"Yeah, but he jumped up and got all dramatic. He must be runnin'," Rance replied. It was sort of a naive thing to say, but in the end, he turned out to be right. As the black machine flew away, Keizer spun his pistols and reholstered them. The gunslinger armour was jettisoned, all the pieces shifting back into the gun-covered rear end of a motorcycle form.<br/><br/>The VTOL cycle and the guncycle bits both headed back to Keizer's mobile base, hooking into their proper spots on the loading port. Keizer itself knelt, and parts of his chest folded away to let Rance hop out. He kept his helmet on until he was on the ground, and looked over the horizon as the ship disappeared from sight.<br/><br/>"Extremely friggin' unpleasant. Geez." Rance said, giving a heavy sigh once he got a closer look at the environment around them. There were few corpses even visible. Most had been vaporized, leaving behind bones and little else. Destroyed husks of military robots littered the area, and the collateral damage was pretty bad. Humanity itself hadn't quite been eradicated, but a heavy loss had been taken.<br/><br/>His mind was taken from that subject when Alexander's masterful detective skills came up. "An alien. You sure about that, man?" Rance asked. He'd heard of weirder, and it wasn't like he didn't believe in them. Someone had to have built all the tech that fell from the sky, after all. He just didn't think they'd ever see them. And if they did, he didn't really expect them to be speaking human languages.