The transport to the surface was, perhaps not so surprisingly, rather spectacular looking.  Each of them resembled a train car, though with their own engine attached to one end, every inch of it covered with some sort of gleaming metal, and not a blemish to be found.  By noon, the various assistants had assembled, along with the elderly man from earlier.  The assistants were loading several large cases into the first car, the elderly man almost constantly yelling and pointing at various things, making several exclamations about "valuable equipment" and "delicate machinery" - from his actions, it was clear he was the Doctor in charge of the operation, or at least in charge of coming up with the ideas in the first place.<br/><br/>When they were nearly finished loading everything - a task that took them until an hour past noon - the car looked full enough that it would be a surprise if any of the assistants themselves could fit inside.  Eventually, the car operators came out to help the group of hunters load their supplies into the car and get seated.  Finally, they were off, the cars making a swift but smooth path off of the edge of the city and down to the sands below.  The landing spot looked like it had been prepared ahead of time, the land smoothed out to make a suitable landing spot and several of the warning systems already in place, both where the cars came to a stop and a few feet ahead of them, apparently surrounding the camp and work area.  The devices looked to be top of the line, or at least close, though the best warning these types could give was still only ten minutes or so - enough to evacuate a small camp and grab a few important items, but nowhere near enough warning to evacuate even a small town.  Several spots in the perimeter seemed to be missing, likely the result of either wildlife mistaking the antenna for some kind of meal, or one of the few land-living groups of outlaws deciding they needed some protection, too.