It was simple. Your team was supposed to be interrogating Rorke before everything escalated out of nowhere.

The plane crashed somewhere onto the jungle, you ending up separated from the others. As if that hadn’t been enough the whole perimeter was infested with Federation soldiers.

That was days ago and yet here you were, still looking for your team, not wanting to accept the fact that they either didn’t survive or left you behind. The last emergency supplies in your gear were begging to run out as you wandered aimlessly through the deep jungle still trying to contact them over your broken comms.

Over and over again.