He needs his tight pants

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

So, my mechanic informs me it's polite to introduce myself to the rest of this chuánbó èmèng, and while I'm not aware of when she started giving the orders, I'll grant she's at least got the better of me when it comes to knowledge of this place.

Name's Malcolm Reynolds. Friends call me Mal. I got one of those and she ain't here. Since my boat seems to have been taken along for the ride, you can call me Captain Reynolds. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get thinkin' I'm your captain unless you step on my ship.

Now, I'm gonna be straight with you all. I'm not one for orders or causes, so any lookin' for an convert or a lackey best look elsewhere. I have been told, however, that we're here to stop mass planetary genocide, and will admit I don't much stand for that. Therefore, if you need a good gun and a fast ship, and the cause is right, I'm your man. There won't be any saluting or sirs though, I already got my fill of those.

Other than that, you don't bother me and mine, and we'll get along just fine. I don't intent to invite any trouble, but you send it my way and I will end it. Don't have patience for much else.

Oh, and I'm gonna grant you all the continued use of my mechanic, mostly on account of someone needs to keep this running, and I'll hear no end of it from her if I don't, but you give her trouble, you're giving me trouble, understand?

Comments

[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure Kaylee'd have more than a few things to say if you tried to keep her out of Engineering, Captain. Most of them probably not to be said around anybody under age thirteen.

It's good to meet you, Captain Reynolds. My name is Angie Spica, one of the co-heads of Engineering. A pleasure and all.

He's so lying in that first part

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

That'd be my influence. She was the most well spoken lady you ever met before she joined my crew.

Won't say it's a pleasure yet Miss Spica, but I do appreciate you lookin' after our Kaylee. She's special.

[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

Oh, she was? I'd hate to hear what you sound like without your morning coffee, then.

You may as well call me Angie. Everybody else does. I'm not much on titles. Unless you piss me off, then it's Dr. Spica. And you're welcome, though it doesn't really take that much to watch out for her. She's a good kid.

[icanhashat.livejournal.com]

Anyone get around to tellin you that if big Stacy wants us on a mission we don't get to say no?

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

I had heard that, but I figured if I gotta listen to one obnoxious piece of hardware barkin' orders, I don't need anyone else gettin' ideas.

[icanhashat.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you. The missions are crap anyway. One of em had it that crew had ta get married.

(Totally not mentioning the only mission he was sent on he got brainwashed into thinking he had a daughter and was a janitor)

[thisclinchesit]

Interesting fellow.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Not really. Just a captain of a transport ship with a string of bad luck.

[thisclinchesit]

You get right to the point, though. I like that.

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

I like you already.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm happy to oblige I suppose. Just don't like others getting ideas about thinking they can push me around.

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

By the way, name's Holt. Everyone calls me Cowabunga. If you've seen the 8 foot tall humanoid bull walking around? That'd be me.

She is headdesking so hard right now you don't even know.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

See, Captain? They just take a bit of getting used to.

And I appreciate the permission for continuing my job.

Isn't it great to have the captain back?

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Not sure I have much need to get used to them. Just want them to understand where I stand.

Of course. Can't have you getting rusty.

Most definitely :)

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say. You'll know how to use it, then.

Wouldn't ever let myself even get close to rusty, you know that.

[fieldpromoted]

Captain, good to meet you. I'm General Chacon, in charge of aerial defense. Kind as it is of you to let us keep your mechanic, I'm a lot more concerned about keeping your pilot.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Well now, seems you people have been making all sorts of use to my crew.

Can't really say I'm the one you should be asking for permission for when it comes to him, but given his real boss isn't here, I'll just say he's free to do what he pleases as long as I don't need him for a job.

[fieldpromoted]

I'll make you a deal, Captain - you let me know when you've got something going on and I'll make sure he's on official leave. Just as long as we have him for any engagement with the enemy I'm happy.

Besides, your boat doesn't have any weapons as I recall, so I doubt you'll be needing him to fly into battle.

[indeliblepast]

Get your ship back, I take it?

Though either way, we should go for a drink some time.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Did my good mood give it away?

Now that may be the best idea I've heard since waking up here.

[indeliblepast]

Something like that.

Drunken Dragon at 8? Still can't believe the place is actually named that.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie McCrimmon. Kaylee's mentioned ye a wee bit, so it's good to finally get a chance to meet ye, Captain.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Friend of Kaylee's I take it? She does have a knack for that. Well then, I suppose it's good to meet you Jamie.

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

A pleasure to meet you, Captain Reynolds.

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Be a pleasure on my end too, if I knew your name.