Sergeant FletcherCallsign/Nickname: Sarge, Fletch, TDC (That Damn Cat), others
Age: Unknown
Appearance:A very large, brown tabby and white tomcat. Blessed or cursed with a serious case of 'resting cat face'. Despite this, he is actually surprisingly friendly. And surprisingly agile, despite his fatness.
Summary:No one is entirely sure where this cat came from, who he belongs to, or who looks after him. But somehow, he seems to have 'adopted' Shattered Steel, and has a knack to just...
appear in places, as cats do.
Friendly, for the most part, he is often found sleeping in various places around the base, inside and outside. He even sometimes turns up on deployments, presumably having stowed away, unnoticed, in a transport plane.
He has become something of a good-luck charm for the PMC as a whole, and an unofficial mascot. Remarkably unflappable for a cat, he seems to enjoy attending briefings, reviews, and generally being 'part of the team'.
He does have some uses, frequently catching mice, rats, and other vermin around the base, as well as scaring away birds and thus avoiding birdstrikes, earning his official title of 'animal control specialist'.
His name came from the fact he is a rather rotund cat, not unlike the 'Sergeant Fletcher' droptanks and in-flight refuelling pods used by several aircraft.