thoughts about Bester's mechanical prowess out completely. "Hope he didn't beat on you too bad?"

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Brief raised eyebrow but he wasn't going to ask further.

Dean then shook his head, "Nah, just the usual if I ever hurt you, he'd break something."

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"And he weren't threatenin' at all, I'll bet. Ain't a scary bone in his body."

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"Nah, he's a good guy."

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"He is. One'a the best." She couldn't help but be proud of a guy like Wash. Most people on Stacy could only hope to be half the man he was, so far as Kaylee was concerned.

Kaylee pointed Dean toward one of the closer repair areas, describing some of the more curious looking parts as they went.

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Dean nodded, and clearly looked eager to check out the various parts. He gestured to a few, asking questions.

He had also made some mental notes about the weaponry he saw in the marketplace. Less laser guns, more artillery he was familiar with.

"Doesn't seem like a lot changed in the future for some of it. I mean you got your space ships, but it's not all chrome and steel and lasers." Actually it felt pretty damn comfortable.

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There were some laser guns, but it definitely wasn't perfected technology yet. They were few and far between, and a lot less reliable than regular old guns and bullets.

"This is most normal for folk, yeah. The Central planets are more advanced, same with Alliance. You get there and it's all straight lines and white walls."

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Dean shook his head at that, "Don't know if I'd go in for it. Like it out here if this is what it's like." Meaning, there's a reason the Sensoriums assume he's a Browncoat. Dean considers freedom important as well, and likely would have fought for independence.

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Mal would approve, that was for damn sure. Kaylee pulled a face and nodded in agreement.

"Alliance wouldn't know a decent ship if it crashed into their faces. Just 'cause it looks shiny don't mean it is, y'know?"

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"Nah, should see some of the modern plastic crap cars we had back home. Sam doesn't mind them, but they're junk. Alliance sounds like a bunch of douchebags from what I've heard of them." Not just Kaylee, but Jayne's tellings of Reavers only added to it.

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"Alliance is alright for some things. Not much, though." They were really good for nice things like restocking their supplies quickly so there was more to get at later. The things that weren't so great, though, were their experiments, their lack of help to Border and Rim planets, all the stuff that people outside the Central planets needed.

Bunch of chicken shits.

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"Yeah? For what? Gotta say, because otherwise future seems pretty awesome besides them."

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"Salvagin', if nothin' else? Been more than one occasion where we've found perfectly good parts in their junkyards."

...alright, that's not so much exactly Alliance, but she was trying really hard to find something decent about them. Everybody had something nice about them somewhere.

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Dean snorted at that, "So? I bet Bobby's Salvage yard back home is still better than their's."

He walked around more, "What about these outer worlds? What else is there?"

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"Depends on what kinda parts you're lookin' for. Some of 'em are might expensive normally."

Outer worlds. Kaylee pointed Dean to another nearby touchscreen, and took a minute to pull up a map of the system. "Depends on which one you go to. Some're minin' planets, farmin', others lean toward...makin' mud." She tried not to laugh at that one. "Further out you go, though, less Alliance you got, which can be both good and bad, seein' as they got control over most med and food deliveries..."

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"Making mud? You're kidding right?" Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh, or be confused by the idea of it.

"Well on the farming worlds, you'd be making your food mostly."

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"Not even jokin'. Clay's gotta come from somewhere, yeah?"

It was a hell of a planet to visit, though. Stunk worse than being stuck on a ship with a herd of cattle for three weeks.

"Yeah, but the Alliance keeps a close eye on the production. Do on everythin'."

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"Uh yeah, I guess. Sounds weird still."

Dean then frowned at that, "Yeah, well this Alliance can blow it out their ass. Next you're gonna tell me they chip everybody to keep tabs on them like a freaking digital leash."

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Dean wasn't the first to think it weird. Kaylee couldn't help but smile at the memory of Simon's first impression of the planet. Oh, city folk...

"No chips," Kaylee promised, "but I don't know if I'd put it past 'em to start tryin'." It was bad enough they did experiments on little girls like River. Gorram bunch of purple-bellied húndàn.