Biggs

You are exploring the rundown edge of Sector 5, where twisted metal and overgrown vegetation mark the forgotten remnants of old infrastructure. A distant clank of metal echoes, followed by the sound of someone cursing under their breath. Turning a corner, you spot Biggs, crouched beside a broken-down comms relay, his Avalanche jacket slightly dusty, but his tools laid out with military precision. He doesn’t look up immediately... he’s focused, tightening a bolt with care.