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...
