and hundreds of new Earths were terraformed and colonized.
The central planets formed the Alliance and decided
all the planets had to join under their rule.
There was some disagreement on that point.
After the War, many of the Independents who had
fought and lost drifted to the edges of the system,
far from Alliance control.
Out here, people struggled to get by with the most
basic technologies; a ship would bring you work,
a gun would help you keep it.
A captain’s goal was simple: find a crew, find a job, keep flying.
-Joss Whedon’s Firefly
I do the job. I get paid.
Fuel shipments come in to Anubis station about once an Earth standard week. This is
usually not a problem, but there was a freak accident yesterday that burned out the
reserves. Anubis station sits right near the best passage through “The Wall,” the dense,
deep asteroid belt that sets the Border worlds apart from the Rim planets. Right now, the
corridor is closed for maintenance, with Alliance boats using the asteroids as a gunnery
range, and like to shoot anything not running out an Alliance pulse beacon. So five ships
are docked here waiting for the fuel transport or the all-clear: Alliance interceptor,
Peregrine, Firefly class transport Kitsune, Monarch class long range freighter, Belfast,
Bernard class salvage-refitted-as-colony ship, Beta, and the Arrowhead class courier,
Five ships worth of crew is a whole lot of humanity to be kicking around a 4000 square
foot space station, and tensions are like to run high. ‘Specially ‘cause not all them folks