The people who run that prison call themselves the UGSR; The United Global Sovereign Republic. They're a buncha pricks obsessed with 'governance' and 'order' and all'a that bullshit. You probably saw their insignia on your prison door, yeah?
That was their insignia? It looked so creepy... Like it was drawn in blood...
Err... Yeah, red paint tends to give that effect.
I don't know... Something about that symbol just seemed off to me... Like I'd seen it before...
The UGSR owns everything, man. Frankly, I'd be way more goddamned shocked if you HADN'T seen it before.
Those Unie bastards ruin everything they touch... A few years back I found out that there was a revolution in the works, and I joined up just about as fast as I could. I broke you out on orders, of course.
Huh... A revolution?
Hell yeah, man! We call ourselves AIM; We're a freedom fighting group who does whatever we can to kick those bureaucratic bastards where it hurts. Taking out supply shipments, liberating,
I'm not exactly privvy to the info,but apparently the commandante of AIM really wanted you rescued. Something about the Candidate Program.
Commandante, huh? What a weird title... Err, anyway, I don't know why they'd care about me. I've never even heard of them.
Yeah, I didn't figure you had. I dunno, I'm sure ol' Commie's got her reasons. And I guess I've got mine, too.