The morning was dusty outside the ship hanger. A lone woman sat on the rock outside, her large brimmed hat shielding her eyes. She looked up at the sun, seeing the red glow and she sighed. It had been a long night making repairs. And finding new jobs. And everything else.

She sighed and closed her eyes, starting to hum a tune she didn’t know the title but knew the words very well.

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.

Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.

I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.

Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity

And you can't take the sky from me.

She opened her eyes when she heard steps behind her and said “done guns for this talk or…can I not move for another minute”