Space Cops 2~

[Angder]

Angder blinks, and then crouches by the 'corpse' again... he taps the chest. "Is this... android?!" Angder shakes his head. "I am being hopeful aren't I..."

[Wolxikin]

The chest was hard and made a clang sound when Angder tapped it. The panel from before, that has been flashing deseaced, was now letting out a loud beeping sound and was flashing 'self destruct initiated' the clanking noise resumed, except it was getting louder this time.


The figure from the shadows  was gone now

[Angder]

"OH SHIT GET BACK!" Angder dives for cover.

[Wolxikin]

The 'body' exploded, anything nearby had caught on  fire, the strange part was there was very few organic material in the debris, mainly metal and what seemed to be android parts

[Cifero Windtail]

As the smoke cleared, a person-sized flickering dome of pink could be seen close to the ground. Inside it were Angder, the wolf, and Spectre's armor. The gem in the strange wolf's abdomen was glowing brightly, and she looked as though she was focusing hard, though her eyes were closed.

[Angder]

Angder sighs. "So... spectre could still be alive... or he could have never been alive.."

[Cifero Windtail]

The wolf nodded. "It's quite possible that you've been set up," she said, carefully dropping the shield. The glow of her gem darkened once more to a soft pulse. "Are you alright?"

[Kromas Ndorai]

((I know its a bit late into the fray, but would it be possible for me to join?))

[Wolxikin]

((Fine with me, we need some more people, I can give you the run down if you like))

[Kromas Ndorai]

((I'll wait on the GM's approval, but I think I gets whats gone on

Name: Kromas Ndorai

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Species: Wolfsky

Race: Alien

Occupation: Fugative

Appearance: Mainly red and black fur, but that is hardly ever seen as he is always covered head to toe in a long, black trenchcoat and a mask made of scrap metal. He also keeps a hood up over his head.

Personality: Reserved, introverted but conflicted and self loathing,

Weapons: Dual Energy Sickles of his own decide, and various distraction devices focused around smoke.

Extra: Kro was exiled from his home, and picked up his trail in a life of deciet, double timing and hatred.

))

[Cifero Windtail]

(Oh, hello... Broken.    You change your name a lot.)

[Kromas Ndorai]

((Yeah, I do. It changes as I change, really. Anyway, I'm gonna get started.))

Kro stood looking over the river bank as the black, sealed bag floated away downstream. One less problem to deal with, he thought. He kneeled down, and cleaned the blades of his trusty sickles. They never let him down.

[Grovygrunge]

Xander was near the stream Kro was at. Watching his activity, curious as to what he was up to. He watched the bag get dropped into the stream and start to float away. He sprinted for the bag and grabbed it. He was bored and wanted to know what was in the bag.

[Kromas Ndorai]

He brushed himself down, and put his sickles back in their holsters, and began to walk away. He noticed someone had grabbed the bag as well.... What stupid, brain dead idiot what grab a black sealed bag that was going down a stream? Like people think that it would have jet injectors or something in it, but smarter people KNOW exactly what would be in that bag.

kro walked off into some nearby trees, and headed off to where ever fate would take him.

Although, he couldn't help feel the guilt... The kill... What had he do-

A wicked grin stretched across his face.

[Grovygrunge]

Xander had hoped for literally anything of value to be in the bag. Just something. Heck, he'd settle for there being a doll in it that he could sell, or some really soggy pictures tossed out because of the memories they stir. What he found when he opened it was much worse. He gagged and dropped the bag. "Jesus **censor**! Damn! Well...Guess that's what I get for stealing a bag thrown in a stream..."