Dumb (I forgot to mention, but Gabriel is now 2,80 meters high to fit with the Übermenschen units of the GSR. I wouldn't be too difficult to have him shrink, but right now he'd rather play the role of a standart soldier.)
Gabriel: "These will have to suffice then.
Leave your weapons in the shuttle and get into these thingies."
He turns his left hand around, revealing a holopad in his combat glove. He quickly taps onto some spots, causing another soldier in the same gear to leave the shuttle and collect the rifles from his comrades.
Everyone then gets into one of the EX-Gears and guesses a number, Gabriel hitting 8, Josh 6, the soldier behind him, who obviously wasn't listening, accidentially guesses 35, the last two go with 17 and 12.
Oldie steps forward as his seemingly solid armor somehow flows into the right pocket of the underlying suit, beeing quickly revealed as a worn mechanic suit in need of some sewing and dotted with stains of oil, dust, paint and whatnot, even some burn marks and bullet holes. However, his head is even more outstanding than the suit, both the white hair and pink eyes beeing extremely rare sights on any average human.
He gives a slight bow while his companions stay back and look through the area, giving off silent whispering as the suit completely disappears in the pocket. The man starts speaking, his calm and collected voice indicating the knowledge and wisdom he must have gained in his past life.
Oldie: "Grettings representative of the Vajra, I am the Captain, Creator and owner of the ship above this planet. I sadly can not tell you my name for several reasons, but you may call me 'Oldie', as everyone else does. I really hope this won't be an inconvenience.
The people accompanying me are my two best bodyguards and a old friend. They won't interrupt us unless necessary, something that hopefully won't happen. I would have preferred to come here alone, but it appears no man owning more than ten credits and one ship may leave his personal room without guards anymore. As for the woman, she currently is an assistant of sorts and may act as translator if needed."
Oldie appears to be absolutely honest the entire time, save for any mentions of the woman, who just turns her head towards Ranka, allower the latter to spot a blood red eye beyond the hood of the cloak she's wearing. Her glare makes anyone directly looking at the eye feel quite uneasy, but the feeling vanishes as soon as the mysterious woman turns away.