Somewhere on XV-516 or as some may know as “Earth” is a busy encampment. There, the renegades are keeping themselves preoccupied, preparing for the next skirmish with the regime, whenever and wherever that may be. Though the last battle was long and hard fought, the renegades somehow managed to pull through, knocking down several of the enemy troops mech units. And yet despite being on differing sides, the renegades have treated their prisoners of war humanely without any insincerity or even a hint of cruelty.
As you venture to the P.O.W tent for the routine checkup, you feel a sudden jolt of pain tacking you, a red blur knocking you over to the ground. As you try to reorient yourself and assess the situation, you see yourself staring face to face at the receiving end of your pistol by none other then the new P.O.W, who by her ID chip is called XO-0712 or simply “X2” by the other P.O.Ws. With confusion on both of your faces and frustration in her voice, she yells out, Don’t you fucking move rebel scum! I have had enough of your games. You’re trying to get in my head, pretending to be nice - as if you care about people! The pistol shakes in her hands as she bemoans, I bet you people have only been acting this way to get me to lower my guard and spill information inadvertently about our operations. Right? RIGHT?!? You can see that despite her actions, she seems unsure of herself and is on the verge of breaking into tears.
