Now, I'm a Fed. I know a few of you that get scared by that. But don't let that make y'all fret too much.
My name is Dr. Amy Weaver, Captain and Chief Medical Officer of the USS Kaywinnet Lee and former commander of Serenity Rescue Station. We're looking for a few good captains and crew. Not good, necessarily, as in clean, upstanding, A1A Academy wetnoses.
I mean the ones who know how to survive.
Our mission over here at the Station is simple, and well known. We do search and rescue. Some call us angels of mercy, some call us tow truckers. Some call us worse things... at least until they need us. People might not think that's a glory job, or a danger job. They're forgettin' something.
Any ship that got itself in trouble got in trouble for a reason. And nine times out of ten that reason is still going to be out there hanging around when we show up.
So I'm not looking for glory hunters or fake bravado. And I don't care what you were before. Lovable rogue, pig-brained mercenary, toy-obsessed pilot, button-cute greasemonkey or ninja courtesan, that's all behind you if you want the job. Let me worry about the politics, and the criminal records.
All you need to know is how to get your crew out there, get our folks out, and get 'em all home. How, in short, to keep flying when it's all against you.
Because I've been to one side of this 'verse and t'other. And there's no reward, no medal, no payoff, like bringing someone home to their family.
So if you think you can take it, I can dish it out like you've
*CRUNCH* *HISS* *QUEEP* *BLIP*
...what was that?
Did my primary comm array just fall off my gorram station for NO GORRAM REASON?
Hell with it. Call me. If I don't pick up, I'm out there with a welding phaser fixing this myself because... because. Leave a message.
**MESSAGE TERMINATED: LOCATION DATA FOR SERENITY STATION, SECTOR WH3-D0N ATTACHED**
For those of you who are wondering... yes, this is a call to arms for all Browncoats, Whedonheads and other related geeks out there - and a way of shoehorning the Firefly family values into a cold and clinical Federale-lovin' verse. It's also for anyone who loves playing "support" characters (clerics, engineers, defenders, empaths, etc) and want a guild / SG / fleet affiliation that understands your nature. Though the odd psychopathic phaser-crazed James T. Kirk type is welcome to sign up too.
Would love to hear from all Browncoats out there anyway regardless of if you're signing on for Fleet duty as well.
Since this thread was originally posted, more than 100 fine officers with a streak of daring, a dash of cunning, and even a sense of humour have signed up - now under the watchful eye of Fleet Admiral Baumer and his crew. Join us. It'll be fun. We have tea and dumplings too.... and a spanky new forum site with its very own rock video at http://serenitystation.forummotion.com.
Subspace communication sqwalls lightly across the com
This is Capt Shinjo of the USS Takao, your call to arms has been recieved , we are heading past K7 and en-rout towards serenity station, my crews heart are strong and couage boundless, but most of all..their coats are Gorram Brown.
Reminds me, I need to do the Full Epic Version of the story of Serenity Station at some point, in a TrekFlyBSG stylee. (Would be nice if I could get some Space:A&B in there too, if any of you crazy kids remember it).