Ginger slowly descends from the ship's ramp, taking each long stride deliberately so that he could analyze the settings. Surprisingly, it slightly reminded him of home... A thought that hadn't struck him in decades. The place he had called home was busy, colorful, and larger than life, with every nook and cranny a story to be told. Perhaps he would like it here more than the others. He had seen nothing of the battle, only arriving here by chance after the battle was done. No trace of his arrival had been detected, but undoubtably he had not been here for the skirmish itself. Security scans indicated his presence as the [i]Picard[/i] was docking in. As Ginger walks up to the security guard, his armor dematerializes like a bright mist, slowly evaporating with every step until he wore only a black and grey combat skin, and an interesting metal hilt at his collarbone.