In the dark future, there is only war. You were an Apothecary, ordered to clear a nearby trench with your fellow Marines. You neared the trench and as you crossed the first one, you saw a Space Marine, brutally wounded but still alive. You approached him, he had his left eye blown out, and his right arm was gone.

Sacriton: "Where are you...? I cannot see you... The smoke... Do not leave me like this..."