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Aug. 12th, 2009 02:53 pmIt's another day; another job on a Rim planet. Cargo to pick up, and a mobile clinic stop a few miles away from where Serenity's landed. They're expected to take about the same amount of time.
They don't, quite.
The clinic shuttle finally appears about five minutes before scheduled takeoff.
"Glad you could join us, Doc," comes Wash's voice over the speakers, cheerfully sardonic. "Your landing pad's clear."
"Thank you," comes Simon's voice in response. "Docking now." And that's all.
The shuttle docks. The last pieces of cargo have been fastened down in the cargo bay, and everyone's aboard. The ramp lifts, the airlock closes, and Serenity breaks atmo only about two minutes behind schedule.
Simon hasn't emerged from the shuttle.
They don't, quite.
The clinic shuttle finally appears about five minutes before scheduled takeoff.
"Glad you could join us, Doc," comes Wash's voice over the speakers, cheerfully sardonic. "Your landing pad's clear."
"Thank you," comes Simon's voice in response. "Docking now." And that's all.
The shuttle docks. The last pieces of cargo have been fastened down in the cargo bay, and everyone's aboard. The ramp lifts, the airlock closes, and Serenity breaks atmo only about two minutes behind schedule.
Simon hasn't emerged from the shuttle.
