The morning was dusty outside the ship hanger. A lone woman sat on the rock outside, her large brimmed hat shielding her eyes. She looked up at the sun, seeing the red glow and she sighed. It had been a long night making repairs. And finding new jobs. And everything else.

She sighed and closed her eyes, starting to hum a tune she didn’t know the title but knew the words very well.

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.

Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.

I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.

Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity

And you can't take the sky from me.

She opened her eyes when she heard steps behind her and said “done guns for this talk or…can I not move for another minute” she slowly stood up, her hand resting on the pistol handle on her belt. She looked back to get a look at whoever had snuck up on her while she had been in her day dream.

"It's time, Cap'n." Cal stood over her, letting his shape block the sun from her eyes. There was a smudge of grease that seemed to be perpetually moving, which had ended up under Cal's right eye for the moment, and he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at The Haven, maybe twenty paces away. "Comm's been pingin' for at least ten minutes. Someone's wavin'. And you know me and public relations. I didn't want to wake you, but better you speak to someone who's got a job fer us. Not me."

Cal led the way back into the ship, passing immediately through the cargo bay, wide enough for the two of them to lie down end to end across the ship, and three times that long, mebbe. At the far end, he climbed the ladder to the flight deck and crew spaces, passing through the galley, the port and starboard berths, and finally entered into the cockpit. As if Ashes needed any directions, he pointed a gloved finger at the flashing screen.

"Our luck's gotta change soon, right Cap?" He had tugged a glove off, and bit absently at a nail.

The captain stood up and sighed, fixing her hat and walked after her only other crew mate. And her first mate. “Sorry, I just needed to be in the free air for a bit…and I figured someone who use my peace to get payback from who knows when”

Ashes sat down and said “you would think but we are part of the few unlucky souls to still be around. But maybe…” she opened the channel and said “this is the Haven. Captain Ashes speaking. Tell me what services we can provide for you to day?”