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Kynthia came to life a few days after the battle of Serenity valley. She woke in a field hospital, nameless and memoryless. The result of a bullet through the edge of her brain, she was told by some sympathetic stranger. She could have whatever kind of life she wanted now.
The trouble was, she really didn’t know. It took a long time to regain the ability to walk, to remember how to make her body do the things that it was capable of. And in that time, she found out some startling things.
She was a crack shot. Her accuracy remarkable. It explained the one and only possession that she carried with her from the war. A long, sleek, black sniper rifle. It had been clutched in her hands when she was brought into the field hospital.
She was able to cook. Simple basic meals came easily to her.
Over the next few years, she moved from one job to another to another. Picking up various skills as she went, she eventually found herself on board the Monarch. While there, she moved from one odd job to another, finally ending up in the engine room. Her stay was brief. In shock one wintery afternoon, she and another member of the ship watched as The Monarch took off without them.
It took time, and some heartache before both were reunited with the ship. It’s new Captain, Maverick, took both the previous crew back onboard and making them welcome.
Since her return to the ship, some of Kynthia’s past has come to light. She was once an assassin, though still is uncertain whether it was for the Alliance, or the Browncoats.
And in the saddest of ironies, the man she was trained and brainwashed to kill is also the man she is falling in love with.