Habitable, then, Stab thought, and they were lucky enough to have landed at the right spot. Perhaps not the best of vistas (Stab had noted a penchant for the Must Gates to open on a higher spot looking down, bot the top of a low rise seemed be about as high as this area could provide. Looking at the atmosphere, she was glad they were sealed in. Not because any of the allergens would affected them, but they'd be, like, manky, and since becoming a lich, she'd become rather used to not having to do much personal cleaning now she didn't generate any waste. Some liches still liked an occasional shower just for the feelign of water over their bones, but Stab wasn' among them. 

As the initial scan reports came in - and were transmitted to the Crippling Glare - and the drone moved off from it's hovering initial position, Stab and the team settled in for the long haul, patiently waiting for the Sentry Drone's sweep to complete.

A Sentry Drone was primarily optimised for ground-coverage scans, with the majority of it's detail sensors directed downwards. A standard terrain sweep scanned an area of up to 0.49 square miles (1.28 km²) per hour and the its optimum scanning cruising speed, scanning a forty-metre wide strip at a speed of twenty miles per hour. A full twelve-hour spiral pattern sweep covered approximately a 2.73-mile (4.4km) diameter circle, with an area of roughly 5.93 square miles (15.36km²). While is was quite possible for the Drones to fly much faster, the faster it went, the less information the scans gained. At the slow optimum speed, the sensors had full chance to properly determine detailed data - sufficient for the battlefield level, including picking up hidden vehicles and potentially infantry along with, as pertinently for the AMET teams, any other structures or points on interest within the immediate area as a local starting point for exploration. It was more thorough, more so than in a combat situation was possible, but it ensured that the fixed exit point for the Myst Gate was secure. (And it not, and the drone was shot down, that was useful in itself.)

Stab was almost always interested enough to watch the scan data. She was fairly sure that Feltain would have the Fallen Soul investigate the power signature while they were out there, but there might be other areas on interest too. If the Drone's scan didn't pick anything out in the immediate vicinity (or in the distance as it swept from its other, omnidirectional sensors), she predicted after a quick look in person around the local gate exit point (to be absolutely sure), they'd probably pick a direction towards the space anomoly and head out. She figured Feltain would have them keep low to start with and then fly up underneath it, at least until the determined if it had any active defences.

Feltain looked like he was also going to monitor the sweep too (while not strictly necessary, since the data would be being gone over by the base's specialists too who would understand it best, Feltain was clearly of the school of thought that he ought to anyway) as did a couple of the others. The rest of the squad relaxed, along with two crew of the Fallen Soul - see could see one of her squadmates - she was paying too much attention to the data to be exactly sure who - quietly discussing with the Fallen Soul crew whether they though they could kill one of the titantic creatures if they had to, woth a particular emphasis on whether the Fallen Soul's function as a boarding ram would be feasible. She could heare a couple more flicking on their scanners to play games (the sound of the games discretely limited to inside their own helmets, of course).

Liches, shorn of the bilogical imperatives, not even needing rest save to recharge the mana pools, could be interimidably patient, and those training by the Aotrs more so. With her professional detechment still solidly in place, Stab's gaze remained fixed on the stream of data until it was time to move.