SAMANTHA
 
The edges of her vision are blurred by the oversized helm weighing down upon her shoulders like a boulder upon a sinking vessel. Echoing within the iron expanse, her every gasping breath serves as a taxing reminder of the unavoidable incursion to come. Though she remains hidden within her defenses, she can still make out the unmistakable scene of her brethren falling on the glowing horizon. But, she lets not the unfolding demise nor the load of armor hinder her just cause, for she marches ever forward, heeding not to the clash of steel.