Jayne:- Clonescription

Jayne was feeling pretty bemused.
It was bloody typical.
Not only had she been ordered to call off her hunt of the
Hymenthrope. "Leave it to the pro's" Harris had said, before
gesturing toward himself then putting his feet up on his desk and
flicking through his latest issue of Razzle, but she'd also been
ordered to fly a shuttle to one of the Mollopod Colonies carrying
troops to assist in the rebellion.
This in itself wasn't a bad thing, she loved to fly, just like
her `gene donor' before he was promoted, but she'd requested that
she be allowed to fly the Inbound Raven initially, as ever, the
Raven would carry the most battle-hardened, most skilled, most
talented of the security forces to the battle zone, it was a real
honour to fly them down and watch as they did their magic. Usually
decimating a good percentage of the enemy without so much as
breaking a sweat.
Trouble was, Dean had thrown a tantrum about not being allowed to
fly it and had thrown himself on the ground at Amber's feet kicking
his feet and stamping his fists, tears in his eyes. Amber had only
managed to get him to shut up by letting him fly the Raven AND by
making him a toastie.
Jayne had placed her second choice of assignment down as flying a
Space Eagle, launching air strikes and providing defence to the
ground forces, but no. Amber as always had different ideas for
Jayne.
Amber made no secret of the fact that she didn't like Jayne. Jayne
would have found this unusual, considering that she was in nearly
every way identical to Jay, with whom Amber was very close, but
Jayne knew that it was she, months ago, how had set in motion the
chain of events that resulted in the death of her mother in a giant
food blender, at the hands (suckers?) of the very people they were
now ordered to protect. Amber couldn't do anything about the latter,
orders were orders, but she could sure as hell ensure Jayne got the
sticky end when it came to piloting duties.
And today was no exception..Jayne had been assigned to pilot the
small platoon of the least valued Canaries, and the, how could we
put it…less…important crew members…who would be dropped off as the
first attacking wave and certain to become cannon fodder.
She checked her pistol was loaded, for defence in case the enemy
tried to take the Starbug, and climbed the boarding ramp.
She was about to take off, when she heard a voice call from the mid
section to someone who had just entered the shuttlebay..all the
other shuttles had left, and he had no choice but to board
Jayne's….not realising quite what he was getting himself into…
Mickey Bellhorn climbed into the midsection as the hatch sealed, and
the shuttle lifted off, taking him to almost certain death…..
<tag Mickey!>