The figure is imposing, with an impressively rigged (military-grade) exoskeleton, loaded to the brim with weapons. His left arm is a skeletal-black prosthetic, with the forearm swollen to accommodate an unknown module. In his arms, he carried a chaingun, and mounted on his shoulders were two small turrets of some unknown caliber. Dual blades were extended from each forearm, radiating an intense blue as the metal was superheated by excess heat from his Hydrogen-Helium generator. Finally, a strange, arrowhead-shaped drone swirled around him idly, like a fish swimming around in a pond. "Now, I don't normally kill kids, so I'm going to give you the chance to run before I begin shooting. I'd suggest that you take it." No, now that he spoke... something seemed familiar. It wasn't Drake--accent was similar, but distinct enough to distinguish him from her old friend. Then suddenly, you recognized the final piece of the puzzle: the insignia of the NTR emblazoned upon his helmet.