You wake up buried in sand, and sit up, coughing underneath your sand mask as you struggle to get up, looking around. There's nothing but sand for miles, and the sky's dark. You're wearing a full Sahdri uniform, and there's a crashed Yerller jet in the sand nearby. You remember the fight with the Kriller before you crashed, and you run to the Yerller, looking for your sister. You find her crushed beneath the engine, and sit there, processing her death as the sand mask's filter vibrates slightly over your lip with each breath, too numb to recognize you're wounded. You hear a voice speak up from behind you, and jump as you spin around to find a figure standing in the sand a few feet away, his identity hidden by the sand-stained cloths and rags he's wearing, nothing but a strand of dark hair, long and curly, peeking out from his torn hood, his voice gentle and quiet in the desert wind "May the sands rest her young soul...I've lost many of my own people that way.."