"Decided to call me Cypher, did ya?  Suppose thats better than gobshite, robot, or anythin' else ya had in mind."  The android mused, not really reacting to much that they said reguarding the plan.  After all, they were the specialists, her job was a bit more straight foward.  "I possess a titanium reinforced endoskeleton, internal targeting scanner, with a field weight test of 500 lbs, give or take a wee bit 'ere and there."  The synthetic nodded, turning back to face them.  "Aye, I have a HUGE gun as well.  I think I can support well enough, assumin' ya don't want me to talk to them.   I've located a landin' pad, i'll be settin' down in a few.  Dunno what'll greet us, so lets assume its big, fleshy eaten predators ta be safe.  Which means me and the boyo over there will be right as rain I suppose."  She mused, motioning to Toi.<br/><br/>Gripping the consoles, the Synthetic suddenly brought the controls down, hard, jolting anyone who wasn't strapped in.  "Sorry, forget you fleshlings don't have stablizers."  She said in a disturbingly sing song voice, given she didn't have a mouth.  At the last moment, she pulled up, and with a loud 'CLANG' and the sound of the landers hitting the ground, they were on what appeared to be a landing pad, a small one, although only very small scout ships could be seen.  The entrance to the main facility was lit up, so at least power.  And no welcomming comitte.  From around them, they could small what appeared to be man made jungle, and beyond that arid wastelands.  "We;ve landed.  I'll get ready, be out in a few minutes."  Getting up from the pilot's seat, as she disengaged, the lights flickered off, and with heavy footfalls she began to walk towards her cabin, leaving the others to get ready, or head out.  Sensors read outside as being breathable, with a heavy oxygem and nitrogen mix, temperatures outside were a balmly 28 degree Celcius, with very low humidity.  At least it would be somewhat comfortable, no ice or fire worlds for them!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>