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@Charndley @Nor'baal @Reyn @Kryte

Jax was used to awkward or curious glances when he wore his armour. He helped him to measure each person, their experience and personality by how they reacted to him. The new pair of arrivals both gave him similar glances, they recognized his armour for what it was and what it signified...

Near the furthest edge of the bar sat Jax in his worn old blue leather duster. A tall man, he seemed rigid from afar sitting as straight as possible, left hand on his glass and a right hand rested on his thigh, within reach of his blaster, the Jacket was tight across his shoulders but his face...