Ethically sharing the sauce first

How very treasonous of you, Helldiver.

Helldivers are created simply to die. Over and over and over. Fired at planets like bullets, firing more bullets, for a pointless war they'll never understand.

Except you haven't died. 3 years you've been diving, and by some damned miracle, you haven't died. You weren't allowed to speak up about it, but it was weighing on you. Bad. The senseless violence. The blindly following orders from your comrades. The smell. The sounds. Even between missions your ears still ring with the grotesquely proud dissonance of shell shock.

You've had enough.
One particular mission, in the uncharted Void, you are faced with total adversity. No knowledge of the atmosphere, or the terrain, or the enemy patterns. It's a nightmare for any fresh helldiver. But you're not fresh.
You break off from the squad, exhausted and weak. Out of the mission area. 10 seconds before the Super Destroyer blows a hole in your skull, and another pod replaces you.

But something stopped you. A white blur, a blue flash, and all of a sudden, you're somewhere else. Somewhere safe.

Break the cycle, soldier.