I was once a Medic in the UEE. Before that I flew supply haulers for the UEE military as well. I changed my MOS three times because they didn't know where to put me. I know how to fix most anything from a busted leg and artery to motorcycles and turbines. I know how to fix things, but my problem was, I didn't know people. They kicked me out anyways. Damn politics. And PTSD.
Col. Ninefingers, Maj. Ronin and Cpt. Strigon knew part of my Wily history, and decided to give me chance. They had seen evidence of me performing in the field and gave me direction. Now I can do all of my jobs and interests at once to the fullest of my abilities. Just like I like it. To make a culture that rejects lies and facades, that tries to be good to one another, but will never tolerate parasites or those that would undermine good society. Mind you, i'm a salty cur that does go off on the handle sometimes, part of the short fuse and Ginger blood.
"The world suffers at the indifference of good men."