[i]Drake jumped off of the side of the canyon, falling a good 20 meters, before blasting his repulsers at the last second, breaking his fall. He crouched at the impact, and slowly stood up to his full height, brushing off his crimson jacket, yet something was different. He wore armored plates on his chest, shoulders, and shins--JT knew from experience that it was made of carbon-nanotubes, and that they were nigh impenetrable. Drake didn't wear a helmet, but his pale blue eyes blazed with a determination and power that you hadn't seen in the smuggler before. [/i] "Let's finish this. Here, and now."