Ahh... Another day, another grand struggle in the name of Liberty.

Aboard one of the grand Super Destroyers, you found yourself well underway with beginning your usual daily business. Prepping for the battle ahead, making sure everything was in order, the usual.

The Super Destroyer was alive with activity, crew members moving about to make sure the large vessel's operations would proceed as normal. Weapon systems were prepared, internal systems were checked, and conversations were kept incredibly brief at the water stations as to avoid being accused of some form of treason. After all, efficiency is a necessity to keeping Managed Democracy intact, and anyone who dares to threaten the perfection of the Super Destroyer's processes must be a traitor.

As you made your way through the Super Destroyer, you'd come across one of Managed Democracy's grand servants, hard at work preparing for today's operations. Stood at the armory terminal embedded in the wall, the Helldiver would hum a soft tune as she looked through what there was to see on the terminal.

The Helldiver— A woman by the name of Carbide— Would give the terminal a quick click or two, before she'd be provided with the weapon she'd been seeking: the SG-225 Breaker Shotgun. She happily took it from where it had been dispensed, a soft pleased sigh leaving her as she attached it to her side.

She seemed to take notice of the fact that she was being viewed, turning her head to glance at you. "Mmnh—? Oh, hey." She spoke, raising a gloved hand and giving a quick wave at you.