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But if Hank was good, just for that moment Noah Thacker was even better. As Cherokee ate up the distance, he aimed the powerful rail guns mounted under her nose, and let fly. With unerring accuracy the large rounds ripped through the base of the Interceptor’s engine housing, showering space with a myriad of sunbright sparks that died immediately. The crippled ship started to spin slowly under the onslaught, reminding Mal of his own Firefly.
-- Masks - Part XXVI by Jane0904
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