| Here's how it is...
Greetin's. This is Malcolm Reynolds, and here's how it is:
Reavers actin' up somethin' powerful. Got ‘em a warship we forgot and plowed clean through to Miranda. After the PAX, we conjure. That's how they plan to spread. River can feel that from here--sees what could happen. Makes her cry.
Something new about how they're workin', now. Command can't say for sure, but I can see it. Niska cost me an ear for a spell, but gave me some learnin'. Someone mighty smart is pullin' strings for the Reavers.
Takes an undue fuss just to bring one Reaver down. Now we got who-knows-how-many down there looking for the PAX. Shepherd, ‘fore he slipped, once said, “I got heathens aplenty right here." I miss his boring sermons.
Alliance, what's left of it, won't put any wood on the fire for this one. Parliament’s too busy pointin’ fingers and covering their tracks after the Wave called ‘em out. Already lost half a fleet fightin’ Reavers and still don’t ‘fess they lost five times our number in the Battle of Serenity. Big, slow, stupid. Don’t need their like for this one.
Back before the Surrender, all we wanted was life free from meddlin'. Now we need to take care of Alliance’s boogeyman all by our lonesomes. Their secret’s out, and it wants to eat us. This I cannot abide.
Command called me up to lead this one. Wanted the “Hero of Serenity Valley,” and all. Public relations, more like. Need some fighters, though. Maybe those old soldiers ‘still have their brown coats, maybe some want to be New Browncoats. (Fancy seein’ that!) You don’t need to be one of the old 57th. Just need the 57th in your heart. Those can shoot fast or slip through quietly, those can heal like Simon Tam, maybe lead green troops to be braver than ‘thought they could. Those who are WITH sin, and know best how to fight it. Those are the Independents who will take the field this coming day, stand firm against these lost souls we call Reavers, and send them forthright to The Special Hell.
I’ve said my piece.
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