The cloaked man slowly raised his hands over his head and stepped out of the crater, his cloak returning to a flat black as he did so. He ran through his options for escape. Shoot this woman? He was pretty sure he was nowhere near fast enough. What did he have left? A couple smoke bombs? Confetti machine? Singing jelly beans? Somehow he doubted those would help him get away.
Be patient, he thought to himself. You don't even know she's a foe yet, and if she is, you won't need to distract her long.
He smiled, in spite of his situation. "No, the commander there isn't a Visser. Not anymore, anyway. As for why they're after me... that's a bit of a long story." He kept his peripheral vision on the Yeerk transport in the distance, as the last of the troops filed on, and it began to rise and move towards space before the hatch had even fully shut. "So, uh... where am I? And who are you?"