The only issue with the entire ordeal, was how it wasn't only the Arrowhead that picked up on the signal, and within minutes there was going to be hell unleashed. Cloaked by a field of distortion that Jack Treyman had custom built (Its pretty damn gold considering he builds time/space tearing nanochips), the Last Legate stalked the vessel from afar in an undetectable state of watchfulness with his AntiMatter sniper rifle in either of his hands, looking through the second scope as an infrared scope pointed out any heat signatures in the area. The cowboy was also there as the one who had been approaching the ship, his armour equipped and hidden beneath the ten foot tall man's duster. His 50. Caliber LMG was at his hip but pointed to the ground ahead of him in an act of not aggression but peace. He had an arsenal of weapons but those would only have few being visible to the naked eye. Oh, and there was also an NTR Alamo watching from orbit and a large unit of ODST's and Rangers watching from above, but they would be on standby rather than assault. In the event that someone pulled some bullshit. "Damn, not a bad vessel," called the cowboy as he looked over the ship with a whistle beneath his helmet.