*Streatching his neck Marcus moved out of the transport craft that shuttled people from the main space ships that transported military personal form one side of the galaxy to the other. He was a tall man standing about six foot and some change, his body was strong but agile. Upon his upper body he wore a tight tactical shirt that hugged his form while giving protection from the suns and such. His brown hair was slicked back and covered slightly at the forehead and back by a thick bandana. His handsome features where highlighted slightly by a slightly unkempt beard while his left eye was covered by a sleek looking eyepatch. Wearing normal cargo pants and boots upon his lower body along with his side arm strapped to his leg and military ID showing on his belt. A lot of the other army personal , many of whom where fresh faced recruits.<br/><br/>Marcus looked along the bustling population as he got out of the transport and ran his hand over his head, smooth out his hair slightly as he cast his one blue eye about the crowd. He did not know why he had been transferred her at all...most likely to train the new team of special forces, such orders where always kept hush hush and he was used to being moved around...though this place was much more populated then he was used to. Adjusting his other arm that kept his simple duffle bag of belongings he had to take a deep breath and shield his mind from getting hit by a million whispers all at once, his mental control was advanced but it was still hard for him in huge crowds. Making his way along the streets of New Mumbai he glanced around. His eye falling upon a women with a long braid along her back and cargo pants, she seemed to stand out and he raised a brow at her moving slightly out of the way of her path as the crowds almost caused him to brush into her.*<br/><br/>"Excuse me...not easy to get around here."