[i]"Aside from the huge hole in my chest? I'd say I'm doing fine," JT responded, a tone of sarcasm masking his anger for the armour. He disengaged his set and the back skid open, pushing all the plates and supports to the front. The engine was lifted to roughly where the head was and JT slipped out, putti the behemoth of his armour into a form of autopilot while he grabbed the guns crafted for regular people. His kit changed considerably, consisting of weaponry far smaller than the twin G11's, though he looked far more western than before. Beneath the trademark duster he had a set of he Imperial Stormtrooper armour covering his body, though it was modified to be slightly thicker after it was smelted down by an E11 while time was being passed and reformed to fit him in specific. It was painted brown to prevent him from looking like a trooper, and rather than a helmet, JT ran with a series of Nanites wrapped around his head with a colour scheme that looked exactly like his face. "Ready to move?"[/i]