[b][i]Return[/i][/b] "Time flows as a stream, only in one direction, never another way. It does not care for life, it only does it job. It is not evil, yet it is not good. As time goes on we move on from places, people, those we call friends may become enemies, and those we call enemies may become friends. Time is not our enemy, but it is not our friend. Time is simply... time." -Unknown The wind blew gently, not that he could feel it. His thrusters held their thrust rate, propelling him through the air at an extremely high velocity. He observed his surroundings as he flew, noting the trees and the flowers. His suit systems were nominal, it was a beautiful day. "Sean how's it looking." "ETA less that four minutes sir." The A.I. spoke to him, he nods inside his helmet lightly, smiling. "It's been a while sir.... why the sudden change of heart?" The man chuckles. "Well... call it a nostalgia flashback, but I found one of my old weapons." Sean chuckles. "Which one sir?" "'Ranged Split'. It would fire a sniper rifle shot that could turn into a shotgun slug and shoot pellets everywhere.. damn cool. I made it here, in my first shop ever." Sean responds. "I'm glad you came sir, I might not have been created." The man laughs, but stops when he sees the structure up ahead. "We're here." He says as he begins arching downwards. "What's the entrance style this time sir." "I think you know the answer." He responds as he arches farther but slows, slamming into the ground and kicking up dust right in front of the gate. He held them in the classical 'Iron Man' style, one one the ground with one behind him. His helmet compacts down to reveal his face, the brown hair and the ice blue eyes. Ryker Evans, owner of Evans Arms Manufacturing, billionaire, philanthropist, father, and many other names, had finally returned to the place where it all began. He had returned, to The Dojo. [spoiler]Aaaaand were back. Felt good to write Ryker again, and it feels damn right. [/spoiler]