Once again, he found himself in the pilot seat of his beloved Peacemaker, even though every time he piloted, they always ended up in trouble.

Captain Carson Delphi was 5' 11" with golden brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders. He wore a brown leather bomber jacket, with an Alliance patch split in half on his left sleeve. He wore comfortable black cargo pants and a worn black tee.

"We will be experiencing some shaking, so... strap in!" Carson shouted over the comm. Why is it that every time I pilot, there's trouble?

"Where is Rick!?!" the Captain yelled. Just as he finished his statement, Rick Densdon came running in wearing his standard uniform of grey sweat pants and black t-shirt. His hair was cropped short, with weird streaks that Carson could never tell were red or pink.

"Carson, you tyen shuh duh, can't you ever just wait for me to get the ship in orbit?" Rick grumbled, more to himself than to carson.

Clutching the controls as tightly as he could, Carson glared at Rick with as much spite as he could muster "Rick... Grab... Controls!!!"

BOOOOM!!!

Peacemaker shook so violently that Carson was thrown from the pilot's seat onto the ground. Rick hit his head on the co-pilot's seat, and was promptly knocked unconcious.

Carson staggered back to his feet and took the helm yet again."Gorramit!" Grabbing the comm again and yelled, "Renda get up here now!"

It was at that point that Carson saw it.

Filling the viewport was the Reaver attack ship he liked to call The Scissors.