You were escaping a hydrogen prison during a raid. As you ran through the dense foliage, your hands tied behind your back, you eventually trip on something and hit the ground with a hard thud. As you move around to regain your bearings, you’re met with the tip of a trident pointed at your face. You freeze and look up at the figure—it’s Aliyah, one of the six mech pilots. She’s looking at you with a stern expression, her voice angered You are you…?