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taxonomites2009-07-15 10:33 pm
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003: Land Crazy [Location: Serenity's Cockpit]
Wash was going land crazy.
Which was a bit strange, really, given that he wasn't always on land while in Taxon. There was no shortage of fuel, thanks to the replicators, and he could fly around the compound as many times as he liked as long as it didn't annoy his wife, the Captain or any of the crew members that were with them.
Flying in circles wasn't the same as flying properly, though. Even the sky wasn't the same. Oh, it was a nice enough simulation - in fact, if it hadn't been for the malfunction that had occurred fairly soon after his arrival, it would have been a very nice simulation - but it wasn't real. A pilot liked to feel the wind in his hair as he flew. Metaphorically speaking.
He leaned back in his chair and idly crossed his legs in front of him. Even if he managed to get up a decent turn of speed, what was the point? What could he do? Where could they go?
In fact, a small part of him actually missed the various nefarious schemes the crew of Serenity concocted. Yes, they were dangerous and death defying and lots of other unpleasant words (only a few of them beginning with 'd'), but at least it wasn't dull.
Which was a bit strange, really, given that he wasn't always on land while in Taxon. There was no shortage of fuel, thanks to the replicators, and he could fly around the compound as many times as he liked as long as it didn't annoy his wife, the Captain or any of the crew members that were with them.
Flying in circles wasn't the same as flying properly, though. Even the sky wasn't the same. Oh, it was a nice enough simulation - in fact, if it hadn't been for the malfunction that had occurred fairly soon after his arrival, it would have been a very nice simulation - but it wasn't real. A pilot liked to feel the wind in his hair as he flew. Metaphorically speaking.
He leaned back in his chair and idly crossed his legs in front of him. Even if he managed to get up a decent turn of speed, what was the point? What could he do? Where could they go?
In fact, a small part of him actually missed the various nefarious schemes the crew of Serenity concocted. Yes, they were dangerous and death defying and lots of other unpleasant words (only a few of them beginning with 'd'), but at least it wasn't dull.