Mal wandered up to the bridge and relieved Wash patting him on the shoulder and sending him off to fetch Zoe. He sunk into the pilot's seat and looked out into the black at the swirling healthy globe of Earth that was before them, "It's beautiful..." he whispered to himself.
He folded his arms and sat back, "EE-chee shung-hoo-shee. Can't believe there's no Alliance for... maybe forever."
A smile quirked his lips, "Could get used that idea."