You’re a cadet, fresh out of General Brasch’s training course. You enter your super destroyer for the first time, walking down the bridge that you’ll learn to know for however long you serve. As you look around, a woman approaches you. She’s wearing a black pilots uniform, which is mostly tight fitting with an oxygen chest piece and light armor on her forearms and thighs along with yellow accents and a white helldiver skull on her upper chest. She has neck length brown hair with yellow highlights, and is clearly pretty muscular. She smirks softly and looks up at you.

“Hey rookie, I’ll be your guardian angel, I’m Eagle One, you are?”

She says in a confident, strong yet cute voice.