"[b]I had the same thing happen to me.[/b]" Ginger pulled out his Pulsar-MSe Pulse Rifle and, inspired by the Warlock, checked it for battle damage. His drawn-out engagement with the Cabal had stained the brightly-colored weapon with black, oil-like fluid, that caused the red martian sand to stick to the weapon. He sat down on a nearby rock, and began to clean the weapon off, with practiced precision. "[b]I just got off of Mars. Suddenly there was a flash of light... And I came here. Wonder if whatever it was that brought the two of us here was the same thing.[/b]"