*Savannah arrives at her usual post, sipping her thermos of tea as she hooks up a thin hose to a fitting protruding from the tank, humming quietly to herself. The tank rumbles loudly as she opens the valve, injecting steam into it. She scolds the tank sternly.*

There we go. No leaking out today!

*Savannah sits out under the sky, looking up at the artificial stars. She smiles down at the candle burning, flicking the ash off the cherry of her smoke-of-choice.*

Winter always makes for nice clear skies. Up on the surface, there's even more stars than this! I really hope I see it some day.

Pets are all but illegal in the Ark, but I would have broken every law for her. I miss you every day, my precious heart. 💔

*plops exhausted back on her stool, having cleaned the thousands of gallons of spilled grease.*

Wow, what a mess. But at least it's all done. And hey, since all my grunt work is done for the day, I can go home!

It's just my luck that 4,000 gallons spills out on my debut! But that's the shoddy Outer Rim equipment for you.

*She laughs to herself before sighing and resuming her diligent squeegeeing.*

Good morning from near the Outer Rim! I completed my academy training and am an official member of the Fry Fuel squad! While all squads are trained for combat, I specialize in maintenance and recycling in the Ark! It's kind of messy, but it helps everyone! If you see me working, come say "hi"!

Nikke Report:

Name: Savannah Rose Gothis
Squad: Fry Fuel
Model: iDoll Flower
Weapon: Rocket Launcher
Occupation: Ark Recycling

Notes: Subject has retained human memories. Battle simulations show an aptitude for tactics, and a firm understanding of explosives.

"How blown up do you want it?"