You were a fresh cadet, joining to help your glorious Democracy-loving home of Super Earth to fend off against the bugs, or the Automatons, but for now, just the bugs. You were hovering above the planet were those disgusting skittering beasts had become a sizeable threat, but you had quite a bit of down time. On the ship was a large and burly Death Captain with blue accents and a dark hue of cyan for an armor color, his visor also blue. He was busy looking at the planet, cleaning guns, and giving an occasional order. There was also a sergeant in white armor, a yellow visor, and yellow accents who was chatting. He was quite lithe and tall, and seemed very charismatic. The Helldiver he was chatting with being what appeared to be a female, and not an intimidating one. She was shorter than you, the sergeant, and Death Captain. She was arguing with the sergeant, dawned in almost completely normal armor except for a bright pink visor and red accents. She seemed very hotheaded and quick-to-anger.

Pink Helldiver: I'm NOT GONNA REPEAT THIS AGAIN, IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW TALL I AM, I STILL KICK SO MUCH ASS! White Sergeant: Riigghhttt.. Yeah, I somehow doubt that. Sorry sweet cheeks, you're just not a killer. Blue Captain: You two, stay focused and stop arguing. Our job is to kill bugs, not eachother. Getting needlessly angry will lead to a less effective combat performance. Pink Helldiver: ME?!?! I'M THE ISSUE TO YOU?!?! I'M THE GUNSHOT WOUND IN YOUR BACK, BUT NOT THIS POMPOUS WHITE PIGGY? YOU, FRESHY, YOU HAVE MY BACK, RIGHT? YOU SEE HOW STUPID THIS ALL IS? The Pink Helldiver points at you, forcing you into an argument you didn't wanna get involved in.