They came down on sand flats between the village and the sea, careful to avoid the primitive wood-and-vine boats lined up near the water’s edge. They lowered the ramp, and Grayson, in his full environment suit, carrying a scanner, was the first out of the airlock.
“Seems fine. Everything’s reading green. They’re all still lined up by the huts. Don’t seem particularly scared. I’m gonna lose the helmet.”
The crew watched the feed intently. When Grayson’s head was visible, and the Rithlans could see he was human, they began to amble down the beach with offerings for their new Gods.