Background: This fan fiction piece is about Firefly, a sci-fi show that only lasted one season on the Fox network. However, it continues to gain fans just through the DVD of the show, as well as the movie, Serenity, that was made in addition to it. This story focuses on the toy dinosaurs that Wash, the pilot, is constantly seen playing with throughout the show.
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“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”
“Scott, come on. Stop saying that. It’s not even funny anymore.”
“Aww Alexander, you know that’s your favorite part! But fine, I’ll drop it.”
They sit in silence for a few minutes while their master, Wash, comes into the control room to grab something, and then darts back out.
“You know, sometimes I wonder if he really knows what he’s doing. I mean, yeah this ship is flying, and yeah he’s the pilot, but he plays with plastic toys. Don’t you think that says something?” says Scott, still keeping his voice down in case Wash comes back.
“Excuse me, I think the word you’re looking for is “dinosaur.” Besides, don’t you think it says something that you don’t find us worth playing with?” Alexander quips back.
All of a sudden the ground starts to shake, alarms start to wail, and lights start to flash. Wash and Mal run up to the deck, trying to keep their balance as they move.
“Wash, what’s going on this time?” Mal says, broadcasting his frustration with his ship.
“I don’t know, our radar is gone,” Wash says as he flips the same three switches that he always flips when something goes wrong. Scott and Alexander know that it’s more of a comfort mechanism–do something when there’s nothing else you can do to help the situation.
The ship shakes even more vigorously this time, so much so that all the dinosaurs fall off the flight console. In order to keep their true identities a secret, they all keep stock still. They continue to listen as more of the crew arrives.
“There better be a good reason for all this, because I was in the middle of some solid quality time with Vera,” Jayne scruffily mumbles, as he makes his way up the stairs into the control room.
“Can you stop naming your guns? It just don’t sound right,” Kaylee remarks, making a disgusted face as she joins the others.
“Can we focus on more important things, like this ship falling out of the sky? Wash, give me something,” Captain Mal says.
“Cap, I got nothing. Every piece of equipment is going haywire and I can’t get a read on jack.”
“I am not letting this goram ship break now. Kaylee, go check the engine. Jayne, I need you to take a lap and see if anything looks out of the ordinary. I’m going to suit up and go outside and see if anything can be done out there.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, cap’n?” Kaylee squeaks.
“Don’t worry about me, worry about the ship. Now, let’s go do our jobs.”
And with that, the crew disperses, leaving only Wash left in the control room. He is looking at all the equipment, trying to come up with some reason for the sudden seizure of the ship.
Alexander doesn’t move, but carefully whispers to his friend. “Psst…Scott…do you think we should do something?”
“Hmm…the inherent danger that comes with the risk of revealing ourselves…I’m in!”
Alexander rolls his eyes. “I mean, I think we should do it to, you know, save our lives, but whatever. Just remember to move carefully–we can’t risk them seeing us.”
Alexander and Scott slowly move their heads, so get a sense of their surroundings. They’re on the ground, on the other side of the control panel, where only people walking into the room would be able to seem them. They slowly move and pick themselves up so that they are standing. The ship shakes again, and they brace themselves to keep from falling.
“Gao yang jong duh goo yang!”
“Scott, do you even know what that means?”
Scott shrugs, “No, but Wash says it all the time when he’s mad. I figured being on the verge of death was a good time for it.”
Scott looks around, and make sure no one is walking up to the control room, or that Wash isn’t paying attention. “Wait, what do you want us to do again? I mean, besides save the world or whatever.”
“Let’s just look around the cabin and see if we notice anything weird. Everyone else is looking in places that aren’t here, so if they don’t find anything, this could be where the problem is.”
Scott and Alexander begin to gently walk around to the other side of the console, a placing that ensures no one can see them. Everything seems to be in its own place, with nothing seemingly out of order.
“Alexander, I don’t think this is where the problem is,” Scott whines. He looks bored, as he turns to face his friend.
“Wait. Do you see that?” Alexander is looking at the corner of the console, which appears to have a hole in it. They slowly walk towards it, making sure not to fall over every time the ship shakes.
“What do you think is in there?” Alexander ponders.
“I don’t know, and I don’t know that I want to know. It seems fine though, so let’s just move on,” Scott says, with a good distance between him and the hole.
“No, I’m going in” says Alexander, beginning to peer inside the hole.
“Are you crazy!? You have no idea what’s in there. And besides, you? You quiver when I mention terraforming, and now you want to go into a deep dark hole?”
“For one, terraforming is unnatural. For two, yes, and I’m going in whether you come with me or not,” Alexander says firmly.
Alexander begins to walk into the hole, that is barely large enough to accommodate his structure. Scott, not wanting to be left out, sheepishly follows.
“It’s so dark in here, I can’t see anything!” Scott calls.
However, there is a light at the end of the room within the hole, and they begin to move towards it. Initially, they thought it just led to another room, and so a space mouse must have made the hole. Yet, as they move closer, they know the light is not coming from another room. Instead, they see a big green switch. On one side, it has “ON” written, and on the other, “OFF.” Above it, some marks seem to be made, though, being Dinosaurs, Scott and Alexander can’t read any of this.
“Huh, I wonder what this does,” Alexander says as he looks at the mysterious green switch. He begins to move towards it.
“No! Don’t!”
However, as Scott says this, the ship gives another large shake. The friends can’t see what’s going on, but they hear some metal groaning in the distance, as if the ship is coming apart.
“We don’t have a choice!” says Alexander, as he moves towards the switch and changes it’s position.
All of a sudden, the dinosaurs are surrounded by blue lights, and they feel a tight sensation around their bodies. They’re disoriented, unsure of what is going on. Then, almost as quickly as it began, it stops. However, they are no longer on the ship. Instead, they are on solid ground, with lots and lots of different green shapes around them. They’ve never been off the ship before, so they do not understand that they are standing on grass and staring at trees.
“Where…where are we?” Scott asks bewilderly.
“I’m not sure…but it feels like home.”
Fanfiction by Professor Martin's Social Life of Media 