[i]The mage loosened up a little, the mention of his name relaxing him in a manner. Though, Jack hadn't noticed the powerful aura around him until it was gone. Having mistaken the power for the altitude, his ears popped again as the pressure in the air lowered and a smile adorned the mage's face. He nodded his head slightly, a half-bow while stepping forward with one foot.[/i] I am Alonfé, a simple mage traveling the lands. I've seen much and done even more. [i]His eyes told a much bigger story; something more complex and arduous than Jack could have ever imagined. It was surprising; because he also saw a young boy in those eyes, and was confused what image to look at. The mage was an anomaly to him; an unorthodox player, a wildcard. While he thought, the mage had looked into him too; smiling, he laughed a little to lighten the mood.[/i] You've been through a lot as well, Mr. Treyman. Something we all share sooner or later on the path as soldiers we take, yes?

"Don't even get me started," the general said with a friendly yet all too weary tone to his voice, which had seen similarly grand tales but not nearly on the scale as a man who had served with the Empire, for the Republic was and always will be resting within its shadow as a galaxy-spanning nation. That was a quirk though, smaller and more realistic with ballistics, giving an unparalleled modern future vibe to the nation. The man planted his fingers of his left hand on the left side of the mask before pulling it up and off his head, which revealed a pair of almost cyan blue eyes that portrayed the very essence of lifelessness in a man, for he was literally a dead man walking at this point in time. His pale white skin was so clear and devoid of blemish that it looked smooth as a child's face, which only further added onto the strangeness of the figure who expressed a constant look of regret in his eyes, with a cheery smile upon his face. "Hell, I helped found the nation I fight for, seen too much fall for my men. You a soldier too?"

[i]Alon smiled, nodding sadly. It was clear he didn't have fond memories of it, yet who did? [/i] A mercenary, humanitarian, whatever you want to call it. I worked for my own interest, though, not the money; out of my own good heart, if I'm able to say such things. [i]Fiddling with the bottoms of his shirt lightly, Jack noticed his apparel in contrast to the temperatures; to be in such clothing in below zero temperatures for so long was insane, let alone, his skin not showing any sign of discomfort and not seeming cold at all. Hell, his visor showed his body temps at average; albeit, quite a bit higher, but relatively stable.[/i] I've fought with militia's, armies, crews, squads, teams, organizations, nations, people, you name it I've fought for it. Although, it's never lasted long. It's always a war; and someone always dies. [i]Scanning over the man's face, analyzing him, he smiled lightly and nodded so as not to seem rude. He really did look... dead. Alive, yet dead.[/i] A nation, you say? What is this nation you speak of? I wonder if I've visited...

"Probably not, though it's the New Terran Republic, AKA the only group in the Galactic Union to have been -blam!-ed with enough times to be destroyed. Yet, we stand tall." Treyman's words came with a tone, one that made him sound proud of his people, if not a bit overly so. On top of somehow surviving at least four major wars in its lifetime, it was also home to many great warriors like Treyman and... Well, just him, the rest are either mercenaries looking for fortune or dead, like most of his old Alamo crew was. "Hell, we've had visitors ranging from Geneshits to robot destroyer races. Somehow we lived." The "Geneshit" was also the creator of the project, and the reason behind Jack's survival in the first place. The robot destroyers were the Sol Collective and the unit that trifled with the Republic, which was ended in the Battle of New Mexico, in Republic history. All in all they've seen some threats that, altogether, would overwhelm the Empire if they were to take them all on. Though even in times of desperation and weakness did the Republic thrive.

The New Terran Republic, you say? NTR? I've visited once; twas only a brief visit at that. I wasn't necessarily certain of the situations going on around that reality, so I left hastily in pursuit of other leads. Though, as a leader, I admire your sense of duty. To put yourself at the forefront of your nation is a brave thing to do. [i]Alon loosened up a bit more, smiling to the man. The NTR's thriving determination reminded him of New Terra, Golden City. Though he faced many things there, Alon could only wonder what Jack had seen. It intrigued him, his curiousity settling in as he looked the figure over in all his weapons and armour. Saying he was prepared would be an understatement by the looks of it. Though, no matter how hard Jack looked, he couldn't find any more info on the mage; only tales of him working alongside "Legends" as people called them now... Exalin Crew, Luis "Cobalt Phoenix" Franco, the old Dojo and their threats as well. All things that were dead and gone, now. Being in his presence felt like being in front of history, and Alon felt the same. The founder in front of the mage made Alon feel pride for a place that wasn't even his. [/i] What brings you to such a place as the Dojo, though? The convergence of so many powers... I can only speculate the trouble that will ensue... [i]The mage slipped into deep thought, looking away for a moment as he did. If he'd learned one thing, it was that history repeated itself; and although Jack may not have known, the Dojo had already fallen once. And the mage was worried for his home as much as the soldier was for his nation.[/i]