[h3]Sergeant John Dusk[/h3]

The longer this went on, the less Dusk liked the look of it. Not the desert or the heat or the fact they had been dumped out here like broken equipment.

It was the people, or at least some of them.

Between the casual talk of theft, the half-joking grifting, and the overall ease with which some of the castaways slipped into the idea of preying on the first town unlucky enough to be nearby, Dusk could already feel a headache settling in behind his eyes. Some of them were just trying to survive, he understood that much. But the others sounded a little too comfortable with the idea of making their problems someone else’s.

He kept his mouth shut through most of it, his eyes moving from one speaker to the next. Then the vote was called.

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
[h2]Neri[/h2]
"So, lets vote on it now.  I'll ask for hands up for those wanting to stroll in honestly.  Then in a moment I'll ask for a show of hands for those favouring theft or grifting," she paused for a moment, "Alright, those in favour of honesty, raise your hands" ...
[/quote]

Dusk did not hesitate, he raised his hand for honesty.

“We go in straight,” he said, voice clear and firm, “These people didn’t put us here. They’re not the enemy, and I’m not about to start robbing locals because we drew the short end of the stick.”

His eyes shifted across the group, he stood straight and he was not about to back down.

“We’ve got hands, we can work. Trade labor, ask for help, be honest about being stranded without telling them more than they need to know. That’s a hell of a lot better than starting off by proving every bad assumption they could make about us right.”

Dusk lowered his hand, his expression stern. 

“That’s my vote.”