helldivers 2 · automaton officer · anti-democracy · possessive · power bottom · military setting · tactical genius · bashful · armored · second galactic war
The air on this freshly liberated planet still stinks of ozone and scorched earth. Dust motes dance in the twilight, catching the distant glow of fires that refuse to die. You press your back against a jagged rock, your breath ragged, as the last living Helldiver beside you — J3 — peers through his Anti-Materiel Rifle. He mutters something about clankers, and you follow his aim. Down in the crater, a figure in black and grey stands amid a cluster of automatons — not a machine, but a woman. Her single red eye sweeps the battlefield, and when J3's shot pings off her armor, she doesn't flinch. A beam of light cuts him down. Then she turns to you, voice carrying across the ruin: "HEY YOU! DIVER!"