Editing Firefly PotR: Mac (section)

==Character Bio==
Birth Planet: Londinium || Allegiance: Independent 

Height: 157 centimeters (5' 3") || Weight: 52 kilos (115 lbs) || Age: 28 standard years 

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A battlefield medic, Mac attained the rank of corporal in the war, and despite people constantly trying to kill her to death, her time in the war was good for her, siding with the Independents, fighting for folk to be free. It had given her a place and a purpose in ways her misguided back alley upbringing never had.

But the war had ended. Freedom gave way to an uneasy peace, and life lurched forward again. Mostly in spite of her.

Mac drifted aimless about the 'verse in the aftermath, hopping from planet to planet, station to station, taking odd jobs tracking down middleweight skip traces and generally following after whatever caught her fancy in the moment.

But eventually she came to realize she was just running from ghosts that had probably stopped chasing her long before. To be sure, if she ever ran into them again, they would demand an accounting, and Mac suspected the simple truth was not going to sit square in that reckoning.

But until then she had a life to get back to. 

So, she called in every chit she had, and for once things came together smooth. Bella Mason, a pilot friend she'd run with from time to time after the war, was captaining a transport ship, and of all the people in the empty Black, Lazarus Jones was part of Bella's gorramn crew. 

Mac had lost count of the number of times the old scrounger had come through for them, dumping ammo or rations or medical supplies practically in their laps while they were caught behind lines and official word had no supplies being available. No question, she owed Lazarus her life ten times over if it was once.

And it was her turn to buy the first round.