LanceCorporalZoruru

((OOC: This would be my RP-invite post.))So things might not be as quiet as he'd first thought. As he lurks in one of his favorite spots, this time clad in his Pekoponian suit to better survive the cold weather, he is filled with slightly more purpose than he did before. Not much, but there is something, though it bothers him slightly that only Kagege has the full plan in his head. Not too much though, he was always happy to follow orders, as long as he was on board with the general purpose. And this purpose...He idly wonders how Tororo and Taruru are fairing, propably better than him, he muses as he digs his hands deeper inside his coat p...

Zoruru looked up at the night sky above him, his breath misting in the chill air. The metal structure he was clinging to was icy cold against his skin, but it just reminded him that he was still alive. How long had it been since his platoon had been sent back to this forsaken spit of a planet? Years...Too many. In front of his eye his mind replayed images of those he had met, those who had vanished. He frowned as the liquid-bodies Keronian appeared briefly, only to dissolve back into the recesses of his memory. Zeroro...His chest clenched painfully as his face danced before his eyes. There had been good memories, that much he had to admit ...

*A harmless tree seems to be moving quite a bit despite the lack of wind, though it might also be a mirage caused by the hot weather. Who knows?One who cares to linger might catch a glint of something metallic somewhere within the shadowy branches and...is that a flash of a red light within the arboreal gloom?*((GDHfkhj...dA, stop changing your format. D: And a sign was needed that Zoruru is not dead.))