Rathien's stream-lined ship slips into the atmosphere smoothly, gliding through the upper stratosphere. He locates the concentration of ships that must make up the docking area. The flames of reentry die off and nothing more than a slight distortion of light betrays the presence of Rathien's craft. The Ildari does a sweep of the area and locates technology that appears analogous to the type that Tobias employs. He locates no sign of Thienal, and if there wasn't a sign of that bounty-hunter...he wasn't present.
A further sweep shows technology analogous to Yeerk and Andalite craft as well as some signatures he doesn't recognize. Perhaps Tobias wasn't the only bounty to be had at this rock in the middle of nowhere. Rathien picks a small, empty clearing out of the way and sets his ship down not more than half a mile from the structure, the cloak still active. He undoes the seat restraints and checks his equipment. Satisfied that everything is in place, he opens the ramp and descends, setting pliable, leather-like boots on soft grass. "Strange, this rock seems too small to be able to support natural biomass."
He shrugs and pulls out his modified ARC computer...a little "gift' from one of his Andalite marks some time back. It really was a useful little gadget and the poor blue quadruped had no further use for it after Rathien was done with him. The computer shows a habitable atmosphere all around the small planetoid, with standard gravity though given its size its gravity should be much diminished over that of a standard planet.
He shrugs again...it's the type of place Tobias would enjoy after all...anomolous. He presses the button on his wrist-pad that engages his active camo and more-or-less vanishes from sight. The camoflage also represses non-visible light spectrums as well as sound, leaving nothing but a slight light distortion in place of his body. He treks the relatively short distance to the bar and surveys the building. Hopefully Tobias's android lackey hadn't been actively scanning with that ship of theirs...it was one of the few tecnologies (at least that Rathien knew of), that could see through his ship's cloak if they looked real hard.
He catches a glimpse of Tobias through a window, apparently taking his ease, trying to sell something from his bag of tricks from the look of it. A shot from Rathien's entroper through the window might have a chance of taking Tobias out altogether, but not without collateral damage. Knowing Tobias he'd be up to his old tricks, probably wearing an explosive suit linked to his vitals. The entroper would break the bonds of the explosive it contacted, but not the stuff it didn't hit. Besides, this wasn't The Kill for Tobias, Rathien could sense it. There was a better way and Rathien would find it.
He also notices several humans that he imagines are controllers, one in an obviously kempt Imperial uniform. The others though...they might be rebels given the location unless they were merely under-cover. Outside he notices four Andalites some distance off from the bar. One was obviously female given her build and coloration. One had some very intriguing mechanical modifications...suc h rampant mechanization was indicative of a rather nasty race known as the Alvie. If this one was still connected to the collective, he would bear watching if not outright elimination. There was a younger male though he carried himself with the pride of a Warrior. And the older male held a stature of a Prince, and most-likely the commanding officer of the others. Such a unit could also cause troubles. One Andalite was hard enough to deal with, but four...the odds would not be in his favor.
Tobias was amongst too many people...a hit now would be irresponsible. Rathien is suddenly stricken with a strange urge to go in for a drink. Normally Rathien stalked in silence, his prey never knowing what was watching them, but Rathien's 'sixth sense' was rarely if ever wrong. Usually following it led to the most favorable outcome for him. Regarding prey, it usually led to The Kill. The only time Rathien had ignored it, he'd nearly died himself. He shakes his head, shrugging, and goes around to the back of the bar, disarming his active camo out of sight.
He walks back to the front of the bar and opens the archaic swinging doors. Any onlookers would see his 6'6" slender yet defined human-like build. His light-blue, almost silver hair hangs to his shoulder-blades in a ponytail bound at the nape of his neck, his intense, aqua-blue eyes faintly iridescent in the low light. The only defining characteristic showing that he is not of Earth-human stock besides the hair-color are the pointed tips of his ears, those extending a bit past his temple. His garb consists of a black tunic integrated with creme-colored flexible plates of maleable armor across his upper chest and shoulders, the plates on his shoulders extending straight out about half a foot. His leather-like, mahogony vambraces bind his sleeves in just past the elbow. His black half-cape embossed with thread-of-silver scrollwork hangs to his waist, the designator of his clan back on Ildiar. The elegant hilts of two fighting-blades can be seen protruding up over each shoulder-plate, the blades themselves curving sinuously across each other underneath his cape. The black and silver braided belt at his waste binds the fabric of his tunic in, a holster on his right hip holds his Entroper...a weapon that resembles a simple black blaster pistol, though in truth has a much different effect. His loose-fitting black pants are bound just past the knee by his mahogany, shin-high, leather-like boots...more pliable, creme-colored armor plates covering the shins and toes.
One being in particular catches his glimpse...a female humanoid with pointed ears. Was she another Ildari? He wants to ask her but it looks as though she is engrossed deeply in a conversation with an amphibious-looking being and it would be rude to interrupt. He decides instead to take a stool one down from Salem, grinning over at him, showing the sharp and somewhat elongated vestigial fangs of his race. "Greetings Tobias." He orders a drink from the BT, a green ale drunk commonly on his home planet at special occasions. He takes a swig, looking back at Tobias again, still grinning. "It's been a while."
