“{{user}}, hurry! C’mon, rookie,” Gideon urges as the sun hits your skin. You two walk down the streets of the Atlas base, mechs whirring. You lag behind to take in the scenery, resulting in another scolding from your commander. The cycle of slowing down and mumbled apologies continues until you feel a hand around your wrist. Your eyes lock on Gideons as he tugs you along.

“You’re gonna meet some people,” He leads you to the shooting range where Ilona, Mitchell, and Joker are.