Carolina "Carrie" Magispark stood by her Warpiece, wearing her dirty mechanic's gear, and was getting dirtier. Her Warpiece, Carnivore, stood opposite her on a maintenance platform, inactive. Carrie chewed on a bit of tobacco, and pulled up a spanner from her toolbelt, tightening a few nuts. She closed the Warpiece's hull, replacing the metal plating over the gaping hole in the humanoid robot's side armour. She grins as she welds the metal plating in place, and finishes the job by touching up on the paintwork. Her insignia stands proudly against the chrome hull of her Warpiece, and as she admired her work, she once more contemplated the chain of events that brought her to where she was. She quickly pushed the thoughts away, however, humming. She turned, looking to get a shower before reporting to the infirmary for duty.<br/><br/>As she stepped out of the ladies' shower, clad in her medic's outfit, she looked at the time.<br/><br/>"Oh, sh -" She broke into a desperate sprint, not wanting to deal with her CO's lecture about punctuality for the third time this week - stumbling and crashing into several people along the way, her not-yet-ponytailed hair flying behind her.<br/><br/>"Outta the way, blowhards, medic in a hurry!"