((I almost hate to do this, but I'm "troping" in (
) a... few more bodies...))
The cloaked man watched the robot for a minute, unsure of what to do, and then a man stepped out of the door as well. Human, from the look of him. He noticed a Hork-Bajir coming across the field near him, towards where the Bug Fighter had disappeared, and breathed a little bit of a sigh of relief. If there were humans and Hork-Bajir here, he hadn't gone too far. The feeling of relief didn't last long, however; he noticed the larger of the Yeerk craft landing behind him. The two Bug Fighters continued hovering, keeping their weapons trained on the field of ships.
He decided to take a chance. He stood, his cloak changing back to black as he did so, and began walking towards the bar as calmly as he could, praying that the robot and the man near the door wouldn't shoot him on sight. He hated taking risks like this, but it was starting to look like he was out of options.
***
The Yeerk transport landed not far from where the Bug Fighter had disappeared. It bristled with Dracon cannons on all sides, but the Yeerk writing on the side read (roughly translated) "Light in the Darkness." The rear hatch opened, and troops began pouring out. They were comprised mostly of Hork-Bajir. Each wore what looked like a monocle, and in addition to the standard Dracon beam they were carrying, each had a Dracon rifle strapped to their back, and a black band with a crimson stripe around their left arm. Among the troops were also a few humans, similarly equipped and clothed in the same colors. They quickly fanned out around the area, moving with a military precision seldom seen amongst Yeerk forces.
Finally, after perhaps thirty Hork-Bajir and ten humans had disgorged from the craft, a man walked out. He had dark hair, and a large mustache, and from the look of him, was probably Russian in heritage. He had an eyepatch over his left eye, and unlike the rest of the humans, he was unarmed and clothed in a Yeerk dress uniform.
"I want him found!" he yelled in Gallard, with a heavy Russian accent, as he exited the ship. "But keep it friendly! Put your weapons down!" he snapped at the crowd of soldiers fanning out around him. "Don't fire unless you perceive a threat! We don't want to make enemies down here if we don't have to!"
He then began snapping commands to smaller groups of troops. "Team 1, I want you to check out the large ship we saw in the clearing back there. With that many bodies out front, it could be his handiwork. Team 2, check these parked ships, but be careful! We don't want to upset whatever crowd lives down here. Team 3, you're with me. And get those fighters on the ground! Nothing will upset the locals more than this show of force!" Given his choice, he'd be here alone. He worked better without all the intimidation. He supposed, though, that catching a fugitive this dangerous required a bit of force.
The small, fast ship that had been circling the area quickly lowered and landed beside the transport. At the same time, the commander noticed Thienal walking towards him. He sighed. He hated working with these two.
((By the way, the Hork-Bajir and humans are fair game for anyone to play at this point. They're in teams of about 14. They're highly trained, most of them as sharpshooters, and the rest in... I dunno, wilderness survival or something. Whatever. Anyway, the monocle things are like sniper sights if need be. They're a little jumpy, but have been ordered not to fire unless necessary. Right now, they're only searching for my one cloaked dude))
