[b][i]An arrival of sorts[/i][/b] [b][i]The hangar. Shuttles and maintenance droids, stretching as far as the eye can see and then some. But oddly enough, a singular ship flies into the hangar, landing in a relatively open and clear area, free of the shuttles and droids. The cockpit window splits into two, both halves folding outwards and doing a one hundred eighty degree spin, encompassing the sides of the sleek green cruiser. A single figure steps out from the cockpit cautiously, his black boots hitting down on the cold shuttle floor, then the cockpit closes. Some of the droids take a gander towards him, only to turn their synthetic heads once more and focus on the mop or wrench many of them hold. One approaches the strange man, staring into the dark hole where his face should be. [/i][/b]"Please provide identification." [b][i]The cold, metallic voice of the robot says to him, scanning him up and down. [/i][/b]"Pioneer 0692, name of JT." [b][i]He says to the machine, a deep voice only matched by what would appear to be an old Canadian accent. [/i][/b]"Identification accepted. Welcome Pioneer JT." [b][i]The droid says, before scurrying off to a nearby mop. [/i][/b]"Well, that was pleasant." [b][i]He says to himself, putting his left hand on the grip of a red revolver, in between an onyx black one and an angelic white one. [/i][/b] ((Open))