A smile graces the First Nations man's face as he directs his attention to Julian. The well dressed young man speaking of his home, and his professions. That of a pilot and a mechanic. A trade, and a good one at that. He slowly nodded, listening and tapping the red tip of the length of wood to his bottom lip. After abit after Julian stopped talking Henry hummed softly, "Thrope's Pier. I can't say I know it. But it sounds ideal. Our home is always a vision of paradise for us. And your goal to make it and your family great again. Oh gaining rank, prestige and recognition. A fine goal. Just don't get lost in the quest for it. There are too many examples of people, men, women of many creeds and many peoples who get lost in a quest for glory. Not all of them come away from it with the greatest of rewards. Some...come away with the opposite. Rather then bathed in glory, they come out bathed in the blood of the innocent and shunned because of the evil they have done." He smiles, "But I'm sure a fine young man like yourself will be perfectly fine."

He goes quiet for a time again before Henry speaks again, "As for us all being unique and thus making us all the same. There can be an argument against such an assumption. We may all have the unique traits of being HELIX pilots. But we are all our own seperate being, our personalities and up bringings and goals continue to make us unique despite being the same in the fashion that we are now compatriots." He nods sagely and whirls the painted and decorated length of wood tracing a brief spiral of red in the air. Henry hums, "I am not used to working in a large group like this Julian Brumbles. I am a Warrior, a Brave of the Grand Union of First Nations Communities. We have never had a standing army like United Empire or the Vertex. It's more along the lines of small groups of Warriors and braves protecting the borders of our ancestral lands." He smiles and taps the red tip of the piece of wood on the floor of the carrier, "This is what makes me unique. And the safety of the GUFNC, is what I strive for. My quest, much like yours." He points the length of wood, red tip first at Julian, "I'll count the [i]coup[/i], until my last day, for the safety of my peoples. My cousins."