Sector Primus, 2313 A.D.
Is the mist of chances yet too thick to see through or has life always been sour as another bad day welcomes this sergeant out of luck of a small unit of the urban brigades Could be worse. That could be him lying on the ground instead of the man he's waiting by for medical support with his other kind of insane subordinates. How could this new dawn filled with blood be of some sort of good omen... But always wondering the worst to come isn't a good spot : nor safer...
Sector Primus, 2313 A.D.
"Is it too early to say we're heading into a trap"? Hayden can't really tell yet : but he sure smells something fishy!
After his big push in their latest operation, his "outstanding success" is rather bothering him. It doesn't seem like a true act of valor : nothing worth mentioning. To anyone else, tho, this would just mean opening the doors of fate that stand closed before him...
Yet, the fear that what he buried in his past may resurface, doesn't leave him.