[b][i]Ginger is sitting down on his bed, reminiscing as he takes off his bacta cast. He thinks of Atlas, of the Empire and the Sovereignty, of Exalin, and its vast purple sky. Through all that, he had worn the same power armor, Gungnir armor. Now, it was almost comically outclassed by his new armor, or at least it was until his more recent suit was crushed by thousands of pounds of rubble. Now, he simply stared at his old suit, which was little more than an exo-suit with anti-gravity boots, and wondered how the hell it was going to function after so many years of entropy. He spoke to nobody in particular,[/i][/b] "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" [b][i]He strolls out of his room, more vulnerable than when he came in, but far more confident. [/i][/b]