Angelle is mine, the rest is Joss's.

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Persephone...beautiful, serene, and the fastest place for a hired killer like myself to find a decent ride to get from here to there. Besides, it also gave me an excuse to check out the new dresses and maybe grab a new pair of shoes. You never know when you might get asked out to a fancy shindig and not have a thing to wear.

Name's Angelle. Was born in the middle of a Bayou planet this side of nowhere and a little left of don't care. Had a father, who was the brownest Browncoat I have ever met and a mother, who loved my big brother far more than me. Think it had something to do with the fact everyone in our little spec of a village thought my brother and I had been switched at birth. He learned to quilt and I learned the proper way to stitch up a knife wound. My first was on myself. Those gators can be right angry when you get caught stealing their eggs out from under them.

Maybe that's why the Academy wanted my brother and not me, though I suspect my father destroyed my letter for fear of losing me to those Alliance bastards. My mother had never been prouder and made sure to read that wretched piece of paper to everyone and at every function until the day he left. Sadly and I truly mean that (wink wink) it somehow got misplaced after that, later to be found tore to bits by the dog size rats we shared our town with.

If ever my father was right, he could gloat as to how right he was about the Academy. In less than a month, my brother stopped writing my mother and within three, we received his body home in a coffin. They had said he was taking drugs and ODed, but no one took better care of his body than my brother. I knew something just wasn't right and as we all mourned his loss, I readied myself for what I knew would be the next step.

We had fought in the War, or at least, my dad and his buddies did. He wanted to me to stay home and take care of my family. I hated him for it. Everyone knew I had a talent to