[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]