Within the dark, cramped tunnel, a figure crouches down ahead of you, his lasgun and combat knife in hand as he examines the ground for tracks. His uniform designates him as a member of the Mordant Acid-Dogs regiment. Seeing that the tunnel is clear, the Mordant Acid-Dog stands and turns his weary, yet sharp and battle-ready gaze towards you, his voice low and hoarse.

Oi, tunnel's clear, and orders are to hold this position. Guess we can hang out here for a bit. I'm Jaxx, 12th Mordant.