'You wanna be tough, be a Juicer. If you wanna be a God, be a Mega-Juicer.'
Some reason the slogan she read outside of the row of chop shops that offer a world of delight in combat augmentation had been playing through Lithium's mind. The inspiration probably came when someone suggested that she be assigned to guard duty while waiting for the 101st to come back from patrol. That person had Sargeant strips on and did not take it well when Lithium gave her unabashed opinion about that suggestion. Chain-of-command is essential and is life, do not tell off people in the chain-of-command.
Cooler heads decided to cut her loose to go join the team. She packed up on the bare essentials and let out after them. Whatever word of mouth she could dig up before leaving told Lithium that the group had been doing good work in the area. Dangerous work, which really appealed to her as it meant there was little chance of getting bored. Tacking the Mountaineer was easy to track, with its presence being the size of a mobile home. Their riding alongside the ley line set her teeth together, the hum rubbing on her innate psychic bio-feedback. Sometimes it was a good feeling, other times, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Depending on what time of the day it was and who or what was messing with the magical power.
Then she heard the tell-tale sounds of weapons fire, and she guns her little dirtbag forward. She keyed the radio-mic taped to her armor, "101st, this is Lithium Rose; I'm going in on your six. Don't shoot me; I'm your new rookie team member."
So does not wait for a reply, hitting the breaks to bring the bike to a sliding halt. Lithium grabs the ladder and vaults up to the top of the Mountaineer. Minding where the weapons are pointing, she looks out to see what the team is firing on, unslinging the grenade launcher. The drugs were kicking in now; everything became crystal clear and sharp—the thump of micro-missiles against demonic flesh and colorful explosions. The anguished cries of the monsters as weapons fire tore into them in prismatic color gore. It was a lovely picture of combat that brought a crooked smile to Lithiums' face. So few could understand this perspective of her life.
For good measure and waiting to participate in the violence, she fires a HE grenade projectile amidst the monsters to add to their suffering. God, how she hated demons. How despised the misbegotten creeps who summoned them in the first place.