Rohn observed the delicious woman in a half shirt’s salute.  He nodded a low, deep nod to her.  “Captain Rohn Jambo, Atlas Corporation, Crimson Lance division.  I appreciate the respect, Lieutenant, with the salute and all…  But no need for that here.  I ain’t megacorp military anymore.”  So with a momentary smile, he parted his hand from his belt towards the robot that was already far ahead.  “After you, Lt. Hexx, with two x’s.”  He would watch those delightful buns of hers flex and release with every step, take a moment to take that sight in, nod to himself knowingly, strap his assault rifle to his shoulder, and join up to the rest of the “team” as it were.  She had it, she flaunted it, and Rohn took it all in.  Well, things were perking up already.<br/><br/>By the time Rohn reached the rest of the gang, they were already at the New-U Station.  Some trash grabbed his attention for a second, and he raised his thick brow.  “Who leaves a toilet bowl in the middle of nowhere…?”  When he lifted the seat with his heavy, steel-toed boot, a small pile of green bills appeared.  With a surprised blink, he saw that it instantly vanished, and 4$ appeared on the HUD display of his forearm-bound technology.  The same amount would be added to all of their devices.  With a shrug, he moved on towards the New-U Station, where Jakob was busy identifying the maker of the technology in place.<br/><br/>He made an uncertain face as he looked at the simple-looking pole, and the small device with the Hyperion logo on it.  He logged in his own info, and Claptrap was happily announcing them how, in case of their untimely demise, they would just plop back out from the closest New-U Station.  He tapped his right thigh, and the fast-draw device on it.  With a small flash and flakes of blue light, his assault rifle had vanished and instead he held a bow in his hand.  Taking a moment to check the draw on his high-tech, black compound weapon, he pressed it back to his thigh and zap!  His assault rifle was back in his hands.  “All set.”  He said, and walked with the Assassin and the Sniper, following Claptrap and the yet-unknown woman that had chosen to ignore them for the moment.  Oh well…  Not everyone can be delightful social butterflies, Rohn reasoned.<br/><br/>“Yeah, about that woman…  Who was that?  Anyone seen her before?”  Before either one could answer, Claptrap was screaming and rushing for cover in a specially-made mini-bunker, sliding the heavy door shut behind him.  As the first vehicle roared over them, Rohn crouched down, sliding his assault rifle into shooting position.  “Heads up!”  He shouted, looking as two move vehicles approached.  “Bandits.”  He said under his breath, hearing random shots landing against rock and parched earth.  Rohn kept his position; they were not in immediate danger…  It seemed more like they were trying to intimidate them.