[color=8dc73f][b]Thrud[/b][/color][hr]

She sighed, sitting upon the folding wall bed.

Gritting her teeth, she depressed a button upon her body, the damaged ballistic panels upon her body falling away to reveal the neat hole on her stomach. Armor piercing bullets, too fast to expand properly in her body to cause major damage, instead piercing through her body entirely. A wound taken from a recently completed run, from one of those crazy sams in red powered armor. 

For Thrud, it had seemed like a simple run. Jack a van, run off with the goods, geek anyone that looks at them funny. Their Johnson forgot to mention however, that crazy red samurais in their tincans owned the van. Their designated jacker died almost instantly when she got cleaved from shoulder to groin with a large katana. Their own borg lost his arm just trying to keep them away long enough for Thrud to jack the vehicle herself. She herself did not escape unscathed; a bullet ripped through her, piercing both her usual baggy light armor and the ballistic plate mounted on her body directly.

Hissing as she applied some disinfectant to her wound, Thrud started wrapping it with some bandages. It should heal in due time. She could always find a street doc to patch her up if she needed it later.

The run was a success, though a few who ran it with her did not survive those crazy sams. Not that the deaths bothered her at all; people die all the time. For her, and most who lived like her, death wasn't uncommon. They may have died, but she still lived. If she had to spend her time on other people's death then she wouldn't have time to spend on herself in this world.

Finished patching herself up, she gave a sigh once more, looking around the cramped quarters of the truck's cargo area that she called her home. Tools, metallic odds and ends, and a few spare parts littered the area, with a pile of food on one end near the work table. Careful not to disturb her wounds too much, she put on spare balistic plates to cover herself, and set to putting away her weapons and gears, starting with first sliding the 20mm rifle onto the top shelf where she stored her weapons and ammo.