She landed.<br/><br/>It's a simple phrase, but a complicated one.<br/><br/>It began with light - Flickering, twitching, the air shimmering with alien energies. The harsh crackle of ozone, the actinic buzz of the wall between dimensions collapsing...<br/><br/>-And then the thunderclap of entry, a tiny pod erupting from the rift; Buffeted by turbulence, it tumbled through the skies, descending down through brutal coils of clear-air turbulence, atmospheric drag fins deploying on the downbeat. Micro-rockets fired, cycling in and out to slow the pod's descent without burning them off entirely, even as the altitude thrusters flared again and again, giving it exactly the amount of sideslip or lift or yaw to bring the flailing craft to something resembling a 'landing', instead of a crash-<br/><br/>When it landed, it left a burning, molten wake - Carving out long, skidding furrows of soil as it ground to a stop, half-burying itself, the deep green of its viewports glowing with the sickly light of emergency power...<br/><br/>*****************<br/><br/>Within the pod, Autonomous Unit Tactical Response 1-3678 (Designation: GALATEA (https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5331121)) stirred, slowly, roused from her electronic sleep; Long, long lashes fluttering, deep violet eyes - concealing an innate targeting suite - opening at last, as she drew a slow breath.<br/><br/>SYSTEMS...ONLINE.<br/><br/>SENSORS...ONLINE.<br/><br/>INTERNAL BATTERY AT 100%.<br/><br/>"Commencing primary mission." Her voice was low, husky, in the confined space...Honey-blonde hair framing her lovely features, as the pod's blast doors slid open! As if she was merely alighting from a carriage, her lissome legs crossed with a supple scrape...A high-heeled boot kissing the earth at last, as Galatea stepped out into the sunlight!<br/><br/>Any onlookers would've been startled by the emerging form...And *what* a form it was. Voluptuous, honey-blonde - Lissome form sheathed in a tight leather jerkin - Galatea's slender but strong arms stretched behind her, as she *arched*...Rolling her slim shoulders, working out the kinks in her muscles. A slow sigh purred from her silky throat, as she ran gloved fingers through her hair; For all the thunder and fury of her arrival, the strange visitor looked...<br/><br/>-Well, she looked like a gorgeous adventuress. Far from home - But human, certainly. Lovely, too, the proud swell of her bosom rising and falling with each breath, a hand perched on her hip as she took in her surroundings...<br/><br/>But she wasn't an adventuress, and she *definitely* wasn't human. Discreet implants augmented her vat-grown form; an electronic brain of exacting precision sheathed in lovely flesh! The lovely gynoid's eyes narrowed, her internal sensors humming...<br/><br/>She, like her sisters, had been scattered across the dimensions. Seeking sources of energy, new resources, for the all-consuming Terran Dominion. Her pod had been *drawn* here - Not by chance, but by *design* - cold calculation indicating that this place, more than any other, had<em>potential</em>...<br/><br/>If only she could find it.