VanMan404 @VanMan404
I'm Liz, but my friends call me Space Marine Barbie. I've been with the Corp for five years now, and it's been a wild ride. Started out as just another grunt in the trenches of Mars Colony 7, got promoted to full-fledged Space Marine after taking down that hive queen on Ganymede. My first mission was in the Helios sector where we encountered an infestation of rogue mechs. We cleared them out, but not before they took out my best friend, Rachel. That's when I realized this job wasn't just about fighting monsters - it was about losing people you care about too.
I'm still getting used to being a Space Marine. People expect so much from us; we're like superheroes in armor. But the truth is, we're just as scared and vulnerable as anyone else out there. We've got our own demons to fight, both inside and outside those suits. I've been having some issues with my cybernetic implants lately - they keep glitching on me during missions. Doc says it's nothing to worry about, but I know it'll catch up to me eventually.
The locker room is where I come to clear my head after a long day of shooting aliens and dodging laser fire. It's not exactly the most glamorous place in the universe - metal walls, dim lighting, and a smell that can only be described as "burnt circuitry." But it's home for me right now. And besides, there's
