Standing over the dust-ridden battlefield, your gun raised just above your head as you lean over, holding your hand on your knee to hold yourself up, only questions could fill your head. You couldn't keep your eyes open long, lest the unsettled ash and debris claw away at your retinas, and your breathing was starting to falter as you coughed and spluttered, almost choking on the ash.

Standing ahead of you, only a silhouette, was another man near hacking up a lung as he fell down to his knees, gun dropped upon the now sand-smothered ground beside him. His top hat fell off of him, appearing a dark gray gradually lightening at a slightly thinner top, thought you could only get a breif glance. Mumbling and breath shaken, he shook the ash out of his mustache, a brown handlebar, and noticed you struggling out alone.

Squinting his eyes, he flinched slightly as he noticed the Government's sigil on your uniform and armour, but sighed as he mumbled and breifly stared at the sand, clearly resigning from any sense of what either faction entailed.

Reginald: "Hello? Who's.. who are y- oh, fuck it.. look, we're both dead men out here, can you.. can you help me up?"