A small vessel, barely large enough to hold a hundred souls, drifted into orbit around the primitive world. It was black as the void it emerged from, and hardly a peep of an energy signature was seen. Faded lettering, long-since eroded by time and cosmic winds, was printed across the bow of the ship, but they were painted over by gruesome red sigils in a harsh jagged script.
“Stealth systems are functioning,” echoed a rasping voice through the dark corridors of the seemingly-dead ship. “Preliminary scans show no patrolling vessels. Start an analysis and search for optimal landing sites. Once we’re sure nothing will spot us, begin a slow entry.”
The ship tumbled lazily in a long arc around the planet, subtly scanning as it went. If nothing was discovered, it would reorient and start skimming the outer atmosphere, taking care to avoid too much friction heat as it descended to the unsuspecting world.