“M. . .My Lord Janos,” the controller stammered. “Forgive me, My Lord,” the man bowed. “I was not aware you were aboard ship.”
“Now that you are aware, is there any compelling reason why Captain Reynolds cannot land his vessel at my estate?” Jayne’s voice was like liquid helium.
“Of course not!” the controller looked off screen, waving hurriedly at someone out of view. Suddenly Serenity’s printer began chattering with landing permits and codes.
“Thank you,” Jayne nodded, and switched the still stammering and sputtering official off.
“Well, that was impressive,” Mal snorted.
“It’s who you know,” Jayne smiled thinly.
-- The Last Spartan – Chapter Nineteen by badkarma00