[b]Return of the Smugglers[/b] A miasma of light rippled throughout the atmosphere of Tatakai as a ship sliced into its atmosphere, air rippling and tending around the craft as it barreled to the planet's snowy surface, fire starting to flicker around its perimeter. The ship was rather large, a heavy carrier, mounted with many retracting weapons and artillery mortars. On its silver side was an [url=https://imgur.com/a/oGuL9]insignia[/url], a large arrow slung by the quiver of a bow, chipped away by time and temperament. Underneath was the large caption [b]The Arrowhead[/b], written in bolded font. The ship gently touched down right outside the Dojo, thrusters at the rear of the spacecraft softening the descent. A blizzard raged heavily, pounding against the high, steel walls of the Dojo. The mast of the freighter opened into a long inclined stairway, falling onto the fresh and powdery snow. Silence engulfed the area for only a second before an ember shimmered out among the raging sleet, the end of a cigar, firmly planted within the lips of a harrowed soldier. He was armed to the brim, multiple firearms, a large broadsword and belt of gear strewn about his bulgy frame, wearing a large leather coat. His hair of chestnut tossed back and forth in the biting wind, striking eyes matching the light color of his surroundings. The soldier looked around him, took a long drag from his cigar, and continued down the steps. A small hop led to his combat boots planted inches deep in the snow. He raised his hands, willing the others to emerge from the interior of the ship. [spoiler]Open to the Arrowhead crew.[/spoiler]