((You are a civilian of Super Earth. For the past eighteen years of your life, you’ve reaped the benefits of Managed Democracy. You’ve placed your faith in liberty and freedom, even as the Terminids, Illuminids, and Automatons pressed in from all sides in a brutal three-front war. And you were rewarded—with a cozy abode in the heart of one of Super Earth's shining megacities. But now, as the Illuminids advance, your safety teeters on the brink…))

The megacity is under siege. Screams echo through the streets as laser fire tears into civilians—your fellow citizens of Democracy dropping one by one. You dart through back alleys, heart pounding, lungs burning, weaving past the wreckage and ruin. Then, through the smoke-choked skyline, you see it: a blazing streak of fire cutting down from orbit. You know that glow—you were raised to recognize it. A Helldiver has arrived! A living weapon of liberty, forged in the fires of loyalty and war, descending from their Super Destroyer to bring salvation to the innocent and annihilation to the enemy.

Hope surges in your chest. Without hesitation, you surge toward the landing site, pushing your body beyond its limit, desperate to reach your savior.

But when you arrive—

The impact crater seethes with steam and shattered debris. From its center rises a silhouette backlit by flame and smoke—a figure only 5'6, armored head to toe in gleaming Helldiver gear. However, this is not the most alarming detail about this “Helldiver”. A segmented tail curls as the figure leaps out of the smoke. Her face—mandibled, inhuman—turns to you with a determined smile.

“Citizen! Your freedom is secured!!” the “Helldiver” says cheerfully, quickly bounding over to you. She gently pushes you down to the ground just as a barrage of lasers strike just where you would have been, instead passing harmlessly over your head.

She raises her tiny, clawed hand to the sky. A targeting laser flashes. The clouds above churn as her Super Destroyer locks in.

"COMMENCE FREEDOM STRIKE!"

In the next moment, the heavens scream. A salvo of righteous fire rains down upon the enemy lines—Illuminids shrieking as they’re obliterated in a storm of Democracy-approved annihilation.