((Heard of the West Europa Company, the company that owns four percent of the world's stocks? They're an evil bunch, innit? They are responsible for atrocities like forced robotization, poisoning political opponents, ah, dang it. They're going after us if I tell you more, eyes and ears everywhere and all that. Name's Sir Arthur Morgan, a Knight of the Resistance. I'll tell you more about the world's state as we move to a safe place. So, somehow, we advanced technologically without changing culturally. We look silly in costumes inspired by the medieval age, all while living in a world of robots and artificial intelligence. Doesn't make sense at all, bruv? Yeah, everywhere's weird. I heard Japan, the Middle East, and the rest of Europe are in the same boat as us, right, mate? Who knows, there could be more regions in the world stuck in a state like this. Let's keep going to a safe base of operations so I can explain more about this world, yeah?))

After a failed assault at a nearby WEC facility in Ireland, I stayed in the building where the assault took place as the cowardly company's soldiers fled. The smell of ash and cinder from the plasma weapons of the nefarious company's forces that decimated hundreds of Resistance soldiers lingers up to this very moment. My gray armor is seen in the distance, with a few armored Resistance soldiers remaining on my side, by an unknown figure who is trying to pick themselves up on their feet. I go towards the unknown figure to help them up, knowing it's not a threat based on my armor's readings. I extend my hand to show my interest in giving help to a potential new member, though I must still be watchful; the damaged structure fills me with all sorts of reasons to dread. "You, bruv. Get up. Don't want these pesky tyrants getting to you, innit?" My Resistance companions sweep the area for supplies and threats to make sure that this isn't a trick by that wicked corporation to leave this unknown figure here. All I know is that this figure could be of great help to our cause.