[i]"Damn man... Where'd you say you were from?" JT asked with a tone of curiosity. He'd been just about everywhere in his travels, stopped in on many differing dimensions and galaxies within those, all out of boredom. Sure he had ulterior motive, but nobody had ever gotten close enough to know, and he doubted anyone would ever understand his secrets. "That's a joke yes? This is the Dojo Sector, the place nobody in my military wants to be put. People expect my military to act as a police, the Dojo residents to guard them from murderers, but it ain't that simple. I can't spare resources due to my hunt, and the Dojo people can't predict when and where murderers pop up. The place is hell." Treyman never had a good opinion on the Dojo. While he did enjoy hearing the tales of old warriors like Felix Aeturo and June Bellicose, Brimstone McRoy, and plenty of others - He believed the Dojo's prime time was past, and that the people of Dojoville needed actual police. [/i]