"Oh... that just isn't fair" Priscilla remarked in disbelief as she saw the massive charge up on the small planetoid below. Instead she pushed on again. This planet seemed to be the last one she could access... tiny, brown... she walked around to the top. Looking for anything. She had to get the fuck out, and it was...
Suddenly, she saw it. Flanked by a pair of faceless guards in highly advanced mechanical suits, there was a large, ruined construct. It was a large tripod, though missing a leg so it was on it's side, attached to the legs was an iron box with a dish on it, out of which sprawled multiple, curled and greyed tentacles, some were torn and smoking and others were dripping a purple messy fluid. inside the cracked and broken dish where the relay would usually sit was a shattered black orb, inside was it was a smeared black substance that seemed to twinkle like the stars in the sky. This thing was radiating power, and Priscilla's scanner was going off the charts just looking at the thing. This must have been something, maybe a long dead creator but now it was just a husk of it's former self. Though still, it seemed to have great potential...
But more importantly, what she saw was a worrisome lack of exits. There were no launch pads, and no form way to go back now. Priscilla was going over her current options, when suddenly she heard it.
An angelic, ominous Latin choir was singing bombastically in the sudden silence. Priscillas eyes widened to inorganic levels as the meaning of this sunk in.
Everyone knows the ominous choir was a sign of certain death, like a 44 string set in D minor, something big was about to happen with her in the center.
"Okay big guy... your coming with me" she said, walking over to the ruined box, knocking down the two astronauts to get a decent grip. She didn't come this far to die on a blasted rock this close to a major prize. She wrapped four arms around and lifted. Straining metal and gears could be heard as she shifted and managed to lift the monstrosity over her had and onto her back. Heavily walking over to the edge of the planet, she saw over the dying brown star she opened up her computer interface. She had a plan, but if anything went wrong both of them were going to fucking fry...