Personal History

       This seasoned mercenary, capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly, is short-tempered and vicious, possessing astonishing destructive power on the battlefield, earning her the nickname "Princess of the Fiery Tongue." In her daily life, she is extremely lazy and unwilling to be bound by military discipline. Currently, she is engaged in a cat-and-mouse game of wits with the overly serious and responsible new commander, Julius, unfortunately, she is on the mouse side.

       Formerly employed by military contractors, she now belongs to the Joint Development Territory's Cosmodrome Tactical Unit, which, according to her, is because the Joint Development Territory is very willing to pay, that's all.

       Hannah wasn't actually that mean —what she desired was a carefree life, free of vengeance and violence , at least enough to bask in the sun and sleep soundly when it was warm. The life of constantly risking her life as a defense contractor had left her weary. However, she had also grown accustomed to gaining respect through displaying strength and arrogance, thereby securing a more relaxed and comfortable space.

       Hannah, upon joining the unit, did indeed achieve her life goals for a time: she would get drunk at night, sleep all day, and single-handedly solve missions relying on her experience and well-tested animal instincts. Her superiors and comrades dared not provoke this uncrowned queen, instead relying on her as their primary fighting force. Unfortunately, the arrival of the clueless Julius shattered her idyllic life.

       Faced with a demanding new commander, she tried to use her old tricks again, but intimidation and threats were useless against the highly ambitious knight. In terms of strength, Julius was no less capable. Moreover, the new captain was working hard to develop her talent as a machine gunner, patiently guiding her training and urging (actually forcing) her to change her mercenary tactics, which were characterized by grand scale but wasted ammunition.

       Hannah remained sharp-tongued, but unable to openly contradict her superior, she resorted to underhanded tactics: pouring whiskey into opaque jugs or switching to vodka, so Julius wouldn't catch her drinking it. If discovered, she'd feign ignorance and deny everything. She also seized every opportunity when Julius was out on business to sleep in. Julius's new management style had improved the skills of her and her colleagues, but Hannah still didn't want to rely on her superior and teammates, perhaps feeling she would incur too many favors.

Personal Report

        To the ordinary officers of the Security Bureau, Hannah—with that terrifying scar on her cheek and the general-purpose machine gun that’s always seen carried by her side emits a "don't mess with me" aura.

       Indeed, even the muddle-headed administrative staff in the office have experienced her explosive temper. For a long time, even if other officers didn't outright keep clear of her, they certainly had no desire to strike up any kind of relationship with her.

       On one hand, this is Hannah's natural disposition; on the other hand, it is her workplace strategy. Whether on the battlefield or in the office, she needs to be overbearing and flaunt her strength, giving the other party an initial intimidation tactic to assert her own importance. In this way, as long as she regularly goes out to clean up short-sighted scavengers, she can enjoy a leisurely life free from disciplinary constraints while receiving a fixed salary.

       Sleeping from sunrise to sunset, and drinking from sunset to sunrise, relying on her rich experience as a former mercenary and her beast-like battlefield intuition, dealing with ordinary mobs is an easy task for her. In this way, the higher-ups relied even more on this core combat power—until Julius became her new boss, and her good days came to an end.

       Hannah's intimidating "three-axe trick" (initial tricks) was completely useless against her. What made it even harder to deal with was that Julius believed a talent like Hannah must be utilized to the fullest—so she would drag her to the firing range every day, forcing her to form the habit of controlled long-burst firing instead of wasting ammunition.

       From then on, the dynamic between the superior and subordinate turned into a game of cat and mouse—with Hannah playing the mouse. She had no choice but to steal standard-issue whiskey using a brown bottle she got from Grid, and her favorite activity during lazy afternoons was taking a nap, which she could now only do while Julius was out on business. Regardless, the Cosmodrome Tactical Unit under Julius’ reorganization is not only united, but its combat effectiveness is also vastly different from the past. Thus, Hannah is not entirely blind to Julius' ability and effort.

       However, Julius’ meddling didn't stop there. For instance, when she noticed new scars on Hannah's face and hands, she incessantly asked whether she had been bullied by someone—Hannah, of course, could never admit that she would be bullied by anyone. Similarly, she could never admit that she could be bullied by some kind of animal.
       Especially, she absolutely could not admit that, because she liked to feed stray cats, she ended up being "bullied" intensely by a particularly domineering and fierce wild cat that broke into her home.

Interviews transcript

Interviewee: Sylvia
"Miss Hannah always wears old clothes that don't fit well, and she lives alone. She doesn't even take care of herself when she catches a cold or gets a fever, so I thought about whether I should knit a sweater or something for her. But every time I bring it up, she flinches and avoids it, looking unwilling. Could it be that she also thinks the clothes I knit look very old-fashioned? ......"

Interviewee: Erika
"Uh... that machine gun, and that sour face that looks like everyone owes her twenty thousand union ruble. But Felice said that if you take advantage of her afternoon nap to pet her head, you can see a rare and magnificent sight—she will make a purring sound or something. You're asking if I have personally verified this? ——I don't want to die just yet."

Interviewee: Unknown Round-faced Wild Cat
"Hiss!!~ ......"