Two mechanical soldiers walked out of the repair ship and stood on the ridge.
Yang Ming carefully examined the coefficients displayed on the 'tablet' in his hand, as if he were reading an inventory of expensive cargo.
Kolev looked around with his hands behind his back, admiring the scenery and muttering in an old scholar's tone,
"Beautiful, no volcanoes in sight, nor fault lines formed by seismic activity. It's a great location. Is there microbial life in the soil here? Wow, anaerobic bacteria! Maybe, after tens of thousands of years of transformation, this place could become a new habitable planet."
But after a while, Kolev got a bit bored.
The process of the transport ship landing was so monotonous.
There were no complex special effects and no attacks from 'ground indigenous life forms.' The transport ship simply landed, put down the support frame, adjusted the ship's angle, and steadily stopped on the solid, flat surface of the crust.
The tail cabin opened fully.
