A movement! There is the target. Finally. He goes even lower, to reach the target with his transport beam. There! The target might even be contacting him, how can he otherwise explain the heat signature concentrated to one point? They must be aware, but since there's nobody attacking him, the target must want to get out of there. Of such assumptions trouble is born. Dar'Xel hits the button, the wide column of light appears around the tarhet and it's immediately moved into to the cargo hold, carefully prepared to house the great scientist and provide all the necessary comforts. He want them to cooperate easily and without threats.
As soon as the ship reports the target is on board, the ship flies away, out of the atmosphere. Dar'Xel sets up jump and goes check up on the scientist, make acquaintance and explain where they are going.
He opens the door, smiling without showing teeth - apparently humans like that expression. It very quickly hits him that something's wrong...
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