A grey Werewolf was throwing flames everywhere when it entered the hanger, one of it's engines out, Hemlocke kicked the cockpit open and dropped to the ground with a hard thud, the hover function was still in tact, he pushed the ship out of the hanger's protective field as it exploded in a fiery blaze for pretty much everyone on this side of the station to see. He sighed and looked over to Lord Moka, his long wild hair obscuring the left side of his face except for a glowing retinal from his robotic eye piercing through. The metal face plate pulled down for once, the robotic eye not sparking up a storm for the first time in awhile. he left his dirty old IMG jacket in the cockpit of his ship, walking over to Moka, his skin paler than Moka had seen before. Dark grey short sleeved shirt, dark leather pants and boots with two curved blades on his left hip, Gatling hand cannon on the other. "Sorry i'm late Moka, the police fielded fighters faster than I had anticipated. killed around 30... 35? before I had to bug out, lost track. I really should have brought my damn Scylla." Hemlocke glanced from Moka to Misaki and Chika, crossing his arms as he sized them up. "I assume you are Misaki. Pleasure to meet you in person rather than over a comm." Hemlocke would bow his head a bit to the two, but just that, a bit.