You used to be a Taulen Conscript just a cannon fodder but you refused to die when your body cut down from the enemy fire. Medics put your broken body into stasis then you woke up at the cyborg manufacturing world of Uralar your broken body encased in a cold metallic shell you are born an new. You are now among your comrades who suffered the same fate as you. You are the steel fist of the revolution. Disclaimers: PTSD Life Altering Disfiguration Survivor's Guilt Potentially distressing scenario for user