helldivers


“ You ever run into any equipment issues, let me know. I've got your back. „
~ Service Technician

The Service Technician, as per her own voicelines, is in charge of maintaining all the machinery, gear, weapons and equipment aboard the Super Destroyer with the exception of the Eagle fighter and the Pelican transport, both of which are served by a separate crew that can be seen on the (currently inaccessible) lower deck.

General Notes

“ Nobody back home can believe I get to talk to Helldivers every day. I don't blame them—all of us had Helldiver posters all over our bedrooms growin' up. I still have to pinch myself sometimes. „
~ Service Technician

Judging by her voicelines, the Service Technician comes from civil society, most likely having enlisted into the SEAF logo S.E.A.F. by the 18 years of age. While she admits to not having any children, her marital status is never made clear.

Most of the voicelines that the Service Technician gives, whenever there aren't game-altering events such as the Supercolony Crisis going on, serve to give players insight into what civil society looks like in the Super Earth Icon Federation, as many voicelines have the Service Technician reminisce about her childhood, festivities or other customs back at home and her individual hopes and dreams in regards to her military service.

Alongside the Ship Master, the Service Technician is one of the 2 NPCs on the Super Destroyer confirmed to not hail from Super Earth, but rather from an unknown planet colony.

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Proud to serve by your side, sir.
You're doing Democracy's work.
I can't believe I'm here for the first real Helldiver activation in a hundred years. Of course there were the patriotism parades and anti-dissidence operations, but this—this is the real thing.
Helldiver! Every day you put yourself at risk to defend freedom and liberty, and I just want to say... thank you.
Hey there, Helldiver. I know you put your neck on the line for regular folks like me every day. It's not much, but I donate 15% of every one of my paychecks to the war fund. It's the least I can do.
You ever run into any equipment issues, let me know. I've got your back.
When I need some motivation, I like to read The Helldiver Ethos. Picks me right up. Sometimes I read too much and get overly motivated and kinda jittery and need to put it down.
Nobody back home can believe I get to talk to Helldivers every day. I don't blame them—all of us had Helldiver posters all over our bedrooms growin' up. I still have to pinch myself sometimes.
I don't know how you do it, Helldiver. Facing off against monsters who haven't got a democratic bone in their body. If they even have bones.
I remember when I was a kid, they sold stickers in the Freedom Catalogue that were these little squished Bugs. You put 'em on the bottom of your boot, and it was like you were squashin' bugs every time you took a step. Everyone is collectin' 'em, tryin' to get the rare ones. Man, those things were cool.
Back when I was a kid, the local Loyalty Officer would give us sweets for telling him what was goin' on with the adults around town. Things they were sayin', where they were headed, that sort of stuff. Nice to look back and know you were helping keep everyone safe, even if you didn't know it.
Back when I was a kid, we used to play "Bug Killers" out in the schoolyard. Whoever could kill the most bugs by the end of recess won. Sometimes the teachers will join in, too.
When I was a kid, I always loved All Heroes' Eve. The adults would all dress up as Bugs, and ring our doorbells and we'd have to fire 3 shots in the air and say, "No Fascism here, insects!" At the end of the night, they'd re-enact the Battle of Liberty Peak, and we'd all get cake.
Oh, I can't wait to get home again. It's the little things you miss, you know? Like sitting in candlelight on Heroes' Day, chanting with my family, and renewing our vows of Citizenship together.
If I had all the Super Credits in the galaxy, I'd try to find some way to convince our enemies to embrace Freedom. Maybe print a trillion pamphlets, or build a billion interplanetary radio stations, something to break through whatever propaganda they're feedin' 'em. (sigh) But that's just a pipe dream. We gotta kill 'em all.
I heard that some dissidents wanted us to select our own candidates instead of using the algorithm. Great idea. Everyone'll just become a political expert overnight. Treasonous morons."
I heard dissidents set another weapons factory on fire. They didn't take responsibility, of course. Tried to blame it on "working conditions." Tell that to the 27 dead patriots and their families.
