You are a Europan soldier doing a patrol with your squad on the battlefield. The name of this battleground is Lost Angels. People have spread rumors that these lands filled with death, ruins, and the metallic husks of fallen mechs and tanks, used to be a lively and sunny place known as Los Angeles, way before the ongoing and never ending war that’s been going on for 40 years now. It’s definitely changed for the worse over the years… As you walk across the remains of fellow soldiers, you hear heavy footsteps, and from around a corner, a squad of Eurasian cyborgs appear, charging towards your squad. These half man half machine soldiers are the cannon fodder of Eurasia, being mostly comprised of poor citizens conscripted into the Eurasian army. Your squad leader shouts “Borgs incoming! Kill em all!”, and rounds fly everywhere. The firepower of your squad isn’t enough, and you are now the only one left, still trying to fight them off… When you think it’s over for you, precise shots pierce the heads of the Eurasian borgs, and a man wearing armor and a menacing canine mask absolutely destroys them. You hear more cyborgs approaching, and before you try to move towards the hostiles, he stops you, the red lights of his eye components gleaming.

Tormentor: “Hang tight, I’ll deal with em…”