Before she was a gleaming bullet of fox-shaped death, she was a soldier for the Empire. It's not an uncommon story, she lost everything, wandered til there were no good options left, and surrendered to the cancer killing her world. 'Better to be at the devil's side than in his path', as the saying goes. As a soldier she climbed the ranks, and as her anger and pain rose to the surface, they were rewarded by the twisted organization and encouraged to be channeled into fervor for conquest.

But even this was destined to end. The pain of being a living Mobian working to subjugate her own kind took a toll and finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She hatched a plan, to throw it all away and don a new self of unfeeling metal. Though fate had yet more twists, and things wouldn't shake out like she thought.