[i]From amidst the darkest corners of the Dojo, one figure crawled out of the woodworks. This one was a figure of strength and speed, basically Hermes and Hercules' love child. He basically radiated energy and the willpower of the gods themselves as he even existed. The man bore a dark blue suit over his toned body, which wasn't the biggest nor the weakest, but rather just the right mix of the two. He had his jacket sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows, which revealed nothing but the skin of his arms. He had a tattoo on his left arm, running all along the body in a mix of black ink and white skin. It depicted tribals and NTR Soldiers hot in battle, it showed violent yet mild images of hostile robots surrounding him, and in the centre of his forearm, the word 'Alamo' was imprinted in large, bold letters. Alamo, as in the legendary ship of the Republic. The man himself fit the bill of Jack Treyman, or General JT of the New Terran Republic, as he stood before him. His almost cyan shaded eyes stared out to Jason, which truly was enhanced by the suit he wore, which was almost black in shade. He had flaming red hair that sat atop his handsome head, which made the image of a faux hawk that went well with the light stubble on his face. The figure looked to Jason with a face that conveyed disgust, and saw him as a disgrace to the NTR Hermes and her crew. The man had a belt on his waistline, the black holsters holding an exquisite set of four lovely revolvers on his person. The first rested in the left holster at the front, an was an all white weapon, with a single hawks feather coming from the firearms hammer. The second that rested just behind it was a blood red revolver, one with tiny spiked on the end of the barrel, which could have been used to stab people instead of just pistol-whip them into submission. The third was a straight up blue revolver, with not even one marking on the weapon itself, save for the name "Mandalore" engraved in the brown grip of the weapon, it seemed to be the weapon of JT's old CO, but refurbished. The fourth was a strange revolver amongst the awfully American looking pattern. The weapon was silver, with a two-headed bear engraved in gold on the grip, it was a gift from an old friend, Alexander Wilson. Across his back was an assault rifle, one of a sleek white shade, though it looked far different than the make of all other NTR standard-issue firearms. This was a gift from an unknown people, ones that apparently had AntiMatter capabilities, as that's what the firearm had fired. The man had one sword across his back, it was a raven black katana that rested in a carbon fibre sheath. The weapon could spew AntiMatter from the hilt and hit the roof of the weapons blade, which was held in place by an incredibly thin metallic strip of unknown origin, one that wouldn't be harmed by the AntiMatter. On his belt as well was a silver hilt, seemingly for what looked like a lightsaber, it was a gift from an old student he had, when he was placed in charge of the Hunters Legion onboard the Alamo, and shortly after their destruction, Treyman was placed in command of a Sith, who gave him the weapon. Yet there seemed so much more, like he had abilities just coursing beneath his skin, much like an AntiMatter Fission Reactor. He decided to approach the ship, and search for a way on the vessel. An access point, a security guard, anything to get him onto the ship that had docked to allow so few on. [/i]

[i]The ships have already begun taking off, unfortunately for JT. The exhaust from the ships was tinged green, and gave a slight tingling feeling when touched. It became apparent, he would have to display some acrobatics.[/i]

"This isn't in my damn job description." [i]Treyman had said to himself, as a panel in his back slid outwards slightly, which revealed a small jet on the bottom. Those same jets were in the soles of his feet. He jumped into the exhaust pipe, using his JumpJets to carry him in. [/i]

[i]The tingling immediately became a burning sensation. Any light clothing worn upon you begins to degrade and brown. Something tells you that this ship uses some form of radioactive material to propel itself through space. Soon enough that burning sensation may give something a bit more permanent.[/i]

"Oh... I don't get -blam!-ing paid enough for this." [i]Treyman said as he quickly climbed to the edge of the pipe and let go. No way on, no way in, he figured that the crew had already picked up whatever or whoever they had originally came for and then some, so he let go and fell to the floor. [/i]

[i]The ship drops down, nearly landing in you. From the airlock, about twenty feet away and ten feet up, a tap is heard from The glass window, the only thing between the ship and the outside atmosphere.[/i]

"Well, got a lead... To hell with it, roll the dice." [i]Treyman said jokingly to himself, as he sprinted towards the ship and its glass, using his JumpJets to get there. How he stayed there? He used his Gravitational Pulse Emitters to keep himself afloat. [/i]

[i]A man about 5' 2 can be seen behind the airlock. With tanned skin, coffee colored hair, and completely blue eyes, as if though the were glazed with paint. His stock carbon fiber skintight suit can be seen as he opens the airlock, smacking you directly in the face.[/i]

[i]When he moved to strike, Treyman used his right hand to grab the figure and pull him out, as he climbed in with his left hand. [/i]"Dick."

[i]He falls, landing on his back. You are immediately shot exactly 15 times, as a squad waited behind the full airlock field.[/i] [spoiler]You just killed a blind man, I was thinking about having him as a new character. Damn.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]1: Im just going with what's happening so far lol, getting the impression I should bail. 2: What caliber were the shots? [/spoiler]

[spoiler]1. Don't bail 2. Plasma, .15 inch diameter.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Alright, time for some crafty shit. [/spoiler] [i]Treyman activated his AntiGravitational field in way of their shots, as he reversed the gravity and warped it in such a way that they were sent for his attackers heads. [/i]

[spoiler]This a quest? If so, how do we sign up? [/spoiler]

Cyan has accepted

Go for it bruh

[i]One ship lands. An air lock opens, and a platform extends out of it. A female, fully kitted out in weaponry and armor walks forward.[/i] "You want money?"

Does a cow go woof? Wait, that's not right...

[i]She starts to walk back to the ship.[/i] "If you want to do a bit of guard duty, then it's all yours."

I gotta guard your ship? That's it?

[i]She frowns[/i] "No, you dolt. A high priority prisoner, during its delivery."

Easy. What was his crime?