[b][i]Ginger treks across the massive dune, still questioning himself. He had simply walked away from his fight with Phantom, despite the fact that he was intent on killing him seconds earlier. He clenches his fists; what Jack had said about needless bloodshed had clearly bothered him, and stayed his hand. Looming in the distance was the massive Russian vessel, a battleship, by the looks of it. He had no doubt that it would be guarded, but perhaps he could find out about the whereabouts of his team, and which strange forces had suddenly invaded Mars. He strolls up towards the ship, undoubtably detected by now, and patiently awaits his reception.[/i][/b] (Open to Shadow and Python)