[i]"JERRY GET THE -blam!-ING RADIO READY! JERRY?! God damn it kid..." JT sighed in his ship from the Dojoville hangar, or rather, his Nanocyte did. He had looked out of the small window in his room as he saw the Stringent approaching the Dojo, and that hail... It was familiar, though he hadn't a clue where it was from. He checked countless sources in his head through Google, Bing, Yahoo and whatever other sources were available to him, though the last place was where he would remember it. He checked his history data-logs and immediately the sigh of disappointment of a potential attacker became an instant laugh of happiness. What was the Empire doing here, he wondered? And that prompted him to go to the cockpit and send a transmission to Hallwinter. He wasn't the best with greetings, but he had hopes that it would be enough. [u]Greetings, Imperial, and welcome back to the Dojo. It's probably been a long, long time for you since the last time you were here, since the Empire to us is considered an ancient force. That's actually why I'm sending this transmission to you - I am JT, somewhat a scholar and a procurer of historical information, and would so desperately like to arrange a meeting with you. If you would be so kind as to respond back, maybe we could meet up somewhere and trade information on the Empire for data on the modern Dojo? Just think on it for a bit. -Marshal JT. [/u][/i]