[@supertinyking][@thewizardguy][@Nightknight]

[color=navajowhite][i] orbital drop achieved... unsatisfactory conditions... adjusting body[/i][/color] were Xel'rath's first impressions of the planet he'd been so rudely dumped into orbit over, plummeting rapidly as he reuses the frictional energy to build up a chassis capable of withstanding orbit, the pyramid-like construct enveloping the core, protecting it as the tip pierces deeper into the stratosphere.

[color=navajowhite][i]safe drop achieved, optimizing landing capabilities[/i][/color] were the second series of thoughts as three tentacles form along the vertices, acting both as guiding equipment and the landing gear, forming his optic sensor array just in time to get a 'face' full of metal as the owner of whatever construct he was crashing into was rather suddenly esploded as he punches through what appeared to have been the power storage unit, and while the irony was not lost on him, he was now tasked with making sure the owner of the crashed station he'd just crashed into wasn't imediately pointing an anti tank rifle at him... funny now that he thought of it, he never had a gender yet everyone had called him a 'he' so he'd adopted naturally male characteristics within his- thoughts for another time. His 'body' shifts so as to become more rounded, better able to deflect than the flat edges he'd hastily constructed during free fall, metal tendrals stabbing into the earth to anchor him before he proceeded to 'walk' out from the wreckage, adjusting his body further to allow for smoother travel without stabbing things.