[i]And so the Old Man was to be greeted not by an old friend, but by one who bore the insignia of one on the left forearm of his, where the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix rested over the black skeletal prosthetic. It was JT, a Lieutenant, the newest one at that. His brown duster flew in the breeze behind him as his hat barely managed to remain atop his head, and the sleeves of his long jacket were rolled up. "Save it old man, most of the newbies are cocky, no respect for the Old Guard."[/i]