Some believe life didn't start on Earth but out there in the cosmos of space. Some even believe that certain sons and daughters still fight in the heavens just for survival. One such story is of the Battlestar Galactica, a spaceship that was the combination of an aircraft carrier and a battleship merged. It's now sole purpose was leading a rag tag fleet of the last surviving humans of the twelve colonies to the thirteenth, Earth. Their hope was that this last planet could be the safe haven and protection for their people from the Cylon Empire. The Cylons were a machine race with one sole purpose they wete determined to wipe out all organic life.

So each day was often a conflict as one group of pilots in fighter crafts fought another for survival and space superiority. One particular pilot was named Starbuck he was the best pilot of the fleet, not to mention a renowned card player and ladies man. Unfortunately on one unexpected day his luck didn't hold out and he was shot down on a desolate planet. His fellow pilots wanted to mount a rescue but unfortunately the opposing Cylon Empire was too great and they had to withdrawal.

So once pride of the service was now maroon for all eternity left alone on a globe he named 'Starbuck's Planet'. He thought it was his penance from fate for all the selfish things he had done in his life. Save for a few unexpected situations the next five years were quiet and peaceful. Unknown to the pilot but his fleet did make it to Earth in 1980. Another fact he did not know was one day out of the year the planet he was on phase shifted and what was a second for him,  over a century had passed for the galaxy. 

The year was now 2517, the technology that the Galactica had given Earth greatly accelerated mankind's space quests but not always for the better. The Alliance that Starbuck and his friend Apollo had encountered had made contact with Earth and over a century became its sovereign rulers. This of course led to more than one conflict and war over the years. 

A certain small ship by the name of Serenity, a Firefly class ship, and her crew often opposed the Alliance and its dark regime. Today for its Captain Malcolm Reynolds, was not a good day, though often when was it ever.  Serenity was overworked and usually under repaired, not due to her chief mechanic Kaylee Frye but due to lack of money which meant lack of parts and services. 

One such thing that was causing problems was the environmental controls, in short the cabin was feeling full of CO2 instead of an Oxygen Nitrogen mix. So reluctantly and with Alliance cruisers on their tail they sat down on the closest safe desolate planet they could find. With hopes they could vent out the cabin, repair the systems, and avoid detection by the closing warships. 

Little did they know this particular planet was home to one sole surviving Colonial Warrior. Who had seen the Firefly land and realized it was neither from the Colonial Fleet or their robotic adversaries the Cylons. But it didn't matter who it was it could be his ticket off this rock, not to mention a hot meal, and fresh shower. So the Viper pilot approached the vessel with armed caution but right before he was upon it he felt a gun barrel tip on the back of his neck as his pistol was taken from him.

Starbuck muttered to himself, "Frak," as he turned around to face a heavily armed bearded man by the name of Jayne Cobb. Jayne wasn't really a man of the people, some would say just calling him a man might be to far. Nonetheless he had caught the pilot before him, not due to cleverness but due to Starbuck being combat rusty and too much eagerness after five years of desolation. 

Jayne yelled out, "Mal, got a live one over here, he's got a uniform but doesn't smell like the Alliance. Hell he smells worse than me an that ain't my fault. Someone needs ta fix the showers on the ship my pee has more strength than our sprayer."

Mal approached the stranger with his revolver and sighed at Jayne, "As lovely as it would be to hear more of your daily complaints I hear everyday Jayne. Let's not be rude to our new 'friend' here and force him to hear your annoying details. So Mister, who are you? Friend or Foe, and what is the idea of sneaking up on me and my crew with a pistol?"........