As they prepare for landing, Warren goes into a frenzy, tearing off his dingy tank top and busted up jeans, hurling them onto his bunk, and diving into his footlocker to procure an immaculate black skintight polymer environmental bodysuit.  He lays it on the bed, hurls himself into the shower, scrubs down, dries off, and stretches the suit over his rangy musculature.  He strolls over to his closet, and opens it to the sight of his polished armor.  Snapping each piece in place atop the thin polymer, he clicks the parts together with the soft "shhhhp" of airlocks coming together at the flexible joints.  Then he slings a sort of backpack over his shoulders, straps it tight to himself, making sure it locks into the grooves on the back and torse of the armor.  It begins to hum softly, a backdrop for his own upbeat melodic whistling, and he wraps a bulky, compartmentalized yellow belt around himself, contrasting with the dull black and grey of the rest of the armor, but matching the yellow stripes down the ribs, legs, and arms.<br/><br/>He holsters his big pistol at his waist, and grabs other, smaller concealed weapons from holsters about his body, checking each energy cell before replacing them.  He next grabs an intimidating monster of an advanced blaster from a hook in the closet, and slings it over his neck, the holster hanging at his side for easy drawing of the beast.<br/><br/>Finally, he grabs what looks like a spider, it's body a large awkwardly circular red-purple jewel, with metallic legs curled up under it.  "Wake up" he says to it.  "There be adventure afoot!"  It whirs and beeps, the legs uncurling, and he puts it to his face.  The legs wrap around his head, the jewel and it's casing settling into position atop his right eye, like a half pair of goggles, or a high tech eyepatch.  With a soft "squick", little probes and spikes poke into  his scalp and barbs bite into his neck.  Warren winces softly, but he's used to it.  Other probes latch into holes on the neck and collar plates of the armor, and small lights become active.<br/><br/>He strolls happily to the exit ramp of the ship, a helmet in a sling on his back, and walks out into the dusty atmosphere, feeling soft ground under his boots.  "Aaaah....a dumpy, lawless frontier town.  Time to ask some questions.  You guys coming?"  he shouts back at the others in the ship.<br/><br/>