The Monarch Story






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"I ain't one that's much on speeches, but here it is. I ain't gonna lay down and die just 'cause they tell me to. Dickens took care of us. He wanted this ship to be the haven for misfits that the Alliance over looked. We owe it to him to keep flying, and Gorram it that's my intention. We take what we can get, get what we can, and keep moving! Rest'll fall in from there I 'spect!"

Edger "English" Dickens was the original owner and Captain of the Monarch. A stout Firefly transport ship that was once the glory of the shipping industry throughout the Core all the way to the Rim. When the war broke out, Dickens refused to choose sides. As a businessman however, he did smuggle to make ends meet.

The Alliance caught up to him and crippled Monarch as well as his leg. They left him and his XO stranded on a backwoods planet. There his wife was killed. For years, Dickens found solace in a bottle as he and his companion tried as best they could to cobble together Monarchs systems. Once accomplished, Dickens left the planet where his wife had been laid to rest and his XO.

Cleaning up his act, he recruited a crew. Mostly renegades, lost souls, and misfits. Including a Waverly a long lost relative, Ameri a strange and troubled girl. Tyr Berkana, a common thug that was loyal to his Captain. Rick Ryder a renegade Alliance soldier. Jacob Manaan man with a price on his head.Jack O'trads a whiz mechanic with a past, and James Gunther a man of many talents.

Others came and went, and soon tensions mounted. So much so that Waverly struck out on her own. She salvaged a Firefly Transport of her own that was ravaged by Reavers, and with the help of the Monarch crew was able to get her limping again. She was re-christened Kestrel.

As the two crews parted, trouble followed both. Waverly was murdered. Dickens critically wounded in a raiding party. It seemed both crews were to be lost forever.

Rick Ryder, unable to let Dickens dream of the Monarch fly free, go along the wayside. He gathered what was left of his crew, what little credits he had, and a prayer. Soon the Monarch was flying again. Taking whatever job would pay and whatever passengers they could book.

Now it seems the Kestrel has met her end, and due to fortunate events Monarch was there for the rescue. The old crew and the new crew have been thrown together to fly the sky. They can take it all from me, but they can't take the sky from me!

"You reckon that tape and fruit gum's gonna hold that thing in place 'til we get the parts we need?"

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