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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?