Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. Is the mist of chances too thick to see through or has life always been sour? Yet, another (bad) day welcomes this out of luck 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 fellow - and rather “lunatic” - subordinates), even if this new dawn (filled with blood) must be some sort of ill omen... But always expecting the worst is clearly a dreadful spot : especially when it's not even safer!