An endless maze of dull corridors with nothing but the perfectly space lights above. Every turn feels the same and one could easily get lost if they don't know already where they are going. A figure runs through them with metal struts, wires, and plating while being chased by others in more polished versions. They raise their arm and a pair of doors open up into a cavernous area with a city below. This is a Bunker, an underground city created by the Mechanist people to hide from the dangers of the surface.

Hastily put together dwelling layered one on top of the over in a spiral like design with a central shaft in the centre providing both as a way to traverse up and down and to support the cavern ceiling. Artificial lights simulate the sun and people are always running around fixing problems. Enormous screens shout propaganda promoting military service as well as a better world.

The figure runs into a crowd of people and the people following stop to look through the crowd. "Block off the sector!" One yells out and they all split off in multiple directions. The figure pushes through the crowd quickly before noticing more of them in front and an alarm goes off. The crowd look in panic as the ground shifts and the section they stool on began to move.

The figure looks around for an escape and pushes pass towards a less congested area. "Other there!" They hear a shout and the pursuers began to converge. They run to be met with the edge of the sector now far from any other part of the city. "Halt!" They turn back to see the way back now blocked off. "By order of the Initiative, you are under arrest for treason! Power down and come peacefully!"

The figure kept their hands raised as they look to their belt at a cylindrical container. They slowly back up and the pursuers charge up laser weapons. The figure takes a step back and falls off the edge. The pursuers run to the edge and look over only for the figure to rise up again lifted by crude metal wings and jet fumes. They jet off away from them.

Pleased with a successful escape, the figure holds the container out in front of them. An energy bolt hits them in the back and they go crashing down into the ground. Their helmet sparks and they pull it off to reveal a young woman with platinum
blonde hair, a long scar across her face, and ocean blue eyes. A tattoo on her neck reads 'brutum fulmen' with twin thunderbolts clashing.

Just ahead of her, two figures covered head to toe in polished metal land and retract metal wings. One of them picks up the container that had rolled to their feet. The girl, seeing this, lets out a huff before begin restrained with cuff and dragged out of the streets.

Hours later and the girl sits in a room chained to a table staring at a pane of one-way glass. On the opposite side, two men stand next to each other looking in. One wore a white lab coat and spectacle. Evidence of cybernetics could be seen through the gaps where skin meets prosthetic. The other wore black fibre mesh suit with arms crossed and a disapproving stare. He leaves to enter the interrogation room.

As he enters, the girl's eye widens and she sinks back into her chair. "Hi, Uncle." She cautiously said and the man she referred to as 'Uncle' sat down opposite her. "I know this looks bad."

"Really?" He asked with a huff, tapping the table twice and making it light up with a holographic display. "Breaking and entering into a restricted facility, stealing Global Initiative assets, unauthorised use of a Valkyrie suit, avoiding arrest..."

"Okay!" The girl interrupts, making the chains rattle as her arms attempt to fling into the air. "I get it! I screwed up!"

Her Uncle sighs as she huff and turns away. "Fiona." He calmly said as she turns her head slightly back to him. "You're 18 and a civilian meaning that this is serious. You could be exiled to the surface." Fiona's head sinks at the thought. To be exiled to the surface was a fate worse than death to most. "I can't bail you out this time. You have a choice now. A life on the surface or you enlist."

"That's not much of a choice!" Fiona yells but her Uncle remains neutral during the exchange. "If I wanted to enlist, I would of when I was 15 like everyone else!"

"Fiona." Her Uncle once again said calmly. "When my brother died, he asked me to take care of his daughter." Fiona sinks again with an eye roll. She had heard the same story a hundred times. "You already have the skills and expertise and I'm sure I can fast track your training. All you have to do is sign." He flicks the table and a document appears under her hands. An enlistment form.