Captain .937 assembled them all. The Captain did not take an autonomous body, but kept to the various interfaces. It had no body as such and considered the vessels it inhabited suits or uniforms. This was once a great debate amongst AI, as uniform and suit implied a hierarchy under which they served at the flesh-beings pleasure. Captain .937 had not worn much else beyond its designated galactic freight and a brief stint as a colony dome as a part of a terraforming operation. The Follgun was much more slimmed-down in terms of responsibilities and felt a lot less in scope of reach, the freight could reach various solar systems in a single 'shift' (not a set time, but a required distance/objective) and the colony dome was always busy.
The flesh-things stood around the conference room. When they were accounted for the captain began with the reminder presentation:
'Welcome to Kessas Aen, the only naturally habitable planet within the Aeniik arm of the galaxy.' The wall displayed a rotating planet, if Earth/Sol-3 was green, this was greens, even from orbit the greens were various and shifting, looking at one patch changed its colour. The seas around it were mostly blue, some slightly indigo. As the planet turned on the display it shows a dot of rosy pink, this was not important to the mission as the landmass that contain this was on the other hemisphere. Beside the planet was the arm of the galaxy, giving them all a perspective from where they've travelled and how far they are from any communications.
'It is a comparatively new planet, although its origins are not recorded and remain a mystery.' Simulations and recorded displays of planets forming out of the void. 'The planet is unique for its planet-wide temporal energies.' An image of the landmass they landed on was filtered through various spectrometers and scanners. 'These storms, often called rifts, present no readings beyond their outward distortions, they are usually invisible to the naked eye usually and lead through time. As far as is understood they do not reach through space. This is why they are classified under rift rather than wormholes. Although this distinction has no scientific distinction.'
A map display of the more local area on a square grid, each square representing ten kilometres. It showed a basic topographical layout, a lot of dense forest, a mountain, a valley. A blue glowing dot indicated where they landed, a red one where they should have landed and then a green dot towards the top-left corner.
'Your objective is to reach the event site and begin excavation. The journey on foot should take at most two days, this will give you a month before supplies run out. Satellite imaging has planned your pathway, the academic team will be guided through it by the militarists.' Two paths forms, both yellow. The triangles avoided the more direct route through the forest, instead going over the mountains and nearing the valley before sharply turning towards the green dot. The other, the yellow squares, were a near-direct path from the blue to the green dot. 'Equipment and base-camp supplies will be sent there via a transport vehicle, as there is limited fuel it will be only there to carry the equipment and will remain at base camp near the event site for emergencies.
'The event site, as shown from satellite imaging, is a cluster of artificial constructs. The academic team will excavate and analyse the information there. Should anything of great importance be found the secondary team in the Krelliz will be sent out. Should the militarists find sources of nutrients and sustenance, the two teams will merge and continue excavating. Superficial analyses show the atmosphere to be non-toxic, however there is a lack of information on local flora and fauna; you are advised to not interact, any attempt to do so without proper equipment will be viewed as a disregard for personal and social safety and will result in an override of your personal autonomy.
'Doctor Clayton, I believe you wished to contribute about the dangers of the rifts?'
The room turned to her. She shrugged and sidled up to the front of the room and in her archaic speak warned them of the dangers of what travelling through a rift would mean. They should work off the assumption it is death, because if they survive it will be a miracle. She did add that they would be unlikely considering the storm above that they narrowly missed is a swell of many smaller ones that is causing a chain reaction to the near-by ones. She wasn't sure how long it would last, and to even make a prediction would be foolish on a planet that distorts time.
And, again, I should say this was in archaic speak, very technical. I have a feeling that the more time she is forced to spend with the others in a social capacity, the easier her language will become. She'll actually have learned it. Or perhaps she will keep it as some emotional barrier for what is to come.