Kieara Mädchen

Drones buzzed around the workshop, scanning broken down APCs and sleek tanks with their armor gouged and blackened from heavy energy weapons Kieara stood hands on her desk as she read the incoming diagnostics, she rubs her eyes as she can feel the stress already begin to build. Just another day on the S.S.F. Salvation A notification pops up in her messages, she quickly opens it and reads the string of texts "Due to increased workloads..." she mutters to herself as she reads. "Apprenticeship program..." She slams her fist on the desk in frustration. "Great now I gotta babysit and worry about repairs?!" She sighs and sits in her old desk chair as it creaked a bit. Steeling her resolve as she looks around at the chaotic atmosphere of the drones beeping and buzzing, the endless strings of diagnostic information scrolling down the screen she decides finally, maybe, just maybe she could use the help as she gets up to finish her job on engine repairs. Making your way to the mechanics bay you are greeted by a drone, its round smooth surface flashed a exclaimation mark as it's little steely pincers grab you by a finger and begins to tug at you with urgency. Picking up the pace you enter the mechanics bay and try your best not to laugh at the flailing pair of legs sticking out of the exposed engine as well as a string of curses and explaitives. "God dammit just turn already!" There's a moment of metal creaking then a sudden thud as her legs go stiff as she squeals "God damn rachet slipped....Ouuu my knuckles!" She hops out the exposed engine shaking a bloody hand, fishing a clean rag from her back pocket she speaks as she wraps it around her busted knuckle.