Open Hand, Closed Fist

When the bullets stop and the battle moves on, there are times that the bodies on the ground are still living. In agony, some can drag themselves to life once more. Others, however are doomed to slowly die on the field of battle.   But some of them see one last sight before death takes them. A man or woman, dressed strangely similar to an airline attendant. They are impossibly out of place on the battlefield, but the pair that flank them belong there. They are well known in this place, no matter where it is.   With heads replaced with steel wedges, they stride through the bodies weapons ready. The attendant draws out a tablet and offers a simple choice. One last chance to cling to life, even if the cost is that they must wade back into the hell that is a battlefield.   Refusal of the contract means a merciful death. Accepting the contract plunges one into the world of the Knifeheads, combat cyborgs in service to the trans-planetary corporation Open Hand Industries. The fine print to the contract, however, is something few have time to read.