X1 had had no idea when they were, what dimension they were in, or even if the planet was all desert or just this section. Not surprising for Reaper, but still a blow.<br/><br/>The terrain wasn't difficult, the construct could easily leap nearly ten meters without difficulty, and its advanced computer could calculate to a couple of centimeters where it should land. A few times it had leapt into a bad spot, once clearing a cliff only to find it was not as thick as it had calculated, and another landing on a rock that wasn't strong enough to support its weight. Still, it arrived at the wreckage without significant incident, which was both a concern and a blessing, but it was more interested in the wreckage. It tried to identify the wreck, seeing if it could place it in a weight category, and if what was left of the design had been seen before during their frantic attempts to get back home.<br/><br/>It pulled a piece from the massive rifle on its back, right from the end of the barrel, and hook it to its remaining arm, before checking to ensure the energy blade worked. It would likely have to cut things loose. While it knew the transport was a loss, it would have to make it more serviceable before it could leave to scout the area, but in shoring up its defensive capabilities, and ensuring that the Creator was as comfortable as possible, considering he had two fist sized holes clean through his chest.