[Bakan]

*Hearing the orders as he climed the dune, Bakan grumbled slightly about the heat. Then, he felt..... something, and turned his head, only to feel wind by it. Looking, he sees what appears to be a dart sticking out of the dune, with a vial filled with tranquiliser or something. By instint, Bakan hits his comm unit as he turns.*

"WE GOT GOT HOSTILES!!"

*Finishing his turn, he sees a man, standing holding some type of rifle, wearing rough brown clothing with a wide brim hat, who is working on reloading a rifle. Rushing towards the man with much faster speed than one would expect from a person of Bakan's build. By this point Bakan has raised his right hand, holding his pulse pistol, and fires. A spray of blood from the man's shoulder is nice to see, as the man screams in pain and clutches the wound, as Bakan moves into melee range, and swings out with his left arm. The sound of breaking bones is satisfying as well as the man falls limp to the ground, his head tilted at an unnatural angle, and the lack of chest movements suggesting death. Grabbing the rifle, Bakan checks it over quickly to check if it has ammo and will work, as he looks around for more hostiles, while triggering his comm unit.*

"This is Bakan, I just took out someone armed with a tranq rifle, they are shooting first, not bothering with warnings. These people are hostile, repeat, they are hostile."