DocSlime
(Sorry about this post in advance as it may make things a bit difficult continuity-wise but I did have secret lore regarding this planet ready to put into place and practically warned you of it so i am going to include it still anyway, though in a slightly different way to how i originally intended)
(Play dramatic music while you read!)
The three tiny "Zipper" class light fighters followed by the larger Freighter drop into orbit low around the new Offworld, a "permission to land" signal is transmitted to the Scientific outpost on the surface and affirmed
Sergeant Dancer: "Thhratss strannge, therr seems to bbee ann eenerggyyy sppikke emmannattinngg frromm thhe pllannet"
*The planet seen through the viewport seems to glow slightly (This would be caused by the rapid passing of 6 million daysworth of biolight emmissions from the planet's plants, as Krekov prime has a very interesting ecosystem)
Inspector Praxis Glenn: "What the hell is that"
Sergeant Dancer: "HnII Donnnt knnoww ssssiir, bbut ssssignals fffrroomm thhhee oooutposssst jussst sttooppedd."
Inspector Glenn: "Take us in"
The light dims just before the small group of spacecraft enter the planet's atmosphere, they swoop low over a vista of white corn-like plant stems each as thick as a mans arm and touch down near a substantial area of jungle, the large plants that make up the jungle are not trees, as this is not earth, but are similar in nature to giant fungi, though green and with many small disk-like leaves. the rear loading ramp of the First zipper opens and reveals a tall, pale man (Inspector Glenn) and a large insectoid alien (Sergeant Dancer) both wearing Ecosuits the two make their way down the ramp and the ramp raises again, sealing the Zipper.
Inspector Glenn: “Freighter pilot, Deploy A.D.R.I.A.N” (Automated Defensive Robotic Instrument, the A.N doesn't stand for anything but the designer thought ADRIAN sounded better than ADRI)
A box roughly the size and shape of an office printer with caterpillar tracks is lowered on hydraulics from the underside of the freighter, several spindly arm-like appliances unpack from the top including two with camera eyes on, three with laser emitters, one with a Machete-like blade and four with grabbers. The robot rolls foreward to fall into step with the two others who are now moving off into the undergrowth
Praxis: "ADRIAN, scan for the outpost"
ADRIAN: "Yezz zurr zzganning now"
Dancer: "Hwatt doo yooou thinnk hass happpennned too themm?"
Praxis: "I do not know, there is no point speculating until we have extrapolated more data"
Dancer: "hnii wass onlly asskinng"
The trio move onward, after a while ADRIAN speaks:
"There izz a weak beacon zzigniture half a mile directly to our eazzt"
Dancer: "HNthatt iss egcstremmely unnussuall, thosse beeaconss are powerred onn a smalll nuclearr generrator, theyy shoulld bee effvvective att a rannge offf thirteeen thhoouusand megga kllikks att full functionnallity fvorr asss lonng ass thhe microo issotoppe lassts, which inn thiss casse sshould havve beenne forr abboutt ffivve mmillionn yyearss."
the three reach a clearing which should hold a huge transparisteel dome, there is however nothing of the kind on view, merely a cairn made of stone slabs from the top of which emanates a thin stream of smoke
Praxis: "Interesting"
Suddenly eight shapes appear from the undergrowth in a ring, surrounding the trio, they are humanoid, but their faces look slightly like someone has tried to make them from putty, they have six fingers on each hand and are all bald, including the women. one of the women steps foreward, gasps, points at the red cross insignia on Praxis's ecosuit shoulder pad and speaks:
Woman: "It is a Hospeetaleer, as our forefathers taught us, they have come in our hour of need!"
Praxis: "Greetings, how do you know of us and our language, and what species are you?"
ADRIAN: "Parallel evolution of humanoid racezz izz according to zztatizztics 99.9% impozzible"
Woman: "I am Eil of Gren, the speaker for our group, i will answer your question. many millions of daycycles past our ancestors walked upon this pleasant earth with no direction, lost, and prey to the many evils theirin, then one day a hospeetal craft descended from the heavens, our forefathers asked of those that descended from the door how they could know all that these otherworlders know, and did decide to befriend them, the otherworlders took pity on our race, and pledged to help us, yet merely eighty daycycles from when the pact was made, a great curse fell upon our world, for the stars didst stop their play upon the heavens, and a profusion of evils befell our race. other skypeople alike but unalike to the hospeetaleers appeared in great numbers and brought with them disease, many of our people perished as the Hospeetaleers tried to save them but they had not enough of their medicines as their skyship would no longer bring aid, they decided that if they were to save our race from extinction by the offworlders a greatly many of us would be put into the deepsleep, in the special room below the ground, and the rest of us were to conceal ourselves from the offworlders whenever possible, and to create a guarding society to protect those in deepsleep, now our awakened race has dwindled but to those you see before you, but we have protected those below, and concealed ourselves from the offworlders, those who came near to here we frightened away or killed, they now know of us merely as legends or "Ghosts"."
Praxis: "But how is it that you are able to evade the Offworlders?"
Eil: "Our species is peculiar in that we can, when we wish alter our appearence, we as your box guessed, do not naturally look like this, but we keep this form in memory of the hospeetaleers, and so that if an offworlder chanced to see one of us in the distance, they would not know. we can also alter the temperature of our bodies so as to become undetectable to the heat finders they have, but here is enough storytelling, this is a time of joy! a time for us to wake our ancestors! follow!"
she leads them into an earthen tunnel dug under the clearing through a remarkable set of disguised openings and down, down into the earth, eventually they reach a bulkhead door that is encased in a stasis field to keep it from rusting, the cameraeye in the door recognises Praxis, and the field shuts off, Eil opens the door and the group pass in.
Praxis: "Amazing, this is the outpost, but after all that time it has been covered in earth!"
The voice of the outpost's computer speaks: "Welcome inspector, as my instructions detailed i have started the DE-Cryo procedure, it has been exactly 60000000 years since this facility was last operative."