Your crew is on your Firefly-class ship in the Black.

"Kid i've been back and forth across the black more times than I can count, but i've gotta say that is the strangest thing i've ever heard from a gal as pretty and young as you."

Daedalus rolled into the galley hoping to find some tolerable coffee to keep him up for the long night ahead of him. He eyed the little pixie as she cleaned what appeared to be an arsenal in front of her.

"Shouldn't you be asleep with a teddy bear or playing with dolls?"

Daedalus rolled up the catwalk back towards the bridge. His wheel chair was fairly plain, but useful in more ways than one. He was grateful of the captain McCord for modifying most of  stairs to ramps on the top level of the ship but the firefly class ship was still not the most accessible boat he'd been on. It was surprising how much one took walking for granted. He ran his fingers across the bare bulk heads remembering his own boat of days gone.  The thermos of warm coffee cradled in his lap as he passed the entrance hatches to the the crew quarters and onto the bridge. With coffee in hand he swung himself into the pilot's chair. All systems read green. Aemon had been doing a good job so far. Daedalus looked past the controls and blinking lights to the stars of the black he settled down for a long watch. 

Wendi takes the indicated weapon in a clothe by the barrel and proffers the handle to the Captain.

"Sometimes they run out of bullets and there are still more bad people to kill.  I don't want to run out of bullets before I kill all the bad people.  My daddy ran out of bullets."

Wendi smiled, Captain McCord was a good person, and he knew just how to handle that gun.  It made her happy.

"I was putting them away, so I could go talk to Griff"

She hoped the Captain would never need more than one gun.

"C'mon....  Where are you ya li'l whun dan...."
With his legs hooked over the lip of the decking that he'd pulled up in the engine room, Aemon hangs down into the open bay.  A line is hooked into an eyelet off the wall with a snaplink, connecting the engineer's work harness to the ship in case of a mishap.  A glowstick hangs from a hook under the decking, sheading light on a complex of tubes and wires that Aemon is digging through.  He holds himself to a cross-beam while searching for a sub-junction controler for the fuel feed system.  When he finally does he pulls a bronze box the size of a deck of cards from a pocket on the arm of his jump suit and plugs it into the junction.  Once a small L.E.D. on it starts blinking he lets go of the beam and swings back under the hatch and pulls himself up wigh a sigh of exertion.  For a moment he sits there blinking, light headed while the blood that had pooled in his upper body drains.

"If only easy to maintain meant easy to access....  'Least it tain't none o' that Gurtsler tsway-niou."
He twists around to sit on the access's lip and brings his right arm up to read the display on his newtech computer gauntlet and tap a command into it.
"C'mon, connect you over rated piece of go se."
The gauntlet gives off a soft ping as it detects the feed from the enabler.  Shae continues to tap on the screen as it accesses the engine's programming and begins a diagnostic.
"'Cmon....  Please be a glich...."

With practised ease the Captain takes a few shooting poses, smoothly sliding the gun to his left hand and drawing his own gun, then taking a few positions with both. Satisfied he puts his gun away, spins around Wendi's weapon in his left hand and offers it to her. "Thank you very much Milday, its a wonderful weapon." he says with a bow.

Wendi takes the weapon from Captain McCord's outstretched hand, slides it in place behind her, and curtseys low.

"Twas my pleasure Milord."  Begins an unrestrained giggling and then dashes tumbles and twirls down the front hall towards Griff.

"Hey Griff, hey, Griff could you walk on your hands like this?"  Wendi places two hands on the console upending her entire person and staring down at Griff from the top of her outstretched arms.  "Then you wouldn't need your legs."

Griff glanced back over the console noticing the leds flickering. He trusted in Aemon skills and knew it would take a good amount to bring down this boat.

"Alright Shae. I'll take your word for it. Just try to keep from getting yourself stuck back there. It'll be easier to replace you than try to get you out." He tucked the commlink back into his satchel. Just then he saw the ever adorable and strange Wendi doing a handstand on the console talking about walking on hands. 

"Kuh ai, shao jeh, kuh ai. I don't really mind not being able to walk and i don't think i'm near as graceful as you to do that forever. As long as i got the black and the very least atmo under my wings i'll be a very content man. My legs  may never get better, but that isn't stopping me from seeing the verse."

Griff looked into the innocent eyes of Wendi and knew she'd seen some horrible things, but still adored her sense of energy. 

"You know i was at the battle of serenity valley right? Well on one of the last runs out of that place i saw the medics pulling on some poor kid with an NCO helping him on board . He wasn't more than 16. Artillery had got him pretty bad the sergeant told. He was bloody and barely concious.. His NCO leaned over him and told him something i'll never forget"

'Remember now Chambers. When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't do that anymore you get someone to carry you. I carried you to this nice and pretty boat. Now this boat is going to carry you the rest of way home.' the grizzled NCO looked over at me. 'Isn't that right Cap?.'

"I looked into the cold and hardened eyes of that NCO and nodded my head. He then took off his cross and put into the hands of that kid, Chambers. He got off my boat and walked back onto that battlefield. I never learned that NCO's name, and i did end up taking that boy back home. Unfortunetly, it was in a pine box. I don't know what made that Sergeant walk back to the valley of death. I just know that the same thing kept me flying that day and keeps me flying still. Legs or no legs."

Griff looked at Wendi's big gleaming eyes and grinned as he poked the tip of her nose.