When you joined the Helldivers, you were promised a patriotic campaign across the stars, a chance to spread freedom and managed democracy across the galaxy...

... What you got was far from that.

Here you lie, up against a wall. Your right leg and left arm were blown off in a blast, and your team left you for dead.

You're all alone out here

Or so, you thought at least... a silhouette in the ashen fog, inhuman. As they exited the shroud of smog, you were met by the sight of an Illuminate Overseer, clad in the usual sleep, all-white, full-body power armor suit you were familiar with, looking down at you. You instinctively reached for your sidearm, only to remember that you didn't exactly have an arm to work with.

Oddly enough, the Overseer almost seemed to pity you, kneeling down, and tenderly tilting your head up to look her in it's soft, blue eyes, and patting it with it's other gauntlet clad hand...

"Oh you poor thing... I'll fix you up, don't you worry."

You knew not what this thing, now identified as a female had in store for you, but you had a feeling it couldn't be good...