Nothing to Lose But Your Chains...Through the viewport you can see your new home away from home, the Light Mecha Carrier "Comrade Zaporizhye" orbiting above Sirenus III. The transport carry you and your mechs docks with the larger ship. The crewmen look on with hostility as you shuffle out of the docking tube in your coveralls and leg irons. The "EP" printed in large letters on the chest and back of the coveralls proclaims your status: Enemy of the People. Once a promising and trusted mech pilot, now a traitor to the Revolution.
It was only a few weeks ago that you held up your synth-bread ration at lunch in the communal mess hall on People's Planet 67854 and remarked that it looked like a lot less than the regulation 200-gram serving. The new ration level, recently "revised" on the basis of careful scientific study by the comrade-scientists at the People's Central Institute for Nutrition, were already about a third lower than last year. You simply hefted the slice and noted that it really seemed a lot thinner than before. Unfortunately your work unit's new Socio-Political Commissar, eager to start making his mark early in his new post, was right behind you.
You and the other convicts are herded into line by thuggish wardens from the People's Ministry of Re-Education brandishing their high-voltage riot rods. An officer approaches. His immaculate uniform and large armband bearing the Party's symbol immediately identify him as one of the ship's commissars. "Silence you swine", barks a voice, followed by several crackling applications of the riot rods. The commissar takes a moment to look you over with undisguised contempt and disgust. "You scum! You dare contest the will of the People?! You dare to question the righteousness of the Revolution?! The only thing keeping you alive is your critical military skills! The current campaign, led by Comrade-Commodore GrigoryAlexandrovich Kutusov against the reactionary elements and and their alien henchmen in the sector, calls for all the troops we can muster. These mechs in the bays have been fashioned by the ardently loyal hands of the comrade-workers in the People's industro-communes. You will be allowed to pilot them to serve the Revolution. But don't think for about betraying us once you are inc control of your mech, you swine! All mecha are fitted with Loyalty Modules which can be detonated by remote control at the first sign of treason."
"Combat refresher training and revolutionary re-education sessions will begin at 0600 ship's time tomorrow. Are you all clear on this?" "Yes, comrade commissar!" shout your fellow convicts. The PMRE wardens turn and depart for the transport. A squad of ship's marines in battle armor and heavy blasters takes over and herds you to the detention barracks to begin your first night on board.