Malcom Reynolds strolled onto the deck, where Wash sat. Just ahead, a massive ship approached. "What've we got ourselves 'ere?" he inquired, looking intently at the approaching ship. "I don't know yet cap', there aint no way of tellin' either at this point," Wash answered, scanning the ship. "Well tell harder, and how long we got?" Mal retorted. "Near a day or so," Wash replied, studying his scans. Satisfied, Mal left the deck.

Below, the cargo bay was full of life. The crew were all enjoying the serenity of Serenity. Simon, River Kaylee, Jayne, Zoe and Inara all were enjoying the night. The whole crews last shipment was too taxing and all agreed that a proper rest was in order. Luckily, Mal had no objections, so long as no bedding took place. Simon, as usual, poured the drinks, careful not to drink to much - just in case. "Hey there Simon," Kaylee giggled as her face 'caught fire'. "Oh, Hi Kaylee, how are you doing?" Simon replied, standing up straighter. "Oh fine, just remembering that gorram Niska and Mal's poor ear," Kaylee said, sitting down. Just then Jayne Cobb stumbled over to the duo, obviously drunk, and sat down. "I 'aint got a gorram clue what you two are talkin' 'bout, but..." Jayne fell over, asleep.

Suddenly, Serenity shook, every inch of her vibrated. The crew all raced to the deck, pushing each other to get into the door first. "What in the hell is goin' on Wash!" Captain Reynolds yelled. Wash turned, his face pale. "Got the scans back," he began. "AND..." the crew replied. "Reavers,"