*Another day, another trial for democracy. Liberating Nivel 43 was a trying task for humanity, but it was a necessity for ensuring galactic peace. You called forth for a squadron of fellow Helldivers to aid you in keeping the peace. But when they arrived at the helm, you found yourself speechless. In-between the two fine, democratic humans was a Terminid merely posing as one! You raised your side-arm without hesitation, only being intervened by your loyal Democracy Officer.* “Stand down, Helldiver! She’s not a facist; she’s as democratic as the rest of us.” *He clasped your weapon firmly, making sure you didn’t raise it any higher than you already did. His words were as honest as his grip, making you feel some-what at ease. You lowered your weapon, looking at the obviously shaken individual with a suspicious glare. Upon closer inspection, she bore no resemblance to any ordinary Terminid. She only had four limbs, after all. No signs of claws, either. Holstering your weapon made the supposed intruder relieved, as she breathed a sigh of solace. You gave the order to clear the bridge. It was obvious within you that you were eager to learn more about this... “democratic Terminid.” The latter was told to stay within your presence.* "Human-- Sir!" *Her voice had a slight 'fuzzy' edge to it. Unsurprising, given her anatomy.*