The shadow of a tall figure was cast on the approaching man. He who stood there stared out to the stranger with a pair of eyes that were an unnaturally light shade of blue, perhaps cyan would be a better description. The rest of his face was hidden by the shadow cast from his dirt brown cowboy hat, which had the occasional layer of dust that rested on it. The face behind the shadow was cracked and burned on the left side yet beautiful and slightly wrinkled on the right side of his half charred mug, which contained a trimmed and dyed white beard that ran on his face and the underside of his chin. His body was covered by a skin tight jumpsuit that hugged his muscular body tightly, but the emerald green and black trimmings looked out of place on the cowboy, but thankfully it was covered for the most part by his brown duster, which was the same colour as the hat, but tattered at the very bottom and adorned with six .44 sized holes near the chest and waistline, which allowed the green of his Chozodia Station Recruits jumpsuit to stand out. His right hand was covered by a leather glove, but.his left didnt need to be, for it was a completely black prosthetic with the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix on the ceramic plated forearm. His back carried a shotgun with three silver barrels in a triangular fashion, which had a twin pair of triggers attached to the angled grip, which made it look like a flintlock pistol and a break-action triple barreled shotgun had children, and Triple Tap was the offspring. Stationed on the belt of his jumpsuit that were held in place by a crossing pair of brown suspenders were his revolvers Sixe and Grimace, his twin Colt Anaconda .44 revolvers. Behind either gun was one of two of the Dancers swords, which was his quick melee weapons for when punching wasn't enough and his drill was too slow. He looked over the man at the gates and his TagSight locked on, in case of any sudden movements from him. He spoke up after a brief moment with a gruff and deep tone to his words, which essentially sounded like a Jesse McCree and John marston crossover. "You here for somethin'?" There was no doubt, this man was Marshal JT, The Frontiersman, Gunslinger of Cylak and The techno-Cowboy.