"Again?" "[i]Again[/i]" Jonathan MacLeod sighed deeply and held out his Ghost "Why do you do this to me?" "[i]I haven't done anything to you![/i]" "I know but why do they keep bouncing my requests?" "[i]I can think of at least a dozen reasons why the Vanguard want to keep you out of the Tower[/i]" John was a Warlock, slightly tall and with a slim muscle frame. His age belayed his strength. As a Guardian, he was 258 years old. His appeared age was about 37. Although his bright smile and child's disposition took off at least 5 years. He was taking a nice stroll when something stopped him. Years, decades, centuries of combat slowed him down. Something wasn't right. The air was stilled. It was never still in the Cosmodrome. It was always howling, even in the dead of winter. But now it was quiet. He closed his eyes and his senses took control. A mental image appeared that slowly expanded. He waited until some- there! About 120 feet ahead he felt the air freeze along with the ground. Something unnatural was there. John put away his Ghost and told her. Be ready for transmat. I don't know how this is going to go down. He drew his sword, steel and ancient, with ease and grace. And then silently walked towards the area where the ground was frozen solid. A structure. John didn't care what it was but a large one, was the source. He used a Hunter's skills to silently climb a nearby tree to a shattered window. He peered inside and saw a well built, black robed figure talking to himself. Sounded like he wasn't happy to whoever he was talking to. There was someone else here. The black robe didn't strike him as crazy. Well, not in that way, at least. He decided to investigate. It was his nature to stick his nose into other people's business. But this guy looked like a bounty hunter. He hated bounty hunters. John dropped to the floor and his movement was restrained by the freezing. "Not... Cool" He slowly rose and spoke. "Cealaigh amach an fuar" A bright rune burned an area around him and he took a deep breath. "Ah, warm. Now then, may I ask your name and what in the name of the Traveler you are doing?" He casually struck his sword into the ground and leaned on it.