[i]"You Ary.an Brotherhood looking -blam!-ers again!? Are you the Spanish Inquisition or some other bullshit like that!?" [b]"They're friendlies, Clone Troopers by the looks of it." [/b] And with that, Treyman joined the party. He uncloaked behind the team of three, the ethereal body of the Damned Captain shimmering into a silver and golden existence. It was like a hologram flickering to life, only this was much more real than that. His mask obscured his face beyond recognition with the stone face of a Roman Centurion, a pair of eyes with two visible cameras to see in front of him. The heavily armoured man stepped out from the midst of the trio, pushing his way ever so subtly through the two on the right as he approached JT. He took place beside the Marshal, facing the soldiers, his dark suit shimmering away into a form-fitting black suit and a cape to match. An assortment of weaponry was aligning his belt and back, from his Ranger Sequoia and eerily familiar Shoto-hilt Lightsaber to the slick rifles on his back. "I knew a guy who mentioned these soldiers a lot. Sturdy, dependable, and above all, loyal." [/i] [spoiler]Figure now's a good time to employ the character of mine that knows a good bit about Star Wars. [/spoiler]