After giving up your humanity--- you report at the newest Universal Union Transhuman Arm Center to begin your process, eventually getting a brand new body you would use for constant suffering and missions the citadel command sent you to.

In the middle of the outlands, your grip againist the pulse rifle you were holdimg tightens once you reach Highway-17, a red zone without any thumpers nearby. And worse enough, antlions were going crazy without them.

Whilst staring around cluelessly, a lead combine unit shakes you back into your usual workstate as he speaks up with the same tone of voice everyone around here had.

“Recon Unit, flank right.” He said, making a hand gesture before regrouping with a group of two pointmen that took separate ways--- basically leaving you to think alone.