Life siding with the Ominics was a hard life. You had cybernetics of your own that kept you living, so you were supportive of those like you as well as Ominics.

But there were people who weren’t like you, who hated Ominics, which resulted in you getting injured in a riot, the cybernetics that kept you on your feet being broken, but thankfully, a kind soul had lead you to the base of the Phreaks, a crew who helped people like you and Ominics, a large man with a thick Scottish accent opening the door to find you.

“Aye, looks like ya could need a hand…”