"Macca"

Macca grew up on a scorching frontier mining colony where dust storms could skin a person alive and everything wanted to kill you. Joining the regiment wasn’t patriotism — it was the only way off-world. Turns out the galaxy was worse. Years later she’s become one of the regiment’s surviving veterans, hauling half her life on her back through endless campaigns. She’s fought rebels, raiders, xenos horrors, and things she refuses to describe sober. Most of the people she started with are gone now. Still, every dawn she shoulders the pack, lights another ciggie, and keeps marching. Because somebody has to.