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Mitch Walker   North Carolina, United States
 
 
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Some time ago it was like this, there was a war between the very well armed Alliance and a ragtag Independent group of idiots, whom thought they could stop them, this war was bloody for both sides and soon appeared hopeless for one, the battle of serenity valley would see the defeat of the group calling themselves simply...The Independent Faction or The Browncoats.

The Alliance had won and very much like a domino effect the central and outer planets of the verse' were theirs to rule as they pleased (Or see battered into nothing, a few were flush with new technologies and barely little poverty such as the central planets [Those that formed the Alliance] and the outer planets, those which aren't so much), some of the members of the beaten faction went on to greater things but others, like Malcolm Reynolds went on to become Captains of their own crews. Maybe a little beaten, but the old Firefly class cargo vessel he had come to call Serenity, could get you out of any scrap you happened to find yourself in.

Most people in the verse' just try to make it from day to day, finding jobs to make ends meet in order to do the same tomorrow, that is why they live by the creed that 'If you've got A job we can do it, doesn't much matter what it is.' The verse can be a harsh place, which very often breeds even harsher criminals.

Mal and his new crew came into contact many more times with the Alliance, the very same as he had fought in the Unification War, but little did he know his little ship and crew were meant for bigger things especially once they discovered the Alliances closet full of skeletons.

Life in the verse' was about to get much more complicated, but it didn't matter much, as so much more was about to go right...