Eternal Pilgrim -> Planet Surface
Whilst Raven was alone in the dark confines of the small ship's nosecone, she could hear a sudden rustling and clunking noise. Something much bigger than a person was moving in her proximity, it's bizarre form slowly revealing itself from the mess of exposed wiring and superstructure...
Black metal plates and bulging brown kevlar fabrics, messily molecure-taped together in a shockingly haphazard mess. Hunched over like a diseased robotic mosquito, a stern beaked helmet gazed at them with just a singular red slit of an eye on the left side. Dozens of limbs, most of them mismatched in length and finger types. A huge set of engine-wings that flooded the compartment with static when they pulsed with a hazy blue light.
Damn thing had just been crouched there the entire time. And it was so inhuman that it didn't even need camouflage, because it looked like nothing an organic's eyes would pick up as living...
"...Is it... special?... to have the digit between one's legs, that acts as a fertility conductor?..." A child-like, squeeky voice, pitched up and ingrained with bad speaker static. "When a machine can do everything, even for such organics, now?... This one is very confused..."
Absent-mindedly wandering right past her, it then moved back into the small ship's belly airlock, exiting out into the stormy exterior.
Movements were just too damn light, lazily dragging it's many limbs about like a cartoon ragdoll. Only when it encountered the windswept dust, that the gravity bubble forming around it suggested a technological means. The 'wings' were basically acting the same way as a typical hoverbike, but greatly strengthened.
<"Give Sanctifier Z-9 a crack at this. I will verily find your missing female...."> A com signal?... <"Patch into my eye. I will reveal the truth, I will...">
Yeah. They already had camera access to something with infra-red and x-ray vision. It was the same damn noisy spacer as before. Couldn't fit into any of the suits, so they built their own.
Taking off and sluggishly bumbling into the air, Z-9 began combing through the intense interference. Looking for any heat sources that might indicate Quartz's most recent footprints, or perhaps a mechanical hatch that they might have snuck down.