"Th' name's Ivan Finley. No idea what Rain Corps is," It probably was not some sort of maniac colonist interest group which involved collecting phials and phials of rainwater samples from all the planets. "We don' shake hands where I'm from. Colonists and marines have separate lives." He turned to the boy, "Can y' run fast boy? If y' can, just outrun them all, no need to fight someone when the odds are not in your favor."<br/><br/>He pointed at the floating junk platform floating above, "That's probably the command center. The person with the god-knows-what instructions is probably up there. Everyone started running around like a bunch of headless chickens the moment they got instructions and forgot to look up." Everyone was playing by the rules, existing within the anticipated play-area designated by their overlords and never really got to thinking out of the box.<br/><br/>"Another customer." Ivan looked down to see a young man in some sort of fine coat or whatever nonsense the colonist fashion magazines were dictating they wear now. This one did possess a small air of arrogance though.<br/><br/>"Who are y' an' state yo' business." He turned to face this newcomer. Something seemed a bit off about this encounter, perhaps it was that air of confidence he had.