Thread: From The Stars (Collector x Yenpointfive)

Step one had been to relieve the general in command of his duties. He would certainly be losing his position for turning what probably could have been a peaceful first meeting between their species if only he didn't feel the need to send a squad of armed soldiers to greet someone who might have reacted much more favorably to a single unarmed agent. Worse still, the general had limited knowledge of the Conspiracy the semi-serious catch all term for those in-the-know about the Helios Initiative, the organization started shortly after Apollo 11 discovered signs of alien visitation on Earth's moon. He didn't rank actual Initiative clearance of any sort and as a level-0 clearance individual was only allowed to know about the Initiative's existence in the event his troops would act as first responders. It didn't do him much good since, after making mess of it, he tried to activate the only other Initiative protocols he knew of and declare her a an EOTW End of the World Event, probably since such an event would make secrecy a non issue and thus make his troops damnedest attempts to blow their secrecy a forgivable event. Step two had been determining whether or not she needed to be put down. An SR-71 equipped with a single fuel-air bomb was in the air in the event that they needed to do so. In the end the higher ups determined that she had been fired upon first and she hadn't actually finished off any of the troops that had attacked her once the threat was removed. She certainly wasn't a peaceful species but she could easily be forgiven for reacting appropriately to the situation. Until Initiative forces could arrive containment was to be left to the Level-2 on site, which as of a test conducted a week and a half ago, was Nathan Wright. Nathan weighed his options. Attack again and she'd break through the weaknesses in their lines. She'd already destroyed too many vehicles to put any others within range of that bow and a frontal assault by infantry was madness. All the options were bad ones and he was the poor bastard who got to pick how they screwed this job up. Seeing her standing atop the wreckage of her craft, ready for a second assault sent a shiver down his spine. There was something primal about her. They'd tried to conquer her and she'd put them in their place. He realized how he was going to keep her here long enough to get the Initiative troops on the ground and looked to the other five agents with him, all Level-1s. I'm going to need you all to turn out your pockets and one of you needs to run to our dear general. He was carrying his sword on him when I saw him earlier. Get that for me. He said simply. All the options were bad ones and this had gone too far already but the only way to keep it going and stand a chance of getting it under control was to keep going. This would work, Nathan told himself. She wouldn't fire on someone without a ranged weapon, and if he was wrong about that he was fairly sure she'd wing him. The other agents had been given strict orders not to help him if something was to happen. Maintain the perimeter and wait for back up had been his last orders to them. He looked like quite the enticing opponent, tall, fit, and handsome. His hair and eyes were the same shad of deep brown and his hair wasn't cut so short as all the military men she'd previously faced. The Initiative allowed for a bit more freedom from its agents, though the uniform was mandatory. The 'uniform' in this case was a pitch black suit and tie. Truthfully it had been adopted after stories of men in black had been spread among UFO conspiracy theorists. If you wanted to pretend you didn't exist you fit yourself into the stories of people no one believed. He carried the ceremonial saber at his side, having already checked to make sure it was actually sharp. He didn't have his side arm on him, having known that he'd never have a chance to use it. It was more important that she lived through this than that he did so killing her was the surest way to fail. As he approached the downed craft he started to come to the realization that she was a good foot taller than he was. On a more pleasant note, he managed to confirm that she was definitely female, judging by the way she filled out that jumpsuit of hers. He had no idea if she had any way of understanding human speech since everyone who had gotten close enough to speak with her had been more busy shooting than talking and never got a chance to report back whether or not she had said anything. Assuming you understand me I'd love to work this out without any more violence. He called out, his hand remaining still close enough to the hilt of his sword to draw it as he waited for her to answer, either with her words or her blade.