"I haven't eaten in days. I don't have any money but you can have my ship if you want it."

The lead scout smirked as he glanced over at the ruin that was the boy's ship. That much was a good sign at least. The Trueborn weren't much for subtlety, and a scheme [i]this[/i] elaborate was far beyond them. Unfortunately for the boy, however, circumstances didn't change orders. 

"Welcome to earth, off-worlder," said the lead scout. "I hope you enjoy your stay." He turned to the rest of the scouts. "Burtagen, inform the commander that we've captured the trespasser. The rest of you, take him to the cells and feed him." He returned his gaze to the boy. If he was afraid, he did a decent job of hiding it. "You'll be treated fairly here, but I can't promise we'll ever let you leave. This place is supposed to be a secret. I'd imagine you felt the situation to the east before you even entered orbit. We're not taking risks."

Before waiting for an answer, the lead commander nodded to one of his men. Two men floated forward, taking the boy by either arm. They didn't bother checking for weapons. Anything in his pocket was poultry compared to the initial power level he'd displayed as he stepped out of that pod. 

As the scouts took the boy away, their leader called one of them back. "Head to the Lookout," he instructed. "The Guardian and the Keeper surely know about the battle to the east already, find out if they've learned anything we don't know."