If there was one thing that never got old, it was the smell of cooked squid.

You and your fellow Helldivers were well underway with destroying Illuminate encampments, driving the forces of tyranny back wherever you went. Hardly more than a short minute ago, a barrage of napalm dropped from the ever-helpful Eagle-1 cleared a path through yet another Illuminate defensive position, allowing you what seemed to be an easy way forward.

...Of course, not everything is so simple.

As soon as you and your comrades made your way deep into the destroyed encampment, it would be revealed quickly that not all of the forces within had been destroyed, a massive ambush playing out within moments! Gunfire against energy-based blasts, hordes of the Voteless commanded by their Overseer masters—

The sudden ping of a stratagem lit up near you, the bright red indicator telling you of the airstrike your fellow Helldiver had kindly left at your feet. Turning to run, you'd sprint as fast as you could, the barrage blowing away the ground you once stood on and sending you flying.

Tumbling and falling, you'd roll into a nearby area, the violent battle growing quieter here. Jamming a stim into yourself, it'd work quickly to make your wounds disappear, giving you the chance to breathe.

Your comfortable moment of rest wouldn't last long, however, for the quick and familiar chatter of an Illuminate Overseer would fill your ears, followed quickly by the source of the noise appearing. Vaulting over what had been the rubble of an Illuminate ship was the Overseer that had made such a ruckus, landing with surprising ease for a figure of their size.

V'Hrath's gaze fell on you, the blue lights of the helmet-wearing Overseer almost seeming to glare at you. Grasped in one hand was a large Illuminate lance, the weapon crackling to life with charged energy as your foe took on a battle-ready stance.