This world is going to be risky.
Strong magical signatures, low technological harnessment, low habitability. Even on the long-range scans, it doesn't paint a rosy picture. But there's a society down there, and so someone has to scout it for its hidden treasures.
That's what Thorns are for.
The one the Thousand Stars call this time is taller, older, already scarred even in her firstform, written with hard lessons in the core of her. She carries pistol and athame, and her runic tattoos cover both arms to the shoulder. If you looked into her eyes at night, you could see them reflecting light back like a cat's. There are subdermal modifications written through her bone and muscle.
But still, she is a Thorn and not something else. She is optimized for survival and information gathering, not for combat.
She pulls two Chron from her bag, opens the door, and steps out with a snap of shattering crystal.