(I'm not the greatest artist, but I tried my best. I'm usually better when it comes to writing than to drawing with GIMP.)
Hunched over a sensor array, the Cerxes-Class automaton tirelessly watched the readings for any anomalies. As it prepared to switch to another satellite, a sudden distortion caught its attention.
Its cybernetic brain pulsated rapidly as it integrated its right arm into the system, and within seconds it had downloaded all the knowledge surrounding the anomaly and then uploaded its report.
"THIS IS OUPOST BETA UNIT 05. UNIDENTIFIED SHIP ENTERING PLANETARY ORBIT. UNKNOWN MODEL. POSSIBILITY OF FALSE ALARM IS-"
"It is them." The voice echoed from a nearby transceiver. Its cold, calculating tone would have sent chills down the spine of any organic, but to the drone it was simply the voice of its master.
"ODDS OF MAKESHIFT CARGO SHIP, BOUNTY HUNTER CRAFT, OR PIRATE VESSEL ARE 200% HIGHER THAN-"
"I know it is them. My sources assures me of this. Prepare for contact, perform Order 34 and, if captured, initiate memory purge. If I am correct, she will be on the ship. I have been waiting for this day for some time."
"BY YOUR COMMAND."
As it automatically spoke its order acceptance speech, the doors beside it sealed shut as security measures were put into affect. Slowly the machines around it turned off, and finally, in the darkness, its visor activated, producing a sickly yellow glow.
Now it need only wait. It had its orders, and now it would follow them.