Deep down in the dark bowels of the PDF Headquarters where life seemed nearly non-existent, one lone organism flourished. The sounds of clicking, clanking, wheels on metal floors and the occasional string of curses were the only signs of such life--because not even the lights were on. Well, one light was on but it wasn't illuminating anything outside of the workspace is was located over.
Sergeant Burnadette Ulyssa Geofferies, or BUG to the rest of the jokers in the Guard, owned the basement. It was a well known fact that any seeking her out would be sporting a wrench wound in some facet--unless she was needed to patch up another wound. In fact, most thought she was a myth...until they were looking down at her goggle covered face and trying to prevent losing an eye. While she didn't look intimidating or hell even violent, her brain and her quick draw were enough to cause a flinch in even the most seasoned of Guardsmen and women.
Back home with the Warhawks she'd been somewhat famous. Her customized gears and her field medic training made her a hot commodity. Now, while not the sole survivor of her squad, she was the only one that had been sent here. Relocation did NOT sit well with her. In fact, she made it known to the Colonial that she hated it here and wanted to head out on the next available transport. Her talents were being wasted. Why? She had to fight with the techpriest to play with her weapons because it wasn't "appropriate" and she had to curse out the sissy tea-drinking Commissar when he threatened to have her removed from the guard for being completely unorthodox.
So what, her hair was blue, she wore goggles and she beat people up with her tools when they pissed her off. At least she was valuable.
"Fuc-shi-DAMNIT!" She wheeled away from the work station holding her pinky finger between her lips and sucking the blood. "Emperor damn this place..." she mumbled around the injured appendage.
If he ended up under a building or bleeding out in the field...it wasn't her fault.