As the purple Robian Weasel enters the zone via a portal, he looks around. “What, are you kiddin’? This is nowhere near one of the spiky green jerks we’re huntin’!” He groans. “Ah, well, guess I get to check my weapons to make everything’s workin’ proper.” However, as he begins checking, his…
"Hold it right there, scum. You are trespassing inter-dimensional borders." Zonic the Zone Cop points his gun at the newly ported weasel. Agitation clear on his face. "You can make this easy for both of us by giving yourself up right here."
Oh, great, it was a Zone cop. Perfect. Although…How hard could he be to handle? Especially- Using his Robian physiology, he sent a ‘Back up’ signal back to the base zone. If he was decently lucky, the zone cops hadn’t upgraded to pick that up, at least. If he was decently lucky enough… He keeps his gun trained on the Zone Cop. “Why? Do ya really think I’m that crazy?”







