[h3]Sergeant John Dusk[/h3]

Dusk’s gaze lingered on the group as it began to split, with the Dhasath girl Neri and the fellow human Castleton heading off while the others stayed behind... or worse, began arguing. Kim backing him up helped, it wasn't much but at least one other person here still thought like a soldier, not a scavenger.

The rest? There was little good to say. The marine exhaled slowly through his nose.

“Unbelievable…”

Maybe some of them [i]did[/i] belong on that ship, Dusk thought to himself.

The Ragon was also a problem that began to settle on Dusk. It was big, bigger than what he had ever imagined even hunched. The thing's claws looked like they could peel a man open without effort.

He’d seen the briefings on them and the UN handbook flashed in his mind. All of that info was almost useless in the moment but he ran it through his mind.

[i]Ragon: physical level 5, highly dangerous.
Engagement protocols: Avoid close contact. Avoid escalation. Avoid.[/i]

That was about it, not exactly helpful.

[quote=@Pragia12]
 "I hope I will not need to kill any of you." 
[/quote]

Dusk stared at it for a second, jaw tightening slightly.

[i]Yeah, same here.[/i] His mind said.

He shifted his stance slightly, eyes never fully leaving the Ragon now. 

[i]Avoid.[/i] The protocol kept running in his mind. 

He then glanced once toward the ridge, where the others had gone, then back to the group he was left with.

A walking hazard, a headless robot, a sentient gas suit and a Ragon trying to be polite about not killing them.

“…Great.”

He rolled his shoulders slightly, settling into it.

“If we’re stuck here for a bit, we ought to set up a camp to get some shade up. Scrub and sticks’ll do for now, as well as setting for a fireplace if need be."