The Universe's Mixer

At 12:35am from the park where Serenity, the spaceship, sat a small vessel shot up into the sky reflecting pale in the street lamps until it disappeared into the stock image quality starry, black sky. For a moment it was as if the craft never appeared. Then, from high above, came a bloom of red and smoke billowing from the explosion masked some of the star shine as a hunk of metal that used to be space worthy crashed down in nearly the same trajectory it had arose.

From the ground metal collided with grass forming enormous gouges in the otherwise pristine field right outside the park pond. Nocturnal animals scattered as the tremors and sounds of tons of ship parts slammed into the ground. What was left was a shallow crater and blackened ground. In the middle of all of this wreckage was a pale man with light hair smeared in red.

( Wash had been having a bad week. )