Belinda Starr paused to tuck strands of Red hair back into her ponytail, and straightend her fatigue uniform.  Not having any pressing duties of her own - nobody was sick or injured at the moment - she had been one of those detaqiled to search for the cause of the noise.  Hours, rpetitive hours of fruitless searching.  "Same shit, different unit."  She muttered.  Grunt work to be sure, but, well, The Imperial Guards were the ultimate grunts, were they not.  She hefted her scanner, checked her sidearms and resumed the search.   Monotonous patrol duty, it was.  She stayed alert, she hadn't survived a decade of service by slacking.