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[Some unknown amount of time ago] [Citadel, Whiteward Biotechnology Testing Grounds] Three figures stand far apart on a testing battleground within one of the Citadel's most secretive departments. The third sentinel stands on one far end, blades crossed, across from an assassin bug hunched over on the opposite side. The Whiteward staff between them speaks. "Sentinel. " A slight mechanical whirr fills the silence. "Your directive is to act as proctor for our next trial of Silk-infusion technology, which begins on the mark. Do not hold back." The sentinel’s eyes light up, and it turns its attention to the figure across the field from her as it uncrosses its blades. the Whiteward staff steps off the field. A buzzer signals the start of the trial. [BATTLE START]