Jona began to draw his bonesword as Xyleena climbed smoothly down the tree trunk, but hesitated at the scent of the pheromones. The creature's nightmarish appearance and alien presence led him to assume it would attack mercilessly, but the way it stayed back at a respectful distance wasn't the behaviour he expected from a dangerous predator, and the scent of rain was not the fetid stink of the jungle where he had spent much of his life, but the clean, earthy smell of a place he barely remembered, somewhere back in his earliest childhood. His fingers loosed on the sword's hilt.
A well concealed hatch on the front of the pod opened with a hiss of decompression, revealing red warning lights inside. A slender figure was locked in with a crash harness that it disengaged and pushed up, before staggering out over the side of the cockpit. It was clad in a curious, yet appealing mixture of ceramic plate armour, and exotic robes of some unusual fabric. Its face was obscured by the smoky, translucent surface of a full facemask connected to the bodyhuging suit by slender piping. Its shape was almost human, except for the hands and feet which only had two digits, and a thumb on each hand. It's legs curved elegantly backwards below the knee. Barely sparing a glance at the gathering crowd it staggered to a storage compartment in the pod's side and retrieved a white cased, collapsible shotgun which it folded and slung on the small of its back, then turned to face the spectators.
"Uh... sorry about the landing." It said in a lyrical voice with a strange accent. "I think I'm a bit lost...."