Scavengers encounter
The soft foot steps of a cloaked figure echoed out in the low light of the early morning in old Russia, the cloak figure materialized after a few more feet, deciding to deactivate his cloak and make it easier for him to sort through any useful pieces of tech he could find among the wreckage of a old human helicopter. The lone individual was a dreg, wearing a black and blue colored armor with white accents. The dreg had what looked like a kind of hood/scarf that he used to keep his face covered from the cold biting winds that whipped their way through the metal graveyard. The hot air from his breath puffed out as he did his best to catch his breath, those eyes of his glancing around slightly from behind shadows of his hood. He was armed with nothing more then a shock pistol and a shock knife, he had tried other weapons, but nothing else ever really felt right to him like a shock pistol and knife, and it made it easier for him to carry around more scrap and scavenged tech, he had what looked like a worn out back on his back as he moved to another wreck, jumping it in and combing through the insides, gutting what he could from the machine, what he thought could be useful for one application or another. He held up what looked like a helicopter flight helmet of some kind and pulled his hood down, revealing the features of a Dreg with what looked like to be some kind of ether mask on his face, the one thing that seemed to stand out on him, was the two cybernetic limbs that he had, that took up both upper arms from the shoulders down, he examined the helmet for a second before putting it on his head, he pressed a button on the side of the helmet and the visor flipped down suddenly causing him to jump sightly, the helmet clattered off of his head as he backed up out of the wreckage. He turned and pulled his hood up over his head again when he noticed the glow of a fire, he cocked his head to the side slightly and activated his active camo and began to make his way towards the source of the fiery glow, curiosity seemed to win out over caution, as much as part of him warned him it could of been Guardians, even then he still felt a pang of curiosity, Mattivius was no warrior, he knew that much but he knew as long as he kept quiet and his moments to a minimum he could easily find out what the source of the fire was and be gone in a flash. @devil-exile