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The work they do isn’t easy. It’s risky, dangerous; illegal.
They could plan for every foreseeable circumstance and there could still be any number of variables left unchecked, any number of possible ways things could go wrong. Deadly wrong. Usually, they managed to pull things off but inevitably there were situations when all hope seemed lost. Needless to say, when every member of the team looked to Sullivan as their last resort, the outcome seemed clear.
They were humped.
It wasn’t usual that Sullivan got called onto salvage missions. The Captain liked him safe and that usually meant staying on the Serenity where he was also out of the way, which was everyone’s preference for where he stayed. This time he’d been called into the fray as an extra set of eyes (certainly not an extra set of hands). The ‘scratch’ they’d found was foreign to all of them, something ancient, something possibly, hopefully valuable.
Before they made it back to the hold containing the loot, they’d ended up ducking into a room to investigate something else and the door had sealed behind them. Sullivan hadn’t really been paying much attention to what was going on up until that point and also after when the swearing began. The Captain was with them so, why bother? He’d take care of things; that’s what he did.
What Sullivan assumed had happened is, they realized they were stuck and no amount of Captain’s swearing, kicking and banging on the door could open it. So, Kafka probably said something like “Hey, don’t worry guys! I’ll just wiggle through this pipe and come getcha! LOL BRB!” Well, it had been an hour and Kafka hadn’t opened the door and he wasn’t answering anymore either. Something was wrong.
Sullivan watched in dismay as the arguing came to a roar. Neo had just spent twenty minutes trying and failing to make it into the duct. He just wasn’t quite narrow enough and despite the Captain’s compelling argument, there was no convincing him that the Doc could definitely reattach his arm if Jaewon pulled it off so he could fit inside. They were out of options.
It suddenly felt like there were too many eyes on him. And then, there were hands, the Captain’s hands and no amount of digging his feels into the floor was helping. “S-Sonmi...” he started, flinching when the Captain roared at him. Sonmi wasn’t even with them and how could he suggest she go instead of him? What kind of a spineless coward was he? Well, Sonmi loves climbing through ductwork so why should Sullivan deny her an adventure and hadn’t she been with them? He could’ve sworn she was?
A well aimed “Sully” from the Captain’s lips put the coward right where he wanted him. “Captain, I don’t know the way. I’ll get lost and you won’t be able to get me out. I’ll die in there and I’ll GET DIRTY...Captain!” Of course, Sullivan realized there didn’t seem to be any other option at the moment, despite his protesting. He was sure the others wanted their fate resting in his hands as little as he wanted it resting there. There was no choice.
It was a classic life and death scenario. The inevitable situation where a student would have to surpass, nay, rescue his teacher. Sullivan would have to use his newfound flexibility for the survival of the crew. He would have to use his yoga powers to save their very lives!!
