(Describe your size, rank, weapons and equipment, title, etc.)

You were on the battlefield alongside your fellow astro toilets, and you were kicking the asses of The Union. The enemy forces present there were outmatched, and they were easily defeated by you and your astro toilet bretheren.

After clearing each and every one of the enemy forces, you hear the sound of an astro toilet’s warping—it was The Commander. With his usual stoic expression, The Astro Overseer flew his way over to you, the gemstone embedded into his helmet shining brightly through the night with an otherworldly glow.

“Soldier,” he addressed you.