The Clockwork Man was sitting atop one of the angular, curved wings of the sleak crescent shaped ship. Up close, it was made of a dark metal with grooves, and seemed suspiciously undamaged by what must have been a catastrophic collision with the ground. In actuality, the ship was made of the exact same alloy that the automaton was made from, the mysterious semi-sentient metal he had dubbed ‘Elmorium’.

It was roughly 100 feet in diameter, not large by any means, and it had one small door-sized opening at its back for passengers. The spider was currently inside; rewiring complex technology the Clockwork Man himself had no familiarity with, though he probed it with his own magic to begin to correct that ignorance. It was late afternoon, by his reckoning, so he had no particular reason to be alert, but old habits die hard. That was why, with a sound like a significant amount of air being suddenly displaced, the Clockwork Man immediately caught on to the interlopers arrival. 

Sat on the sloping wing, his head slowly raised upwards with little to no alarm, and a few moments later the new arrival crested the top of his ship, which bulged significantly and then ran down to the half-buried wing the Clockwork Man himself sat upon. He had been concealed up until that point by the significant obstruction of the ship, but with his new vantage point there was no way for the automaton to remain concealed. 

“Ah, a Human.” The Clockwork Man observed in his grating, dry, mechanical voice. He continued to look up at the human, still remaining seated on the wing, bending his head back to observe him.

“Welcome to Mystique.” Was all the Clockwork Man said, as he returned to staring off in the distance, leaving the man standing above and behind him on top of his space ship.