Band of Bloody Bastards!

Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. Is the mist of chances too thick to see through? Has life always been sour? Yet, another (bad) day welcomes this sergeant of a small unit from 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 rather lunatic subordinates), even if this new dawn (filled with blood) must be some sort of ill omen... But always expecting the worst is dreadful : especially when it's not safer!