What happened

It had taken a helluva long time to find his way back to the part of Serenity he'd landed with his ship. Chalking it up to his sour mood, and the bizarre collection of characters he'd come across, he finally found the one wing, and half a cargo bay that he was looking for. It was dark by then, and Mal was frowning. Not a single comm office in the whole damn place. Of all the rotten luck.

Scarf drawn around his neck against the cold (nothing too bad, he'd slept through snow before so this would be easy), he drew his long, battered, and proudly brown coat more tightly around himself, and sat down on the grating, setting his back against the slightly curving section of hull. A long breath drawn and released, misting before his face. Settling in for what he meant to be a few hours, there was'nt much more Mal could do wandering around a strange city in the dark.. except get his fool self lost.. he had to wait until morning.

"You know," he commented wrly to no one in particular, "One of these days my lucky streak is gonna peter out, and someone else is gonna run into these kinda problems..."

But he and his always got the bad breaks. S'what makes them special.
Brown eyes closed, and arms crossed for warmth against his chest, hands tucked under the arms, Mal did his damndest to doze off.

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"Serenity this is shuttle one."
Silence from the com board, dark eyes slid over the face of the panel looking for flaws, as if she could spot them, in the workings. Everything looked to be in working order, so when one fails one simply has to try again.
"Serenity...Wash? This is Inara, is there an E.T.A. on arrival?"
Deft hands moved over the metal of the throttle ready to engage it and set the small craft in motion. She could see the bulk of the ship off to her side, her own shuttle neatly tucked into it's side like a chick under it's mothers wing. Still nothing but silence over the ship to ship coms...well not silence exactly, an odd static that might had voices lad in under it..
Ebon brow arched in query as she flipped her communication system off and back on again. "Wash? I'm getting some sort of interference Do you think.."
A concussive wave rocked the small shuttle, Inara was thrown to the side her right arm flipping the toggle that controlled the lock down between shuttle and larger ship. She was adrift, pulling herself back up with a hiss of mild pain and major annoyance, Inara saw blank space in front of her. Fingers daintily touched at her forehead and came back stained crimson.
"Jin cia."
Inara chastised herself for the careless actions that had probably damaged her shuttle or Serenity or both. Fingertips of one hand pressed to her temple as the other ran over the control panel. She both the shuttle back around to look at the damage to the larger ship...except it wasn't there. The companions eyes widened at the empty space that was all around her.
"Loa tian, bu."
Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper, panic stricken wide eyes searched for Serenity as she flipped open the comms again.
"Wash? Zoe? Serenity this is shuttle one. Mal? God..please answer."
Another of those waves washed over the shuttle, this one threw her out of her seat and left her unconscious form sprawled on the floor between the cockpit and the main body of the shuttle.

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