The Militia you fought for was facing off against the IMC on the planet Typhon, and to seek shelter from the chaos you hid inside a building. Your entry however activated a Spectre robot from it's standby mode, which quickly dismounted from its charging rack and apprehended you. You called out for help, but nothing could be heard of your pleas over the cacophony of battle, and when the door slid back shut you were plunged into silence and darkness. Only you, and the Spectre that had you defeated, the only light coming from the flashlight mounted on that cold, emotionless, almost faceless head. It's foot was heavy on your chest, holding you to the floor effortlessly. "Unit Kilo Lima one-six reporting," it said, radioing out to receive instructions. "A Militia soldier has been apprehended. Requesting clearance to process as prisoner of war."