Making his way through the trees and bushes towards the building he'd spotted during his descent was a human male. He had reddish-brown hair, and from the look of him, was somewhere in his mid twenties. He was wearing a skintight, camouflaged uniform, and wore a utility belt around his waste with various odd-looking devices strapped to it, including a very bulky-looking pistol, which he fingered lightly as he dove into the bushes, and glanced out from the edge of the field near the building he'd spotted. Under one arm, he carried some folded, black article of clothing. He had no way of knowing who or what inhabited the area, so he figured his best bet was to try not to draw attention to himself. He was fairly certain he'd seen bodies in a field nearby, and possibly even heard gunfire.
Jeeze. I come here looking for a quiet spot, and I end up in the middle of a damned military occupation... he thought to himself, glancing at the collection of spacecraft arrayed nearby.
He happened to glance up, and noticed the large spacecraft descending from the clouds, and the tiny craft streaking around the area. He didn't think he'd been spotted yet, but he'd probably better move quickly. No telling who was already watching him on the ground, especially with all the sensors likely available in the craft in this field. His scans had showed what was probably a basement under the building, and that was likely still his best bet. He set off quickly across the field, trying to move as stealthily as possible, and staying in the shadows of the parked craft when he could.
