It was nice not to hear bumps, bangs and “HOLY SHIT WE”RE ALL GONNA DIE!”   Exposing parliaments involvement in the creation of Reavers had proved to be lucrative.  Each of the crew had made a fortune with net appearances, book deals and endorsements.  Mal had re-equipped the ship and converted it to a luxury cruise liner.  He was carrying a crew of very rich passengers and Companions for their entertainment.<br/><br/>Some crew had retired but he loved to wander the sky.  Besides, by keeping moving he avoided the Alliance, a group with long memories and little capacity to forgive slights.  He had been warned by certain new “friends” – really politicians who were trying to use the name of “Captain Mal” to push their way to more power.<br/><br/>He put his feet up on the console and looked at the monitors watching each of the crew, companions and passengers go about their business.  The cruise itself was a hop around the outer planets with some fantasy rever attacks planned to thrill the passengers.  He was also looking for evidence of parliament’s involvement in the destruction of earth that was.  That would be the stake in their heart but he doubted he would find that on this trip.<br/>