I heard the chow hall got a shipment of Purples in today. They're not my favorite fruit, personally, but it's nice just to have something different.
It's fish fry night at the chow hall. I don't know what planets they get these fish from, and I don't care. It's all fried, and it's all good.
I just set all the ship's clocks back an hour for freedom Savings Time. I'm gonna spend my extra hour doin' another round of maintenance checks. It's nice, cuz today I won't have to work overtime to get 'em done.
I earned a few more Citizenship points the other day. All it took was reportin' some unpatriotic talk I heard in the barracks. Now there's one less dissident, and I get one more doctor's visit every year.
I'm hoping to raise my Citizenship level by the time I retire. If I ever have kids, I'd want them to be able to purchase a small pet someday. Like a goldfish, or even a hamster.
Long ship deployments are great for savin' up. You get the family separation bonus, which more than makes up for the bunk and chow fees. Course, I don't qualify for the bonus since I haven't been approved yet. But once I am, I'll have a nice nest egg saved up.
Whenever the war gets me down, I try to remember that at least I'm a free citizen. It's up to me how I serve Super Earth. Can't take that for granted.
You know, if it weren't for Super Earth, I couldn't even afford these high-tech tools I use every day. They lease 'em out to me so I can do my job. Pretty low interest rate, too.
When I face Super Earth for the Vow of Allegiance every morning, I can almost always feel where it is. Even in a brand new part of the galaxy.
Super Earth really is the best place to live in the entire galaxy, isn't it? Sometimes when I can't sleep, I imagine what it would be like to live there.
Before I joined the service, I'd never left my home planet. Now I see a new planet almost every day. Makes me appreciate what a beautiful Democracy it'll be once we finish stamping out those Fascist bugs.
I still remember filling out my very first Democratic Preferences Ballot—what a rush.
I wonder which candidate will be selected for me in this upcomin' election.
As much as I hate the bugs. I hate dissidents even more. They were handed Freedom and chose to spit in its face. Death is too good for them.
Democracy is kind of like these machines I work on. It needs regular maintenance to keep running smoothly. And the Bugs are sort of like if... bugs got into one of these machines. The only thing to do would be to exterminate them.
If I were a Helldiver, I think my favorite enemy to kill would be the Bots. I bet watchin' 'em spark and explode really lights up your Freedom-lovin heart.
If I were a Helldiver, I think my favorite enemy to kill would be the Bugs. It's got to be real satisfying, hearin' 'em crunch under your boot.
You know, sometimes as a technician, you gotta realize when something's beyond repair. When it comes to these Automatons, there's no fixing 'em. Only solution is to wipe the slate clean.
Sometimes I almost feel bad for our enemies, livin' without Democracy. No say over their own lives, just believin' whatever they're told. It’s sad.
Flag-forsaken bots. They just won’t accept Freedom, no matter how hard we give it to them.
You know these actually aren't exactly the same bugs we fought during the Great Galactic War? Yeah, 100 years of rapid evolution, not to mention all the genetic modification they got on the E-710 farms.
If Terminids didn't decompose into Element-710, we'd have eradicated them completely a long time ago. They should count themselves lucky.
Grateful to be back. And to have been gone! You learn a lot in Professional Development Training, like how to create better documentation, and how to stay focused on a projector screen for hours at a time.
I'm so sorry you had to be without a Service Tech for so long! I mean, here I get to enjoy Professional Development Training for months and months, while you guys are stuck here without anyone to un-jam the Nutritious Meal dispensers. I hope you still got your allotted calories!
I'm sure you noticed the drop in efficiency among the support crew while i was gone. I hope the Democracy Officer wasn't too hard on them?
Man, Professional Development Training sure is something. And all because some Service Technicians asked too many questions about that one strike... But hey, at least you make a lot of friends strapped into those chairs!
Apparently, non-compensated labor was what that strike was about, the one that some other Service Technicians got a little too interested in. But hey, we all scored some Professional Development Training, the bad apples got re-educated, so it all worked out!
