[i]A green portal thing open up next to the gangsters. As they stare at it, a man in some bulky antebellum general's garb on walks through, his eyes passing over all parties. One of the men shoot him, but the bullet is stopped by his armor. For another second, all is still as everyone realizes what happened, then the aged man grabs the flintlock on his left hip, drawing it and loosing shots at each of the men, his hard light ammunition passing through their heads violently, but easily. The shots draw shouts as more approach. However, there was enough time, the man thought to himself, to have a nice conversation. He turns to Nano, his face as passive as it had been when he stepped through the portal, when he'd been shot, and when he responded in kind.[/i] "[b]Who are you, and what are you?[/b]"