everybody!
for the wait.
Vash sat quietly, drinking sake at the local tavern. He could feel the weight of his heavy magnum buried beneath his long, bright red trench-coat. The past few weeks had been heavily uneventful. He knew that he was a wanted man, but nobody knew exactly what he looked like, so there wasn't a way to distinguish him to the authorities. Nobody talked to him, and he was glad for that, because if his presence were to be discovered, he would either be shot at, or arrested. Suddenly, and drastically loud, a drunk man hobbled in, and started rambling about some weird light in the sky. One man, who had arrived shortly before, and hadn't started drinking yet, convinced the drunk man that it was probably nothing. The sun started getting brighter, but nobody noticed, for they were too drunk to care. Out of nowhere, the ceiling exploded as a large object crashed through it. The group off cheerful drunks instantly morphed into a dizzy, panicked, gun-wielding mob. Vash sprinted from the inside of the building so that he wouldn't inhale too much of the cloudy debris. While outside, he looked up to see if the strange light really existed. Vash saw it, but it faded from view quickly as three bolts of what looked like lightning erupted from it. The earth shook as each projectile found it's mark. He heard screams coming from inside. A dense beam of green lightning shot from the side of the tavern. In place of the wall was an immense gaping hole in the tavern. When the debris cleared, the silhouette of a tall man was revealed. There was something wrong with the arm, though. It was... disfigured, for lack of better terms. It looked mostly normal, but it came up to a U-shape at the top. The hand began to glow, and, out of fear, Vash darted away toward town, screaming alien along the way. As he started, most of the drunks in the tavern got up and joined him.