[B] Sol, Mercury's Orbit [/b]

The hanger door gave a deep groan as it descended once again locking the docking party within.

The lights within the hanger flickered a dull red glow across the dreary room.

There seemed to be only one access corridor and no one within the Hanger itself.

The door hissed open.

An unmistakable whisper assaulted the party's ears.

It's tongue was foreign to the humans.

It only served unsettle the party more.

Out of the corridor walked a humanoid being.

As he approached he looked much the same as any other human except for 2 features.

He was unmistakably malnourished. 

And his irises were massive. As if he loved in perpetual darkness.

He carried with him a torch. (A flashlight)

The "man" waited at the foot of the disembarking ramp for the diplomatic party to descend.