<hr/><br/><strong>Name / Code Name:</strong>Gamoran / Gamoran<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Alien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower Lobby<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm, Jean, Wade<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was about to enter the elevators when the sound of madness hit his ears.  To be honest, his universal translator implant was having difficulty piecing his words together in a way that made sense to him.  He may have to eventually suck it up and learn 'Terran English' it seemed.  He set the luggage down just outside the elevator and turned, to witness a guy who had just walked in, laden with bags and cases.  His eyes were immediately drawn to the long case... but they soon fell back to the erratic individual that it belonged to.<br/><br/>He could tell just by watching the way he moved that he was a capable fighter... perhaps not as capable as he was, but he got the strange feeling that he was unpredictable, and that in and of itself made a fighter more dangerous.  Then he started screaming about yellow boxes and Gamoran blinked.  he turned to Storm and Jean and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Yellow boxes?  Is he not in his right mind or is my translator not working properly?  He's rambling on like a Gibbering Thron'zak."</strong>