Skylar watched as his sister disappeared in an Alliance aircraft. He looked around. He had to go after her! But almost all of the ships were leaving! He spotted a pretty young woman sitting in a lawn chair with a faded parasol. Her brown hair was up in little buns on either side of her head. "Hello," she said, seeming a bit intrigued at Skylar. "Hi. Hello. Um. I need a ride." A man stepped out the ship. "What for?" Skylar was beginning to sound desperate. "Please, sir, my little sister Miriah has been taken off in an Alliance ship by accident. I have to find her." The man's face softened. He stuck his hand out. "Captain Malcolm Reynolds. This here is Kaylee, and this here is Serenity." Skylar looked at the ship. It was a worn-out Firefly class. Didn't look like much, but it had a good, welcoming air to it. Skylar accepted the man's hand. "Skylar Jean." "Welcome, Skylar. Let's go inside, and I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew." He nodded, and the three of them walked inside the ship. Mal spoke into a microphone. "All of the crew, we've got a guest onboard. Everyone report to the kitchen." Eight people walked down the stairs. "Who's the guest?" A proper young man asked. Mal pointed to Skylar. "This is Skylar." A burly man in a red and orange hat stepped up and scowled. "Are we pickin' up every kid in the 'verse? Because the least you coulda done was a cute blonde." "Calm down, Jayne. His sister got taken by an Alliance ship," Kaylee said. The proper boy's facial expression softened. A skinny young girl peeked out from behind him. "Cows have four stomachs," she said, as if this had everything to do with Skylar being on the ship. A blonde man in a Hawaiian shirt stepped forward and held his hand out. "Hoban Washburn. Call me Wash. I'm the pilot of this here vessel." Skylar accepted it.