A Slice of the Multiverse

Sam looked around the corner and watched as Jayne turned away from the table where he'd been polishing Vera to grab a drink at the sink, then darted into the kitchen and back out, the big gun cradled in his arms as he gave a maniacal stage laugh.
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The old ship stood quietly just outside of the small bordertown, listing just ever so slightly to one side. She was still and empty but for the morose brooding of her captain on the bridge and the stealthy lurking of her Reader in her shadow. The rest of the crew was in town, doing whatever missions they had been assigned or assigned themselves.

Then there was a swish and a slight flash in the living room, and a still form settled onto the couch, wrapped in a silken violet cloak. It seemed that someone stood there and looked down at the figure for a moment before the tousled violet hair that half-covered the pale face was stirred slightly and another swish and flash announced the sudden absence of life in the room.