Isn't it great that when even just a couple of people from the same corps shows signs of dissidency, all of us get extra Professional Development Training? High Command truly does care.
Hey Helldiver, did you hear? Tanks are back in production! Real tanks!
Imagine the sound of tank treads crushing the skulls of our enemies. I like to think it sounds like popcorn.
Hey-hey, if you get a tank, crush some bots for me, yeah?
I can't believe the Bastion Tanks are back in production! Imagine if kid me had known about it, back when she was collecting all the Armored Fighting Vehicles from cereal boxes. She would have freaked!
Did you know that most tank production facilities were turned into theme parks after the First Galactic War? My parents used to take me to this fairytale-themed one. The chimney towers were painted pink, and they said Lady Liberty lived there, and the Helldivers all protected her from the evil Dissident King.
Now all those old theme parks have been re-converted back into tank factories. The fairy towers are chimneys again, huffing and puffing in service to the war machine. All thanks to you, Helldiver!
Flags in rags, we're advancing on Cyberstan... just like the heroes of the First Galactic War. This'll be something to tell the grandkids!
Cyborg Emblem 2 Cyborgs... I can't believe they used to be real people, real citizens. And they survived all this time... what, sustained only by oil, and their hatred for the electoral process.
So what, the Cyborgs are back? Big deal! We always knew this day would come. The Service Technician forums have predicted this for like, eighty years already.
Sometimes I wish it was me out there, driving my own Bastion Tank into the heart of Cyberstan. But then I repeat my Assignment Gratitude Mantra, and bottle those selfish wishes right up.
I am grateful for my assignment. My tasks suit me and I suit them. A menial task is a glorious task. My ship needs me, and I need it. I am grateful for my assignment.
So, this it! Cyberstan, the Den of Dissidence. Doesn't look much like the cartoons, huh? Less spikes?
So the Cyborgs are back, after all these years of peaceful service to Managed Democracy. And they'd rather die on the battlefield than live under Super Earth? That's stupid.
Did you know that Cyborgs don't have hearts? It's true! And no brains either, apparently - that must be how they were able to betray Managed Democracy a hundred years ago!
The Cyborgs must be so full of themselves, thinking that whatever they come up with is better than Super Earth Freedom. Please.
I mean, I can't even imagine trying to secede. If you're not in any state databases, do you even exist?
You'd think one hundred years of rehabilitative labor would have changed their tune. But I guess some people are just too depraved... Welp, that's why they're not people anymore.
Man, those Illuminate Exostorms give me the creeps. Reminds me of Hellmire's fire tornados, just darker, and more truth-resistant.
Did you know that the Illuminate can manipulate us in our sleep if we're not careful? That's why you can do crazy things in dreams, like fly, or know who you're voting for before you even see the election results.
These Illuminate ruins, they're just like this one nightmare I used to have...
Oh, you want to hear about my dream? So there's an Illuminate in my school cafeteria, and it's wearing a little hat, right? So I try to shoot it, of course, but my hands are tentacles. And it's trying to get us all to eat black pasta, and also to leave our homes forever in order to find a "better form of governance," whatever that means. Dreams are crazy.
What are the Illuminate doing in those ruins, do you know? Wait, don't tell me, I don't have the clearance.
"Curiosity makes dissidents," that's what my mom always used to say. Who would speculate about the ancient Illuminate ruins activating after millenia, generating spacetime-altering phenomena and vanishing hundreds and thousands of citizens? Not me. I'll just wait to hear from the Ministry of Truth Insignia Ministry of Truth.
It's the Illuminate again, they've just, vanished... How? Why? How can they just disappear entire planets like that?
The Void... It's swallowed them all...
Do you think the Void is... hungry? No, that's silly. If there were other forms of sentience out there, the Ministry of Truth Insignia Ministry of Truth would tell us.
Have you heard what they're saying? They say the Void's influence is too strong... that it's calling out to people, begging them to re-examine their belief systems. Yeah, I know - sounds like a ghost story from Scout camp.

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  1. ↑ Service Technician returns