[h3]Sergeant John Dusk[/h3]

“Move.”

The shove came without warning, Dusk didn’t argue.

His boots hit the dusty ground as he stepped off the ramp, the dry heat immediately settling in, it reminded him of previous deployments. It wasn’t suffocating like some places back on Earth, but it had that empty feel to it. It was the kind of place where if something went wrong, no one was coming to help that much was universal. 

He took a few steps forward, then turned slightly as more prisoners were forced out behind him. The guards didn’t even bother keeping formation or a perimeter. They were just dumping them there.

[i]Fucking figures.[/i] Dusk thought as the ship began to rise behind them.

“…Yeah. Real professional.”

He muttered to himself, eyes tracking the ship as it lifted. Just like that, gone.

No supplies, no weapons and no explanation. They were left to rot.

“Shit…”

His hand ran across his face, brushing over half-healed cuts from the ambush. They were still tender that they stung lightly upon touch. The dust had already settled into the prison fabric he was wearing, his service boots were the only thing he had left, he looked just as out of place as pretty much everyone else around him who had been left behind.

He exhaled slowly, forcing the frustration down, panicking wasn’t going to fix anything.

Voices began to pull his attention then. A small group had already started forming. A dhasath woman, a kiellar, and—

A human.

He was tall and seemed confident. Talking like he owned the situation.

“…Castleton," Dusk muttered to himself once more. The name rang somewhere in the back of his mind for a moment, but it was not important right now.

Dusk watched the exchange silently, reading the room (or scene rather) the way he always did. Different species and backgrounds but they all had one thing in common, they were prisoners abandoned in an unknown planet.

Some of them were already talking about stealing.

Not great but they were moving toward a plan.

He glanced back once more at the empty sky where the ship had been.

Then back to the group. Apparently there was a town over the ridge.

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
She turned around, cupping her hands to her face to help her voice carry better, "Hey!  Anyone wanting to change out of your prison clothes, follow me!"
[/quote]


That was the best play. Didn’t matter how bad it looked to be around a gang of questionable ethics, standing alone out here was worse.

The marine stepped forward, speaking just loud enough to be heard.

“Name’s John Dusk. United States Marine Corps. Attached to a UN convoy mission before all this.”

He gestured vaguely back toward where the ship had been.

“No idea who grabbed me or why, but that doesn’t change the situation.”

A brief pause as his eyes moved across them, sizing each one up.

“We’ve got no gear, no water, and no ride off this rock. That town’s our best shot.”

He nodded toward the ridge.

“I’m sticking with the group. If anyone’s got a better plan, now’s the time.”