[IC] Space Elf vs Space Orc

[Tristwich]

Reports suggest the target is located in the ruins of an old city. Target is considered armed and dangerous. Be advised there is a high risk of death in this operation. Employers want the target alive, but dead is also acceptable if it cannot be helped.

Is this understood?

Without Question.

The dropship unloaded the lone soldier amidst the wreckage of the war torn city. Judging by the collateral damage, it was a brutal conflict. A fair few of the buildings had collapsed, with the shells of burnt out vehicles stretched along the sidewalk. Such a place would make a suitable hiding spot for a wanted criminal, but none could hide for long when M.A.T.C.H. was tasked with their containment.

Did One feel comfortable working for such a corporation hell bent on becoming a malevolent force of questionable morality? Pondering such things did nothing for him in the long run as he explored the damaged streets. Thoughts like these tended to spread doubt for his actions, yet when it came for him to act, the soldier obeyed without question. Perhaps it simply wasn't his purpose to question these things, he was made to be a weapon, not a philosopher. Whatever his train of thought brought him to in the grand scheme of his purpose, he still had his mission, and he was determined to complete it.

Arriving at a four way intersection, the sky looked to be getting cloudy. Gray filtered light replaced the bright atmosphere, giving more credence to what people believed of this place. One and his target were likely the only souls inside this city, the rest either bones or ashes in the wind. If his skills were strong enough, and the events of this battle went as they usually did on these missions, then he would soon become utterly alone in this eerie concrete graveyard.

Activating the heat sensors within his helmet, the elf would begin turning his head from left to right, searching for his quarry. One was not enlightened on the exact crimes this creature had to have committed to warrant having an elite soldier deployed to arrest him, but it he figured it was enough to make him dangerous. Being cautious saved one's life more often than not, and One would not go blindly walking into a trap just to get this over with. M.A.T.C.H. was a patient creature, and so would be fine with him taking his time, allowing for professionalism to overtake sloppy decisions. Soon, he would discover the whereabouts of his opponent, wherever they hid, and detain them in the name of the law. Should they wish to refuse this, then at least he was given the go ahead to slay the target if necessary.

[Electrical charge at 90%]

@Spawnmeme

[SpawnMeme]

"So it turns out that we are going to have to be evacuating the planet sooner than expected, due to M.A.T.C.H. activity being rather high within the area. It is recommended that you stick with your squad and reach the evacuation point on time, otherwise you'll be left on the planet to fend for yourself."-Yugslav Gertrich, Raven Alpha Commander.

Yunagh Kehr would have been running that constant message through his head as a reminder of his stupidity for not having tagged back up with the mercenary squad he had been with. It was grand that he had been given a topographical map of the general region, which also denoted the remains of one of the older wartorn cities within the area on the planet. Not so long ago after he had been left behind by his squad did he make that his first effort was to make it to this city to avoid any form of M.A.T.C.H. activity, believing they would not send anyone after him due to him just thinking he's a meager mercenary. He had took the time to settle down within the area, having scavenged a multitude of equipment and what not in order to keep himself fed and alive, having not seen much scurry around and through the area besides the occasional alien molerat that occupied the streets, eating what other smaller rat species existed within the wartorn remains of the city.

He never really was relaxed though, having been struggling to find components for a radio of all things within the city. He having figured the area's radio antennaes, despite being primitive in some ways, wouldn't have been destroyed due to quantum communications being the new line of communication on the battlefield. He had hunkered down into a supply warehouse situated in a general store on one of the side streets within the city, having done so due to the amount of supplies he could live off within it. Believe it or not, an emergency generator and a whole storage of refridgerated food can go a long way with aiding someone survive in a derelict city on a wartorn world.

Although he had been having some troubles with larger alien creatures being bold enough to come into the derelict city, him having had to personally wrestle with a large mutated alien molerat for 5 minutes until he had managed to slip his combat knife into it's throat. He had used a good deal of the paracord to make a set of traps within the local area, although rather obvious to the human eye, the snares were usually rigged and primed with hard pieces of rebar or so on, tied back hard enough to either drop onto someone's head with enough force to knock them out. He didn't bother with explosives though, due to the area having been looted clean of weapons of military grade by M.A.T.C.H. forces long ago.

He had happened upon the same intersection that One had came across, having decided to go beyond the area to see what was on the other side of such. Yunagh was trained to a degree, although he was no professional warrior he had picked up tricks and tactics brought on by old Marines turned mercenaries and so on, having integrated them into he works as mercenary in a warzone to help whatever unit of mercenaries he ends up with. The first thing was that he always slowly stepped in a slight haunch, in a combat glide much akin to what Marines do, his assault rifle set on safe in condition one, the thing being somewhat state of the art, but lacking the electrical components most other ones had. It was chambered with 5.56mm rounds, although seemingly weak they were light to carry, and portrayed much more accuracy than some other rounds that other assault rifles in the cosmos were chambered with. Yunagh had approached the intersection slowly, and with some caution, due to him knowing that despite him seeing no sets of sentient life, it could easily change within a matter of minutes.

Which was now the case as he had caught site of One, his senses denoting that his armor that he appeared to wear might enhance his abilities to some degree. He knew that just turning to run would make his survival against what he sees of the other individual much slimmer, instead the Space Orc would have bounded forward, a pack full of thick gear and a flak with sapi plates and a full combat load of ammunition latched onto it, alongside what was a sort of portable canteen system on his back. He knew this move seemed to be suicide, but the Orc slammed his armored chest up against the remains of a car, settling himself into the high kneeling position.

Yunagh's heat signature would be rather obvious to the Space Elf within cybernetic armor, alongside the sound of his approach and the speed of his movement. One would see the Space Orc slowly shift the selective firing mechanism to Semi, and then aim his assault rifle directly at the legs of the armored Space Elf, not saying a word as he'd lock his eyes onto him, seeing if he had anything to say or if he would automatically attack.
@Tristwich