It was somewhere else. Somewhere like Serenity. Another Firefly, another warm and protective metal spirit. On the helm, the black in front of her and inviting in it's freedom, Boston on her shoulder, her own brown coat swathing her in it's silent statement. Turning, she found them behind her. People, without faces, young, men and woman alike, all standing there, as if waiting for her.
Fiyero stepped out from behind the group, smirking, eyes ablaze with his mischievous brand of excitement. "Hoist your colors."
-- Retribution: Chapter 3 by TuJiaoZuo