Hiko heard the thundering roar of those Earthling vehicles. How annoying. He hadn't been able to do more than stand up before they came flying this way. In fact he could have sworn they barreled through something standing in their path. Such odd creatures these Earthlings were. The smoke caused by the impact was beginning to clear. He could see them as shadows but figured they couldn't see him. He stood at the ready. This was not exactly his idea of a good way to start out being on Planet Earth. He saw the men moving around. Whatever were they looking for. He decided standing still with a bunch of weapon toting men was not the best idea. As such began walking through the clearing smoke. Only a foot before he stopped.<br/><br/>In the smoke facing the General was the growing form of the alien who had been that comet. The smoke dimming and allowing the shadowy form of the male to be seen. In fact it soon cleared all the way and only kissed the ground in places. Standing there the long orangish blond haired male looked at all the men. Should he say anything. An ironic wording of I come in peace flashed through his mind. He almost snickered at it as it was something the humans thought up and extraterristrial kind found hilarious. Perhaps it would be the best move in this area. His red tinted skin having the same kind of tint to it as the land of Mars did.<br/><br/>He studied the woman as she got closer to him. Just standing where his comet form had crash landed. Well this was just interesting. Odd...that woman seemed quite young to be in the position in their "military" as she was. She looked around his age in his human form. Really it was just his shell. He could spend short bursts of time without his shell but needed a shell to return to. He stood there in the center of the faded smoke. Comet shell laying all around him. Yet there he stood. Doing his best to seem nonthreatening. He looked at her mainly. The men he could see clearly but his main goal was to keep his gaze on the...female...of this species.<br/><br/>Should he wait? Or. Should he speak? He would let them speak first. He finally decided. Studying them and their weapons. The blast from their guns slower than a blaster of mars so it wouldnt' be too hard to dodge a few bullets. However with now all of those guns pointing at him that would not be easy to do more than just a few bullets. He did not feel like damaging his new shell this soon. Faster healing and easier bullet absorption aside. It would still hurt like hell and or destroy his shell. Then he'd need to remake his new shell. Better to not stir their hostility.