[i][b]JT was there. The figure stared into the abyss with a set of bright blue beacons from the darkness, cast by his hat's shadow, to which the only things that could be seen were his eyes and the ends of his trimmed, snow-coloured beard. The hat was the same brown shade as the duster he bore over his body, which was tattered and stained by dirt on the bottom. Across his chest was a bandolier, filled to the brim with bullets for both a shotgun and his twin revolvers. The ones for the shotgun were obviously able to be spotted, due to the uranium tips that burn everlastingly on the tips of it. Beneath the outfit and the ammunition sash was a jumpsuit, one of an emerald green shade. The trimmings were an onyx black, which gave the figure a menacing look. At his sides in a pair of leather holsters were a set of exquisite revolvers, both black in colour, but the bulkiness of the guns made it seem more like a set of hand cannons from the medieval era, but in a modern frame for the guns. Across his back was a single shotgun, one that had not two barrels, but a third resting atop the main pair. It was stockless, as if the man wielding it was able to use the gun with a single hand and still retain perfect accuracy, and the gun had a second trigger below the first on the slightly curved grip. But, who knows what other weapons were on his person. His arm was strange, both of them. The rightmost one was a prosthetic, but it looked like so much more. It was a completely blackened colour, but it was engraved with the blue shade of the Cobalt Phoenix on it. The arm was in a form of being an arm, rather than the industrial drill that was typically there. His cobalt flames kept themselves resting grimly inside the arm. His left one was a bracer beneath the sleeve of his duster, although he allowed his hand to keep the steel colour of the bracer he bore. The Palm held a circle on the inside, which could act as a potential shield of a sort, if activated. And so, he approached the ship. [/b][/i] "You called for people?"