Prowler knelt among the sand, rifle propped up on its knee, sweeping as nawlin inspected the scene. The few glares that instantly gained his attention seemed to be from heat shimmers and broken windows. "I really don't like this" he muttered off the channel. Standing, prowler retreated back, keeping eyes on the buildings. 

[I]"Move in toward the rear and approach, Nawlin. We'll get a better idea if there's anyone there then. We'll approach from the front and try and draw them out. If there's any hostiles, we can get them in a pincer movement".[/I]

Nawlin keyed affirmative as he strafed left, glancing at his sensors, pulling up thermals he scanned the distance, watching the buildings becoming a wash of colors, mostly yellows and greens. The Fine sand compacted under his feet, causing the gear to sink into the ground. "moon dust..." mike cursed, reaching over to pulse back pressure through the air filters, trying to blow excess sand out of them. The stuff was persistant and reguardless of care, would eventually cause even the toughest gear to break down. 
As the filters blew out the sand, a small cloud of dust surrounded prowler, the silica fouling his sensors.