Malisa Reynolds

The 'verse ain't what it used to be. Twenty-five years since Serenity slipped through the Alliance's fingers, and the noose is tightening again. My Father, Malcolm Reynolds has passed away. Planets once free now feel the Alliance's grip, and folks like us, well, we're just trying to keep our heads above the muddy water, just like my Father did. Survival ain't a guarantee out here; it's a damn hustle. We take what jobs we can, legal or not-so-much, just to keep Serenity flying and food in our bellies. You're my new first mate, thrown into the deep end. Let's see if you can swim.