They moved far quicker than I anticipated and they had been watching me since about my first week on Blackburne. I had to get away, to think, to regroup and plan my next steps. I knew they would someday find me and two years of not having them on my heels was a good break.
I didn't waste those two years, I have a plan. I checked on my family, my brother, and he is fine. It's been only the two of us since the Alliance took Beaumonde during the war. I had hoped to keep my brother out of this mess but he's handling it all well. They hadn't even made contact with him but he had noticed people keeping an eye on him. I gave him his new papers and new identity I gotten for him. I knew he would need it sooner or later; at least it waited till later.
After loosing the tail and having my ship cleaned of all their tracking gadgets I'm on my way to retrieve some of the microchips they have been after for all these years. I've been in transit for nearly three days now.
I forgot the loneliness that space can leave one with. I have to get a crew, this is a big ship to pilot by yourself and if I run into trouble it's going to be nearly impossible to handle everything. I miss Firefly's and the comraderie. I even miss the action of the Reaver and other things trying to come in and take over. It's nice having a little action in your life.
I missed Immi's wedding this weekend. I hope everything went well. Would be like the Alliance to throw an attack at Hale's moon during the nuptials. They might actually be smart enough not to piss Immi off on her wedding day though as well! Let's hope so.
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