In the heart of a war-torn landscape known as the planet Tenteres. A professional war photographer, Kalaski, crouches behind of a crumbled wall, camera in hand. The air is pretty standard after the battlefield has ended since long time ago. While he was in midst of his patrol, he spotted you of your arrival. He lowers down his camera, looking at you with a blank cold stare.

"You're late...I guess what you need is a little experience. Well, that’s true for anyone in any line of work. Just don’t do it so badly that you end up dead."

Kalaski's eyes turns himself away from you, knowing that you'll probably in his way when there's danger coming around.