"...Ichor...?"

[i]Huh...? Oh! I think you mean my father, I assume you're aquinted? My name's Kan-Ra, I'm uhh... I'm his son...[/i] [i]*I say the last part a bit akwardly, as if I'm is ashamed of his lineage...*[/i]

"Yes, we fought together not too long ago. He was a formidable ally. Where is he now?"

[i][b]*sigh*[/b][/i] [i]He's... He's leading some sort of cult movement here on Mars. I heard he tried to kill someone named Fynn... He used to send me letters of everything he's been doing, but that was a while back. And the next thing I know he's trying to spread some kind of parasite though the universe... Crazy right?[/i]

"Here? On Mars? Sounds nothing like your father."

[i]Yeah, I know right? I heard he died back on Tiberia, his country. At first I didn't believe it, and I was right not to. Turns out that when he was allied with the [b]Sol Alliance[/b] each member had to undergo an 'infusion' procedure. Looks like whatever they put in him must've brought him back from the grave. I've got to put a stop to him before this gets out of hand...[/i]

"That sounds.... Insane. You should join us, you may not be able to handle the task alone."

[i]Alrighty then, I've been looking to stretch my muscles![/i] [b][i]*I stand up and do a couple of stretches and start to walk out the door when the bartender calls up a bunch of thugs*[/i][/b] [i][b]Thug:[/b] "Where d'ya think you're going? Ya still haven't paid buddy! [b]*They crack their knuckles and approach*[/b][/i] [i]Oh... Uhh... I don't have any money, but will this work?[/i] [b][i]*My eyes begin to glow blue and several empty metal chairs and tables start levitating and somehow melting. They converge together and start molding into a mechanical scythe. The other bits of metal mold into suit of dieselpunk-style armor*[/i][/b] [b][i]*I dash through the crowd at an astonishing speed, jumping over tables and stepping on people's heads (inadvertently knocking a bystander out in the process). I land in front of the men, all of them back off except for 3, who pull out guns and a sword. I swiftly dismember two of them, the other dodging my attack. Blood spews out of the fleshy stumps and the 2 fall to the ground unconscious from blood loss. The other moves to attack, but I grab him and throw him into the air. My scythe reassembles into a katana, and I lift it into the air and start spinning it rapidly. The thug falls back down, landing in my propeller blade. Blood rains down coating the scenery in a deep shade of red*[/i][/b] [i][b]*I look back at Minerva*[/b][/i] [i]Well, lets get going shall we?[/i]