Ship Repairs.
Kaylee manages to keep up with Mal's progress on the ship in the garage when she is home on Serenity. She'll find him alone to ask what section he's working on at any given time, and Mal is almost positive Kaylee comes down to the ship on her own time. There will be tools rearranged and evidence of new projects started, as there is no end to the things that one can choose to focus on. There are also some things that just can't be fixed. Beyond Repair: a subsection of the overall project list Mal and Kaylee had compiled. One of the landing gear pads is getting ready to buckle (evidence of skidding and a destructive landing), and the lower solar panels (Mal hasn't climbed through the upper hatches to check the others) are mutilated. They're just going to have to come off and get replaced.
I want to resolve this like civilized men.
With what coin, Mal has not the least clue in the 'verse, but it'll get done. Somehow.
You're fighting a war you've already lost.
Mal walks up the cargo bay ramp left wide open -- who the hell else walks all the way over here? -- to retrieve a pry-bar, walking out again to the port-side lower solar panel.
Yeah, well, I'm known for that.
He needs a ladder. With the ship's weight lowered on the landing gears, he can get close, but not enough to rip at the rivets that hold the panels to the hull. Mal finds one without too much effort and it clunks against the heavy shell of the ship.
It's worse than you know.
There's no immediate swing that follows, and the altitude gives him a mild case of vertigo.
Do you know what your sin is, Mal?
"Just do it," Mal mutters to himself in Chinese. It's your job.
I already know you will not see reason.
The silicon and cadmium splits and shatters and Mal wishes he'd thought about earplugs before swinging into the panel with the pry-bar. The frame is four panels by four panels - sixteen geometric shapes to make up the solar panel as a whole. Mal doesn't realize he's shattering them in a pattern, one vertical row after another, until he hits the third row and he notices the silicon shards are everywhere. He'll have to be careful, when he showers before heading home. Cuts are harder to explain than dirt.
If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.
Mal tries to not let his thoughts stray too far while he's working. He's normally successful, but not so much today.
Or did you think that none of this was your fault?
His breathing gets labored and heavy; swinging the pry-bar while not falling off the ladder takes more effort than he had estimated. It may occur to him later that he could have simply cut through the supports lashing the panel to the outer hull.
I don't care what you believe in, just believe in it.
Possibly.
Life would be much simpler if Bar would just tell Mike things, instead of being so vague about them. Then Mike could do things like, not walk into the garage to find Mal taking out his frustrations on a space craft for no particular reason what so ever.
Talk about awkward.
He stands there silently, mentally cursing Bar for putting him in this situation. Watching Mal like this is like...well it's like watching Leo after Christmas.
That Christmas. The one where Leo stopped leading and started focusing, honing his anger.
He just...it's heartbreaking. The thought of interrupting grows less and less strong with every successive hit, until finally he just decides to show himself the way out.
Maybe they can talk later....
Possibly.
I want to resolve this like civilized men.
With what coin, Mal has not the least clue in the 'verse, but it'll get done. Somehow.
You're fighting a war you've already lost.
Mal walks up the cargo bay ramp left wide open -- who the hell else walks all the way over here? -- to retrieve a pry-bar, walking out again to the port-side lower solar panel.
Yeah, well, I'm known for that.
He needs a ladder. With the ship's weight lowered on the landing gears, he can get close, but not enough to rip at the rivets that hold the panels to the hull. Mal finds one without too much effort and it clunks against the heavy shell of the ship.
It's worse than you know.
There's no immediate swing that follows, and the altitude gives him a mild case of vertigo.
Do you know what your sin is, Mal?
"Just do it," Mal mutters to himself in Chinese. It's your job.
I already know you will not see reason.
The silicon and cadmium splits and shatters and Mal wishes he'd thought about earplugs before swinging into the panel with the pry-bar. The frame is four panels by four panels - sixteen geometric shapes to make up the solar panel as a whole. Mal doesn't realize he's shattering them in a pattern, one vertical row after another, until he hits the third row and he notices the silicon shards are everywhere. He'll have to be careful, when he showers before heading home. Cuts are harder to explain than dirt.
If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.
Mal tries to not let his thoughts stray too far while he's working. He's normally successful, but not so much today.
Or did you think that none of this was your fault?
His breathing gets labored and heavy; swinging the pry-bar while not falling off the ladder takes more effort than he had estimated. It may occur to him later that he could have simply cut through the supports lashing the panel to the outer hull.
I don't care what you believe in, just believe in it.
Possibly.
Life would be much simpler if Bar would just tell Mike things, instead of being so vague about them. Then Mike could do things like, not walk into the garage to find Mal taking out his frustrations on a space craft for no particular reason what so ever.
Talk about awkward.
He stands there silently, mentally cursing Bar for putting him in this situation. Watching Mal like this is like...well it's like watching Leo after Christmas.
That Christmas. The one where Leo stopped leading and started focusing, honing his anger.
He just...it's heartbreaking. The thought of interrupting grows less and less strong with every successive hit, until finally he just decides to show himself the way out.
Maybe they can talk later....
Possibly.