With a sickening lurch, the gunship stabilized and righted itself during descent. The rather futuristic shape of the Lane Hacker vessel crested a small cluster of hills before coming within visual distance of the hodge-podge operation taking place in an artificial crater. With an ominous blue flare, the vectored ion thrusters brought the gunship into a hover, swiveling about to face a make-shift landing pad.
Gracefully, the craft touched down, the landing feet of the vessel poking out from the sponsons like chubby insect legs. Light spilled from a hatch on the 'cheek' of the gunship, a thin loading ramp extending to the ground. A suited figure wandered from the open hatch and down the ramp, carefully making his way to the transports. A fleet of hovering machines with insectoid apparatuses under them shadowed his route, their tiny red eyes darting this way and that as they surveyed the terrain.
As he made the final approach to the transports, the machines scattered and darted off in different directions. The man's head watched them as they disappeared over the horizon before turning back to the ship and accessing the open comms channels.
"So, Madame McDowell, this is the site. I am currently surveying the ground beneath your ships and have located a few suitable layouts for the materials you have at your disposal. Any requests?"
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"