Lance froze his tracks and slightly lowered his gun in shock, his eyes wide behind his reflective visor. "Okay," He said, raising his rifle again, though in a non-threatening but suspicious way. "Not exactly what I was expecting." Well, maybe he [i]was[/i] expecting that. Cutter was never wrong, after all. The A.I. had taken scans of the general landscape within a matter of minutes, and when he announced that the atmosphere was a perfect match of Earth's, Lance was pleased to know that he wouldn't have to go outside in his helmet and armour all the time. 

What he [i]wasn't[/i] expecting, however, was that the unknown signature was... well, a girl. And a pretty damn attractive one at that. Strange thing was that she was dressed in somewhat strange apparel, namely a cloak. Who the hell even wore those things in this time and age? Also, she had a feather in her light brown... grey-green... dark grey... hell, Lance didn't know, but she had a white feather in her hair for some reason. She was also holding a bow and arrow. So, of course, with someone dressed up in that clothing and using that weapon, Lance immediately assumed that she was one of those fantasy roleplayers. 

The mercenary relaxed and lowered his gun. "Right. I bet you're one of those bullshit Dungeons and Douchebags roleplayers, aren't you?" He sighed, walking closer to her. "Can you point me the way to the nearest spaceport, please? My ship's having some problems with its hyperdrive."

"I'm not even sure if this place even [i]has[/i] a spaceport, Lance." Cutter said from Lance's internal helmet speakers. "I didn't detect any signals whatsoever coming from this rock." 

Lance switched off his external speakers so that only Cutter could hear what he was saying. "It's worth a shot. Either this is some lost colony, or this is some [i]really[/i] elaborate roleplaying game."