Disclaimer: Alright, everyone/thing but Analith is Joss'... duh...

A Brief Bio of Ana: My person, right. (Have to make up my own people for everything... *dodges as pottery is thrown at her*) She is part human-from-Earth, part human-from-someplace-else-that-is-actually-different-from-Earth. (wow, I'm really descriptive...) Anyhow. She's a 'space pirate' sorta, but her reputation is vague, she's pretty good at stealing stuff so not a lot of people find out it was her. After a deal with a man named Luke (no Star Wars reference here people) goes bad, she decides that she doesn't really want to be much of a pirate anymore and is something of a hitchhiker until this story pops along... wheeeee...

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Malcolm Reynolds heard the door of Serenity opening and watched with a lifted eyebrow as Wash dragged in the body of a woman who might as well have been dead.

“And who is that?” he asked, watching with suppressed curiosity as the pilot examined her face, which was scratched, bruised, and extremely dirty.

“No idea,” Wash replied. “I stumbled on her while I was out with the scanner looking for your little treasure,”

“It isn’t a treasure,” Mal growled. “It’s important. Why did you bring her in here? She looks dead,”

“She’s not. When I found her she was conscious, and she asked me to help her. Then she passed out. I think it’s heat exhaustion or something,”

“Mm hmm. Let’s take her to the infirmary, let Simon have a look at her,” he said. When they got her on a bed, Mal looked at her. She was a well-built woman, sure enough. Tall, with long legs, a strong chin and collarbone. Her hair was dark and fairly short- about half an inch below her jaw. Her skin was alabaster pale- where it wasn’t burnt from the sun. She was clothed in a tank top type thing, an extremely baggy pair of men’s trousers that were tucked into leather work boots, and a short glove on one hand, its fingers cut off at the knuckles. She had a standard issue pistol tucked into one pocket. Simon drew it out carefully.

“She